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Damian was on Raine Ave. He noticed a rise of people in the area. As he ran, he went into a slow jog, then into a walk. He didn't want people to be suspicious of him if he ran. He pulled over his hood and put his hands into the pockets of his sweater, with his head low. As he walked, and people passed by, his nose started to act up. The scent of the humans caught Damian's attention. His eyes darted around, looking at the humans, the smell was strong and meaty. 'Flesh....flesh, flesh, flesh' he repeated in his head as a drop of drool came down the corner of his mouth. People around him started to stare at him as if he was a freak and started to walk around him, avoiding the crazed looking teen. Then, Damian locked eyes with a young girl as she was staring up at him, holding her mothers hand in confusion. Damian's eyes widened and awoke from his phase. The mother urged her daughter along as she was also among those who found Damian a freak. He quickly wiped the drool off his mouth and sped up his pace in embarrassment.
Tara was close behind, shoving her way through the crowd. She could smell Damian, she knew he was close.
"Move," she said through gritted teeth. She shoved past people, looking out for Damian's familiar face.
Her eyes lit up. There! She ran towards Damian, but he was moving fast and the crowd was slowing her down.
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(Alright! And no problem.)
(Which character would you like to roleplay with? I've written posts for each character I've got, so you can pick any; except for Freya and Tara. ^-^)
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"Never bring your opponents eyes to your weapon, unless you want to lose the element of surprise." Eaton spoke with mild amusement. He then sobered as he took in her bravo. He had to admire her for standing up to the likes of him. He grunted and stepped out of her path. "In that case, I shalt detain you any further. I'm Eaton, by the way. Your name would be?" He inquired curiously
"I wasn't going for surprise," Freya said in a slightly shaky voice, "I was making sure I could protect myself, if needs be."
Freya watched suspiciously as Eaton moved out of her way. She stepped back a little, furrowing her brow slightly. His words weren't assuring in the slightest, she knew what the Arnou pack was like.
She replied to his question, stuttering out her name. "Eaton... I'm F-Freya."
She didn't bother to offer a handshake. She wasn't usually rude, but she couldn't chance anything.
Without another word, she began to walk forward slowly and cautiously.
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Alexander was back at his desk, another cigarette in his hand. He blew a puff of thick smoke, then let it disappear.
"Alex," one of the pack runts began, "we can't just let him roam! He'll get us all killed."
Alexander took a puff of his cigarette, letting out a thin trail of smoke. "Tara can look after him."
"Like she looked after her brother?"
Alexander gritted his teeth and stared at the runt. He favoured Tara, she was one of the best werewolves he had come across, and he didn't like it when people spoke down about her. "She did her best back then, which is a whole lot better than what you did. Now get out."
The runt stared at Alex, daring not to say anything else. He turned around and left, scowling.
Alex leaned back in his chair, glancing out of the window at his side. He knew Tara could handle it - he knew she would. He let his anger go and looked into some old files.
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Nora had finished telling Amber about her most recent hunt, including all of the gruesome details. "It was your basic werewolf hunt. Nothing more, nothing less."
She looked down at her blood soaked trousers and then at her hands. She finished her drink and looked up at Amber. "I'm going to get changed. Wait here."
She stood up, stretching her legs and setting off to the bar's bathroom. Unlike other bars, The Devil's Eye had large bathrooms, specifically for changing bloodied clothing.
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"But-" Before she could protest, Amber's mother had already left the table. She sighed.
I've been waiting here for ages, now I have to wait more. And, if it was an average hunt, why wasn't I allowed to help? Amber thought to herself. Something doesn't add up. But what?
She threw her head back and stared at the bright lights until her eyes hurt. She wished she knew why. Why was her mother behaving like this? Why wouldn't she tell her?
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Ash was positioned a few feet away from the trap, waiting for the jackalope. He had take special precautions; such as covering himself in rabbit scents, whiskey and camouflage.
He had been laying on his stomach, watching the trap, for over an hour, but nothing had even gone near the trap. He sighed quietly, keeping his eyes on the trap. He had a pair of binoculars at his side, but he didn't need them, being at the distance he was.
It was starting to get cold and Ash really wasn't in the mood for waiting another hour.
He pulled out a snack bar from his coat pocket and carefully opened the packet, before stuffing the whole thing in his mouth.
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Athena's eyes opened slowly. She let out a steady breath, before sitting up. As she stood up, her long white dress spread out, lighting up the small storage unit and washing away the protection marks. "The time has come."