Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:42 am

Cathannah:

Toby was an open book of attack, because his Tobyness had finally caught up with him. He was now perfectly convinced that Kieoki was gonna be angery with him for interupting again, and Timothy was already in a bad mood.

Pethetically, he backed away from the advancing werewolf, with his tail tucked, head down, and ears pinned; whinning pethetically.

Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:42 am

Mariel:

Kieoki managed to finish the job she was intending to do before Timothy gripped her. For being as experienced with fighting as she was, it was terrifying to be gripped like that in her human form and in fact she had shifted before Timothy was on her, teeth bared and ready to bite into her. But before she could even try to do anything, something tackled into Timothy and sent them both sideways. Timothy managed to hold his grip for a moment before she was free, rolling to her feet with a savage snarl.

But, she wasn't about to snarl at Toby this time. In fact, she turned her gaze towards him for a moment and nodded, expressing her thanks. That was probably the only thanks Toby was going to get from her. Kieoki turned her gaze back to Timothy then, who was snarling and advancing on them both. Kieoki flashed in front of Toby and then bristled her fur and and bared her own teeth, snarling as loud as Timothy did. She was not about to back down from Timothy. She could stand her ground. But if she could avoid a fight, she'd go for that.

"Timothy listen to me! What is better Timothy? Cold and despair or warmth and hope? I'm not who you think I am Timothy." Kieoki said as she took a step towards Timothy -just one step- before she sat down. Literally. She sat down and curled her tail around her paws as she stared at Timothy. "Go ahead and attack me Timothy. But you won't end up hurting the person your eyes see because I'm not that person." Kieoki said, taking a shot in the dark. It was odd, like looking in a mirror when she looked at Timothy. It looked like how she'd felt many years ago when she'd been turned into a were. Savagely attacked when she was young and alone in the woods by a pack of actual wolves, but one that bit her happened to be a were. Needless to say, her rage at the pain she'd suffered sent her back to that pack to kill that lone were. Probably not the best decision, but she'd done it anyways. And because Timothy looked so much like how she'd felt, she took a shot at saying what she did because he seemed to have the same problem, at least to some degree.

Or at least she hoped he did.

Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:42 am

Dez:

Logan continued on after the intruder, muscles tensed, eyes sharp, never faltering or slowing. That was, until she came upon the diversions that he had laid down to stall her, if only briefly. Her senses were immediately overwhelmed by the scents - namely, this intruders multiple scents - and she slowed, all but stopping completely.

Carefully, the female tried to follow the unseen traces that branched out like limbs over the entire area. His fresh trails weren't far from, or wait, were they right there? No, those seemed older... she knew he had some distance between them, but certainly he couldn't have gotten that far, so where was he? Her movements from one place to the other were jerky and sudden, her body language expressing her agitation as she tried to discern old scents from new in the disarray.

Finally catching a fresher lead, she cautiously made her way over the pine tree the spy had rubbed against and scented it, before turning to look in the direction she had been going originally. After what felt like forever, but in reality couldn't have spanned over any more than a few minutes, she continued onward, albeit somewhat unsure. Nevertheless, she was on the right route.

She was quickly pushing forward with renewed intensity. It felt like she would soon be on the heels of her prey once more, and although she was thrown off from time to time, it was never for more than a minute. She had forgotten that the alpha had been following her, and if it wasn't for the faint taste of metal still lingering on her tongue, she would have completely forgotten about the events just prior to this. Her focus was entirely set on this werewolf, her drive to destroy him only increasing with every passing moment.

Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:42 am

Kaqurei:

Levi's legs were shaking from earlier excitment and exertion. He had come to a clearing--an abandoned human campground. There were still deep tire marks in the gravel, burnt out fires, broken beer bottles, and squashed cans littering the ground here. The people, intruders on private land as he had been a week ago, however, were long gone. Their smells were momentarily distracting, even to him who had watched them come and go. Then he circled the campfire several times and looped around the site as a whole--tracking over his path, changing it, and backtracking again.

He didn't have much time to be completely content with his work. She'd be on his heels again, and he couldn't afford that. So he scurried up the now steeper mountain slope to its rocky crown. Here he found several narrow clefts and cavities. He weasled into one and lay flat, peering outside for his expected pursuer. He would wait for her there. The only way something could come upon him was head-on--and, like a rattlesnake waiting under the rocks, she would have to see him before he struck...

...He didn't intend to allow that to happen.

****

It took every ounce of Sabrina's willpower to focus on the newbies. From the sounds of savage howls and yelps in the distance, it was clear that all was not well in "Whoville". She could only imagine what the residents of the nearby town were thinking...

