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Post by jane on Apr 26, 2008 13:17:43 GMT -5
Diamond started. Her eyes were now black, for her mood was dark again. Hence the cycle of moods that she got caught up in.
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Post by kakakakatie on May 2, 2008 16:26:12 GMT -5
Jessa wondered why Diamond's eyes were black..."Why are you confused?" Jessa said, rembering what black ment on mood rings
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Post by topazoronyx on May 14, 2008 22:37:13 GMT -5
Katie continued to watch everything around her, it had seemed to calm down considerably. Still she stalked off into the woods, at the moment particularly absorbed in the vampire scent. He sensitive hearing picked up a small noise and she went off to see what it was.
((Sorry guys, I just got a new computer and it wasn't working right so we tried to have it fixed, but then we just returned it for a new one. It took forever to get this one up and running too...))
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Post by lovelybruiseclouds on Jun 28, 2008 1:16:04 GMT -5
Name: Juliet Personality: Low self-confidence, made up for by calm, reasonable reactions and observant, blatant humour. Wolf Form: Mangy, ocher, downy cascades of coyote-like fur. Not very agile or graceful. People Form: Average height, average build, unsatisfactory tawny blond hair, just like fur in wolf form. Pale skin, barely Quileute at all. They're really scraping the bottom of the barrel for wolf recruits now, eh? *Oh, and raised in Canada*
Juliet sat on the plane with her head in her hands. The gratingly cheerful voice told her that we were beginning the descent. That would explain the splitting pain as pressure vied for an escape from her ear canals. But not the way her stomach was flopping about, or the way her entire body heaved with sob-like convulsions. She was burning up, and it felt as though she couldn't take in enough air (yes, the air this high was thin, but it was supposed to be breathing-worthy) and she panicked when the plastic portion of the seat she sat on seemed to be...MELTING?!
The next fifteen minutes were hell, but then she was off of the plane. She was in Forks. After dying to get here for the years since her last visit, she should be ecstatic. But all she could think about was whether he should go to meet her cousin Clarisse in front of the airport as they'd planned (and try to make it all the way to La Push in the car without throwing up or just DYING), or try to call an ambulance. What was wrong with her? She couldn't think straight at all, forgetting about her luggage altogether as she clutched her little shoulder-bag and lurched towards the nearest exit. it was an emergency exit, actually, and an alarm sounded as she pushed through it. But she was beyond hearing the ring that meant she was in trouble. It was dark out here, and raining, of course. nobody was around, or at least, she could see nobody through the haze. And then people were talking in her head. And Whoa, she was a wolf. A big wolf. And then she was running
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Post by Zoey Redbird on Jul 17, 2008 22:06:16 GMT -5
(Sorry to be entering again after so many posts)
Zoey kept on running. She stopped and smelled the scent of other werewolf's. She followed the very scent carefully. She transformed from her werewolf form. Her long blonde hair covering her deep ocean blue eyes. She smiled at the others putting the memorie of the vampire that killed her parents in the back of her brain this was not a time to have that to deal with.
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Post by Luxandria on Dec 31, 2008 19:36:42 GMT -5
Name: Ghost Age: 16 Personality: Awkward and timid, though insightful and clever. Usually quiet, especially around people she doesn't know Wolf Form: Long white fur that sticks out, much like it would if you were electrocuted. Pale blank eyes, sharp claws Human Form: Milky white complexion, white thigh-length hair, pale blue eyes, average height, slender build, of Japanese descent (just without the accent) -- virtually everything a Quileute is not
Ghost made a loud rustling noise as she trotted through the trees in her wolf form. She wasn't used to moving around on all four legs, but she was beginning to remember how her new limbs functioned.
This foot after that foot, that one after this. She had to think before she moved. But even her own instructions failed her. The paw of her hind leg collided with the back of her front, and she hit the ground with a strange grunting noise that Ghost wasn't familiar with.
She got back up on all fours, falling back down a few times because her legs were trembling. Stupid clumsiness, she thought to herself.
Finally, her limbs were beginning to cooperate with her mind, and she began to pick up pace. Only moments later, her new body was fleeting past the trees so quickly, she couldn't rely on her eyes to dodge around the hard trunks. All she could see was a blur of green and brown colours flying past her in the other direction. "Woo-hoo!" she would have cried, if she were even able to talk.
She dodged tree after tree, barely moving around them in time. But her concentration was distracted when she absorbed a new scent through her super sensitive nose, and she skidded to a stop. Her outstretched leg collided with a stick, that somehow sent her flying through the thick shrubbery and out into the open.
Again, she made the strange grunting noise as she hit the ground. She pulled herself up on all fours, shook her head, and stared wide-eyed at the much-larger-than-her werewolves encircled around smaller frame. Oh, crud.
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