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 [18+] The Moon Brings Out The Worst In Us, for Lar
Rica
 Posted: Jun 28 2016, 01:55 PM
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Kimberly loved the night. Loved running through small town, the yards and the streets and the parks free as can be. Always passed off as some animal passing through as her large hands and feet padded against the ground. She knew her brother wasn't far. Her senses heightened as she stopped in the local park, hiding in the trees and waiting for him to catch up. Her tail wagging behind her like a playful puppy.

She knew she won their little race and flopped in the grass, rolling around with quiet little grunting and woofing noises. Kim enjoyed being free like this. It was wonderful. So she threw her big dark red furry body into the grass and leaves and sticks. Like most werewolves she had large paw feet and furry clawed hands rather than paws.

She was joined rather quickly but a even larger werewolf, this one was burly and broad. But they had the same dark red fur and he woofed at her before biting onto her tail and tugging it slightly. This was Kevin. Her brother. The two of them have been together since they were born. Kim was only older than him by 5 minutes exactly.

Kim yelped a bit before lifting herself to her feet and tackling into him. The two of them wrestling into the grass and sticks. Woofing and growling playfully between them. The only company they had was each other and the moon shining down on the both of them. They sounded like two playing dogs, albeit somewhat larger. And they could only do this at night though.

It had only been the two of them for years, since they were teenagers. Their parents had passed when they were 16. And the fought to stay together by working and keeping each other in school. Supporting one another. Keeping each other strong.

They were each other's best friends in the end.
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 Posted: Jun 28 2016, 09:13 PM
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Town is sliced in half by a stretch of state park around the river, tied together only by highways arching through the wooded groves. Tonight, crickets are chirping in the dense tangles of sawgrass; spring peepers sing their song in the wet around the river. Beneath the scent of decaying mossy earth and spring-bright greens, there is something else stretched out like a clear silver line in the night.

Though Abigail's senses have deepened in the past few days, there's no need to rely on her night vision. The full moon glows overhead, casting highlights down onto the park below, making her way between the trees easy. Instead she draws on her smell—the trail of musky something calling her on through the woods. It's human but inhuman, tantalizingly strange.

Having read fantasy novels in her time before the blood, she has a sense what she's stalking.

There has been little guidance in her life since the blood, only that draw towards fresh raw meat and the stinging scold of sunlight. She's laid low, slept under bridges, and found it freeing. Whoever left the scabbing marks on her neck is long gone. Abigail is her own woman. It's just as well; she always preferred to make her own way in life, too.

There is so little to her that she might as well be mist in the moonlight, moving as quietly as the wind stirring the grass. She's five-foot nothing, sickly thin and deathly pale. She wears a once-white sundress, now sullied with mud and torn by thorns. The only thing that stands out about her is her hair, cropped shoulder-length and dyed a gentle lilac. If it weren't for that she could be a colorless ghost. She's too young to know that she hasn't fed in far too long, that her pallor is the best indication of a coming feast—she's too young to know much of anything.

Far behind her, a cloud of bats floats along in her footsteps.

The woods part before her, splitting around a clearing where the grass is mowed and orderly. The lawn rolls right down to the edge of the water, which glimmers in the moonlight. In the distance are picnic tables dotted along the river—but what Abigail is really concerned with is what lies directly in front of her: a pair of animals, wrestling on the ground. They're large, for dogs, and she follows her hunch.

"Hello," she says and laughs, her voice jingling like silver bells in the night. "What cute doggies."
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 Posted: Jun 28 2016, 09:56 PM
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Both of them froze and lifted their heads, staring over at her with equally brown eyes of a warm reddish color. The larger of the two was easily holding the smaller down. His hands pressing his sister down roughly into the ground by her chest and face. Kevin carefully, slowly moved off his sister, backing away carefully. He stared at her warily looking far more concerned than Kimberly. In fact he WAS more concerned than Kimberly ever was. They weren't supposed to be found...not by anyone.

Kimberly however looked interested, moving to her feet and keeping low to the ground but...curious. She sniffed in her direction before tilting her head slightly. Then she woofed back in greeting. This wasn't a human. And she seemed friendly. Her ears were perked up high and her butt was wiggling with the force of her wagging tail.

Kevin growled something at his sister, trying to warn her against being too friendly with anyone. But it was to no avail since she just barked back and started to move closer to the young woman. This time she started sniffing at her far more curiously. She hadn't really met something that smelled like this before. It made her want to know more. And since the girl was friendly there was no reason not to express her curiosity.

Kimberly stopped then sat in front of her. She was tall enough that even seated she was at most barely shorter than her. She could look the young woman in the eye with ease.