But she could not abandon the newer weres--that would prove disasterous. They needed guidance, leadership, and gentle teaching if they were going to get through this night unscathed. She would have to trust Timothy's fate, and the fates of those around him, to her Alpha.

"Have any of you ever had a pet dog?" she asked the newbies. "In a way, you can kind of consider the wolf within you as such. You do not need to fear it. Yes, it is an animal, a strong animal with quite the will of its own... but with training and persistance, it can be a friend. You, the human part of you, must be in control."

She approached Creorran. "Look at your hands, Creorran. They may be changed, but if you will look, you will see that they are still your hands, still subconciously familiar. You are still you, despite the changes to your body and mind. Do you understand?"

Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:42 am

Nequaria:

Gathering with some of the other newer werewolves, Creorran followed the soothing voice of Sabrina. He was still a little nervous and confused, but he hoped she would explain how to control his form easily, because he still had trouble fully controlling his werewolf form. He almost laughed when the female mentioned wolf form being like a pet dog, but he soon understood her reasoning for the comparison. I remember havingo lots of animals back on my farm. I know we had cows, and sheep, and probably chickens. I think once we had a couple of dogs to herd the livestock. It took a long time to train them, so maybe it'll be the same with my wolf form, Creorran thought.

He was pulled away from his memories when the Gamma addressed him. She said to look at his hands and realize that they were still his hands. "Hm," Creorran said, gazing at his hands. They were still pretty much the same shape, just covered in fur and had claws at the ends of his fingers where his fingernails should've been. Turning them over, he saw tough, leathery pads on each finger, as well as his palm and wrist. Although his hands had shifted in appearance, he could still move them and control them. He nodded an answer to Sabrina.

****

Savannah was tired of sitting around. She did not need to listen to the white female instruct the newbies on how to "befriend" their inner wolf, and she definitely didn't want anything to do with that female Gamma. Being a half-breed, she was not new to moon transformations, nor was she unable to easily control her wolf form. The only effect of the moon that she felt, other than the transformation of course, was a bit more hostile than usual. This emotion was most likely intensified by the howling, whining, and yips off in the distance.

Curious, Savannah began to sneak away from the clearing in the direction of the cries. Once she had entered to woods, she could catch scent of several different werewolves. Kratos, Timothy, Kieoki, Toby, Chime, maybe. . . Jackie? Aside from her pack members, she caught traces of three strangers, although one of them was not exactly a stranger. It was that big male wolf claiming to be a relative of Kratos. He was also the one who had saved Savannah when the Gamma had attacked her in the human town. The other two, however, were unfamiliar.

She decided to follow the scents of the two trespassers, since she truly had nothing better to do. Heading deeper into the forest, she noticed that the trails seemed to merge into one. She could still pick out the scent of a male, as well as a female werewolf. When she came to the small clearing, she was overwhelmed by the many scents left by the male. But once she found the female's path, she knew she was heading the right way. Now running, Savannah couldn't wait to sink her fangs into the pelts of the trespassers.

Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:43 am

Dez:

It seemed the very moment that the stranger had hidden himself away, Logan entered the campsite. Once more, she was looking, so to say, at a tangle of scents. The scents of the humans who had come and gone, of the several animals who had visited the area in hopes of finding food, of the already present smell of the pine trees and forest, the intruder; to name a few. This werewolf was proving himself a challenge, if only by his cunning. However, it made finding him all that more worth it.

She submerged herself deeper into the campsite and began to try to separate the intertwined trails from one another. The task proved daunting enough. As she sought out his trail, she found herself twisting in dizzying circles around the camp fire, occasionally deterred from her path by the surrounding scents.

Logan snarled in frustration, knowing that he could very well be far off by the time she found his lead. The werewolf lifted her head from the ground and scented the air, ears tilting as she listened for any sign of his presence - backwards, sideways, forwards again. Nothing.

Then finally, she caught the trail that led around the campsite and followed it. Or at least attempted to follow it, but managed to lose it once before at last she was headed in the right direction.

Small stones gave away beneath her as she pawed her way up the slope, gradually coming closer and closer to her goal. As she came to the nook where the intruder was hiding, she passed directly by it! It was far too dark to immediately see the werewolf in the shady cleft. Then she turned, and once more advanced towards it, slower than the last time. As she came across it, she paused, lifting her head and looking directly at Levi without seeing him, before moving cautiously towards the cavity...

Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:43 am

Kaqurei:

Levi's heart started pounding hard again and his hackles slowly raised as the female drew nearer. He'd had every intention of taking her legs out from under her as she passed over his narrow little hiding place. He hadn't though, and why now he could not fathom; perhaps the angle wasn't right, she had gone over too quickly, or at the last minute he had hoped she would cross over him entirely. Whatever the reason, the opportunity was gone now and he had only one move left.

He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, so loudly that for a moment he thought perhaps she heard it too and that was what was luring her in for the kill. He quickly reasoned, however, that this was not possible and that the female, as of yet, still did not know exactly where he was. She had merely a suspicion--not that that mattered, in moments she would be upon him!

His eyes darted over her form quickly, trying to calculate her weakest point. Her stance was slow and cautious as she drew nearer the cavity. Levi became as stone himself, stiffly waiting for the right moment and daring not even to breathe lest he give himself away...--There, she was close enough! Then he made his move; swift, silent, without even the slightest snarl to warn her of his strike--he shot out of his nook and caught her throat in his jaws, clamping down hard to cut off her air supply! His body tensed as he prepared himself for her imminent retaliation--whatever she did, he couldn't afford to let go, not even a little.

****

"Very good," Sabrina said, smiling a little.

She raised up to stand on her hind legs again, assuming a human pose and folding her arms. "Controling these forms as far as your body goes is easy so long as the situation isn't antagonistic. You can flex your fingers, wag your tail. The hardest part of being a werewolf is when your surroundings are not ideal. Any sudden event that triggers fear or anger will instigate the wolf within. Like a pet dog, your wolf instincts will step in and take charge if you let them--if the wolf side of you feels that the human side is too weak for a situation, it will try to take over. You will recognize this, almost like a burning rage in your chest. Your thoughts will seem scrambled--irrational. And so, the most important thing for you to learn at this stage is self control; control over your body, your emotions, and your mind."

She noticed the little wolf, Savannah, slipping off about then. She decided not to pursue her, on account of their last meeting. She didn't know much about this girl, but as she had been in wolf form in broad daylight then, she guessed that she had at least some control over her wolf form. Sabrina returned her attention to Creorran. "As humans, we can afford to let go a little and not think about what we are doing, have a little fun and not worry about what will happen later. As a werewolf, doing so could prove disasterous. You have to focus on every aspect of what you do, and calculate the consequences of your every action. It only takes a few seconds--one flash of anger--for your wolf to kill someone."

"However, these are things you doubtlessly realize already," she continued, "Tonight is a time to teach and to hunt. Those of you who have doubts over your control, Kaleb, Creorran, and the rest, will come with me. We are going to attmept a practice hunt in the which I will present stressful situations. The goal of this test is for you to practice self control. I do not expect for you all to catch on right away, but time will tell. Is that agreeable to you all?"

Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:43 am

Indy:

It wasn't as if Theo hadn't noticed the fighting that was taken place farther in the woods. Just about everyone who wasn't half deaf would have heard it, let alone smelled it. But he resisted any urge to quench his curiosity and go sprinting in. That particular party sounded full, with nearly half of the pack going for attendance. It also sounded violent. While he wasn't afraid of fighting, he was afraid of what it might instill in him... Considering how well the last full moon went, he was going to take every advantage he could take in not repeating it.

He sat through the remainder of Sabrina's lecture without a remark or a distraction. Maybe he should have laughed at her dog analogy (seeing as he hadn't known many dogs to have a taste for human blood) but he didn't. It somehow seemed wrong for him to mention and, he hated to admit it, but he was hoping that the analogy was as simple as it seemed. Hunting he had known since he was young but control had never been mentioned his his birth-pack. It was taboo.

Swallowing hard, he nodded simply to Sabrina's question and prepared to follow behind her.

Quote from Indy on August 22, 2018, 2:43 am

Dez:

As soon as the intruder jumped out at Logan, her hackles raised and she let out a small yelp from shock; which was quickly backed up by a low growl as the male sunk his teeth into her flesh. Her muzzle twisted into a snarl, sharp eyes pinned on her attacker. In a quick, jerky movement she tried to pull herself out of his clamp, but he showed no signs of loosening the grip.

She retaliated instead by grasping his own neck between her teeth with full force. Her eyes now shifted from place to place, trying to find anything she could use to her advantage. Already she could feel her lungs and brain screaming for oxygen. And so it was, she had to make a swift decision on her plan of action.

Logan began to move forward, pushing Levi towards where the ground gave way to the slope. Small stones rolled away as they teetered on the edge of it, and then suddenly, in one quick move, Logan had let loose of her grip and lunged at the intruder, throwing him off his feet and sending them both tumbling down the steep incline!