Posts by ~Raven~

"Only part of the reason of why Mrs. Peters called social services. As a Guardian Angel you can only give suggestions to your charge. So I can only influence you if you are willing to take my advice. Her angel took my word and continued to give advice until she caught a glimpse of a bruise. It took about two months for us to get her to act on it. Free Will means you can choose to act on your gut feeling I give you or not. Thankfully she acted on it." Eleanor explained with ease. But when he asked about Amber she shook her head.

"I can't tell you what is happening. I can only give you gut feelings or suspicions of things. I can give you suggestions to do things, but you have Free Will, so like I said before you can chose to listen to it or not. As for Amber... I knew she was unhappy, and her Guardian was trying to get her to act on it and call it off. She, sadly, chose a different path. I didn't know about that until an hour before when her Guardian showed up while we were at work to warn me what was happening. You know that gut feeling that you forgot something at work? Or that you might get into trouble if you leave? That was me. I was trying to get you to stay longer to avoid this and then I would try to get you to call it off under suspicions. But you chose to leave anyway and I couldn't stop you." Eleanor said, shifting slightly where she stood.

"As for why I can't fly anymore I made quite a few mistakes. I'm a younger Guardian Angel, and I had finished my training five Charges before you. My first one, became a soldier during the Roman Empire. The Second, was a Viking Woman. The third is when I started to get into trouble. She was a British woman who had a lot of mental and physical problems from a young age, which is a beacon for Demons. I had left her one night for less than ten minutes to ask my former mentor for help and guidance as I wasn't sure what to do anymore. I returned and a Demon had her. Which caused more problems. The Fourth ended up with really bad depression after being in a war, and anything I did never worked. I lost him. The fifth, the one before you, was pure evil from the start. I tried everything to help them but they were horrible. They killed a lot of people before taking their own life. I was brought before Arch Angels Michael and Gabriel because I failed three Charges in a row." Eleanor shifted in her place before forcing her wings to lift slightly before letting them relax once more. "My wings were stripped, or the bones in them were shattered as punishment. It makes it harder to protect you as wings for Guardians are the main source of defense and offense."

Eleanor stood quietly for a moment as she watched him. The Angel wasn't sure what else to say. She expected a lot more questions from him and had been surprised he hadn't just blurted out more. But she remained quiet. She ran a hand through her hair as she watched him, before adding tentatively, "They used to be pure white.... but years of being dragged around and never used, caused them to turn this light grey color.... they'll probably get a darker grey from now for years to come until I escort you upstairs. I'm hoping that with you I can eventually end up with my wings healed."

I never had something that I can't walk away from
But, girl, my self-control's so paralyzed
When it comes to you, no, I ain't got no patience
There's something 'bout you girl I just can't fight

You're like that cigarette

That shot of 100 proof

No matter how much I get

I'm always craving you

That feeling when we kiss

The way your body moves

No matter how much I get

I'm always craving you

Craving you

Craving You by Thomas Rhett

Oliver froze in place, putting a hand out to stop the girl beside him. Seconds later a low growl protruded from the bushes ahead of them. His senses on high alert as he heard two others growl on either side of them. Who was he with? His best friend, (y/c), who happened to be a human unsuspecting of the true dangers that her best friend really was. He almost instinctively moved,, pulling (y/c) behind him and muttering, "Listen to my every word, understood?" Who was he? Her best friend, a Werewolf Alpha. He had only just inherited the pack as they had just graduated High School. He was eighteen, which made him able to take over the pack and he did. Another pack? He thought, fear creeping up as he sent out a demand to his Betas and Deltas to rally the pack and come find him. All he could smell was her, she was so distracting at that moment. He shook his head in an attempt to shake himself from her distraction.

His pack was a smaller pack of about Thirty members in total in this large town. And he took a step back, gently pushing (y/c) back away from the growling bushes but as he did he watched three large wolves emerge. A Fourth noise from the pair caused Oliver to snap out, "Duck!" He forced her downwards as a large black wolf launched over them. He pulled her to her feet and said, "We need to go. Now." His voice held authority. His eyes scanned the four wolves, and once again moved to keep (y/c) behind him so the four wolves stood in front of him. The wolves were larger than average, and all four had their teeth bared, growling challengingly at him.

