Born to be Wild: Were-Creature Rp Open!

(Not going to spoil too much of it, but you'll probably see how it goes within the next couple of replies.
Speaking of spoiling things beforehand (oops), I got Dammion's backstory finished! That's all I'm doing for tonight on him.)

A bad hangover sounds about right for Jack, lol. As for Nola, hers are pretty smooth, and she might actually be shifting in the next post or so as well, to help out Bruno. She’s got enough control to be able to shift back, even during a full moon. As for affects, her bones might just be a little extra achey, and her senses might be the tiniest bit stronger than usual.

Oh! Excited to read it Lazzy!

And poor Jack, dude might get caught by the Hunters and taken to Dammion! Depending on how it all goes!)

Same, haha! I be got some plans in store, speaking of whi(t)ch p I’ll probably get Adeline’s next post up in th next few days or so, I’m thinking after the full moon is over, if practically right after the sun starts to rise.)

Ooo, whatever you’d be down to do! I don’t know quite how busy of a night you want a Jack to have? But if you’re down for sending him Adeline’s way, I’d be down for that!)

Sounds good, Juno. I’ll start work on my Adeline post likely tomorrow! If I remember- Amd I’m very curious where this Jack is going! I’m excited to see more!

And Lazzy! Do you have specific ideas for Nola and Javalle? Im curious! And the added bit of backstory is amazing! I’m ecstatic[/i] to see what you have in store for him!)

Delvin and the main group that got attacked were holding their own well enough. He wasn't to badly hurt aside from some bite marks and a few scratches. Despite how well they were doing, he could see a few of his packmates struggle as some of them were surrounded by more than one shifter. He was about to turn to go help when Lola suddenly leaps forward and bites at his muzzle while Lincoln attempts to make him fall over.


Delvin waited until Lincoln got close before turning around and kicking him hard in the chest. This stopped Lincoln for a moment as he tried to catch his breath. "Just give up your little pack is finished!" Lola sneered as she keeps her grip on him. Delvin simply ignores her and tries to shake her off.

Ryder tilts his head before letting out a small laugh. "Right now, both alphas should be fighting each other. By the end of the night he may or may not be dead! You think me a fool little wolf? The sandy colored wolf pins his ears back and takes a few steps back.

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You good lake.)

( You’re fine Hush! It was enjoyable to read, and not small too long for me(: Mine might have some misspells, as usual. But I hope this is good! Mine might actually be a bit long as well ^^’)

Nola merely quirks an ear at his response, before continuing on. He’ll be fine for long enough, that much is clear to her. So, she’ll let his son get treatment first before possible insistence at helping both herself, and him. What good is treating his son if he’s too hurt to be there for him? At his added sentiment, her ears tilt, expression the smallest bit soft at the attempt of reassurance.“I know.” Is her simple reply before they make it to his clearing, where she can only presume from the many context clues, to be his. There’s differences in people, depending on how they were raised, or their profession. Not to mention the scent of hospital that only somewhat reeks from the silver coyote. And not the simple one, it’s the particular strong one of someone who likes cleans their hands more than twenty times a day, and not to mention the particular placement of his paws. Articulate, even if pain addled, only people who work with delicate things, or that of which needs precision have a specific gait to their walk quite like his.

Nola keeps an ear out, speaking her quiet words of caution as be trots off with a limp to retrieve his triage kit. She feels a tinge of relief at his agreement, before quirking both ears to a point, eyes on him for a small moment as he speaks once more. She readily agrees. “That is perfectly acceptable, Mr. Cross.”She replies, tone genuine, but a tinge more serious. They have time, but still, more time than necessary could be a detriment to Bruno. As he goes about his own forced shift back, her ears picking up idle sounds of discomfort, and the familiar sounds of bones snapping, and rearranging into place. His is a bit slower than those she’s used to, from her family, but she’s not too surprised. Their methods aren’t all that used, outside of smaller groups she knows of and her own family.

