Their eyes shine in the moon’s light as they fight. Their movements are fluid, smooth, and predatory. Lean, taunt muscles lay beneath different colors of fur and sharp incisors are visible beneath black gums. Blood spatters over their beautiful coats and color the ground red as they snap, tear, and wound each other.

Fur standing on end, you approach the two groups as they pause and separate as they take notice of your presence. Two pairs of eyes stand out to you and unnerve you. Both seemed to draw the respect out of you without your consent as you lower your head and tuck your tail between your legs. Power radiated from them both, and you’re unsure whether it was the large, dark grey male with golden eyes, or the black female with bright green eyes that had the strongest air to them. They both stood across from each other, and large groups of other wolves and Werelings in human forms stand on each side behind them. All of their eyes bore into you and you stop as you stand before the two obvious leaders.

Your muscles tense and they begin to shake as your wolf side slowly draws you towards one side, your true nature, good or evil, slowly reveals itself as you make your decision. Which side will you choose? Will you choose the path of light and good? Or the path of dark and evil?

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The High Road

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1 The High Road on Thu Aug 29, 2013 9:01 am


“Not again, love. I’m afraid I have some business to do,” he said while pulling on his boxers after a long and pleasurable night. Magnus bounced on the balls of his feet a her hopped out of the large bed. She was at the club and earlier that night he wanted her. Now, after already having her, he wanted nothing to do with the woman in his bed. She wanted another go, but he would’ve found it boring. As he put on his clothes, he looked to the woman. “I expect you to be gone when and if I come back.” Magnus let out a yawn and walked into the his hotel room’s bathroom. Taking a fine-toothed comb, he brushed his hair to only take some gel and mess it up all over again. The brute brushed his teeth and then walked back out into the main room to grab his card deck. Picking it up, he quickly shuffled the cards into the order he wanted for a day’s worth of cons. By the end of the day money would fill his pockets and another woman would be in his bed. Though he didn’t particularly care about the second bit, he felt like he had had enough for a month. Magnus walked from the room, not bothering to close it and walking down to the kitchen. He had his beanie tugged low on his head and his gloves showed his fingers as he clutched a latte cup to himself. Magnus Bane was, to say the least, one of the greatest con men the world would ever see. He hadn’t bothered with school or jobs, just conning rich men and women of the entrails of their wallets. It was easier than it looked for him, but a good magician never reveals his secrets. With his latte and his card deck, Magnus stepped out onto the sidewalk for long day of money making.

Getting a cab wasn’t easy on the edge of town, in fact it was near impossible. Magnus had made a good $550.00 that day and he just wanted to go back to the hotel room. When he did finally catch that much wanted cab, he couldn’t understand half of whatever the guy was saying. It was something foreign, but he told the guy the location of the hotel and handed him a wad of cash. Suddenly, the cab was practically fl down the roads and Magnus was pinned back to the seat in fear. ‘What the hell’, he thought, ‘I just wanted to go back to the hotel, not get killed in a cab.’ When he was able to look out the window, he felt a sense of deep regret for even getting in the car. They were getting father and farther from the city and not anywhere near the place he had been staying. He watched as the freshly paved roads became crumbly and more gravel than anything.  Was he being kidnapped of something? ‘Hell no, this isn’t gonna happen to me today.’ Growling, the werewolf threw himself from the car and into the woods. The blow took his breath away and made him groan in pain when he finally landed. He could feel at least ten small cuts along his arms, but he knew there would be more. The white of his shirt was ruined with mud stains. “Fuck”, he said as he began to look around. Magnus had rolled farther than he anticipated, and the road was far from sight. Grumbling to himself, he set off to look for the way back to the city. It was still bright out, but the trees made it hard to even believe that. He growled in agitation and kicked a tree, only managing to stub his toe. This was completely not his day, but he was suddenly distracted by a change of scent the forest gave off. It was more of his kind, he was sure of it. Maybe, just maybe they could direct him back to the city. He began to stumble and walk, the cuts on him long healed until hi reached the border. Shifting into the form of his wolf, he let out a strong and calling howl before shifting back and waiting.

2 Re: The High Road on Sun Sep 22, 2013 8:19 pm

Melissa's head turns toward the faint sound of a howl coming from the edge of the borders. Her shoulders slumped slightly as she looked off in the direction. Our work is never done it seems. Mila rumbled quietly from the corners of Melissa's mind. Sadly Mel agreed with her, she couldn't remember the last time they'd had a break. The last week had been hectic and it still hadn't bothered to slow down. But Mel reminded herself not to be so down, a busy life means a growing pack. She nodded once to herself, excused herself from her company, and began to jog away from the lodge and towards the woodlands.

Once past the treeling Mel and Mila traded places. Instead of two human feet scrambling across the ground were four large paws of a wolf that easily pushed and clawed their way along the soil. Traveling was much faster this way and they reached the point of the howl within a minute. Before revealing themselves however Mila used her sharpened senses to pinpoint a few things. Male, wereling, a bit nervous, and aggitated? Mila got all this from the boy's scent alone. They switched spots once again. Mel made sure her shirt had as few wrinkles as possible, pulled her brown hair back into a high pony, and calmed her breathing before stepping out into view.

Wether or not the male knew what Melissa was was unclear, so Melissa decided to go the neutral route. "Oh my gosh are you okay?" Her voice echoed worry and her eyes widened in mildly played shock as she looked at the scratches that lined his arms and the mud along his clothes. She took small steps forward, keeping her worried routine going as she neared the man. "What happened to you?" Once close enough to smell the boys aftershave Mel stopped. Her hands here loosly laced together and she bit her bottom lip slightly as she awaited an answer.

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