Oliver took in the four wolves: a large white one with blue eyes, a light brown almost red looking wolf with striking amber eyes, the black wolf with icey blue eyes, and the final was a brown wolf with emerald green eyes. He watched as the White wolf moved ahead of the other three, and he assumed that was alpha from the size of the wolf as it was slightly larger than the other three even though all four were larger than the average non-werewolf wolf. The white let off a barking sort of snarl before moving to circle Oliver. "Eyes on the white one. He is Alpha." Oliver spoke to (y/c), "He will be the one to initiate the attack." The tall young man kept his eyes on the white wolf as his senses picked up more wolves... and they were not from his pack. He knew what this was. It was a territory fight. Take out the Alpha and the pack has no choice but to follow the one who defeated the Alpha... unless the Alpha has a mate still alive, but Oliver didn't have one. He felt a low warning growl escape him as the wolf circled again.

"Back off." Oliver growled out towards the wolf, and the wolf snorted a response before lunging. In a flash Oliver's bones snapped, his growl turning more similar to the wolves', and his body contorting and shifting, barely finishing his transformation before the white wolf was tackling him away. It took less than seconds. A yelp escaped the large black wolf as the white wolf's teeth sunk into him.

Oliver struggled but managed to kick the white wolf off, moving back to (y/c)'s side so his pelt brushed against her leg as his ears went flat against his head, teeth, bared, and an angry growl of a snarl escaping his form. He moved sharply and suddenly towards the brown wolf, but was interjected by the white, tackled away from (y/c). He couldn't help the strangled yelp as the white wolf's teeth sunk into his neck despite the thick neck fur. Oliver forced the larger, and clearly older white wolf off of him, before hearing a scream. Her scream. He moved quickly as the reddish brown wolf had his best friend pinned, Oliver felt a force knock him from his paws and he rolled pushing the other up off him it was the black wolf. He shot quickly to his paws and bolted for the reddish brown wolf as another scream wrenched from (y/c)'s throat. He tackled the reddish brown wolf off, and quickly moved back so he stood protectively over his friend. The four wolves now circled him as he stood protectively over her. Where are you guys!? He growled through the Pack Link.

"on our way, Alpha! We are moving as quickly as possible." He heard his Beta's response and then a howl in the distance. They were still too far. Oliver couldn't help the fear rising in him. He couldn't protect both himself and (y/c). He glanced down at (y/c), his grey-green eyes watching her and his wolf repeated one word in his head: mate. Over and over. His angry looked had softened in the minute he had spent watching her, having almost forgotten the imminent danger they in. He let off a surprised cry of pain as he felt a wolf land on his back, teeth sinking into his scruff. He felt someone crash into his side and he toppled over. He had never fought against two wolves before and he could tell he was in trouble. He let off a scream of a yelp as teeth sunk into his front left leg as the teeth in his scruff loosened before clamping down once more. He felt himself being dragged struggling against the hold on his scruff he finally rolled, forcing the teeth to let go.

His eyes searched for (y/c), locking onto her as she darted off through the undergrowth the white wolf following after her. He bolted as fast as he could, forcing himself to use his injured leg despite the searing pain just from using it. He looped around, falling in beside her, brushing his side against her as he ran alongside her as she stumbled over the overgrown path he lurched and forced himself not to whimper as her hand grabbed his scruff for support. His paws pounding against the ground and then he smelt them. His pack, He heard howls of battle from another pack and his own. He cried out as the white wolf landed on his back, his legs collapsing from under him. Oliver felt teeth sinking into his shoulder, his own teeth sunk into the white wolf's neck. He let off a whimper as the teeth shifted to his neck. Then the wolf was gone taking a chunk of skin and fur with him. Oliver let off a whimper as he struggled to his feet and felt support on either side of him. His pack. He paws felt heavy now but his grey-green eyes looked for where his friend disappeared to. Spotting her he said, "Stick close." To his pack member as he hobbled towards her, his large head hung slightly before he lifted his head, ears back now as he watched her, before he felt himself shifting back to his human form, his legs giving out on him from exhaustion.

