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RE Me and Grinning - Werewolves aren't all the same It didn't take her long to realize that something was happening as the smell came to her nose. She heard gunshots and a fight happening deep into the woods. Betraying her instincts she broke off from the pack and made her way towards wherever the noise was. Just as she came up she noticed two things, a Dire wolf, one that wasn't of her pack and didn't keep to their laws, and the second thing she noticed was what it was standing on. The man below him for some reason reminded her of something, that day in the woods... She looked at him for only a moment before slamming her body weight into the creature, sending her and the huge wolf barreling off to the side. The wolf was stunned for only a moment before turning it's anger on Sarence. He lunged at her and grabbed her neck in it's jaws. Two times her size, she couldn't push him off and yelped loudly as the fangs pushed into her throat. The wolf thrashed it's head ripping her neck open in only a couple of seconds, before letting her go and picking her up by the waist and slashing into her belly and chest, Faster than any human would be able to react, faster than even she was able to react. The dire wolf picked her up and threw her across the path into a large tree where her body slammed against the trunk and she slid to the bottom of it. Just before the Dire was able to attack her more, something brought him down and he was sent tumbling to the ground as his life left his eyes. Sarence panted and attempted to heal the wounds but because they were made by a Dire and Dire wounds didn't heal on their own. Sarence was having trouble breathing from the attack, forcing her breathing to even out despite the pain. blood dripped from her mouth and she had her eyes on the man. It didn't take long for the wolves to track down where they were. If they found her near him they would capture him to kill him themselves for touching their pack sister.
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same The pain removed the ability for her to sense the cold, all of her senses focusing on that horrid metal. The figure had come even closer now, her senses sent on high alert as he picked up and put something on. He also aimed something at her and though she tried to dodge it, it landed on her head and was pulled tight around her neck, close to cutting off her air supply. When it didn't she could feel something else, the pain being released for the most part and a crack of metal as the jaws were forced open by something. She shook her head attempting to dislodge the bag from her face. As soon as her leg was free and she could move she darted backwards, barely putting pressure on her broken leg. It would mend but for now she needed to focus on getting the blasted bag off her face! She shook her head and leaned down using her paws against the bag. She couldn't pull it free from her head and thrashed her head attempting to pull it down away from her face. It was pulled off and she looked at the guy, noticing he had it in his hand. He had pulled it off of her. She was a little lost at first, soon noticing what had just happened. She listened to him as he called truce and backed away. She watched with weary eyes as he moved away. She was very lost but as soon as he was out of view she licked her leg and started to help it heal. Once it was able to be stood on once again, she took off back to her tribe. A couple of months later, the village near to the area where she had met the hunter came under siege. A specific type of monster known as a Dire, and commonly mistaken as a werewolf, was ravaging the town. Sarences's family had been in the area fighting the Dire Wolves to save their reputation, which only made them look just as bad. Sarence had tried to explain this to her family but they wouldn't hear it. A large dire wolf could be heard inside a house with a screaming child, the wolves about ready to move into the house and devour the child.
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same Lan had been approaching the village when he heard the scream. Unlimbering his bow, he prepared arrows as he ran. Vaulting down the street was a massive dark wolf with an oversized head. Warg...or dire wolf as the academicians would have it. Whatever, from his view it was a ravening monster who killed not just for food, but for pleasure and enjoyed stalking humans. A well-placed arrow through its chest sent it crashing forward onto the ground and he heard the shrill screams of children. Veering hard to the right as he drew sword and dagger, he hurried through a broken doorway hacking down into the back of a warg looking inward. A young tween girl had a firepoker and was swinging it wildly at the remaining warg. Her eyes displayed all the whites around her iris as sheer terror filled her. The wolf was close to springing and Lan yanked its tail as his sword came around, slicing its neck. She began to scream and he tried to calm her. It's OK. Don't worry, they are dead. Only then did he realize she was pointing behind him and as he spun, he was born backwards by the rapidly healing warg. It was a were! His arm went into it's mouth and he felt it's teeth slice into his arm. Only the archer's sole leather vambrace kept his arm from snapping. As he was born to the floor the girl swung the poker and it rebounded from the warg's head, stunning it. Lan took the chance to ram his sword up through its neck and it shuddered and froze. With some difficulty, he pushed from it and swung twice to cut its head off, repeating it for the other wolf. His arm was bleeding profusely and he wrapped it with a kerchief the turned back to the girl. She had an odd look on her face as she spoke. You know you have to die now. You got bit. Now you are one of them. You better run, because they will track you. Thank you for saving me, I'll never forget you. He realized she was right and his mind scrambled, trying to figure what to do. As he exited the hut, he saw the other warg on a fire, and he kept his cloak over his arm. A villager came up and bowed. Thank you sir. If not for you many would have died. As it is, we have two that must have the mercy death. Lan chewed his lip. So there is no cure then? None known Sir...tis an awful thing. Lan nodded. Indeed. Well, I have an errand and was just passing through so I must be off. He hurried away before the man could learn he'd been bit. In theory, his duty was to turn himself in, but right now he just wanted to get quickly away from people and see what his wound looked like. Out in the woods, he heard a howl.
