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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 7:04:17 GMT -5
Brooke shakily lowered herself to the ground, covering her face with her tail. She let out a whimper, feeling her bond with Bethany being torn away. All she wanted to do was talk to her, tell her one sentence. But no matter how hard she focused, her dragon form stayed.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 7:09:53 GMT -5
Bethany ran towards her house- A tiny cottag that wasn't far. She got inside, locked the door, and fell onto the couch. The inside was dark, and it was impossible to know that someone was in there by just looking through the window.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 7:15:51 GMT -5
Brooke lifted her head slightly, just in time to see Bethany race off. She covered her face with her wings, thankfully for the cover that it provided. I tear slipped from her eye, rolling down her cheek. I didn't ask for this!
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 7:24:16 GMT -5
Bethany wrapped her hair around her face, weeping silently. The only one. That's what she was. She wanted to rip the necklace off of her neck in anger, but didn't. She instead slowly took it off, and got up. She lit the fireplace, throwing it in. It sparkled once, before being engulfed in flames. The girl watched the necklace burn before her ow eyes. The thing she had treasured so much. The thing she had thought represented her and Brooke's friendship. Gone.
(Maybe the necklace doesn't actually burn? Some sort of magical thing could happen with that...)
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 7:29:20 GMT -5
Brooke let more tears well out of her eyes, as there was no reason to conceal her grief. The sun was setting, and that's when creatures of the night awakened. But she stayed glued to the ground, not caring if she was attacked.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 7:33:22 GMT -5
(Shall it be a full moon?)
Bethany balled her hands into fists, and began punching the walls of her cottage. She was angry and upset, and the only thing she wanted to do was get revenge. But there was no reason to get revenge, was there? Brooke had lied to her. For years. The lie had gone on for years.
(I'm on my phone, so I don't have the option for italics. I'm trying to work without them.)
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 7:42:24 GMT -5
( Sure )
Brooke heard a faint howl in the distance, but she ignored the wave of panic that went through her. She brought her wing off her face, resting it at her side. I should get to safety... Maybe the caves would be good? There is quite a few empty ones.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 7:48:57 GMT -5
Isabella watched as the full moon rose, and felt the normal surge of pain she always felt. Her skin turned into hair, her teeth became much bigger and sharper, and she grew to a size in which made her clothing rip. Her mind was overtaken by thoughts that weren't hers, and she let out a howl.
In a high tower, another woman began transforming. Everything that had happened to Isabella happened to her, and she became a figure that she was not- Unrecognizable, even to the hawk's eyes.
Bethany heard the howling, and she knew that the innocent and kind people were becoming monsters- Creatures whom didn't care for what they did.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 7:55:06 GMT -5
Brooke's scales shone in the moonlight, the light reflecting off. She rose to get feet, dragging her wings on the ground as she shuffled along. I will never get there at this pace. Should I try to fly? Brooke gazed at one of her limp wings, rising it slightly. She flapped both wings at the same time, making her lose her balance. How do I take off?
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 8:01:48 GMT -5
Isabella left the castle, letting out another howl. She sniffed the air, scenting a nearby shape shifter. She could tell it was in its dragon form, for it had both the stench of dragon and a small bit of human. She began going towards the scent, another werewolf coming up to join her.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 8:05:28 GMT -5
Brooke's blood went cold when she heard a howl, this time louder than the first. She frantically flapped her wings, but she could not bring herself from the ground. Leaves scattered around her, which would give away her trail, along with the torn grass.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 8:10:22 GMT -5
The two wolves got closer, grinning with their toothy smiles. They began going faster, hunger and other horrible things overtaking them, not being able to be themselves.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 8:18:54 GMT -5
Brooke heard the heavy footsteps of the creatures approaching her, letting out a terrified squeak. She whipped around, trying to run toward the village, she hoped that the villagers would protect her. But it didn't come upon her, that the villages wouldn't help her, as all they would see is a unknown dragon.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 8:52:46 GMT -5
Once the dragon was on eye sight, Isabella sprang forward,, hurling herself at the creature.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 8:55:54 GMT -5
Brooke roared, attempting to knock the creature off her feet with her wing. Her eyes were white with fear, and her heart skipped beats. She lets out a screech, trying to catch the villagers attention.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 9:00:00 GMT -5
The other werewolf threw herself onto the girl, wanting to help Isabella.
