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"Its a full moon. What does that mean? Werewolves? Of course not. Bring on the living dead!"
Welcome to the Dead Moon Pack
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Infierna: The alpha female felt an impact against her face. The impact shoved her head to the side. What Infierna didn't know was that the claws that had raked down her face had taken most the lip off the side of her muzzle, making her look like she was snarling. She slowly turned back, pinning her ears and snarling, for real. She jumped at the blurry figure, hoping to pin her.
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Odiar: Odiar lumbered forward, the spines sticking from his hide occasional hitting a tree. Any wolf dumb enough to go against him deserved to die. He was bigger than a bear!
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Duro: Duro stopped as one of the living made a run at his alpha. Her flexed his skinless and hairless muscles "I need to keep her safe." he thought, begining to run. His legs looked thinner without the hair and skin, but he had now gained back his agility from before the night had come. He skidded to a stop beside his alpha, flexing again. He tried to speak, but only a gutteral growl came out.
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Ventisca: The bloody white she wolf stumbled around, going in and out of consiousness. At one point, she saw what looked like and alpha go after Infierna. She blacked out bit soon came too, long enough to see one o her pack mates attempt a try at the other packs's alpha.
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Shiro: The skittish white apprintice was in a panic. He spun around, the volume of sound seeming to increase in his rotting ears. He began squealing as if he had been hurt, in a voice so high pitched no living wolf could ever make.
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