OOC: So this is about two friends one a werewolf the other a human. the human is the werewolf's soulmate, and so he has an incredible urge to protect her. He does not explain the fact that she is his soulmate, even though he can't help now to be around her, a simple touch or anything relaxes him and leaves him craving her. Any suggestions is awesome. But the other pack will be back to cause problems. If you want to play a pack member (from Oliver's or the opposing pack) as a another character to have two plots going you are welcome to do so just let me know and I will make another character to go along with your second character.

To join just post a simple picture and name (their age is eighteen and they recently graduated high school) and then just post a response to this. Try for a 3 paragraph minimum, this is just super long for a first post for me and I normally can type 3-4 paragraph average.

tracking :)

awesome!! Thanks for joining me!

ooc perfect!

Ic

Oliver remained still, muttering, "Jesus that hurt." As Bev looked over his wounds and helped him ease onto ground so he was a little kore comfortable where he sat compared to just on his knees. His eyes watched her as he nodded, "I'm alright, Bev." He gave a shaky smile, "Just have to give my body time to heal a little before I move." His wounds were still bleeding but no where near as bad as when he was in his wolf form. In fact he kind of thanked whatever it was that kept him alive. His wolf had taken the brunt of the wounds, leaving no where near as deep marks on his human skin than on his wolf. He remained still as she put her hands on either side of his face.

The touch alone was enough to relax him visibly and his greygreen eyes locked with her's as she asked: 'What the hell was that, Oliver?' Her hands were shaking and he hesitated. Figuring he was horrible at lying to her, which he now understood why she was so good at detecting his lies... Soulmates can't lie to each other. Which in turn meant it was just better for him to tell her the truth, "Well, I think you figured out what I am.... so I guess I'll explain what those wolves and the attack were about. They were from a rival pack. The white wolf was an Alpha. I'm not sure who his mate was or where she is if he does have one but she wasn't one of the four there. They attacked because it was over territory and potential gain in numbers. Take out the alphas of a rival pack and you control their pack and territory, or your alpha controls their pack." He paused, picking his next words carefully, as he watched her. He took in her features, and could smell blood, but it didn't seem to come from her. "They didn't hurt you right?" Nervousness was in his voice. While he knew it was extremely rare for a human to be turned, and it was illegal within the Werewolf society... unless the one turned was another's mate. That was the only exception. However, even then it was extremely rare as no werewolf would willingly change the one they love with the knowledge that the first couple of transformations is excruciating until the person is able to control the wolf. He didn't see any bite marks on her and hadn't seen her get bitten so he relaxed slightly. But he couldn't help the slight fear.

"Considering I know I shouldn't move until the bleeding has stopped, you seem to have free range of whatever you want answered." He heard a familiar howl from his Beta and then the rest of hus pack joined in. He couldn't help the grin before explained, "Sounds like my pack won the battle." He moved now so he laid on his back on the forest floor, pulling one arm so it went behind his head as he explained, "It should stop bleeding soon...." he hoped it would anyway. He figured his arm and shoulder would heal and stop bleeding pretty quickly. But his neck, well that was another story. He knew it was bleeding, but he wasn't sure if he would actually need stitches to help it heal quicker. His eyes moved from the starry sky to Beverly and Oliver took a deep breath.

In short, Ollie wanted nothing more than to simply have not had the encounter. But he didn't bring that up. As he watched her, his brain was all scrambled and he wanted to make sense of it all. Her scent was beyond intoxicating at the moment and he couldn't force his eyes to leave her eyes. A single touch like the one on his face earlier had him craving more. What kind of more? Anything. Just her being close and being near him was enough to relax the wolf but drive him to insanity at the same time. He had feltsomething lime this for sometime, but nothing this strong. But his wolf was telling him she was his other half. How could that be if they had known each other for years? His head was swimming as he tried to find answers to his own questions before snapping back to rwality to answer her questions.

okay! That's fine, I get stuck on my phone all time so i completely understand how long it takes to reply.