Isabella bit into the shape shifters scales, her fangs barely breaking the surface. But, she was able to get out a small trickle of blood, her vampire senses suddenly kicking in. She was torn. Half of her wanted to stop and drink the blood, yet the other half screamed to finish the dragon off.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 9:04:47 GMT -5
Brooke screeched in pain, twisting her body around. She tried to run off, but the werewolf's grip in her flesh was to tight. Her eyes filled with tears as she whimpered in pain, seeing her death nearing.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 9:35:54 GMT -5
Isabella let go of the dragon, her vampire instincts too much to handle. She lowered herself to the ground, licking up the small bit of blood that was there.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 9:42:45 GMT -5
When her grip loosened, she tore herself away. She blindly bounded away, screeching. She took a sharp turn into a row of houses, weaving through the homes. She had two advantages, she knew the village better than them, and she could fly. One problem, she couldn't figure out how to fly.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 14:00:19 GMT -5
The other werewolf growled at Isabella, and the two got up, following the dragon's scent trail.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 14:10:52 GMT -5
( My dad is going to the hospital again. And I'm supposed to go to a concert in a hour. Aahhh )
Brooke ran faster, hearing the werewolves following her trail. She tore through the cobblestone paths, pushing herself onward.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 14:23:42 GMT -5
A small movement distracted the wolves. A large hare was sighted by the two, and so, they went for it instead of the shape shifter.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 14:37:18 GMT -5
Upon hearing the werewolves scurry off in a separate chase, she collapsed on the ground in exhaustion. Her wings laid splayed on the ground, blood trickling out of her wound. Her breaths were short and shallow, and her body started convulsing in pain. Slowly her scales lightened, softening into skin. He horns retreaded into her skull, her hair returning. She shrunk back into her human form. As a wound as a dragon was different than as a human, she had a large bite stretching across her side, spilling blood onto her clothes.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 14:45:01 GMT -5
Bethany watched as two werewolves came her way. Thankfully, their gazes were focused on something else, not her. She stared at the fireplace- The one that contained the fire that had engulfed the ornament of jewelry that represented her and Brooke's friendship.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 14:57:29 GMT -5
Brooke forced herself to blink open her eyes, studying her surroundings for a few moments. A house loomed in front of her, all to familiar. Its Bethany's house... Brooke tried to move her limbs, but they were numb with exhaustion. She considered her options, resorting to letting out a sharp scream. She then fell silent, hoping her friend would come out to investigate.
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Post by rose on Aug 16, 2016 20:55:22 GMT -5
A scream made Bethany go still. The werewolves weren't close enough to get to her even if their attention somehow averted to her. She opened the door, quickly running out, and slipping into the shadows. The shadow of a girl about her age was a few inches away, and she realized the girl to be Brooke. She had a large wound, however, and Bethany couldn't just simply ignore it. She ran towards her friend, hauling her before her.
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Post by Lórien on Aug 16, 2016 21:08:26 GMT -5
(( I have to go in a few mintyes, so this might be my only reply.)
Brooke turned her gaze to Bethany, letting out a small groan when she dragged her body. "B-bethany..." She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut. "Help..." She whispered again, the wound her side still pouring blood onto the ground.
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Post by rose on Aug 17, 2016 2:45:05 GMT -5
"I don' know how! We need a doctor of some sort." Bethany kept her eyes locked on her home, which wasn't far, but dragging Brooke behind her made the small trip much slower.
The wolves had now hunted their hare, burying it under the rich soil. They were now going to go for another piece of prey- Two, to be exact. The shapes they saw were much larger than even the biggest hare, and they went towards them.
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Post by rose on Aug 18, 2016 12:53:39 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by Lórien on Aug 18, 2016 13:12:00 GMT -5
Brooke let out a small whimper as her body was dragged across the harsh ground, but her wound was raging with to much pain for her to fight. Her eyes welled with tears, her blood leaving a thick trail to Bethany's house.
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