Moonlight Crossing (Sarah Morgan & Wispyr)
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				Title: <strong>Moonlight Crossing (Sarah Morgan &amp; Wispyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wispyr</strong> on <strong>13-10-2014, 06:07:31</strong>
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				Humans are such inattentive creatures, willing to ignore those signs that lay right in front of their eyes so long as it most benefits what they would call&nbsp; the status quo of their life. The truth of the matter is that they don't want to know what's really out there, they have no desire to understand the things that go bump in the night or make peace with them. Rather they would prefer to live their lives as s sheep, turning blind eyes and deaf ears to any situation that suggests anything out of the ordinary is going on. For humans this is a mistake, a weakness that is easily exploited; however for those things that do exist that man kind can not label with all of their scientific advances, this is a blessing and what allows them to continue to exist.<br><br>Sure there are those humans who have come into contact with them, those who truly believe and understand. Even those who go out of their way to find and deal with. These humans call themselves hunters, and they fancy themselves unsung protectors of humanity from a darker threat that lurks by moonlight. What do they hunt? Werewolves of course. Lycanthropes, the man beast, those who are not human but not quite wolf either. Where they came from, how they came to be, what they're after largely remains a mystery to anyone on the outside; the truth is though that they're there, and they have been for centuries, waging their own private war, dealing with their own politics and always cautious to stay beneath the radar of humanity for in an all our war, no matter their strength or speed they are grossly outnumbered.<br><br><div align="center">-------</div><br>A harsh howl erupted in the otherwise silent streets of Tenmile Oregon, carried by the chill wind that blew rolled through. It was normally a quiet little place hidden in the overly forested south western portion of the state, home to just under ten thousand souls. Because of near endless woodland that surrounded the small city it was a prime gathering place for wolf kind; people had learned not to question the noises, the hunting and even occasional fights that broke out between the packs. Rather when noises just like this one came out they rolled over in their beds and pulled a pillow over their heads to drown out the going ons outside.<br><br>Unfortunately for this particular wolves prey, not all of the humans were locked safe and snug in their homes, able to simply pull over a common bedroom item to shelter themselves from his attentions. Quite sadly in fact this lone girl found herself as the latest target of the wolf-man's hunt, that had left a string of victims across the state. He'd already driven her from the city, out into the woods, into his world; it wasn't going to be a trip that he would allow her to forget. <br><br>He must have had a terrifying visage to gaze upon, his mouth full of razor sharp, jagged, vicious canine teeth, piercing yellow eyes that pulsed with a primal instinct, thick black fur that covered his massive seven foot tall form from head to toe, raptor like claws on the ends of his fingers and toes. He was in a full man-beast form, half-man half-wolf. He lifted his powerful snout into the air and sniffed, drawing in the heavy scent of fear that she had left lingering in the air; it was intoxicating, hunting human prey was so much more satisfying that hunting basic animals.<br><br>Despite the fact that she could never truly out run him, he'd given her a ten minute head start, so he could enjoy the hunt all the more and gain sadistic satisfaction from her screams of terror when finally he got her. The distance it had taken her ten minutes to cover, took him only two to catch up. In a single powerful lunge he flung himself over her, landing on the side of a tree and digging his claws into to lock himself in a gravity defying matter. The bark and the wood beneath cracked under the powerful grasp of his hands. His mouth opened and dripped long strings of saliva that had pooled, the hunger was upon him and it was time to wrap up this game. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Moonlight Crossing (Sarah Morgan &amp; Wispyr)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>24-11-2014, 03:23:53</strong>
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				Audrey Latan forced herself to run faster at hearing the distant howl, hoping that it somehow meant she had succeeded in escaping the monster that was chasing her.&nbsp; She strained her eyes, trying to get a glimpse of light through the trees, hoping she might be near the end of the woods, but the overhead branches were too thick for even the full moon's brightness to penetrate.&nbsp; Instinct kept her feet moving, in spite of the fatigue that was tiring her.&nbsp; The pain from her many cuts and scrapes from tripping over hidden roots and other debris didn't register, or the fact that blood dripped sluggishly from her hands as she ran.<br>Her breath came in panicked gasps as she pushed forward, her heart racing as she searched for any way out of the situation, without finding one.&nbsp; She wished she'd stayed in after all, rather than deciding to go for a walk, in spite of how cold it was.&nbsp; <br><br>She shrieked as the wolf man suddenly appeared in front of her, latching his claws into a tree, her reflexes kicking in as she instinctively jerked to a halt at seeing she was on course for crashing headlong into both the wolf and the tree, while she also tried to swerve sharply to the left to avoid the tree, and also keep her momentum and stay on her feet.&nbsp; Whether her luck had run out, or everything caught up with her all at once she couldn't say, only that her feet decided to tangle up as she tried to do so much all at once, and she went sprawling, managing to catch herself on her hands as she tried to scramble back up, knowing she didn't have a chance if she couldn't regain her feet in the next few seconds.
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