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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/4sbgoj.png] ** It was safe to say that Chandler had no clue as to what he was doing here, in these dense rows of succulent rosy strawberries lining the verdant leaves of the bushes, picking them slowly and placing them gently in a basket that was safe with the grace of his experienced fingers. As an orphan he had more often than not sneaked to the farmer's market and used his crafty hands to snatch some, even if he felt horribly guilty later, and unbeknownst to him it probably was useless anyways, for he died from starvation later on, even if he still thought he was alive. He smiled as Tabitha barked, her thin tail wagging happily as she gobbled every fruit that was at her height, occasionally forcing her master to nudge her with the tip of his shoe to get her to calm down, the red staining on her chops making her look like the murderers her breed was pinned for as she went off to go chew on some large oak stick that was tossed in the corner. The boy focused back on gathering these fruits to make some smoothies when he got home, Maeve would definitely like that, and maybe even that alabaster Kishu Inu that wandered over to his house every now and then, staying for a bit and then disappearing without a trace, it sort of became a habit that the ghost got used to as well. He wouldn't question where the strange canine had been, not like she could answer him anyways, and Tabs would always be by her side barking and nipping like the pesky gnat she was. ** He heard a crack of thunder as the sky rolled from a light pallid blue to some morbid gray, his brows furrowing as he hummed in thought, guessing he had an hour or two before it would start pouring, unless he messed up on his calculations, but it wasn't like the soldier would mess up very often, he had been doing this ever since he joined the army. As he was taking a deep breath he heard someone stepping on to the soil of the strawberry fields, a frown lining his guise, knowing that not many people were here yet, seeing as how the advertisements weren't put up around the school and town just yet, he only knew due to the connections his adoptive mother had with everyone around this place. He sorely skimmed his hand over the holster that his gun was in, hidden by the hoodie he wore, looped into the belt for even more security, light blue eyes locking on his dog as her lips raised in a growl, and this was not accepted behavior from his Pit Bull, she was usually friendly when another human was in their presence, unless she sensed that perhaps they weren't all that safe. He didn't even look at the other soul, but when he saw his dog starting to rise to go after this stranger, the American rumbled out in his deep voice, “Tabitha, at ease.” ** That was when he tightened his grip around the basket as he turned around to face the stranger, keeping his free hand away from his gun despite the itching feeling to be prepared, instead putting it in his hoodie's pocket as he stated bluntly, “Hello.” He said nothing more as he inspected this being, she was quite beautiful, okay, very beautiful, though he had a feeling about her, an extremely wary one, just the look in those emerald eyes were making him take a step back. He wasn't like other men who jumped at the chance to bed a woman, no he hadn't even done it once, he liked his purity and wanted to keep it that way, it was the only thing he felt as if he had control over, yet he felt it being in danger the longer he stayed around this vixen, yet he was curious, wondering why she was in these strawberry fields. Perhaps today wouldn't be so boring after all. Amount: 675 Words. Notes: Lost muse towards the end x.x Muse: Pretty good :3 Tune: Same Love ~ Macklemore Tags: Annie with Saranna;

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[atrb=background,http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/middle1-2.png] The young woman smiled sweetly at the young man in her sights, eyeing the dog warily. She tucked a long, platinum blond lock behind her ear, turning her green apple eyes to look upon the ghost. ’Hi,’ she purred, sliding a few steps forwards. Her nostrils picked up a strong metallic smell coming from the boy. Gunpower. A gun perhaps? A coy smile curled at her full lips as she sensuously rolled her hips, spreading one clawed hand on her hip. ’I was wondering you could help me. You see, I lost my familiar a few weeks ago, she ran off, silly little thing. She likes to start fights. And a little birdy told me that they saw a dog leaving your house that looked exactly like her,’ she slid up next to the boy, shooting the dog a rotten look. A mutt, pfft, like it could touch a goddess like her. She slowly trailed two manicured claws up Chandler’s chest, each little pinprick just shy of tickling capabilities. ’So I was wondering , if you could tell me where my little Saranna is, I do miss her terribly.’ Her other hand trailed behind him, sneaking like the expert slippery little snake she was, slowly dipped under his hoodie. She licked her lips, looking up at him through long eyelash. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The albino dog wandered the woods surrounding the school grounds. Ever since she’d recovered enough to chance being seen in public in broad daylight, she’d be drawn to this school. Here she smelled countless supernaturals. Shape shifters she was familiar with. But there were grander smells, like those of the great beasts who smelled like fire even with their own personal scents of rain, earth, and wind. She smelled so many different supernaturals it made her head spin. So to satisfy her thirst for knowledge (and because she couldn’t afford to be surprised by something in the future) she spent her days away from Chandler’s here. She was currently following the smell of a shifter, tracking her if you would. She hoped by watching enough shifters shift into human form that she’d get the idea behind it. So far no good. It was frustrating; so long as she was stuck in this form, she would always be in immediate danger. Even walking about in these secluded spots like the woods was dangerous. It was because of this danger, and the fact she’d known someone had been trailing her for some time, that she’d been on extended leave from Chandler’s abode. She’d found herself being followed 6 days ago. She was pushing herself to her limits now. She hadn’t slept in over three days, not that sleep was always easy with the memories. She’d been on edge for days now, having identified him as a wolf shifter. Even more disturbing. Nixon’s pack. Saranna flicked an ear and stopped, sitting on her haunches to scratch at her chin, a ploy, purposefully letting her guard down to draw him out. There! Saranna leaped straight into the air, calling upon her inhuman strength to get the extra boost in height. She pulled her body into a back flip to land on her fore paw, teeth ready to defend herself. Her opponent crashed to the ground beneath her where she once stood. Her mind immediately began thinking of stradgies as she slowly descended to earth. Her opponent was relatively young, probably more of a scout for him to have tailed her for so long. And so poorly at that. But he was Nixon’s pack, she would show no mercy. She leaped into action, jaws aiming for his throat. He dropped his head low and allowed her grabbed his guard hairs instead. Instantly Saranna saw his plan. Instead of finding a new hold and biting deep to severe his spinal column, she let go. Using his body as a spring board, she leaped back and effectively kicked him off his feet just as his weight should have dragged her down and gotten a delicate limb caught in his mouth. She eyed him warily. Her days of constant guard were wearing her thin. She had missed something in her initial evaluation. This wolf was from Nixon’s pack; he wouldn’t be so easily defeated. She went to take a second to re-evaluated him but he was already leaping into action, not giving her a chance. Well, fuck. ”Speech” Amount: 728 Notes: blah, Belial, you nasty <smacks> not that I wouldn’t do that Channing Tatum hehehehhehehe Muse: good! Outfit: n/a Tune: Teen Wolf Tags: Callie/Chandler

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/4sbgoj.png] ** Chandler immediately tensed up when those violently attractive green eyes locked with his own pale blue irises, he felt a shudder threatening to run down his spine, but he held still, not daring to give in to whatever sorcery this woman was concocting. Never had he encountered such a girl with this kind of aura, seductive yet dangerous and it served to put him on the farthest of edges, frown permanent on his lips as he took another step back as she sauntered her way closer, refusing to look below her neck. That was where curves and sashaying hips would be found and he definitely wasn't going to become some drooling and stuttering brute, no matter how irritatingly his desires pushed. The ghost's breath hitched when he felt nails drawing across the dark charcoal material of his hoodie, this sort of touching rather foreign to him as he tried to back away once more, only for his lower spinal area to push into the wandering fingers that had found their way underneath his clothing, starting to worm its way up. He was barely paying attention to her purred words due to the flight or fight response rushing through his veins, and finally he danced away, slipping away from her strange strokes, having felt her thumb nearly skim over the holster of his gun. His hands itched to grab it and aim it at her, even though he knew he wouldn't do anything, not to a girl, never to a woman, they were too precious, no matter the potential evil within them. ** The soldier held himself, not giving in to such temptations of violence unless he would be forced to threaten her with the weapon, instead saying