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same The howl happened to be a dire communicating with his pack that he'd witnessed a new turning. Dires didn't control their bite, every bite had a 100 chance to turn. Werewolves however were more sophisticated, not biting to turn, only biting to kill. Sarence had been in the are and picked up the blood and followed him for a while before they were secluded. He was bitten, and it was extremely bad. The wound was already swelling and causing him undoubtedly severe pain. Again, against her families wishes she followed this man. She recognized him from that day years ago, he helped her and now it was her chance to help him. She stalked him until it seemed he lost his strength and the ground became his bed. She quickly ran up to him to see if he was conscious, unable to tell she nuzzled his shoulder and used her head to move him so she could see his arm. The wound was festering, likely on fire as it probably felt. She looked at him, feeling bad that he would go through the change. She never had, being born a werewolf was always better than being born a dire. Dire's weren't 'born' in a way, they were bitten. Dires shot blanks. They couldn't reproduce. The only way for them to repopulate is to bite others. Turning humans was the Dires way of keeping their species alive. Dires and werewolves were as closely related as a dog and a fox, almost none. She whimpered softly as she tried to get his attention, knowing that his focus would likely be on the pain. She hoped he would recognize that she wasn't there to hurt her. As soon as he showed any signs of movement she shot back and jumped away, head down. She was cautious and curious if he would try to hurt her. She didn't have time to find out as one of the other humans from the village had followed the two, she thought no one had, he must have cloaked himself. Clearly he knew the man that she was attempting to help because after hearing the guys name she felt a pain in her side and collapsed a moment later as her vission dimmed. He'd hit her with something... a bullet? An arrow? What was it? She passed out and relied on her pack to save her, yet again.
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same Lan knew he was feverish and he also knew he should kill himself before he became one of THOSE. Vaguely he was aware of a wolf following and coming up to him. She was smaller than a warg. He lay gasping and another sound and he heard the pfft of a blowgun, then saw the wolf collapse. Looking up, he saw someone he knew. The other licensed huntsman. The man approached quietly, then sat across from Lan on his heels. Got bit? Why bother lying? He looked into the elderly man's eye. Yeah...burning up. The infection's trying to turn me. Mhmm. Wanna beat it? Suddenly, he had Lan's complete attention. I was told there wasn't a cure. There ain't....but there is another path. You will still change, but you can be yourself...gonna hurt. You want it? His arm on fire Lan nodded and the old huntsman came forward, quickly pouring some strange liquid in Lan's mouth. Then vision faded. While he was out, the old man cut some slits down the wound, removing the vambrace. He then turned to the she-wolf he'd poisoned and whispered, Sorry little lady, but there is need. Pinching the skin of her forepaw, he held it over Lan's wound and cut a vein, letting her blood run into and wash the wound. He also directed some of it into Lan's mouth, and tipped his head to swallow it, then bound up each wound, dragged them under a log and covered them with brush and went to lead the other hunters in the wrong direction. His wrinkled features were set in an amused smile. Lan awoke...he felt odd, but not feverish. It was like he was seeing the world through two sets of eyes and the views would not match up. He unwrapped his arm and it was completely healed without a scar. Then he noticed the wolf bitch next to him. She looked familiar. Yes, this was the one he'd saved some years ago. Had Jeremy the huntsman bandaged her after darting her? He knew that Jeremy was learned in natural poisons and potions. The hunt did not seem to be near, but he knew that he had to leave. It would be best if she did too. Then he noticed something odd. Her smell. It was wonderful and he fought a sudden strange urge to lick her mouth.