Quick question BxG or BxB, up to you because i cam do either, also do you want my charrie to be an experiment or suspectable to going with the Institution and ending up as an experiment/scientist

Iris leaned against a wall, panting as she caught her breath. Unsure where to go or what to do next. She managed to get out of the Institution, but as to where she was going she really didn't know. She figured she out ran her hunters for now, and slipped down the wall to sit against it allowing herself to try to relax enough to catch her breath. Her long hair was braided down her back as she stayed still. Footsteps. She could hear multiple footsteps before she bolted yet again, no where near as fast as she had been when she escaped but still faster than the average human. She ran, darting through the traffic at the one intersection and slipping into what looked like a not-so-nice neighborhood. Iris paused once more, her heart pounding and she felt physically exhausted already.

The sprinter had never run more than 400 to 500 meters at top speed for this long, and she wasn't sure which way to go. She wore old, raggedy clothing which consisted of an old white shirt and old grey shorts. Her feet were bare as she had bolted during her transfer from the experimental testing part towards her cell, which meant no shoes for the sprinter. She could feel her heart beating, and her head felt light as she sunk into the dark alley way against what she could only assume was large trash can from the smell of it. Her golden colored eyes watching the entrance to the alley as she shifted slightly behind the boxes that blocked her from direct view. She could feel the anger of the four men she had been running from as they moved closer and entered the alleyway. She shrunk back, trying to get her breathing under control and regain what she could of her strength.

Name: Wayne Philip Johnston

Nickname (given by Muse A): Old Man (To Tick him Off), Pretty Boy, DumDum (any others you can think of)

Age: 25

Job: Detective at 6-4 precinct

normal / "speaking" / thinking

Wayne was in the middle of writing out his latest report, a typical strawberry DumDum Lolipop stick hanging out of his mouth as he scribbled down all the details of his latest assignment. He pulled the lollipop from his mouth as he took a sip of his cup of water before the lollipop went back into his mouth, completely oblivious to what was around him. He had a coffee mug filled with all flavors of DumDums so it looked like the Mug was a vase for the lollipops. As he signed his name on the bottom of the report his mug of DumDums toppled over, as a file was tossed on his desk.

"Good morning to you too." He muttered as he looked up at the woman before him. Again with the assignment? He had worked most of his recent cases with her, and honestly couldn't stand her. She irritated him beyond belief and that was probably why she was also attractive to him. He smirked as he picked up the file, putting his feet up on the desk, "Not so fast, Deary, I need to know what we are doing." He opened the file, and only half glanced up at her, knowing the irritated look she would be giving him before he looked back at the file and started to read through it exceptionally slow, just to irritate her further. He was a fast reader, but to make it irritating for Katrina Williams he played it off that he was slow reader.

He played with the lollipop he was working on currently as he 'read' through the file before closing the file after an agonizing five minutes and said, "Okay, now we can go. Lead the way, Kitty." He said her nickname under his breath and close enough to her that only she could hear as he was now standing grabbing a three lollipops. He wore a deep purple shirt, and a purple matching tie along with black business suit pants. He grabbed his black jacket and tucked the lollipops into his pocket before looking at her, "What? It's a better habit than smoking." He had been a smoker for several years and replaced that habit with the lollipops and the gym, which for him worked.

Oliver nodded, accepting that she was alright and even let off a breathy laugh at her comment of compared to him she was perfect. "You're welcome." He said, watching as she moved closer and he closed his eyes as her fingers ran through his black hair. 'How long have you been... been able to change like that?' she asked and he thought for a few long moments trying to remember the first time he was able to change. He shrugged and said, "Not sure, I kind of always been able to change." He fell quiet for a moment before adding, "It kind of just came naturally.... from my understanding when you are born to both parents being werewolves you typically show signs as early as six months like an ear here or fangs there. I think by two you can fully change, but I know my parents have stories of me getting stuck as you really only master it after several years." He fell quiet now. His eyes closed as he felt her fingers absentmindedly running through his hair.