coldly, “Stay back.” During this lapse of silence he resisted from gnawing on his lip, reviewing over the information she had given him, some story about losing her pet, or familiar as they called it nowadays for some reason due to some connection, and instantly a picture of the Kishu Inu flickered in his vision. He didn't like this girl and he wouldn't abandon the dog's trust, and he could only imagine why she even had a dog like that, maybe to get attention from men? Agh he didn't know, all he decided to do was state with a void of emotion, “I don't know what you're talking about. Many dogs leave my house, the door is always opened for pets on the streets.” Though his curiosity was spiked by the mention of a name, ah so that was what she was called, no use trying to think up a title for her now, but he did hope she would stay far away, perhaps stay at his house or wherever she was at the moment and not follow his scent, for it would only get them into some sticky mess. Shoving his jittery hands into his pockets the student just whistled lowly for Tabitha as he added, “I suggest you go look elsewhere for your pet, and tell your little birdy to get some glasses, so mistakes like this can be avoided.” Amount: 519 Words. Notes: o.o Ooh, trouble! Go Sari, beat his ass! Muse: Good! Tune: Other Side ~ Macklemore Tags: Annie with Saranna;

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[atrb=background,http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/middle1-2.png] A calming purr left her lips as her fingers danced across the skin of his lower back. She could smell his unease and feel his body’s rise in temperature. Ah, good, so he was indeed affected by her. Not that she’d met someone who wasn’t in some way. A pout tugged at her lips as Chandler pulled back, seeing the wariness in his eyes. His voice was cold as he spoke, warning her to stay back. She watched him for a moment, sensing through the special links twins often held, that her brother was closing in, circling around the back with Haunt to cover all major points of escape. If this boy was no willing to give up the albino mutt, they’d draw her to them. Darren should be handling her nicely right now. He’d fall soon though once Saranna found out their little diversion. Belial stepped forth, a long tan thigh peeking through the slit in her wrap-around skirt. Her lime eyes took in the form of his dog for a moment. ’My what a resemblance to poor Buster,’ she purred, her voice turning cold. From behind Chandler a deep, baritone voice rose as a man stepped forth. He was no doubt related to the woman, with his slightly darker blond hair and darker green eyes. A massive scar peeked out from under the collar of his shirt. His eyes were wild though, as he spoke, a wolfy grin pulling at his mad mug, ’Mmmmm, I remember him. Saranna and Diablos trained him so well, he put up a good fight. This scar was well worth the chance to taste his flesh,’ he chuckled madly as yet another man stepped forth, hair a platinum blonde as well, but his eyes a startling shade of gold. When this second male spoke, there was authority in voice, and strangely, he didn’t seem the slightest bit un-honest. ’Just tell us were the Kishu is. She has crimes to answer to. You don’t know who she is boy, and you’d do best to turn her over. She’ll leave you to rot.’ Belial weaseled closer, her acid green eyes slowly morphing into that of a lupine’s. Her claws sharpened on her fingers and she bared a nasty set of canines in a human mouth. Even poised to rip his throat out, she still looked like a deadly beauty. A new level to drop dead gorgeous. Two shrieks cracked the air and Belial started, looking to the woods behind them. A devilish grin plastered itself across her lips and she twirled, laughing madly. ’And the white bitch falls! Haha! To a newbie at that, what a waste! Well, then, I guess we don’t need you,’ she hissed as she turned back to Chandler. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Saranna rolled away, panting. Teeth grazed her shoulder, snipping hair. Her muscles sang with pain, having been pushed farther than they had been in months. She was out of shape and still injured. Her chest was tight and made breathing difficult. Darren moved forward again, his assault endless. It was all Saranna could do to defend. He began pressuring her even more; the only thing saving her hide right now was her superior speed, only slightly better than his. She was on the defensive, guarding and dancing around him like snowflakes in a blizzard. Something was off. He seemed to be slowly pushing them away from something, trying to herd her back to the main school grounds. Her nose twitched as she vaulted off a tree and sprinted a few yards, giving herself just a split second to observe her surroundings. The sweet smell of strawberries drifted into her nostrils. Then it hit. Tabitha. Chandler. Belial. Shit, this was a distraction! Fire raced up her shoulder as she