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same Sarence was out of it while he did these things she wasn't aware of any of it till she woke up with a pain in her left. She whimpered softly. 'Ow...' She said, moving her muzzle to the wound and looking at it. He had sliced open her leg but for what. She glanced around and saw him looking at her and immediately bolted up and jumped back, fangs bared slightly. He smelled different, he'd changed but... he wasn't a Warg... She lowered her head and growled, cautious of him. The growl was saying 'back off if you know what's good for you...' She stepped back slowly till she was pressed against a large log. She swished her tail to the side and continued to watch him. Meanwhile, her pack had been searching for her and started to track down her scent. Her brother was in the lead as he was the pack general in some ways. Their father was one of 5 leaders under the main one, and her brother lead the pack warriors. The warriors didn't take long to track the scent, she was close to them when they let out a howl. She looked in the direction of the howls and a moment later her pack surrounded them. She tried to tell them that this man hadn't hurt her but they wouldn't hear it, dragging her away before she was able to stop them. The wolves surrounded him, knowing he wasn't human and cautiously started to move in on him. Their goal was to take him prisoner and take him back to the pack leader. He'd be killed for touching their sister. Despite her efforts, Sarence was unable to sway their goal. She would have to find other means to help the newly turned wolf. She knew something about Wargs though, they were basically vampires in wolven form. they had to eat meat and drink blood for survival. Blood would fulfil them for a time, but without meat and blood, they would slowly lose all strength and die. She knew this because she'd been friends with one. Her blood might sustain his life, but he needed meat to thrive. She knew her pack would give him neither. The wolves closed in on him and started to bring him down, keeping their goal in mind. will post more at work - enjoying this again
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same Lan watched carefully as a pack of wolves gradually materialized from the rising mists of the evening. It all seemed so surreal. Only the sound of their pants and growls punctuated the stillness of the forest. They began to move him away from the female and he somehow was getting frustrated. But why did it matter to him whether he was with her or not? He didn't know, but there seemed to be a felt kinship between them. As they began to herd him with snaps an bumps, he lost his fear and began to feel enraged and his vision of what was around him in the night became very clear as he suddenly grew very aware of each of their scents. Without warning, he found himself on all fours, and when one snapped close to his ear, he snapped back. Only he did so with muzzle and fangs and the wolf jumped back far from him. They had reached a rustic village of wicciup wood and hide buildings, with a large lodge building in the center. Here there were actual people, though they looked to be a stone age throwback. He didn't care as they were not his tribe, his pack. Now why did he think of the two as the same? Then he looked down and watched from all fours as another wolf padded over to try to dominate him. But he'd had enough. In a blink, he was a wolf and all was as it should be. His items stayed behind him on the ground, and he had the other wolf's neck in his mouth where he held it growling until it whining in submission, upon which he released it. He shook himself as they surrounded him. He could feel their confusion, which matched his own. He was one of them. Not a warg, but a shape shifter nevertheless. One of the larger males, battle scarred and self assured, came forward. You hurt my sister. When you attack the pack, the pack determines your end. Lan was confused. This is untrue. I did not touch your sister at all. I was bitten and suffering, and I remember seeing her. I also remember seeing a huntsman who I think is a druid. He put your sister to sleep and me also. When I awoke, my wound was gone and she was there, but with a covered wound. I am confused, and don't know what has happened. But if you try to kill me I will challenge you...and I think I will win. The large wolf stared for a while. You can not lie in this form. It is most strange. You are now of the PEOPLE, but not of the pack. This is not usual and requires those elder and wiser than I. For now, you will stay here. My sister seems to know you, so you will stay with her. If you harm her, you will be torn apart. But as one of the PEOPLE, I have not the right to kill you without proper cause. The speaker became a ruddy skinned man, and someone handed him clothes, and a stone tipped spear. Human who is also of the PEOPLE, you must leave your metal items...you may keep your bow, but remove the metal tips from your arrows. Lan was still confused, but things seemed a little better. They were pretty much removing his civilized weapons, as well as his cookery, but he retained his bow and arrow shafts. as his clothes were of soft hide or wool, he was allowed to pick them up as he shifted back to two legs and entered her home.
