Elizabeth stuck in question..

"do what are we suppose to do? sit here and wait?!

He voice a bit louder then she wanted. She quickly moved her hand to her mouth.

Ledonis smiles watching the war truely unfold, howling like a demon he rushes into the mass of fur before him. In the space of a few seconds the ground is littered with the severed limbs and heads of the fallen beasts, longingly he licks the blades clean watching the others destroy their foes.
"To the true creatures of the night this battle shall go to. I pay no homage to the moon, my undead soul only craves the blood of those fool enough to challenge me. And what a night for me that the Furry little ones have come to play" Laughing wickedly he turns to Duros.
"Come my friend let us end the curse known as Lycanthroype."
Once again he charges the Wolves seeking their blood.

Elizabeth frowns
"Aww were letting everyone else kill themmmmm"
She whines.

Drezlin winks at Elizabeth and leaps out of hiding, hurling his body through the air to slam into a large silver wolf. He grabs it's bottom jaw and begins to wrench it off, as the beast flais around Drezlin kicks it repeatedly in the ribs, going into a frenzy, he can feel bones shattering into splinters.

After that beast is reduced to a bloody pulp he moves on and pounces on another, and begins to rip it apart. Prefering to use his hands for this fight.

Velvets senses are growing while she continues to sit still as a statue. Her lashes flicker from the wind and her necks veins bubble. Her mind is running through the forest finding something to set it off. Blurs of her friends continue to rapidly appear. yet her face is serene as she sits quietly, waiting for her true power to unfold.

Tiruen wandered the woods in his human form, his tattered clothing a sign that he had shifted recently. He brushed his long black hair out of his face, his eyes an amber colour, the same colour they were when he shifted to his large, wolf like form. he had a decent build, he was tall ,and he was decently muscular, a feature of many lycans, and his features were scarred, from a lifetime of combat, against vampires, against slayers, against other lycans even, for dominance amongst the pack. He growled, hating this stupid war, wishing he could be away, that he could simply wander the land, and roam as his wolf desired, as he desired. He stretched out, his somewhat muscular figure visible through his tattered shirt. and his torn jeans, and he wandered barefoot ,though it didn't bother him in the slightest. he was a Lycan, and their home, was in the natural world, not in the cities, with the cold concrete forests, and the cold stares from the people. they belonged out here, in the wild, where they could roam free, and live at peace, not having to restrain the wolf, instead living in harmony with it, actually listening to what it desired, to hunt, and run free, to howl at the moon. He heard a distant howl, and nodded slowly. It was his pack. He sighed, and started the long trudge back towards them, gently running a hand along the scars marring his cheek, running dangerously close to his left eye, a dishonourable move on his opponents part, that had earned him expulsion from the pack. Tiruen shook his head, dismissing his troubling thoughts, and started back towards his pack. the honour, and will of the pack, before the honour and will of an individual. it was the code a Lycan, a true Lycan lived, and died by. And it was a code he would follow until he drew his last breath.

Velvet came to her senses and started to smell the salt water floating in the air. She looked up and smiled. Eyes still in a maddened daze, slightly crossed.
"I don't like werewolfs and I don't like killing them! They're just cute puppies!"

Velvet stuck her red nails in the sand. stroking the grains back and forth.
She looked through the forest and saw several auras, all purple..boring purple, a quick flash of green caught her eye. Beautiful emerald was running at high speed up and down through the forest. Velvets eyes widened and her madness left for a moment and her face was full of confussed fear."

"...what is that...is that drezlin?.."

The aura was becoming bolder and approaching the sands.
Velvet stood up. Fear was consuming her after several years of cocky and maddened behavior.
Her breath was shortened as she stalked the aura not letting it out of her sight.
"who are you..." Then suddenly the aura dissapered.
Velvet squinted her eyes. "What?? where'd you go little emerald?"
She sat back down on the sand and closed her eyes. Most likely her mind playing tricks on her...

Tiruen stopped, hearing something following him, and he swiftly tore off his clothes, not wanting them to get ruined as he shifted, his amber eyes scanning around, and he smelled.... someone. a stranger. and he could tell, a vampire. he rushed backwards, swiftly, and shockingly silent, for a beast as large as he, and he came upon the creature, his newfound prey. a vampire, though she seemed... no. For the honour and will of the pack. He drew his features back into a snarl, as he leaped, and brought one heavy clawed hand down at her, his sleek, midnight black fur glistening in the soft moonlight that managed to leak through the trees, his gentle eyes seeming to glow in the dim light, and his thoughts turned to the task at hand. Eliminating this odd pursuer.