felt teeth bit deep into muscle, threatening to sheer muscle off bone. Training kicking in, she collapsed, her dead weight bringing the wolf down. She grabbed the scruff of his neck, bit deep until blood soaked her chest, and gave him a vicious kick with a hind paw. Her claws were merciless as she quickly shredded the wolf’s side. He reared back, a piercing howl that echoed off the trees splitting the air. He staggered off, pouring blood and Saranna took her chance. They knew she was here. She let out her own pained shriek and rattled it off, hoping to lull those in the clearing into a sense of ease that she had fallen. She leaped to her paws, stumbling as her injured shoulder took a moment to listen to her. Like a phantom in the night, she shot off in the direction of her enemies. She could hear the wolf crashing about the under brush behind her, trying to give chase but too mortally wounded to keep up. Good she might actually be able to put up a surprise attack after all. ”Speech” Amount: 812 Notes:hehehe and so the showdown begins Muse: good! Outfit: n/a Tune: nada Tags: Callie/Chandler

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/4sbgoj.png] ** Chandler was definitely starting to feel new levels of discomfort as the female was now a few feet away from him, yet not far enough for his tastes, especially as she clucked that seductive tongue of her's, his eyes locking to her mouth to focus on the world around him rather than her beauty. Though all qualms of holding back his natural male behavior were tossed out the window with proper anger when she mentioned something about Tabitha, his guard rising up like that of a father defending his children, though it seemed as if his cream-tinted Pit Bull dealt with it herself. She sat upon her haunches with bared teeth, right as the pretty shifter took a step forward, the sudden movement causing a blare of alarm to route through his body, the soldier instinctively acting as he swiftly reached in and pulled out the pistol. The hammer had already been cocked on the way, his hand holding the weapon calmly as he said, “Don't move any closer.” He didn't want that girl anywhere near him, though there was this nagging feeling in the back of his head that he wouldn't shoot a woman, no matter what, damning himself to hell and back for such ridiculous morals. He was pretty sure the smart thing to do was forget about gender and instead just shoot whatever was threatening him, gnawing on the inside of his cheek as his mutt stopped growling at the female and whipped around just in time. ** Right as his dog had moved he heard a voice behind him, shoulders tensing as he turned sideways so he could still keep his peripheral vision on the man, yet his gaze was still hard on the girl as he aimed at her. Perhaps he should have switched over to watching the male instead, seeing as how he would be more of a threat, but the ghost was so infuriated by the lady that he couldn't help himself. The way this other guy spoke, it was like as if they thought this Kishu Inu was some human, she was just a damn dog! His poor little fluff ball, though he guessed he would call her Saranna if they insisted that was her name, but if she acted negatively to it then he wouldn't bring it up again, after all it might have been her bait name, if that was what the crimes they were referring to were. His eyes started to narrow as he saw the strange reaction upon the girl's face, becoming more canine in appearance, and he swallowed thickly, holding tighter on to the pistol, willing his friend to run far, far away. Clearly this dog had more intelligence than the average one, as he could just tell by having looked into her eyes, so maybe she would sense the stress coming from this location and turn away, or perhaps he could signal Tabitha to go find her and take her away. No, it would be too risky, they would notice right away. After all, this pair weren't your typical idiots, as he was learning now. A series of yelps echoed through the forest, birds flapping away in desperation, and already Chandler knew who it had come from, a shocked glint appearing in his eyes as his free hand twitched, a habit of his whenever he was stressed, and he felt as if these two weren't the only people after that poor dog. Already he imagined her battered and bloody on the ground, just prey for some shape shifters looking for revenge or justice, whatever they were trying to associate themselves with, and he thought solemnly, 'No, Saranna, run. Don't give up.' Amount: 614 Words. Notes: Sorry about this shitty post x.x Muse: Alright. Tune: When I'm Gone ~ Three Doors Down Tags: Annie with Saranna;