"Alright, we should get going." Oliver moved slowly, and she even pulled him up, much to his arguing that he could do it himself. He was grateful for the fact that she ignored his comments of how he was fine as his feet barely were lifting over the roots. The fact she helped him, his arm over her shoulders as they moved slowly, proved to him that he wasn't fine. Upon making it to the car he insisted on doing it himself, and he wasn't sure how he managed it but he managed to get into the car without help. He sat in the passenger seat, relaxing into it and looking over at her as she sat in the driver's seat and watched the tears fall. 'I was so afraid. I was so afraid for you.' Her voice was cracking between sobs. He moved stiffly so he cupped her face in his, "Hey, no need to fear for me, alright?" He pressed his forehead lightly against her's as he tried to get her to relax.

When her crying wasn't calming he gently pulled her into a hug, a hand coming up behind her head to rest there as the other went around her back. She cried there for a few minutes before pulling away and turning the car on. He sat quietly for a few minutes before saying, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what happened. I'm sorry for scaring you." He hesitated now before saying, "I'll understand if you don't feel like being around me anymore." His eyes were staring out the passenger window, not really sure if he should look at Beverly or not. He knew if it came to it and she did say she didn't want to be around him he would be heartbroken. As he watched the trees and house pass by and then looks over at her.

"I was afraid they were going to hurt you." He admitted as he watched her drive now. He was terrified that something was going to happen to her. He took a deep breath and forced himself to relax. His wolf was impatient with him and he couldn't figure out why. He was around her, he should be relaxed, at ease. Yet he wanted more, and he didn't want to do anything to her that she didn't want. He closed his eyes now and his wolf was growing more impatient and restless with him.

Track! Figuring out a little form now. :)

If I need to change anything let me know :)

Name: Eleanor Lillian Greene

Nickname(s): Ellie, El

Age: 16-18 (not sure how old she should be)

Species: Were-Tiger (Because tigers are awesome)

Human form:

Tiger Form:

Sorry! Forgot that part!

Eleanor is super outgoing, always out and about making friends, hanging with people and going to parties. She is a flirt to pretty much everyone, girl or guy. Eleanor has a bad habit of tending to let her animal side take control every now, which means she is very set in her ways and things that she believes as 'her territory' she tends to get extremely feisty over. She is one who tends to fight over flee when it comes to confrontations.

Need me to change anything? :)

normal / "speaking" / thinking

"If you noticed, no one noticed except you." He spoke low about her comment to him calling her the nickname. Before following her out of the precinct and rolling his eyes. He was where he wanted to be in his Job. He had wanted to be a Detective like his father, and while his father had been Homicide and eventually US Marshall he planned to follow in the footsteps of his father. He was already closer than he had been three years prior. He trailed behind her and flopped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind him.

"Where to, Williams?" He growled out the proper name he knew he should call her as he put his lollipop back in his mouth happily as he looked out the window. He turned so he watched her reading through the file and impatiently as he mimicked her own words and voice, "I know you like to take your sweet time with everything, but we're going now. I want to get this over with." He smirked when she looked at him before snatching the file from her. "Just drive, Katrina." He looked at the file and said, "I think we should scope out near central park first. That seems to pop up a lot in the file."

He knew she would disagree, they always disagreed with everything. Well, not everything as he knew one thing she tended to agree to but it was most times once in a blue moon for that. Anything else they tended to argue with, and man did he love riling her up. He always got a reaction, just as he wanted. Because seriously, what fun would it be if you didn't get a reaction? He watched her for a moment before opening the file as he flipped through it. There wasn't a whole lot to work with from what he could see, but there was enough with places last seen and various speculations that he figured it would be easier to start with a spot that comes up often enough: Central Park. But then again he could be completely wrong, but that didn't mean anything he would admit that he was wrong to Katrina. Anyone else he would possibly admit he was wrong, but with her.... no. If he admitted to being wrong at any point in time he would never hear the end of it.

"So, since we have another stake out to do, and no one else is around to listen in. I think we should have dinner, maybe tonight? We can order food and have it dropped of at either my place or yours." He smirked, "Strictly to work on the case, you know?" He had to bring it up, he always had to, she always got mad, flustered, or even just deadly quiet whenever he brought up this topic but he also knew she couldn't stay away from him either which only added to his eggo and why he was the way he was around her.

