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OOC: oh ok, but I have to wait because woflover hasn't posted yet either....

Ooc:// WE won't post too much Roi, only a few posts until Faye comes along.

Skye felt only burning pain. It spread from the spot on her neck, down throughout her entire pale frame, wracking her body with convulsions as it overwhelemed her. She felt blackness that she longed to sink into, but the pain somehow kept her from sinking unconsious. She was dimly aware of distant sounds, of Zac falling, and otehrs. They sounded far away, and she heard a small whimper of pain. It might'ce of been hers, but she wasn't sure. She wasn't sure of anything at this point, only the pain that wracked her body. She curled into a tight ball, feeling as if she were about to die at any given second.

Zac was still unconsious, but yet the big wolf like creature was still scratching at his chest. By now, his shirt was comepletley torn in that area. There was blood everywhere, and the scene was so gruesome that he almost seemed to be dead. After a few minutes, Zac's eyes seemed to open slightly. The pain was so intense that he woke up, as if his body was unable to hold off the hurt any longer. He tried to get away from the wolf's grip, but it was too strong. If someone didn't help them now, he would surely die. "Help... someone..." he shouted a bit weak.

Visual for what attacked Isabella: Demonic Banshee

Upon hearing the solid thud Isabella screamed, unable to contain herself as she watched in horror as Skye fell and then Zac started to get mauled by a giant black wolf. Gasping she felt an icicle cold finger tap the center of her spine. The touch made her cringe in fear, as she broke into a cold sweat before peeking over her shoulder. There stood a strange ghostly female behind her, her see through frame was hanging there in mid-air.

Isabella squeezed her eyes shut panting slightly for breath before opening it again, hoping the vision was gone but it was closer, almost nose to nose with her as Izzy took a few steps back. The ghost gave an eerie moan before it transcended into her body. “Oh.. My God!!” Isabelle yelped out as she felt her knees give out from under her, feeling a painful sensation clog on her throat. Her vision was instantly vanishing before she passed out.



Visual for Brook's attacker” A real Lycanthrope Beast

Brooklyn was at a complete lost as to what she could do. There were creatures lunging at them, one wolf on Zac and another vampire like being atop Skye. She saw Izzy fall to the floor after her body was entered and suddenly owned by a ghostly being before she heard a lethal growl behind her. She didn't get to see Conner or Mort, as she turned, biting her tongue as she stared into the eyes of passion. Leaning back against the wall behind her, she could feel the wall groan some to her weight as the lycanthrope looked away from her for an instant to snarl at the immense black wolf atop Zac. It, in return, looked to the brute and stopped slashing at Zac's face but stayed lethally close to his body.

Brooklyn acted on her fleeing instinct, taking that chance when the beast looked back to Zac's attacker and made a run for the window. She managed to only jump over it before she felt thick and sharp talons slam into her shoulders, sending both her and the attack down on the front lawn and tumbling some. It's snarl rang loudly in her ears as she looked up to it, tendrils of blood began to salivate against her face before she screamed, feeling those poisoned fangs seep into her shoulder, the sterile bite seemed like an injection as she tried to fight it off.

It was fetal the beats remained atop her, it's dish wide talons tearing at her shirt as he kept her deadly still. Ways after screaming and shouting she started to see dark blotches in the russet furred wold as he mumbled something. She was loosing consciousness and now she could hear him talking. Grunting she let her body try to evade the attack by letting her pass out, the last thing she remembered seeing was blurred, blood stained grin on the male's immense serrated face.

I'd like to apologize before hand about how LONG this is gonna be xD


Mort wasn't far from Izzy when he heard her cry out in fear. What's going on? He turned and faintly saw the ghostly form behind her. His eyes grew wide and he tried to call to her when she fell, but the terror made him choke on any possible words. So he tried to move to her, stumbling over his own feet he didn't make it far when a weak board started to creak and suddenly gave loose. He fell into the floor with a loud thud and his sudden added wait from the fall made the board surrounding it crack as well. As he descended into darkness, he was left with only the sounds of shrieks of surprise and fear filling his head.


Connor saw no eyes. Nor did he hear a snarl. He was attacked point blank from above. The large form had been lying in wait at the top of the stairs where he was standing, and slammed him into the floor. The wind knocked out of him, Connor gasped for air and tried to move. It was pointless to struggle, the large lycanthrope had him pinned, and he wasn't sure but the fall had caused one of his arms to be broken. The same arm under the wolf was the one that the beast suddenly clamped onto, starting to crush it with his powerful jaws and pulling it. Connor couldn't help but cry out in agony at hearing his own flesh being torn like it was paper.

