<hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Hausse.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Jeremy Hausse<br/><strong>Creature Type:</strong>Natural Werewolf<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Roadhouse<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Jesse, Rake, Seth, RyAnn<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Jeremy allowed the other guy to take the girl from his arms but he'd be damned if he was going to stay behind.  He noticed several others rush over like they knew her... he nodded to Rake as he spoke of not waiting for an ambulance.  He moved with the group to the car, speaking hastily just before he started feeling dizzy again.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll go with you... I need to see that she's going to be ok and- ohhh"...</strong><br/><br/>He stumbled and leaned on the car... his body felt like a blast furnace, very uncomfortable, almost painful.  He growled low, trying to steady himself... the other hand moving to unbutton as many buttons as he could on his shirt to try and get some cool air on his skin.  His actions revealed a well muscled chest and stomach... with that free hand he fanned himself with his loose shirt and glanced up wearily at Rake and the others, his face and body glistening with sweat as his body fought against his nature... struggled against the change.  He was breathing heavy as he spoke.  His throat felt tight, like he needed a drink of water.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm... I'll be ok... just gimme a second."</strong><br/><br/>He shut his eyes tightly and wished he hadn't... a great beast, a large and savage wolf stared back at him and somewhere in the distance he thought he could hear howling.  Part of him wanted to return that howl... but he didn't.  His eyes snapped open and he leaned back on the side of the car.<br/><br/><strong>"Shit... I think I'm sick.  I should go too... get checked out."</strong>