So.. This is a l{o}vestory?

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    I'm gonna make this simple. Like really simple.


    My character, a human, has just moved into the small town of RutherSprings and she has yet to find out that this place is very mysterious..



    OOC- your character can either be a vampire or werewolf..



    To join just post name, age, & picture..



    Mine-

    Elena---- Jo---- Winters
    17

    ---both accepted.. Lets start:3



    As Elena jogged down the sidewalk, there was a noise coming from the woods. Her curiosity took over and she walked slowly into the woods, following the noise. A whimper is what she had thought she hear but she wasn't quite sure. She looked around before she continued. It was getting dark and the moonlight reflected off some of the shiny golden brown tree leaves. "What I am doing?" She asked herself under her breath. She wasn't sure if this was such a good idea, but she thought of the worst possible situation. What if it was a puppy with a broken leg? Or a lost baby? Elena eyes followed from tree to tree, still seeing not a thing.

    Tony limped lethargically in the forest, letting out an incessant and involuntary whimper as he did so. His amber gaze went to his left leg, which seemed to be a rather overgrown wolf's leg, although it was matted with blood and shone a silvery colour in the moonlight. Tony himself reflected what a wolf would look like, if it were human, a straight-backed and muscled wolf really. People called his kind werewolves, Tony didn't mind, what he did mind was his leg, which was leaving a trail of blood that glinted crimson in the moon. He eventually eased himself against a tree, still whimpering, although quieter as he drew himself into a ball of blood, fur, and claws...

    Elena, walking slowly step by step, looked down at the ground and gasp. She saw the ruby red on the ground which the moon reflected on. "What the h*ll?!" She said loudly. Great, she continued thinking. Now whatever was there, I probably scared off. Elena just kept walking, looking in front of her and down at the ground following the blood trail. "This trial is going to go on forever," she mumbled. Elena honestly wasn't sure if she wanted to see what the trail led up to. But what if it was a person? Then again.. Why would a person leave a blood trail into the woods? Why wouldn't they head towards town to get help? Elena looked over hearing a whimper type groan and noticed a person. Her hand covered her mouth. "Are you okay?!" She asked staying dead in her tracks not wanting to get close.

    Tony made an effort to stop his whimpering as he heard a voice, he shifted slightly as his brain worked on what he could do to make it out of here, and what this person wanted, she sounded like she wanted to help but, he was wary. He could understand her but not speak, not all knowledge of being human was destroyed when he turned into this.


    He gave a low growl in an attempt to ward her off, but the growl was weak and had no conviction.

    Elena backed away. She didnt know what else to do but just leave because making him mad was something she surely didnt want to do. Elena turned away from the person or animal or whatever it was and started running back the other way. It was pitch dark outside and she couldn't tell where she was even going. "This is f*cking great, I'm lost." Elena mumbled under her breath. How could she even get lose?! She has been in these woods at least a thousand times. As she ran it seemed as though she was only going in circles. What am I going to do? She wondered to herself frustrated.

    Tony relaxed slightly as she seemed to move off, he shifted slightly so that his injured leg was close to his head. With a low groan he began lapping at his wound, knowing that doing this when you were injured did help, but it was unpleasant to lick fur, as it sometimes tends to get stuck on your tongue.


    Eventually Tony raised his head and sniffed, he shook his head slightly as he could distinguish that the girl was not yet out of the forest. Tony thought he'd help with that, but only by scaring her into going the right way.


    He stood up very slowly, his wound not bleeding -thankfully-. he started half-limping towards the scent of the girl, straight in the direction where one of the exits were, he let out a loud howl, hoping to scare her somewhat.