The end -rp-

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  • OOC: (I think that Beat will usually be in her Kirara//cat form, she could totally be a pet :3)


    IC: Kirara's amber eyes cast Tara a knowing look. "Mew," she said, pushing the sandwich towards France.

  • "i've survived long enough alone, dont see why i should stop now" she grins wickedly, showing her canine teeth "just be glad i never like my pack in the first place. means im against them. means im.....'good'"

  • Tara's eyes widdened as she jumped on her shoulder. She petted the little cat.
    "It isn't safe , though. Travel with us , please." she said

  • "Meow," Kirara sighed. A wolf. Of course.


    She hadn't met many other Werecats, but, to be honest, she was more cat than human anyway. She preferred being a cat.

  • "if you don't mind.." she bows slightly and turns again, eyes scanning the closest tree's, trying to formulate a path between them. for a wolf, she spent a lot of time in tree's

  • lyra rolls her eyes as she jumps onto a branch and clings tight. her hands melt into paws and she sends her claws into the back, clinging tight as she pulled her leg over. she scurried up the tree to see eyes glowing down at her "F**K!" she shouts, dropping from the tree the same time as the vamp

  • lyra growled and drew her sword, facing the vamp square on. "not this time blood sucker" she lunged the same time the vamp hissed and clawed

  • Tara smiled at the cat , and took the snadwich. "Hey , France." she shouted. "Kirara got something for you."
    When she saw the blood sucker , she ran over and tripped it. Tara grabbed her knife , and stabbed it in the heart. "Told ya it wasn't safe"

  • lyra snarled "i had it under control b***h". she slipped her knife into her holder on her leg and slipped the katana into it's sheath on her back

  • lyra rolled her eyes at the pathetic group "sticking together makes each other vulnerable. a weak one" she glances at the girl who kept asking for infected food "can destroy the whole group"