It is about 65/b>/span18C) degrees. The mist is heaviest At Carnation and Blackstone/span>/span(A shifted werewolf attacks your target during the full moon. They need to escape or fight them off for long enough for their allies to come and help save them.
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The full moon sat high in the sky tonight. The sun had set, the but the streets were so well lit you’d have never noticed. Pale, glowing, luna luminescence coating the familiar streets that seemed to very different by moonlight. someone would be walking along these streets strange by moonlight, and on that street would be a house. Stacy and Jenny would be in that house, the duo sitting in Jenny’s room, talking, probably, about some dumb chick stuff, they’d hear a ratatatapping on the window. Like the wind was pushing branches up against the glass. But there was no wind, and no branches, just the noise of something reasonably solid scraping against the window. someone would be able to hear it too, but wouldn’t be able to quite see where the noise was coming from yet …

The full moon sat high in the sky tonight. The sun had set, the but the streets were so well lit you’d have never noticed. Pale, glowing, luna luminescence coating the familiar streets that seemed to very different by moonlight. Amber would be walking along these streets strange by moonlight, and on that street would be a house. Stacy and Jenny would be in that house, the duo sitting in Jenny’s room, talking, probably, about some dumb chick stuff, they’d hear a ratatatapping on the window. Like the wind was pushing branches up against the glass. But there was no wind, and no branches, just the noise of something reasonably solid scraping against the window. Amber would be able to hear it too, but wouldn’t be able to quite see where the noise was coming from yet …

Amber slows down in her wandering at the sound, hands in her hoodie pocket. Perhaps bored, maybe just curious, she shuffles a bit to try to get a better angle on the source.

Jenny perks up! And looks over to the window raising an eyebrow. Her eyes are wide and manic at this point of the night. She looks over to Stacy tilting her head and then looking over to the window as if to ask ‘you hear that too?’

Ear twitching almost immediately as the sound jars the two from conversation, Stacy would look toward it, pausing mid-sentence. “Uh-… wonder what that was.” She mumurs, glance flitting toward Jenny and quirking her head. Her nose twitches ever so slightly and she takes a moment to steady herself. She seems quite tense as she moves, but that started even before the sound. The light in the room is fairly dim, but still not as dark as outside. That doesn’t however, stop Stacy from slipping off the bed and she peers out the window as the conversation from before had long been forgotten.

As Jenny and Stacy slide a little towards the window, and Amber ventures a little closer towards the sound, the source of it would be revealed. Mangy, emaciated, wide yellow eyes, and rows of sharp teeth revealed from snarled up lips that made the thing look almost like it was grinning. There was a wolf in front of the window, up on it’s hind legs, it’s two front paws on the outer window sill as the think makes direct eye contact with Stacy, it’s head tilting a fraction to the side as the thing looks at her.

Amber cranes her neck, inching a little further along to get a better angle of what’s happening. She can probably see the figures on the other side of the glass, and she freezes then. She seems not quite sure what to do, so she simply freezes. She waits to see what the werewolf will do. What the figures inside will do, too. She doesn’t seem like she’ll be the one to break the tension and force action.

Stacy quirks her eyebrow at the mangy thing, her nose twitching as she catches herself growling at the unfamiliar creature. She stifles it before it’s escaped, and she quirks her head to the side ever so slightly as she considers the thing. “What are you….” She murmurs almost under her breath. She considers the mangy thing’s size, almost as if measuring it up against herself at this juncture, fully prepared to to engage in one way or the other. “Hey Jenny… how uh…big do you like, think this guy is?”

Jenny stays mostly behind Stacy but stares right at the wolf from over Stacy’s shoulder. Letting out a growl. She pauses at Stacy’s question and then moves closer to the window to try and get a gauge.”

The wolf was large. Larger than a natural wolf. But it was also emaciated. It could have been, maybe 300lb if it were in shape, but at the moment it was closer to being about 200lb. Which, was a lot of wolf. The Werewolf’s staredown with Stacy would continue as Jenny gets her evaluation of it under the full moon’s light, but with another twist of it’s head it perks up, ears pointing up as it starts sniffing. It backs away from Jenny, bringing it’s snout to the ground as it starts to wonder off, heading away from the window, and towards Amber …

“Oh fuck my life,” Amber mumbles under her breath, taking a few slow steps back in hopes it loses interest. The hands in her pocket each grip a weapon there, holding tight. “Find someone else to eat,” she grumbles quietly.

“Well fucking fuck.” Stacy growls, letting out a sigh and rolling her shoulder. “I think that one’s infringing on our territory.” She tells Jenny offhandedly. She takes in a measured breath, clenching her fist almost mechanically. She’s definitely not quite in the mood for whatever was going on and her jaw clenched. At first she seemed to consider walking out the front door, but instead decides to just opt for opening her window and pulling out the screen. She does so in a fluid motion after unlocking the inner lock as if she’d practiced doing this quite a bit – perhaps sneaking out her own window more often than one might guess. She’s quiet about it too.

