Ooc:// Hey Moki! I am going to try getting back into roleplaying, for the summer at least. It is so difficult to keep up with it during the school year, so I am going to make the most of my free time for the next couple of months.
Bic:// Bree was walking beside Ashton when a thought flashed in her mind: would there be a blood trail leading from where she found Ashton to her back door? She glanced over her shoulder at the spot she had left Ashton while she walked through the front door, squinting her eyes but unable to see anything through the darkness. The nearly full moon allowed her to walked across the yard and side of the road fine, but it did not provide enough light for her to tell if Ashton's blood was smeared across the grass.
Had it really only been a couple of minutes since she had dragged Ashton to her house, racing to get there before he died? She glanced at his shoulder that had been bleeding profusely just moments ago. There wasn't a single speck of blood on her father's shirt. Her quick look turned into full blown staring in amazement at the speed of his healing. She had known that vampires and werewolves healed more efficiently than humans, but she had never seen it happen before. "Does it still hurt?" she asked curiously, lifting the sleeve of the t-shirt up slightly so she could peek at the skin there. Unfortunately, the combination of it being nighttime and the sleeve shadowing most of his shoulder made it impossible for Bree to make out anything.
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Luna continued to glare at the boy with golden eyes, feeling rather accomplished when he stepped back in fear. She tensed up again when he returned to his spot just in front of the window, this time standing up and allowing her fingernails to grow into dark sharp claws. "If you don't want a fight, I suggest you leave," she growled, hoping her hostility would make him run back to wherever he came from with his tail between his legs.
The wind blew his scent towards her again, and this time she caught a clear whiff of the menagerie of scents that were clinging to him. At first, most of the scents were masked by the strong odor of a body that hadn't been properly washed for several days (maybe weeks), and her nose crinkled at the foul odor. She picked up other scents in the mix such as the sharp metallic smell of blood, the musk of other wolves (a lot of other werewolves), and, mostly surprisingly, the cold scent of vampire. She stopped focusing on the boy as an intruder and zeroing in on his neck, and instead she finally took in his appearance. Through the window, she could only see his face and the top of his shirt, but it didn't take long for her to figure out were it was he had come from. His dark hair stood at odd angles from not being washed and his face was nearly obscured from all the dirt that was smeared across his cheeks. His shirt was torn and rugged, and Luna thought she spotted a bit of blood on it.
"You're from the reserves," she stated, her anger melting into fear. If she was right in assuming he had just recently escaped, then there was little doubt in her mind that the authorities were hot on his trail. She quickly glanced around the room, eyeing up the things she would be able to throw in a bag and take with her and what she could spare to leave behind. She burst into action, snatching her duffle bag of clothes off the floor and quickly stuffing her uniform then whatever food she could grab into it. "Why the hell would you go searching for another werewolf with the SPD coming after you? If you are looking for shelter or protection, you are not getting it from me. I'm leaving; you can stay or run the other way or whatever. I don't care. But you are staying away from me. I will
not be caught with a convict!" She swung her bag over her shoulder and headed towards the door. If the SPD were following this guy, she did not want to be around when they caught up to him.
