Quent © Whoever made WR

Kira © Me

Rallen © Balto5670

Storm © Wildfire

Spittle © Shadowcraft~werewolf

Sven © Kaso

It is the year 2020. The earth is stripped of its forests. All wolves were either put in captivity or killed. The last wolves were seen 200 years ago. A man named Quent, lost his family because of a fire. His family lived next to a burned down forest, that was when he saw a pack of wolves around the house when it got burned down. Quent thought that wolves were responsible for his families deaf, so he hunted down the last of the wolves. He only cared for one, that was Kira. Kira was Quent's son's friend for a long time. So he took her with him always.

Though she took part in the hunting, she didn't have a grudge against the wolves. She showed much curtiousy when they met. It the city of Verona, it has been known that no wolves lived there, but when Quent and Kira were walking through Kira began to bark, Quent knew she'd only bark if she'd one of them. He now knew that wolves, were still alive. He went to warn the people, but no one belived him. Because liked everyone told him "Wolves haven't been seen for over 100 years". Quent just gave up telling them and went hunting for them.

Whenever they'd roam aorund town, Kira would always see them, but they were never in their true wolf form. They were disguising themselves as humans! They began top hate Kira, because they knew what her human did.

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Quent and Kira walked through streets of Verona. Quent stepped into a puddle. It rippled and it reflected some birds flying above. Kira walked silently, her nose twitched as she sniffed the moist air. Dark clouds were above and they grew more and more ominious. "Come on, girl. I have to stop to get a drink." he said and Kira stopped and looked up at Quent. She grinned and kept walking.

They stopped at a bar called, "Blue Bar". He tied her to a fire higrent. She layed down. She kept her eyes called. Quent smiled and walked inside the Bar.

John walked down the streets slowly looking at a dark grey sky
He had a cold sense it'd rain in an hour or two while walking he came across Kira, he stood, rooted in his spot with his hands in his pockets watching the dog closley. Spittle walked through the cold streets, only in a T-shirt, he stopped to look in a shop windown, then kept onw alking. his hands wrapped around himself, making him a little warmer. He stopped as he came by two others, a dog and a human. Spittle stood there and looked at the two, his converse getting a little wet, from the puddle he was standing in. Kira stood up. Everything inside her told her to bark and get Quent. She knew who or what these humans were. They were just like her...they were wolves. She stood and lowered her neck. She stared at them, not making a move or saying anything. The breed they were, allowed them to see their same breed, even it was through human flesh. Her throat closed up, not allowing her to bark and tell Quent what was here.
Spittle slightly felt nervouse, he felt the need to sprint away, but then he just bent down on all four, and sat down. his hair blowing in the wind, he wrapped his arms around himself bent his head down.his hair on the side of his face.
    John stood in his wolf form staring at Kira without a word and stared into his eyes. John didn't say anything and also lowered his head. His lips pulled back revealing pearly white teeth and pink & black gums
His tail stood up and he started to growl lowly.       Rallan walked silently down the quiet streets of Verona, hands jammed inside his pockets. His brown eyes stayed on the tiled streets beneath him, lost in his deep thoughts. Above him, the sky had become grayer than it was when he'd begun wandering around. More rain's sure to follow... he thought to himself, looking up at the sky. Suddenly, something caught his nose... It was a familiar, yet strange scent. The scent of other wolves. Cautiously following the smells, he turned a corner and found one tied to a fire hydrant, the other two milling about not far off. Rallan leaned against a wall of a building, watching the three of them with dead-set eyes to determine if they were threats or not...
    Suddenly Spittle got up and ran off, in wolf form, his tail lashing. he ran on the bricks of a sidewalk and stopped turning back. he growled, he noticed Rallan. His muzzle wrinkled into a snarl, his yellow-ish sharp teeth showing. His black gums showing. His tail bristled and his hackles rose.   Walking in the streets were a huge risk for wolves in hidding. Every dog could tell who, and what, they really are. A blond haired girl was walking down the streets with her hands in the sports jacket she always wore. No expression could be found on her face as she passed many humans, knowing that they would never find out she was really a wolf, unless she was wounded and laying down in a puddle of blood. But that wasn't happening at this moment.