Kevin stayed back, keeping his distance and looking tense, ready to attack at the chance to hurt her if she did anything to harm his older sister. He had been protecting her all their lives and she him....he wouldn't lose her now. Especially not to some odd smelling woman that somehow managed to find them in the dead of night.
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 Posted: Jun 28 2016, 10:22 PM
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Abigail reaches out a lax hand for the approaching werewolf to sniff. The bark she takes as a greeting—in life, she was very much a dog person. Abigail likes to think she knows the difference between a happy bark and a threat.

"Now what are you two peculiar creatures doing out here?" she asks, as if they can answer. "You aren't at all like I'd expect." Nor, to be fair, is her vampirism. There's been a lot of pop culture muddying the reputation of vampires in general; she's happy to find that it's a pleasant unlife, so far.

The wolf that lingers back, hackles raised, pulls her eyes as she strokes the other wolf's head. At least one of them is friendly. She imagines the pair of them will both leave her alone as she hunts tonight, but why not stick around and get to know the neighbors, so to speak.

"Werewolves?" she asks them lightly, although her mind is already made up. "I have no intention of harming you, darlings, just looking for a snack."
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 Posted: Jun 29 2016, 12:20 AM
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Kevin growled as she was petted, only to have Kimberly bark at him. As if scolding him for being a worry wort. The larger of the two whined quietly before stopped, sitting down on is bottom in the grass. He still eyed them but seemed less wary than before after being essentially yelled at. Or scolded....

Kim huffed at him, before her large muzzle nudged the woman's hand. As if asking for more pets. She was enjoying it. Much like any other animal it felt good on her fur. She lifted her hand slightly, her tail wagging behind her.

Her fur was soft, as if she took great pains tending to it one way or another. Even filled with leaves and grass. Kimberly liked her fur soft. If only because it seemed more attractive, whether a girl would like her furry side or not.

Kevin watched them for a long moment then slowly crawled over, seeing that Kim wasn't being harmed...he was more at peace. More willing to get to know this new women in their own way, sniffing at her much like Kimberly did.

He was always the more careful of the two of them though. All of the time....she was the friendly one. She was the adventurous one. She was the one who always got them both in trouble.....He was the one who always got them out. But he doesn't regret that. Wouldn't ever regret Kim being his sister.
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 Posted: Jul 2 2016, 10:05 PM
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Abigail hides a smile behind her hand as the pair of canines 'argue' in their way—a growl here, a bark there. With her free hand she scratches her new friend behind the ears, marveling at how soft its (his? her?) fur is. The common depictions of werewolves she knows of make her think of mangy, matted beasts. These two could almost be pets. Although, she thinks, upon further consideration, maybe that's impolite to think of other human (near-human?) beasts. The whole business is confusing, made worse by the fact that they can't exactly answer her queries.

All the same, she reaches out and pets the second wold with equal enthusiasm, though she pushes his nose away as he snuffles at her dress.

"I'm muddy enough already," she scolds. "I don't need your slobber, too."

Behind her, in the shadows of the trees, a dark mass takes shape. It begins as a multitude of leathery wings, then congeals into the shape of a man, crouched in the bushes and wearing all black. Only his skin strikes a contrast, pasty as it is.

Abigail hears him before she sees him—hears the faintest crunch of grass beneath his feet before he's upon her, one arm around her waist and the other around her neck, dragging her back from her new friends.

"Hey—" she manages before his arm catches tighter at her throat. She doesn't need to breathe, except it's useful for speaking. Abigail falls silent.

"Are you a fool?" her captor hisses. "Those things could kill you."
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 Posted: Jul 8 2016, 05:03 PM
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The smaller red wolf's reaction was sit and tilted her head like confused puppy, letting out the single most pathetic sounding whine. Kimberly didn't understand. She didn't know why the other odd smelling human was acting so strange, like they were threatening them. She just wanted more pets, they felt nice even though she knew it was very weird for something vaguely human to enjoy pets that much but fuck it they felt nice.

Kevin however, stiffened and stared intently at the other person. Red brown eyes watching carefully. Trying to deem if he was a threat. He mostly just sat there mildly on edge. Neither of them looked at him with any sort of recognition as to what he was or what history their kinds had.

They were both far too young to have known the war after all. These two lacked the weariness of any war hardened creature. Instead there were only curious and innocence.

Neither one of them moved in any way that indicated any sense of aggression.

Kim made a quiet little 'boof' at her brother, who looked at her and woofed back with a soft grumbling noise. Kim drew closer, tilting her head slightly at the two of them. She looked between them both and whined again trying to communicate something despite the limited mode of communication.

No one noticed that they were being heard. And a human was drawing close to their little hiding spot.
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