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Werewolves (RP 11): A Mystery Revealed

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Saber's wolf quickly tried to get up but was hindered by the rope which bound his paws. His mind went into a frenzy, still feeling trapped in the nightmare it had just awoken from. He kicked and flailed. He whimpered and whined. He could smell and hear he was not alone, which simpley drove his panic further. The blankets and pillows that once cushioned and warmed him were thrown about from his flailing.
Eventually he calmed down, or at least, stood still for a moment. He breathed in shallow breathes as his mind still spun with fear. Finally, he eyed the rope and began attacking it, with all his strength and might. It was torn apart and removed far easier than he had expected.
Now free, he stood up on all fours and could feel his body tremble. He was not well. He decided Saber was likely to blame for not doing a better job at feeding him. So, with shaky steps and food on his mind, he followed his nose around the kitchen looking for something to eat, his ears completely eract for sounds of the danger that still loomed nearby.

Logan was braced for worse. She had stared into the eyes of the bull and the maw of the werewolf, felt the piercing sleet on her back when there was no shelter for days. All of these things she faced in the flesh of man. Now she bore weapons and muscles where there were naught before.. now she was prepared.

Recovering from the blow, she gazed up at the spear. Her body rolled quickly over her bad arm, which in spite of the pain she could not risk it taking another blow. Then her palm rolled underneath her body and she propped herself into a crouch, rotated back to face her attacker, and used the momentum of his downward thrust to raise up her fist and meet it with his jaw, hoping to throw off his balance and catch the spear from his grip!

The bulk of the monster's head was turned aside by Logan's staggering blow, but the lance was not thrown from its owners grasp. The downward grade of the earth, however, brought about a fuller effect of momentum and the horned beast nearly fell by his own weight. Yet, as Logan attempted to seize the lance, the monster turned and brought its skull into immediate contact with her own!

Stay awake.

Logan shuddered back, but her willpower withheld- if she faltered now, it would be over. She fought too hard to get to this point... and more so than her own, Timothy's life was at stake. Her eyes faltered a moment, meeting Timothy's limp body, before she caught her gaze and forced her eyelids to stay open.

Instead of allowing herself to fall away, she moved closer to the beast. Her forearm was braced against his head, pressed against one horn and grasping the one across from it to distribute the weight. She held tight and dug her heels into the ground, every muscle in her body tensing and throbbing to force his weight backwards, and keeping close to the body of the beast.

The monster's hot breath billowed down the front of Logan's shirt as eye to eye the beast's black stare penetrated Logan's mauve gaze. What would one think to find that there actually was a soul inside. With a heave of the powerful muscles that covered its neck and back, the beast used Logan's strength to send her over its shoulder! A turn of its bull-like head yanked her straight off the ground, but alas, so too it brought its own downfall. Logan's weight brought the beast off balance and sent both sliding down the mountain!

The monster fell on its back and slid to a stop as the haft of its weapon was shoved into the earth. Then, it rose on its shank using one hand and looked down to where Logan lay. A cloud of hot breath billowed from its nose and mouth which dissipated in the air above its horns.

Toby was horribly shaken by what he had seen. When the Alpha broke down the door and Sabrina guarded the screaming woman, Toby's grumpiness gave way instantly to mortification. His heart pounded harshly and he felt like he might burst into tears for himself. They had just broken into someone's home!!

What should have been invincible seemed vulnerable, what should have been benevolent seemed terrible. The wind was wracked with a pack member's call for help...

Was every full moon going to be like this? 

Toby looked to Theo as the latter lifted his head to respond to Jackie's cry. He did not join Theo and Bianca in their huddle, nor did he enter the cabin. He stood rooted to his place, cold and wet in the midnight air. He wouldn't go near the pack, not near any of them.

He felt so sad as he looked on each member of the pack. They had come seeking a refuge, a place in this world where they could be all that they were. Maybe they hadn't chosen to be what they were, maybe they'd suffered. Yes, each of them had suffered so much, but this mountain-- This mountain. All it's promises of safety for their kind, it's seemingly ideal terrain, this mountain was a lie. They continued to suffer day after day, they did not belong on this mountain. No werewolf did or ever would. Toby wouldn't blame them for any of this. They were each doing what they thought they had to do to survive... But this wasn't a world for werewolves. This wasn't the place for there kind-- If such a place like that even existed in the world, this mountain wasn't it.

This wasn't their place.

Toby whimpered as he took a step forward. His limbs seemed to move without him. All he wanted to do was run! He knew which direction town was in. He could go there and never look back on this dreaded place again, whatever Granny had to say! ... But that wasn't what he was doing now. Right now, though the Alpha still towered nearby and caused Toby to tremble, he'd become all but invisible to the omega.

Step by step, Toby drew forward until he reached the cabin door and examined the damage it had sustained. With a sniffle and tears of remorse, he gripped either end of it and hoisted it gently, setting it back on it's hinges and attempted to fix what he could.

Get up...

At first her body wouldn't comply. Her eyes wouldn't open, though she tried and knew they were closed. Focusing on her fingertips, she stretched them, then drew in a handful of gravel and dirt as she anchored her claws into the ground and began to lift herself into a sit, then a crouch. Her lame arm left a trail in the earth where the hand dragged uselessly on the ground through her ascent.

Logan stared at the beast as she came to stand to all but her full height. One side of her body sagged, but her ears remained erect and in her throat there was a low rumble.

Get up, Logan…

Something shifted in the dark.  It hovered at the top of the cliff from where the two foes had fallen, noticed only by the momentary eclipse of the stars behind it and the two glints which bore down on the scene, considering. Then, soundlessly, they vanished.

The dark shadow on the hill did not at first rise when Logan did. It sat staring down on her, with its trowel-shaped ears splayed in her direction. Then one ear flicked back. It was at that moment that a shadow eclipsed the stars on the ridge.

Logan and the monster had tumbled out of the grove and the dark patch of trees on the grade above them trembled. Hard gusts of wind traveling up the slope threatened to push Logan on her face once more.

The monster, however, plucked up its spear from the earth and fled. It passed quickly down the slope to the dell below and vanished among a thicket of trees.

As one monster vanished, another came to take its place.

This monster had a twisted expression on her maw that on a human may have indicated extreme displeasure, akin to stubbing your toe and hitting your elbow simultaneously.  On this face, however, it merely looked snarly. The effect, however, was much the same on either visage: it had been a very bad day.  The monster huffed, holding the coiled lengths of rabbiting rope between padded fingers and eyed Logan's crumbled form with two bright, aquamarine glints.  Then those eyes looked to the pines and the vanishing figure. Nostrils flared.

"Seriously Logan? I leave you alone for a few hours and you hurt yourself that badly?" an arm was extended to bring her back to her feet, "Get up, stay up. We're packing up Timothy and then we're going to go get washed down the mountain with Ulric".

Nevermind, of course, the impossible thing they'd both just seen.

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