She walked on by, passing store and shops, not minding the humans who waved to her and sayed 'Good day'. No, she kept quiet, and that made some people ponder at why she did this. Ehh, what the heck. As she walked, she passed a boy leaning against a wall of a building. She was on the opposite end, and knew right then that he was also a wolf. 'Man, there are a lot of my kind here...' She thought as she stopped in her tracks, looking at the other three. '*******, they are fighting without a meaning...' Her bright blue eyes turned towards Kira. In her wolf form, her white pelt shimmered like silver in the sunlight, and her bright blue eyes glimmered like saphires. That was it. Kira leaped forward and began to bark wildly at Spittle and John. Her teeth bared as barked angerily at them. She barked and growled as she leaped and fell to the ground on her paws trying to get to them. Quent dropped his glasss when he heard Kira barking. He grabbed his coat and ran to the door of the bar. The bloned haired girl did nothing, although the old man who ran out the bar caught her attention. 'My God, he seems different than the other humans...he couldn't...could he?' She flinched a bit, but not from Kira's barking, but from Quent as he dashed out of the doors.
She then turned to Rallan, then back to Kira and Quent. She frowned, almost as if she were going to growl in her human form. As a wolf, she stood her ground, tail up, claws unsheathed, and fangs sticking out from her mouth.    John put down his hackels and lips then he backed up hearing Quent coming. He ran off down the brick allyway with his claws clicking evry stride he took while running. He stopped deeper in the ally and walked behind some old boxes and layed there quietly. Spittle was startled, he heard the barking of Kira and looked at John, he turned and ran for the nearest way to the forest. HIs fur blowing in the wind, he leapt over puddles and stopped as he reached the forest. he walked in it, his brown and black pelt being smuthered by the darkness of the trees shadows.
Rallan watched as Kira lost it and began to bark at the other two. He gasped softly, realizing if they got caught, he might get caught as well. He moved around to the other side of the building, still able to see Kira if he looked around the corner but was still safely out of sight. He sighed softly and shook his head. What's up with that wolf? he thought to himself, then watched the girl as she passed him by, eyes widening as he could smell the wolf on her... No, not on her... She was another wolf as well... ****, how many other wolves are here? he thought then saw one of the other wolves growl at him, now in its true form, then watched it run off. His eyes went back to the man, watching him with interest. Can... he... see us?
Kira barked at Storm who stood, stupidly in her wolf form. "Get out here!!!" she barked at her, pulled at her leash. Quent ran out. He stared at Storm. "You Death Devil!" he yelled. He pulled out his gun and let Kira loose. Kira leaped and ran toward Storm. Quent stood there, taking aim. Kira leaped up ready to bite into Storm's neck. Spittle watched, he had turned himself around and was watching from a corner of the trees. He could see all of the action, he closed his eyes then opened them, he felt a gurgling hate pierce his side, he looked at the gun and his ears perked. A low growl seeped between his teeth.       John layed behind the old run down boxes he listened to the sounds of barking, snarling, and loading of a shotgun. John said nothing and then stood up seeing Storm being aimed at and ran down still in his wolf form and jumped.
Storm was her name, and she stood in an intimidating stance. In her wolf form, she growled back, "Why? This isn't your turff...". Her gaze turned form Kira's flying form to Quent, who now had a gun. She growled loudly at him. but before she could do anything, she was hit by Kira not on the neck, but the side. The white wolf turned and attempted to bite down on her shoulder or the side of her head. Rallan growled softly as he watched the man pull out a gun and Kira begin to fight with Storm. He couldn't watch another wolf die... No, not anymore... Without a second thought, he transformed to his wolf form and charged Quent, going for his gun rather than his body to try and disarm him first. "Get out of here before you get killed!" he shouted to Storm, still gripping Quent's gun and trying to rip it from the man's grip.
Spittle's eyes widened as he watched

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