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[atrb=background,http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/middle1-2.png] The deliciously beautiful woman smiled sharply as the gun appeared, stopping her twirling. Ah, she had been correct. Oh well, not like they hadn’t faced a weapon like that before, nor like they didn’t know how to use it. She wouldn’t dare step forward though, know that a tiny little jerk could fire the bullet and have reeking a trail of fire and destruction through her tiny, pert body. She held up her hands, a toothy grin still pulling at her deceivingly pretty face. She could see the doubt in his eyes, but she was not stupid enough to chance it the slightest bit. The Viper Charmer, done in by a stray bullet? No thanks. Her brother gave a low growl as the gun aimed at her didn’t move. She sent him a sharp glare, warning him to keep his shit in check. She snuck one tiny step forward as the attention was strayed. Haunt spoke, his authoritative voice commanding presence, and she struck quickly. She kicked a leg up, her heel catching the gun and setting the hammer back into neutral. It sailed in the air until it landed in her outstretched hands. Her eyes were just as sharp as her teeth, lupine prowess shining bright among the pools alongside a wicked gleam of planning. ’Not a very smart move boy,’ she sneered and turned the gun to point at Tabitha. ’Do behave now, we don’t want your precious doggie’s brains to splatter these perfectly edible berries now,’ she twirled the gun for show, giving way that she knew what she was doing. ’I’m guessing you don’t know, by the look on your face, that Saranna isn’t some lost little pup,’ She pointed it back at Tabitha lazily, cocking the hammer back with an ominous click. ’She’s a shifter, like us, and pretty nasty one too,’ she nodded to the bigger male, who grinned and stepped around to face them, shifting down to the size of a monster timber wolf, deep green eyes mad. He stepped forth, giving the ghost a good look of the massive bite scar stretching across his chest. He eyed Tabitha hungrily. Belial tsked her brother, ’Now Switchblade, we can’t play with our food today.’ In the blink of an eye, the gun was pointed back at Chandler and Switchblade was leaping for Tabitha. A roar of pure raw rage filled the air as a white figure crashed into the massive wolf, sending his body plowing into his sister’s. Her gun arm jerked. The gun shot cracked the air, missing its target thankfully, just as the rain opened up. Belial screeched in anger and pain as Switchblade, yelping, landed flat on her. The gun skidded away to land at Chandler’s feet. Saranna stood between the cursing twins and Chandler and Tabitha, lips curled back from wickedly gleaming fangs. Her tail was curled tightly over her spine, her hackles raised and eyes murderous. ”Hello, slut,” she snarled as Belial scrambled to her feet. Switchblade staggered to his paws, his form shifting down to human. His arm curled around his torso. ’That damn bitch broke my ribs. If I hadn’t moved in time, she’d have cut my whole head off. Where the hell is Darren, Haunt!’ Belial snarled at her brother. ’She killed him, isn’t it obvious, gods you’re so damn slow! ARGH! Let me kill her! Let me shut her dirty mouth Haunt! NO one calls me a slut and lives to tell about it!’ Saranna glanced at Tabitha. ”Either get him out of here, or don’t interfere,” she said coldly, trying to focus on her now three opponents. ’OH NO! That boy ain’t going anywhere, you white trash!’ Belial screeched at her, pointing a clawed finger as Haunt stepped forward to place a restraining hand on her shoulder. He eyed Saranna critically. ’Shut up, Belial, you’re voice makes my ears bleed. Besides, you are a slut. You didn’t get away unscathed Saranna. You’ve grown careless since the fall of you’re pack,’ he stated coldly, which prompted a furious snarl on the white canine’s lips. ”Don’t speak of them like you know them!” Saranna longed to leap forward but stood her ground. Never make the first move. She’d never fought Haunt before, nor seen him fight. She didn’t know his style, she could handle the twins, especially with Switchblade out of sorts. She’d head butted him with every ounce of her super strength she could find. A few broken ribs was mild, he should have had a near shattered ribcage. She was weak. Belial snarled at her, ’You took our pack heir! You turned him, his death is on your paws! You’re pack deserved everything it got! I only wished I’d have gotten to exterminate you scum sooner! The mountains belong to us now! But there are still factions looking for you, the sooner you rot in the ground, the better! Make it easy, just lay down and let us separate your pretty little head like we did to Kita’s,’ Belial snarled as Switchblade shifted back down to wolf form with some difficulty. Not a second passed from the mentioning of that name that Saranna leaped into action. In a leap that should have been impossible, she was upon Belial. Only, Belial was no longer there, instead was a tiny timber wolf, a beautiful creature, meeting the albino Kishu blow for blow. Haunt leaped clear of the tangled pair. For a split second there was a stalemate. Belial was reared up on her hind paws, a dagger clenched