Twitching her whiskers out of her idle thoughts, she goes about arranging Bruno more comfortably. Just slightly nudging him, and going around on the side she’ll likely be needed. Nola gently places a paw right on his shoulder, hazel eyes flicking over his prone form. There’s not many ways she could make him more comfortable, though it certainly helps he’s not really awake. So she keeps a steady paw on him, ignoring the slowly growing sharper pain on her own shoulder.

Nola’s eyes flick up once she hears him returning, watching as he goes about pinning his hair back, prepping his hands, and gathering the supplies he’ll need. The sight of an efficient doctor, who’s confident in their skills. This is her first look at the doctor in his human form, and takes quick note of what he looks like before setting her gaze back onto Bruno as his father approaches. Nola’s ears softly tilt at the quiet lullaby coming from Cross, watching carefully as he goes about his work. She sends a slightly curious, and tinged worried glance at his pained scent, but she simply waits for his signals, and helps keep Bruno as still as she can without putting bruising pressure on him. The small hint of protectiveness in his scent is unsurprising, so Nola adjusted her paw, letting the doctor work. The main thing that truly worries her about these rouges, is their willingness to attack people of Bruno’s age, and for all she may know, some of his friends were younger.

If they’re so willing to harm, and possibly kill, teenagers, or anyone really.. well, that puts a different perspective on it. Originally she’d thought they were the somewhat rare cases of slip-control shifters. Not able to return to their human self, and too deep into their animalistic side.. but still quite too smart to be simple animals.

Nola’s thoughts center themselves when the lullaby ends, and the last stitch is tied off. She gently removes her paw, watching the father take care of his obviously beloved son. Her ears perk once he addresses her again, slightly blood speckled blanket in his hands. Nola debates for a single moment before getting to her paws, with a slight wince, ears perked as she looked up to him. She trotted over, standing in front of him, her head at full height reaching near the human shifted man’s waist. “That would.. be quite appreciated. Thank you. A blanket is better than none, especially a change of clothes.” She replies steadily, voice more light now that Bruno is taken care of. She waits for him to retrieve the clothes he’s, thankfully and politely, willing to lend her, as well as for him to simply settle the blanket onto her back. Once he’s gotten what is needed, she takes it carefully between her teeth, and similar to him, glances around, and carefully walks over to shift behind cover. Nola finds a large based tree, and a few bushes sound it to be her ideal place, slips through the leaves, ignoring the slight scrape against her skin, and blinks away any dust.

She sets the clothes down carefully, and takes just a moment to breathe in slowly, letting oxygen fill her lungs. More forced, full moon shifts are likely the most difficult. So, Nola focuses on her neck, letting each vertebrae slowly shift, and lock into place. A tail shortening, ears adjusting, and hands snapping and changing to a familiar shape. Her arms is still leaking blood, and its not slowed by any means, either her movement. She looks at it on her pale, and slightly dirt skin with a small hum. Shaking her head, feeling the ache start at the base of her neck, and spreading through her body. The ache should settle soon enough. Sighing quietly, the ballerina shifts the grabbing the narrowed clothes with a delicate hand before standing up in an easy motion. At least it’s her arm now, rather than any leg that’s injured. Stretching her neck with a small wince, Nola dresses quickly, having to adjust them some to stay more properly. It’s less than three minute later that she carefully steps out from the behind her cover, blanket folded in hand, and her long, mid back length hair hastily tucked back behind her ears.

She gives the doctor a slight smile as she approaches. “Thank you, again. For the clothes, and help for this. Will you need any help for your own injury?” Nola adds, gesturing to the gashes on her shoulder he’s offered to help, and offering the blanket back for him to return it where he prefers. Nola thinks it’s only reasonable to offer some form of help to him, after he helps her.

(And I love writing it! And even more glad it’s enjoyed(: )

(Man Lexa and Leon are going to be shocked when they hear Maria's story lol)

(I got to see the wolf in action! lol)

"Shame indeed." Ryder gives his friend a look before letting out a low growl. "However, I can't let you go so easily less you tell your precious alpha!" The wolverine lunges forward and swipes at his bottom.