Sorry! Wasn't sure if I should have waited for Moonraven.... Here is my response:

Maeve - Mare

Maeve stilled, upon Corr's request, despite wanting to bite the man for getting so close to her. She was terrified, and tried to not move as she took Corr's words to heart. She moved and she could hurt herself. Her heart was pounding out of control and she wanted to flee. The man's hand rubbed circles on her chest and shoulder and despite her wanting to bolt out she found herself relaxing. Not much but enough to make it noticeable that the muscles in her neck loosened.

Her ears flicked back towards the water that was calling her, and she half wanted to just bite the hand helping her and run back to the safety of the sea but the other half kept her still. She remained still and once the rope was cut loose she moved quickly to get to her feet but was careful to not hit the man who helped her, giving her pelt a shake as she did causing sand to fly and off her. She stood facing Corr now, ears pricked forward before flicking back to the water. She wasn't sure which she wanted to do follow after him as he had her rider. But the sea! the sweet melody coming from the water not far from her was so close and ringing happily in her ears. She was torn and felt herself wanting to be drawn towards the sea.

What do you do to stay on the land? She asked curiously, trying to forget the pull to the sea. She heard the riders drawing near once more, and her ears went flat again. She really didn't particularly want to have the ropes on her again, and yet she remained still, keeping just out of reach of the man, but close enough she could still swing and bite if she so felt to do so. She was closer to Corr. Her tail flicked slightly as she remained still.

OOC sorry! Work has been horrible so I am finally leaving that place!

Ic

Eleanor shrugged sheepishly as he suggested that she saved him. It was kind of her job, so she hadn't thought much of it. "More or less he was a serial killer, terrorist, or any other form of mass murderer you wish to call them." At his comment that he hoped he would be a good charge she quickly said, "It doesn't reflect the Charge, my job is to keep you safe until when your life force is suppose to go out. Keep you alive, and in a perfect world I would be able to keep you being a nice and kind person. But Humans are easily corrupted which is why everyone has a Guardian Angel to protect them from Demons."

At his question of if there is a heaven she hesitated. That was something she really wasn't supposed to say. She wasn't supposed to say if his mother was happy or not. And she watched him carefully. After several long minutes she spoke cautiously, "I'm not supposed to answer that." She hesitated before sighing, "But yes. Heaven Exists and your mother is up there. She's been watching you and even has had -" Eleanor cuts herself off as she says, "Too much, El, too much."

She knew telling him that his mother had her leave him a few things and then, like randomly finding a picture of the two of them in an old suitcase a few months ago or the ring that he wore around his neck under the couch where it had 'fallen' from his father's pocket after his mom died. Eleanor had left those because his mother had asked her to, and she did without question. She took a breath as she watched him, knowing she probably couldn't really get away with telling him everything, but she kind of was right now.

He smirked at her comment, but remained quiet through the ride. "Why not talk about it, we don't have anything better to talk about right now." He couldn't help the smug grin that was on his face as she didn't want to have that conversation with him. Seriously, confined to a car with her for god only knows how long? Yes.... this was going to be fun. He fell silent as they sat at the light for what felt like hours in a car that the tension was so thick between them you could cut it with a knife. His face had since fallen back to his regular un-smug features as he chewed on the lollipop stick.

When she grumbled out, 'My place. You're paying.' He raised an eyebrow at her before saying, "Well, I don't know, Kitty.... my plans could have changed." He said, acting like a teenager who was playing hard to get. "But I think I could fit that into my schedule." He fell quiet as he went back to chewing the lollipop stick his attention was drawn out the window as the light seemed to finally change to green. He didn't make any other comments, and let the car remain in silence as she drove them ever so slowly to Central Park.

Once they were parked in the general area that the activity has been in he reclined his chair slightly and crossed his arms. "So, what's for dinner, Williams? Chinese, Thai, Italian, Pizza, Mexican, or Mediterranean?" Then he sat up and put his hand out, acting like he just saw something before looking at her and saying, "Wait!! Since I am buying dinner are you buying lunch?" At her look he couldn't help the laugh that erupted from him as he settled back into his chair. He starting rummaging through the glovebox, once done with that he picked through the console. He wanted to know what they did have in this car other than themselves, badges, and issued handguns on their hips. Finding nothing worthwile he sat back and watched the park and the small area where cars could park around them.