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same Sarence was in her room yelling at her brother, they were both in wolf form and both very angry at eachother, growling and yelling, but to him it would be just like talking, there would be no difference in a bark than there was a 'fuck you'. It would all be spoken word to him now. He's never hurt me! She growled at him. You're my sister and he's an outsider. you don't even know him. I don't care, he will NOT touch you. He already has to help me, we're not fucking, Jesus Christ, Thomas. She said fuming. Then I'll kill him already! You won't touch him! Are you gonna stop me? You forget I am above you in station. I don't care, you're being a fucking asshole. A slap sound resonated the room as her brother shifted forms and walked out. Sarence too had shifted forms, standing with a soft pink mark on her face where her brother had slapped her. Yes, he was above her, yes, he could hurt her, all the men in her pack could hurt her, but men outside it couldn't. Women in her pack were low on the standards, they could be raped and as long as it was within the pack it was considered 'consensual'. She rubbed at her cheek and glanced over, sniffing at the air, the man was in her house now. Her brother stormed out the house making sure to glare at the man before moving from the large 2 room teepee. She pulled the leather free from the walk-in and looked at him. She had piercing blue eyes and long black hair. She wasn't dressed for the most part, just a couple of strips of fabric covering her body. she didn't know much about the man had seen, and it didn't seem to bother her anyway. Are you alright? She asked, as if she didn't just get slapped, worried about him, more than herself. Her voice was so soft that it came as a shock as opposed to what she looked like.
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same Lan was angry as the aggressive male stalked past him. Oddly, he had a strong feeling that he could take this male. He didn't know why, but he felt rather protective towards this female. Just then it occurred to him that he understood their conversation in its entirety. Had he changed? Was he now a wolf? He looked at his hand and imagined it a paw. There was a very disorienting feeling and he found himself on the floor, but ahead of him was a furry pawed leg...his own. He wondered what he looked like. He could tell he was at least the size of the other male, but not wargish...and yet...within himself he felt the strength of a warg if he called upon it...not that he wished to now. I am Lan. I think I know you. Why does he hate you so? If he hurts you again, I want to challenge him.
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same She looked at him as if he had grown a second head. Challenge him? He's my brother. That's how we get treated here. We're below our pack brothers. Protected, sure, but they own us. If you challenge them, they will surely kill you. She said. She was shocked he was even talking like that. She looked at him and moved towards him putting her hand on his face. A greeting mostly, picking up his body temperature. You're running high. She said. Sit. She motioned to the wooden carved seat behind him. Before you do, remove the excess clothing. I want to check some things... She said, looking at him, asking him to strip his clothes as if it was normal for her. The pack was already in a riot about the man, they didn't take long to come to the decision to refuse him passage simply based on his warg blood. The whole thing was a mess, the leader attempting to keep peace but was failing miserably. The pack wanted him dead. They didn't want him even close to their sister. She was one of 3 pack females shared among them all, it wasn't up to her who she was with. This was just what she was used to, how she was raised. she didn't know any better. She wanted a lot - but asked for very little. Freedom, to run, explore, and just get away... but that was hard to do in this civilization. She smiled at him softly and ran her hand over the scars from the attack. Warg scars didn't heal on their own, they were left open, bloody, leaking. These had healed. Who was he, that man? She asked, removing her hand from his chest.
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RE Me and Campion - Werewolves aren't all the same She looked at him as if he had grown a second head. Challenge him? He's my brother. That's how we get treated here. We're below our pack brothers. Protected, sure, but they own us. If you challenge them, they will surely kill you. She said. She was shocked he was even talking like that. She watched him shift, taking in the sheer size of his bosy compared to hers. She looked at him and moved towards him putting her hand on his muzzle gently running her thumb over his nose. A greeting mostly, picking up his body temperature. You're running high. She said. Sit. She motioned to the wooden carved seat behind him. Before you do, change form.... I want to check some things... She said, looking at him, asking him to strip his clothes as if it was normal for her. The pack was already in a riot about the man, they didn't take long to come to the decision to refuse him passage simply based on his warg blood. The whole thing was a mess, the leader attempting to keep peace but was failing miserably. The pack wanted him dead. They didn't want him even close to their sister. She was one of 3 pack females shared among them all, it wasn't up to her who she was with. This was just what she was used to, how she was raised. she didn't know any better. She wanted a lot - but asked for very little. Freedom, to run, explore, and just get away... but that was hard to do in this civilization. She smiled at him softly and ran her hand over the scars from the attack. Warg scars didn't heal on their own, they were left open, bloody, leaking. These had healed. Who was he, that man? She asked, removing her hand from his chest.