Blood pooled from his arm and over his eye from a gash in his head from the fall, but he tried his best to ignore it and look for a weapon of some kind. ANY kind! A small nightstand-type table stood close by him, on top of it a picture frame of an old couple. He used some of what little strength he had left and with his good arm pulled the table down by grabbing a leg. The picture wobbled for a moment then fell to the ground with a small crash. Grabbing a piece of the broken glass, Connor used it to stab the wolf in the eye.

Wheeling back in pain, the wolf clawed at it's face. Connor used the chance to run for it, tearing further into the house to get away from the creature. Clutching the glass (it's sharp edges cutting into his palm), he threw a door open and hid in the room. He started to stack chairs and furniture from nearby against it to keep the wolf out. ...but now what was he to do?


Mort never really fell unconscious, the fall wasn't that far, but it was enough to hurt. He rubbed his head and looked up. "Ugghhh... where am I?" He looked around and tried to find his position. 'A basement?' he wondered, 'That'd make sense.' his breathing was ragged as he thought of the others. "Izzy! Connor!" He called up to them, "Anyone?" He started to panic. What if they were...? He shook his head to clear those kind of thoughts. First thing's first. He had to get to them. He tried to make out the room he was in. It was dark, but the light from the hole he made showed it was certainly a basement. There was a furnace, and some old chairs. Other than that the room was rather empty, save for some old jars with strange and certainly not good anymore foods. He also spotted some stairs and he felt some relief as he made his way to them.

It didn't last though, for that was when he was attacked.

OOC: *the following's copied from my intro post cause it WAS when he was attacked after all ^^;*
he was suddenly grabbed around the ankle. "What the-?!" He gasped as he looked down and see the decayed hand that had him trapped, and the face that stuck up out of the ground that looked normal, except the missing eye, rotting flesh, and small bit of exposed brain among his patch of brown hair. Mort shrieked and kicked the hand away from him and tried to run up the steps, when he tripped and fell down the two or three he did manage to scale. The zombie grabbed him again, this time using the other hand that was now above the ground, and even latching on to his pants with its teeth. Mort tried frantically to free himself, but only managed to give the zombie more access to his prey as he pulled it further out of the ground.

To make it worse, on the other end of the room, another zombie started to rise. Panic stricken, he started to stumble more, and the zombie most likely getting impatient for dinner, latched onto his leg harder, biting into the boys flesh this time. Mort cried in shock and pain just as his hand touched something cold and metal. He felt it more and realized it was a crowbar. Grabbing it with both hands, he swung it around at his attacker, meeting the zombie on the head. The zombie was driven back, it's head fell off and a few of its teeth that had once been in Mort's leg went flying. He took the opportunity to run before the other zombie was out of the ground. He dashed up the stairs, this time only stumbling once but he managed to catch himself and keep going 'til he reached the top.


OOC: I think it's about time for Alan's grand entrance, keep in mind he's got an Irish accent :3
The quiet and chilly stroll was stopped short by screams. "What the?" Alan stopped walking and stared at the house some yards back. He could've sworn that's where he heard them from. But why would anyone venture there? Even he, a foreigner knew the stories about that place and not to go there. Still... Another scream sounded from the place. He clutched the black and white marbled cross hanging from a dark cord around his neck and sighed, "What will you have me do." no reply, but from his sudden small smile, one might think his question was answered "That's what I feared." He took off running to the house, his lengthy stride and the fact that it wasn't very far resulted in him getting their fairly quick. He leaped to the door and was about to go through when it suddenly closed in his face. "Oy!" he shouted and tried to open it, but failed. Something in there clearly didn't want him inside. He looked around and spotted a window to his left. He ran to it and threw it open, nearly giving the boy inside covered in blood and clutching his mangled arm a heart attack. "'Ey! You okay?" he called to him. Before he could get a reply, their was a loud thud at the door and a roar. The door kept, but it still gave them both a scare. "Come on, kid. This way!"

The 'kid' didn't wait and ran across the room and ducked and rolled out the window, gasping in pain on his landing. Alan threw the window shut behind him just as the door gave in. Neither stayed and ran from the window, hoping the creature wouldn't follow.
"Who all was in there with you, ...umm..."

"Connor."

"Connor..." they stopped in front of the door and Connor started hitting it with a bloody fist. They had to get in. They had to get in and get the others out. "We have to get them." he gasped, using his energy trying to push the door open now.

"Ah, right." Alan agreed. "Can anyone hear us?!" he cried through the door, also throwing his weight on it.

