<strong>Name:</strong>Emily Hartwell<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Woods<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Vampires, Jack and Simon, anyone who considers the intrusion of a werewolf onto the scene a matter of concern<br/><hr/>Screams echoed in her ears, and Emily was forced to swallow the bile in her throat as she recognized the vampires surrounding that one girl for certain.  Yup, bloodsuckers, no doubt about it.<br/><br/>It was way too public for her taste, but she couldn't leave a bunch of people to get eaten, even if the fight seemed to be going oddly well for the breathing crowd already.  Taking a deep breath, Emily closed her eyes for a second -- fur just a shade darker than her own hair began to sprout all over her body, as her face elongated into a lupine snout and sprouted brutal fangs.  Hunching over slightly, she selected her target and charged.<br/><br/>The remaining vampire menacing Jack (huh, was that the boy she'd almost bumped into a minute ago?), already wounded, really never stood a chance.  The wolf-girl slammed into him full force, bearing the bloodsucker to the ground along with her.  They rolled, the vampire struggling frantically as the furious/panicking Emily raked at him with her claws, until finally and ironically seizing the dead man's throat in her jaws.<br/><br/>One long, awful bite-and-tear later, the werewolf was left with a mouthful of dust, rising wearily to a crouch and glancing around for any more outstanding vampires.  Kind of a shame she couldn't talk like this.<br/><br/>(OOC: Not really the best entrance, but hey, there almost weren't any left!)