between her teeth. The metal blade was held tightly between Saranna’s own metallic teeth, the female timber wolf bearing down on her. The Kishu’s injured shoulder shook, droplets of blood falling to the ground at the rain quickly turned the soil to muck. Switchblade leaped forth, gaping jaws aiming for a crippling hold on her exposed hind legs. Saranna’s ruby eyes glanced at him. She gave a deft twisted of her head, broke the blade with her teeth which sent Belial falling to the ground from the balance upset. Saranna gave a savage kick and sent the female wolf barreling into her brother. The two wolves broke into a snarling mass of anger as they tried to dislodged themselves. Saranna turned her attention to Haunt, still in human form, his yellow eyes watching with mild disinterest. ”Speech” Amount: 1,050 Notes: oh so much fun<3 Muse: good! Outfit: n/a Tune: “Never Alone” by Barlow Girl Tags: Callie/Chandler

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[atrb=background,http://i43.tinypic.com/4sbgoj.png] ** Chandler had a feeling that he should have been watching the seductive female this entire time, but he couldn't help but glance over at the larger blonde brute, there was just something about him that wasn't making the soldier feel entirely comfortable, and two versus one wasn't the best way to go, especially when he only had a gun and a war dog. He was just a human, there wasn't much he could do, and with a hiss of surprise, he felt the gun being kicked out of his hand, loud noise alerting him as to her heel scratching the metal of the barrel, a grumbling thought passing through his head, 'I just got that fixed, dammit.' But he couldn't ponder on that for very long as they aimed the weapon at something more precious to him than his own life, Tabitha. His heart started to beat rapidly as he wished for them to instead focus on him, give her time to run or something, but of course the Pit Bull had a plan of her own, lips rising viciously instead of backing down and playing it cool, the ghost ranting at her in his head, pale irises turning an icy shade as he pleaded for her to shut up silently. She was going to get herself killed and he didn't think he would be able to get over such a tragedy, even if he had Maeve and Triassic in his life, no his dog was a part of his family, and her loss would be treated as one. ** The teen's eyes glazed over at that thought, becoming haunted and ghostly as his presence faded as well, a head ache running through his cranium as well, breath coming in ragged gasps, another one of his phases that lasted for a few seconds as he stared at the brother of the shifter, morphing down into some giant wolf, eerie grin on his lips as he stalked towards his pet. He gathered his wit back together, still not having realized that he had gone transparent for a good five minutes, oblivious to it all as he found his voice caught in his throat, the lupe leaping for the Pit Bull, tiny in comparison to his immense structure. Chandler couldn't bear to watch it as he turned his eyes to the ground, expecting to hear the ripping of flesh in bones, though instead he heard a snarl coming out louder than even Tabitha's, glancing up quickly enough to see a blurred white mass colliding into the wolf, who in turn tumbled on to his sister. As he stared at the one they called Saranna he wondered if what they said was true, that she was a shifter, wanted for crimes unknown, and he was harboring a fugitive? Well if she really was that bad as they called wouldn't she have killed him already or something, or at least tried to harm him during all those times they spent together? He swallowed thickly, rushing over to his barking canine after having picked up his discarded gun, stroking her head soothingly to try and silence her, which she did, now resorting to just repeated quiet growling, fur prickling along her spine. ** He had taken the safety off of the Glock just in case they would need it, holding the handle steadily as he kept it pointed at the ground, still not knowing enough about these other shifters to make a judgment, and all he heard was barking coming from the Kishu Inu as the other supernaturals spoke to her, and she even yipped once at Tabitha stiffly, the Pit Bull nodding her head. He didn't understand what was going on, touching the side of his head with frustration, the Pit Bull staring up at him with fond eyes, as if she were making a decision, tugging on his hoodie to at least drag him back a few yards from the fight, but she didn't take him entirely away, her loyalty to the shifter that had saved them too powerful to truly leave her behind. If she needed back up, well, they would provide it with the best of their military ability. The rain was pouring down so heavily that he couldn't see what was going on, only a pair of wolf forms crashing into one another while a male stood in front of who he assumed to be Saranna, the pair just staring at one another, and that was when the boy murmured to himself, “What's going on here?” Amount: 754 Words. Notes: Gah, sorry this is horrible, didn't know what to do. Muse: Okay. Tune: Other Side ~ Macklemore Tags: Annie with Saranna;