Elizabeth watch drezlin disappear and grinned

"Finally" she said anxiously, she darted into the woods not wanting to miss all the action, the stench growing stronger and stronger.

Drezlin sinks his hand into the beast back, it roars pitiously. His iron like hands grip the beast spine and snap it. It' stops thrashing. But only after Drezlin removes it's head does it stop breathing.

Drezlin looks around for another victem, the pack is already severly thinned out. He sends a little mental message to Elizabeth. "You know, if I had tried fighting them this way fifteen hundred years ago, I would not have the pritty face I do now...

He Spots another, and coils for the strike, he uses a little more of his power this time and strikes the wolf with a down ward blow to it's hind quarters as he hurtles through the air beside it. The sheer force of it breaks it's pelvis and flips it over back wards with a yelp.

His mind catches a flicker... Something not normal, a human ? But then the human mental signature fades, and all he can sense is vampires and the chaotic minds of wolves.

Velvets mind became static. Eyes flickering in the wind with the smell of dirt and blood running through her nose. Her breaths were short and fast. She grabbed hold of a nearby plant and hoisted herself up. Blood was dripping from her neck which slowed down to a hault after about 2 minutes. "Wha...what happened" Colors were flashing through the trees and her mind was un-traceble. "Oh god...what happened!!" Velvet got up, hands shaking from the accident. She stumbled over to a puddle under a tree. untouched and metalic. She raised her head over and peered in. Face a bit scratched but all seemed fine untill her eyes glowed an ember. "What!? What's going on!!?" She shrieked. She felt her face and newly sharp nails scratched through her cheek. "Wha..Wha.!!??" Velvets whimper stirred the forest. Her smell was like nothing before, auras of the others were across the island but she could smell them as if they were right infront of her.
Velvets mind was foggy.
"What's happened to me..."

Tiruen sat in the woods, the vampires blood staining his claws, as he had not deigned to lick it off. He had struck the girl. been about to strike again, after he had bitten her, and then... he couldn't. He couldn't do it. he had turned., and fled like a coward. He had no honour any longer. He had failed to kill a foe, but... she looked so normal. she looked as though she had never done anything wrong in her whole life, and it startled him. shocked him. he growled, and stood up again, scanning his immediate surroundings. his pack was near, he heard another howl, and took off towards it. He would say nothing. He resolved, that if he ever saw that vampire again, he would strike swiftly, for his honour.

As he entered a clearing he found his pack, of perhaps two dozen Lycans, each one strong and able, each one, ready to kill, and he stelled himself. He thought he had been too, just a few hours ago, yet now... he was not so sure. He scanned around, and grimaced, noticing a few missing, able to tell they had been killed by vampires. He clenched his fists, and snarled, swearing to take vengeance upon the pale blood suckers.

Elizabeth was quickly catching up to Drezlin and the others, leaping over the fallin trees left by the conflict, she laughed at Drezlins remark and replies

"Oh and what allows you to do it now?! you know It wouldnt matter if I fought back then, My face isnt going anywhere!!!!!" She said leaping up on a larger rock to look around, The stench faded the further she got, curious she backed up a bit to where it got stronger

"Hmm thats weird...The smell..Yet no Lycan.."

She looked around confused a little worried

"I think there are some hiding" she sent the message out...

-but where- she thought to herself..

Drezlon drops the corpse of another Lycan unceramoniously to the ground.
And looks around for Druos and and the others.

He smiles at Elizabeths comment and replies casualy. We get stronger, and quicker with age you know. It's nothing to dramatic but after a few centurys it tends to build up.

He looks around, feeling a bit uneasy. Just then he gets Elizabeths warning.
Peering through the darkness with his vampiric eyes he can not yet spot one of them.
He focuses his mind a tell's Elizabeth.



Don't wander to far off now. The night is no longer young, and the light will be coming soon. These new wolves will have to wait.

Velvet quickly shot her eyes over to a man, muscular, leaning on a tree.
"You did this to me!!!!! You traitor!!!!!!! FUCK YOU!" She picked herself up and sprinted over to the man slashing his face.
"How dare you pick a fight with me! and on top of it, you're another vampire!!! what did you do to me!!!?"
She slashed his wrist.
The man looked at her with no emotion or reaction to the bleeding that was slowly fading.
"Who are you, you bastard."
She lifted her silk hand and quickly shoved them on his forhead.
she entered his mind. It was full of screaming and beams of light. Shrieks and running with no end. Teeth with red gums appeared followed by slick fur.
She jumped back with shock. "You're a werewolf..."