Stacy well, not -that- quiet. Definitely not that quiet.

Jenny follows behind Stacy. “Fucking going to teach that one a fucking lesson.” Theres some obvious hierarchy here. She carefully climbs out of the window behind Stacy trying to stay quiet.

The werewolf’s head snaps up as Amber’s weapons glint in the moonlight. It’s lips pull back once more, showing off it’s teeth as it stares at her, fifteen or so feet out and starts to snarl. It rears it’s head back and lets out a long, whining, high pitched howl that seemed to echo off of every surface in the street, giving the impression it was coming from all around you.

A second passes after the howl is finished before it’s returned by more. Two, no three howls from distinctly different directions returning the howl from the emaciated Werewolf staring down Amber. The weapons do not dissuade the beast, the creature bursting out into a sprint across the moonlit streets, making a bee-line directly for Amber

Amber leaves one weapon in the pocket as her empty left hand withdraws, forming a mystic hand-gesture at the wolf. No more words, too focused on escape. The pin near her shoulder glows a dull red, and she makes a dash for the nearest cover before the glow fades.

Undoing her overalls, Stacy begins stripping down in fluid motions. Her muscles tense as she begins to change, preparing to chase after the infringing wolf, perhaps more focused on the fact that it was in -her- territory more so than the fact that it was attacking someone else. She only casts a brief glance toward Jenny bofore her body contorts, filling the night air with the popping wet noise of flesh and bone rearranging itself in a most unnatural way.

Jenny strips as well. She seems oddly skilled at stripping as she quickly unzips her boots and throws off all her clothing into a pile behind her up against the window before she shifts as well. Belting out a bark at the other wolf chasing the girl

Amber was well equipped for this battle, but not for this opponent. The Werewolf’s innate resilience to magic leaves it’s eyes unclouded as it hounds in towards Amber, baying and panting as the scratching skid of claws scraping across pavement. Even more of the same sickening sounds as suddenly the amount of Werewolves within this street triple with the addition of Stacy(wolf) and Jenny(wolf). The Werewolf has it’s eyes set on prey though, and is perhaps too hungry to even notice anything other than the fleeing collecting of edible meats that was Amber.

Amber would not out run the wolf. Stacy(wolf) and Jenny(wolf) would soon be there, but before they can, the wolf is already on top of Amber, leaping through the air as it crashes into the girl, mouth open, it’s jaws looking for whatever purchase it can find on her …

The full moon is not a great time to be meat on the sidewalk. Especially when casting spells. The visceral shiver of emotion is easily seen across Stacy(wolf)’s whole body as she moves in. It seems that this wolf is silent, her cues much subtler than her less stealthy human form, and it seems that she’s prioritized territory over prey tonight. She attempts to barrel into the other wolf, full force and with a resonating fury enhanced by the loving kiss of luna’s rays and backed by the righteous fury of a wolf protecting its territory.

“Shit. Doesn’t work as well on them. Fuck,” Amber resumes cursing to herself as she realizes she’s being chased. Hiding isn’t working right now. There’s ways to work around it, of course, but she has no time. “Fuck off!” she calls out behind her as she runs, “I don’t even taste good! Can’t you tell I stink?” With these fateful words, she finds herself pinned, “Come on!” Unfortunately, the weapon she kept in her right hand was a gun. Less useful here. She tries swapping out weapons in her hoodie pocket. Left hand tries to push the wolf away fruitlessly. As a last resort, she spits in its face, hoping the taste or smell of dead blood might convince the beast that she’s rancid, not tasty.

Jenny(wolf) follows close behind Stacy(wolf), eyes fixed on the unknown wolf. Though she isn’t as stealthy in this form it seems, snap crackle pop of sticks under paws. But she is ready to support Stacy(wolf) in her attack.

Amber is sent crashing down to the ground, the Werewolf over her, it’s figure framed by the full moon that seemed now so very large as it beamed down onto the streets the battle was taking part it. It looks at Amber for a moment, but only a single moment before it opens up it’s mouth to lurch down and bite … But then it stops. It sniffs, and it looks confused. If look like food, and run like food, why not smell like food? The Werewolf doesn’t get time to consider the dilemma as Amber seems to have fought off the wolf long enough for her allies to arrive. Stacy(wolf) slams into the flank of the Werewolf, sending both of the quadrepedal creatures flying, sprawling across the ground in a flurrying mellee of teeth and claw as the two beasts struggle with each other for dominance. It’s Stacy(wolf) that eventually triumphs, the stranger Werewolf pinned to the ground by the far more vicious creature, held to the ground as Jenny(wolf) rushes in also … And Amber … Amber would find her grip on her weapon feeling real comfortable right about now …

Rivalry at its worst is displayed under the full moon’s glow. Stacy(wolf) is vicious, ruthless, and has lost herself to the defense of her territory, a low snarl escaping from her large muzzle as she bares her teeth again. A snap, two snaps and she jerks at the creature below her violently before letting it consider its actions. Her posture is a warning. Her mossy greens fix themselves on the other wolf before her lips curl up in an aggressive territorial display, preparing to maul it further if the wolf doesn’t back down.