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[atrb=background,http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/middle1-2.png] For a while, thunder and lightning ruled the land. Thunder crashed, rattling the earth, and lightning lit up the sky to a point where it was near day time. The defensive Kishu simply stood there, the white pelt smeared with grey muck, blood running in rivelets down her foreleg from the great gash in her shoulder, smearing her chest and side with pink dye. The young man stood across from her, his hands shoved nonchalauntly in his pockets, gleaming gold eyes watching almost lazily. His figure was slouched and he had a rather…bored look on his face. For the longest time, the stare down continued as the two timber wolf siblings bit and snapped at each other in rage at the other for getting in the way. Haunt sighed and rolled his eyes, mumbling something under his breath. Saranna’s attention seemed solely for the male who’d yet to show his animal form, having completely forgotten about the raving lunatics behind her, for all it appeared. Suddenly, Switchblade leaped from behind, jaws snapped at Saranna’s hind legs as the Kishu sprung straight up in the air again. Her attention had never wavered from the threats surrounding her. She was just more wary of the mysterious Haunt. Switchblade’s initial lunge launched a whole new wave of never ending attacks. This time, though, the wolf siblings appeared to be working together, near flawlessly. Switchblade launched the brunt attacks, while Belial covered his exposed points and countered any attacks Sari could manage to slip in between. Saranna was put once more on the defensive, running in circles in an effort to come up behind, leaping over rows of strawberries to put distance and an obstacle between her and her assailants. The Kishu snarled at her weakness. She’d been careless, stupid, and now she was paying for it. Switchblade was slowed down and handicapped, his lumbering footsteps could be heard as he prowled about, body curled in an attempt to protect his broken ribs. He was easy to find and avoid. It was Belial she needed to worry about first. She need to separate the twins, break their dual nature fighting. Together the twins were a match even for her and Zev combined. But alone, she could handle them. . She needed to incapacitate the smaller Timber Wolf quickly. The shifter once more darted between rows of crops, quickly weaving through a gap in the bush to become unseen for a moment. She used the raging storm’s low visibility and lay in the mud, panting, trying to regain her breath and barings. Her legs shook. She needed to end this quickly, she didn’t have the strength to fight both Belial and Switchblade (even if he was injuried) let alone Haunt thrown into the mix. She glanced in the direction she had seen Tabitha and Chandler stash themselves away. She needed to get to them and get them out of here. Her ear twitched, picking up the snarling of none other than Belial as the two wolves finally separated themselves. She cursed her luck, wishing that in the heat of the moment, they’d fall further into the trap. They were only a single row apart, still close enough to leap to each others aid in an instant. Belial drew closer to her and the Kishu struggled to come up with a second plan. She winced, deciding she’d have to “wing it” as Zev had done so often in their training. As Belial drew close, Saranna, camaflouged among the thick leaves, buried her paw into the muddy grown. As the silver nose came into view, as the acidic eyes widen in surprise at the close proximity, Saranna acted. She flung a clod of mud into the female’s face first, blinding her, and then came back with her other paw, claws flashing as they raked across the female’s face. Belial sprung back from the bushes, caterwauling in agony, her voice louder than the thunder. Switchblade rushed to her side only to be met with a super powered headbutt from Saranna. The larger wolf staggered back, his eyes rolling in the back of his head, as Sari shook her head to clear her vision. He wavered in his stance and Sari reacted fast, swiping his paws out from under him. He crashed down on his injured side with a great yelp and was out for the count. Saranna barely cast a glance to Haunt. This was her only chance to get that foolish boy and dog out of here. She streaked across the clearing in a beeline for Chandler and Tabitha. She leaped into view and promptly shoved her head against Chandler’s shoulder as he crouched on the ground. She growled low in her throat, her ruby eyes desperate and wild as she looked at Tabitha. ”Move! It’s only a matter of time before Haun-” her voice was cut off as another wolf stepped out of the gloom, blocking