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[ilikekids]

Fenrir Greyback enters the community in only a loose shirt and pants, bare feet padding silently on the ground. He smiles as the last rays of sunlight filter behind the trees

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[its_not_biscuts]

Typist: Violence on Teatime may ensue. This includes, but is not limited to: mauling, mutilating, folding, biting, scratching, hanging, drawing, quartering, disembowlment, death, or Biting To Make A Werewolf. In fact, I'd like that last one there.

*eyes Fenrir, grinning, as if finding a challenge here for the first time*

My, my, my, what have we here? I haven't seen a werewolf for ages.

*idles a bit closer, no knives visible, but we all know Teatime*

[ilikekids]

The werewolf's ears prick up when he hears a voice, and he turns slowly, eying Teatime to see how much of a threat he is. He snarls, almost like a wolfish grin, and leaps immediately, going for the throat.

[its_not_biscuts]

Though he is fully aware of the threat heading at him, Teatime underestimates Fenrir's abilities, as he has never fought a werewolf. He pulls out a knife made of plain metal, not silver at all except in color, and slides under the airborne body of Fenrir. While doing so, he jabs the knife into the werewolf's stomach, and settles himself several feet behind Fenrir, ready for another strike.

[ilikekids]

The werewolf howls, sliding away and shaking himself as if in annoyance. In another split second, he is on Teatime again, paws that are still slightly human like clutching his chest and forcing him over, teeth snapping at open flesh.

[justpepper]

The moon makes her feel alive. She is bored, and she runs from the mansion, laughing and twirling. It is a good night.

Bite her. Keep her alive. But bite her.

[ilikekids]

The werewolf crouches low, inching towards its prey. It watches her carefully, silently slipping into her path.

[justpepper]

She doesn't notice. She has not learned caution.

[ilikekids]

Within seconds he has closed the gap between them, teeth sinking into the soft flesh of the girl's shoulder and yanking her off her feet.

[treecateyes]

*has a lot on his mind, so decides to take a stroll though the grounds to clear his head* *he's carrying his pulser as usual, though not at all expecting an attack*

Mun: I don't want him to become a werewolf (well, I -do-, but that would break too many people....>_>;), and I don't want him dead. Otherwise, have at. ;D

[ilikekids]

The werewolf does not wait with this victim. He is out of the shadows and racing towards Andrew across the grounds in a heartbeat.

[treecateyes]

Andreas hears the heavy pounding of the wolf's feet, but it is dark and he can't see nearly as well as his attacker; he uses up too many precious seconds trying to locate the source of the sound. He goes for his pulser, but confusion slows him down and his gun is barely clear of the holster when the wolf reaches him.

[ilikekids]

The werewolf tackles him to the ground, nearly rolling off with the force he hits. His clawed paws dig into Andreas's flesh, slamming the man deeper into the dirt.

[wishfor_goblins]

Sarah loves clear nights like these. She walks with her face up, staring at the stars.

Typist: Anything short of death is fine.

[ilikekids]

Angry now and mad from adrenaline, the werewolf pounces Sarah from behind, slamming her into the dirt with a howl of triumph.

[wishfor_goblins]

Sarah shrieks and begins to struggle. She flails wildly, hitting and kicking at random.

[ilikekids]

Typist: Want her to be bitten?

The werewolf gets off of her, moving away a bit, as if wanting her to get up and run so he has a good chase.

[blood_brother_]

Sanguini watches this all from the safety of a tree nearby. His smile is proud as he watches the carnage. He is not worried. He is no human and therefor not at risk from there werewolf's bite.

Typist: He's just watching. XD

[mad_leprechaun]

*stumbles along carrying a bottle in a brown paper bag and ends up standing next to Sanguini*

Shit, man. I knew that werewolf was one sick fuck.

Care for a drink? *eyes Sanguini* No, I don't guess you do... *takes a long drink then wipes his mouth with his dirty sleeve* That's just fucken wrong. *gestures towards the mauling and rampaging and frowns* For fuck's sake, someone should help them. *stays put*

Typist: Just here to help with commentary, yo.

[blood_brother_]

*blinks down at him* *grins* You don't seem too inclined to go stop it yourself. And I think it's kind of indearing. *smiles at a rampaging Fenrir*

[mad_leprechaun]

What would you have me do? Puke on his feet while he chews my face off? I know my way around a brawl, but this is a fucken massacre.

*stares in contemplative silence then ruins the moment by belching*

You know, you just might be as twisted as that sad bastard. *doesn't seem too concerned by this*