Amber simply flops down after the wolf goes flying. She lies there limp a few moments before gathering the will to push back up to her feet. She has a gun, yes, but she can also barely tell one wolf from another in that hot mess of violence going on over there. She considers a knife, but getting in the thick of that big ball of violence doesn’t feel much better. She hesitates, and it almost looks like she might just leave. She doesn’t, though. Magic may be weak against werewolves, but with a moment or two spent gathering power first, she once more causes her pin to glow. This time, she encourages the blood to flow so the feral creature is forced to submit to the other two all the quicker. Attempting to help without getting between rival wolves.

Jenny(wolf) is close behind Stacy(wolf) giving a snap of her own at the wolf befire pulling back as Stacy(wolf) gives it some mercy. Her lips pulled back in a snarl and the fur on her back raised as she is ready for any retaliation.

The wolf underneath Stacy(wolf) squirms for freedom, but it’s squirming does not grant any. It attempts to gnash at Stacy(wolf) once or twice more, but as the pin starts to glow, and Jenny(wolf) appears also, the Werewolf looks around, and then simply, lifts up it’s chin. Exposing it’s neck, and relaxing it’s struggle, the Werewolf submits to the group, admitting them the victors.

Letting out a soft snort, Stacy(wolf)’s jowls relax ever so slightly, though the feeling of power gathering seems to stir something primal in her. Her mossy greens turning toward Amber and fixing her with the intense gaze of a predator. Her lanky form still quite larger than the magic slinging thing that wore the guise of a human. It -is- the full moon after all, and though this wolf had seemingly saved her from the first, her tail swishes with agitation, almost as if trying to swat at some visceral corruption that seemingly polluted the air through its presence. Her lips peel back again, almost as if the woman inside were fighting some deep seeded instinct.

Jenny(wolf) stares at the wolf on the ground as it submits, then delegates over to Stacy(wolf) on the decision on what to do with it. As Stacy(wolf) turns, she turns over to Amber fixing her gaze on the woman.

With the first wolf down and the others staring at her, Amber goes a bit wide-eyed. “Fuck,” she says again, putting a hand over the pin to conceal it. “Nice wolfy,” she says, attempting to be placating, “Same side, right? Friend. Ish.” She’s inching backward again.

The wolf on the floor stays as still as it can, trying not to arise any of Stacy(wolf) or Jenny(wolf)’s ire …

Jenny(wolf) lets out a sharp bark over to Amber, her lips curling into another growl. But she doesn’t give chase, atleast yet. Staying firmly behind Stacy(wolf)

The door of the house all this commotion was happening in front of opens up and a tall man with platinum blonde hair pokes his head out, wearing what looked like a wolf onsie “Stace?! Jen?!” Luka calls out the door, squinting his eyes at the situation ongoing, craning his head up to try and get a better look as his face creases up to squint better. “Oh … My …” Luka says as he realizes the situation, slowly raising up a mug with a cartoon wolf face on it up to his lips “Let em go Stace’, I wanna go over our plans for tomorrow” Luka calls out to them

Almost as if shaken from a daze, Stacy(wolf) perks up, turning her head from Amber, her ears droop for a moment before she pads toward her clothing. Her flesh seems to melt off reluctantly, rippling and tearing in an almost nauseating display before she gathers her things in her arms, not bothering to dress and looks over her shoulder toward Amber, her eyes that same mossy green of the rather large wolf she’d been but moments before.

Amber takes the hint. The bark has her stumble a few more steps back, then Luka interrupting gives her the chance to make a break for it. She doesn’t wait to see people turning back, just bookin’ it.

Jenny(wolf) goes silent, her eyes looking over to the man. Amber seemingly forgotten as she trots over to her clothes shifting back into her human form and quickly donning her clothes “Woo! That was fucking FUN!”

Jenny goes silent, her eyes looking over to the man. Amber seemingly forgotten as she trots over to her clothes shifting back into her human form and quickly donning her clothes “Woo! That was fucking FUN!”

“Okay Luka. Coming… some idiot wolf decided to piss a bit too close to home.” Stacy calls out after. She shakes her head again, as if trying to tear her attention away from Amber, and it’s not quite a comforting stare.

Luka welcomes the two girls back into the house before heading out

Luka welcomes the two girls back into the house before heading back inside*

Luka gestures for Amber to follow him