their escape. He was a gorgeous creature, white with silver guard hairs tipped in black along his scruff and shoulders. He was tall on his legs, built for distance running, but his eyes were mesmerizing, a swirling sea of liquid sunshine yellow and topaz. Saranna stood for a moment, staring at him. His appearance to Logan’s would be identical if not for the lighter eyes. He stood there, head raised, as if challenging the female to make a break for it. A shiver ran down Saranna’s spine as she crouched low. ”I’ll distract him. You run for it. If you stay here any longer, you’ll put Chandler in danger. They don’t take hostages, Tabitha, nor do they kill fast,” Saranna murmured. Saranna took a deep breath and crouched low. Haunt’s ears tilted forth, eyes locking onto her form. There was a certain loosness about his body that betrayed him. He was too relaxed, too easy. It was like the fight was already decided and he knew the outcome. It was Haunt to make the first move. He surged forward, and in the blink of an eye, was at Sari’s face. The Kishu yelped in panic and dropped to her belly, diving forward underneath Haunt’s larger frame. Haunt bypassed the white female and lunged for his intended target, leaping in the air, jaws agape and aimed for Chandler’s throat. Saranna let loose another savage roar and reacted just as quickly as Haunt’s original lunge. She powered leap towards the white wolf, sailed over him. Her jaws snagged his thick guard hairs and scruff, drawing a burst of blood that drenched his neck. Her weight and momentum carried the two side ways and sent them crashing into the ground. Saranna quickly sprung from the pile before his great weight could pin her down. She stared at him, panting for a moment. A tense silence passed before the Kishu turned to Chandler and Tabitha. She swallowed the blood on her tongue, wincing at the thick mixture that rolled down her throat. She took a few caution steps forward, glanced once more at Haunt, then picked up a trot. No sooner had she moved five feet than the great ghost was snapping his jaws around a back leg and hurling her through the air. Saranna gave a yelp as her world was quickly inverted. Wind whistled past her ears and she had a split second to decide. Her muscles and skin were already sending minisucle signals to hard the area trapped in Haunt’s jaws to prevent him from no doubt shattering that limb. But instinct called her inhuman strength to coil in the area surrounding her midback and shoulders. Instinct had never failed her before. She sacrificed her leg and not a split second later, felt her world ignite in an inferno of white hot flames and liquid agony. Haunt had hurled her into the base of a tree. The wolf grunted with mock disappointment when he realized that she had activate her inhuman strength the split second her back and neck cracked against the trunk. The wolf stared at her still form, sniffing her bloody leg. It wasn’t broken miraculously, she’d somehow managed to split her abilities, but no doubt she’d suffered some damage to her torso if she’d split priorities. He turned away from her unconscious form to address the more pressing form of the human and dog. He took a single step towards them when a growl stopped him. It was a low growl, inhuman and for a moment, made the wolf think a hellhound had risen from the ground to take his soul. He turned around slowly to witness the Kishu rising to her paws. Blood trickled past her lips and her form heaved for breath. A crack filled the air, but not one of thunder. The tree behind her shuddered and Haunt froze, seeing the great tear in the trunk’s base. Had she really hit it that hard? The tree teetered slowly and suddenly, lightning flashed and struck the tree’s base like the Kishu herself had cast it from the heavens herself. The tree crashed down around them in a burst of splintered and sparks, the two white canines not having a chance to escape. Time passed as the branches settled. Once more, the thunder, lightning, and rain ruled the day. Suddenly a branch shuddered. A white head poked out from beneath the leafy canopy that had shrouded its back. The head turned towards Chandler and Tabitha, revealing a scarred face and ruby eyes. The Kishu extracted herself from her leafy prison carefully and stumbled forward, limping heavily, but she was alive. She approached Chandler and Tabitha, taking in their forms quietly before turning her attention to the tree. Her ear twitched, picking up movement. ”He’s not dead yet. But he’s in no shape to fight. I can lead him off, we can rendezvous back at your place once its safe for me to stop hiding,” Saranna looked at Tabitha with pleading eyes. ”Promise me, Tabs. Promise you’ll take him and run. I’ve already enough blood on my paws, I won’t have yours and his on top of theirs.” ”Speech” Amount: 1,672 Notes: holy crap that felt gooooooood Muse: awesome! Outfit: n/a Tune: “Never Alone” by Barlow Girl Tags: Callie/Chandler