He watched a car pull out and another park almost immediately in it's spot, he watched a mother and small daughter walk pass not thinking twice about the two cops sitting in the car they just passed. Wayne wasn't particularly sure why it came to mind, but he thought it would be nice to have a family one day. He shook his head to clear the thought before thinking out loud in low mutter, "You're still Cold and Prickly, why? No one else is here. Seriously, just lighten up." He used the cold and prickly term for how she typically was and he did occasionally see that she wasn't always so cold and distant but he also found it fun to irritate her all the time so he knew that was part of the reason. He unwrapped another lollipop and popped it into his mouth, the white stick hanging out of his mouth as he sat there watching her before laughing at her for no reason. For him it was just fun to irritate her.

Diata moved quietly through the underbrush, her stomach growling from hunger. While she knew how to hunt, she was still not the best as she hadn't fully finished her training nor did she find it easy hunting alone. The lioness stalked through the tall grass until she spotted the carcass. She watched the two males as they were eating and while she wanted to go over and see if she could eat, she hung back. Her face barely visible among the tall grass. She was crouched low to stay hidden and tried to not make a noise as she moved to see if she could get a little closer and froze when her paw caused a small rock to tumble and make noise. Her golden eyes watched the males, hoping they wouldn't see her and she could just pick at whatever they left behind.

All major WIPS

Oliver had relaxed when she said the werewolves and vampires weren't gonna change anything between between, but he wasn't so sure. At her mention of Vampires, or more question about if they were real he gave her a look of, 'Really?' He didn't even have time to respond before she started laughing. He listened to her talk, watching her ramble about how he was different, 'but not in a bad way.' she had said to reassure him. Oliver felt her thumb rubbing gentle circles into his hand and he gave a small smile and soft content sigh. When she parked by his house as close as she could to the front door he had insisted he was fine. But she clearly wasn't buying that as he sat on his bed and she was telling him to take his shirt off so she could clean up his wounds. "It will heal on it's own." He insisted, trying to get out of the fact of having her touch his wounds.

'This is most definitely going to hurt like a b*tch.' She had said and he replied with, "Peroxide doesn't sting, that is-" He didn't finish his sentence as she pressed the gauze into a wound and a low growl, or maybe it was a groan, escaped him. It felt like hours with her pressing gauze and peroxide into his wounds and each one caused a groan or a growl to escape him. When she finaly finished she told him arm's up. "I can dress myself." He grumbled out but as she clearly wasn't letting him he grudgingly complied and lifted his arms up so she could pull a cotton shirt over his head and arms. He leaned back on the bed, his eyes closed now as she spoke. "Goodnight, Bev." He felt her kiss his forehead before leaving his room. He waited until he heard the front door and then drifted off into sleep.

His mother answered the door, having been banged up the night before her arms held small bruises but nothing major as her's were mostly on her back. "He's still sleeping but you can go on back there." She smiled, letting Beverly through and smiled before returning to the kitchen to start her day.

Oliver was standing at his dresser, his back to the door when he heard it push open. His deep wounds were scratches and his body was covered in only bruises. He turned to greet her as he pulled his blue t-shirt over his head. "Good morning to you too." He laughed before shrugging, "Perks of being a werewolf, I guess." He flashed her a toothy grin as he looked for his sneakers in his closet. "Sleep well?" He asked as he finally found the sneakers he wanted. He was grateful his mother had brought back the sneakers from the forest the night before as he really didn't want to spend another seventy dollars on a good pair of shoes.

"You asked about Vampires last night. Did you really want to know about them? Or was that just a question to get me to laugh?" Oliver asked as he tied his shoes, looking up at her. He could tell there had to be other things rattling around her brain but he wasn't sure what that would be. He gave a small smile as he finished his shoes and said, "Want some breakfast? Mom's cooking." He grinned.