OOC: GAWD. I just finished reading it all. XD

Zac could see the wolf step off of his body, but it still stood dangerously close. The wolf growled at him, and finally took a bite. The wolf bit into Zac's leg, immobilizing him. He tried to escape, but it was no use. Hearing someone outside say "Can anyone hear us", he used all the energy he could make out to say, "Help! I need... help! Please... someone.... HELP!" He wanted so much to close his eyes, to take away the pain, to make it all go away.

OOC: I think we should wait for woflover10 ;]

XD I think northern was banned or something...she hasn't been on in forever. I've sent her like, 5 PM's. No replies, and some of them were like, a couple of months ago. DX

The pain that washed over Skye's now fevered body was beginning to fade, slowly but surely. As it did, she felt like a cool breeze was washing over, drying the sweat that shone slightly on her clammy forehead. She was only dimly aware of her surroundings, still curled into a ball. THe pain was almost gone, but she was terrified that it would come back again, worse the second time. SHe slowly uncurled, her lips bleeding, half moons in her palm were her fists had clenched, and teeth gritted. She lay on the ground still, feeling weak and clammy, as if just getting over being sick. SHe did not notice the fangs that had caused most of the blood, or her keen sense of smell.

Only the fervered feeling the pain left over. The wood felt soothing against her sweating, hot skin, although it wasn't as bad as the beginning of the pain had been. She was aware of her surroundings as she heard the last of Zac's cry for help, but also aware of the pale figure looming over her, eyes gleaming red, seeming hungry as it gazed at Skye. "Zac?" she choked out, once again filled with fear. Much worse than the parylizing fear before. THis one cut into her heart like the cold blade of a knife, sharp, making everything seeming all to real.

Zac tried to escape, but it was no use. He tried to gather up the strength to do something, but couldn't seem to do anything. Finally, he felt a bit stronger. Four minutes after the wolf had bit into his leg (and it was still biting into his leg), he felt stronger somehow. In pain, but stronger. He managed to bring his upper body up, and the wolf looked at him with a terrifying stare. He glared back at it, as if to challenge it. He got up, and the wolf finally let go. Zac stumbled a lot because of the huge bite in his leg, but somehow kept standing. The wolf growled at him, but stood in the exact same spot.

Zac began to feel a strange feeling. His heart raced, and his breathing accelerated. He could suddenly feel great strength and speed. His skin began growing black fur, and he began to feel more comfortable on four legs. Soon enough, standing before his attacker, he himself was a pure black wolf. Although there were feautures that seperated the two by looks and personality. Zac growled, showing his canines towards the other wolf. It growled in return, and soon the two were in a bad fight. Zac's already bad leg and chest wounds were starting to take their toll on him.

Zac turned his head towards Skye, but his attacker used that slight movement to its advantage. It grabbed Zac by his neck, and soon Zac was on the floor yet again. Only this time, Zac had a fighting chance. He got up and bit the wolf back. The fight was getting more and more serious, and soon both were bloody. Both had each other's and their own blood on their bodies. They stood facing each other, breathing heavily and panting. The wolf that had attacked Zac backed away. As it moved more into the darkness, Zac could make out that the wolf was transforming into a human figure. Zac shook his head, and couldn't believe what had just happened. After his attacker had finally gone away, he walked towards Skye. But he was still in his wolf form. He had no idea how to change back into a human. Only time could give him the answer. Soon enough, he was standing right next to Skye. Because of his size, his head was right above hers.

OOC: Yeah, that's what I was gonna say, but I forgot XD

-Issabella is passed out, no play for her on this turn-



Brooklyn couldn't remember how long the wolf was over her but it seemed to end pretty quickly as she watched the male move away quickly, as if in a hurry. Groaning she managed to lean herself onto her elbows and looking at the laceration along her abdomen and hips. Sitting up with anther faint groan she pressed her hand to her shoulder and sank her teeth into her lower lip to keep from screaming as she felt her torn and poisoned flesh against her fingers.

The grass beneath her frame was moist and darkly tainted with her blood as she looked down at it, before watching a black wolf slip out of the house from a corner and into the darkness, in the same direction her attacker had also vanished towards. Looking around, her vision was dazed some but her hearing was deciphering past the wind to where she could hear Skye's ragged breathing and Zac's. To the sound of Connor around the other corner she managed to sit up some more.

Strangely enough she could taste acidic saliva slowly oozing from her pores as she tried to call to them. “what the...?” she said to herself before looking at the laceration on her shoulder, and then managed to call out to Conner. “Conner.. over here..” She managed, trying to lean upwards but her knees were strangle on shut down, as if feeding from her non-moving for this very time being.