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Aries had washed up on the beach, she could feel the salt stinging every cut and scrape along her body. Her throat was sore and dry, and breathing was so hard. After a few minutes, and failed attempts, Aries sat up and looked around. Her vision was a bit blurry but after blinking a couple of times she could see. Not to far from her, maybe a few feet, was a body laying sprawled out on it's back and it didn't seem to be moving. "Oh no! What if it's one of the others!" thought Aries as she scrambled over to the body......
Aries was shocked by what she saw. Barely breathing, dark brown hair wet and plastered to his face, covered in cuts and scratches, Ash lay unconcious. He had a wound on his head where he probably got whacked by something, and long gashes down his back and chest, he looked terrible. The cold salty water of the ocean brought Aries out of her shock, the tide was rising and the last thing she wanted was to be caught in that liquid death. So pulling herself together, Aries walked, half dragged Ash and herself further up shore.
After getting a far enough distance away frome the shore, Aries set Ash down with a soft thump, she then burried her head in the tattered remains of his shirt and cried, cried without tears. She couldn't bear to see her best friend like this. The boy who was always laughing, gesturing wildly as his mouth ran a mile a minute. It was impossible that that same person, who no more than 24 hours ago was standing on his head telling jokes and doing magic tricks, could be this silent, this still, barely breathing.
Lokri didnt know what do do. The faint sound of her dad screaming at her to run find a hideing spit and stay silent and still echoed through her head over and over and over. The sound of the guys fighting her dad the gun shot the humans scream. She covered her head closeing her eyes wish it would go away and what the heck was stalking her. She clutched the knife until her knuckles were white. The faint feeling of the knife in her side meing moved upward then downward again was fresh on her skin. She pulled herself into a tighter ball. "What ever it is just stop it...please stop..." she whispered.
(This is getting good...xD)
(XD I'm prepared for Smoke to come to the rescue lol)
Smoke listened to her whispering, he could hear it, but just barely make out what she was saying. He gave several more roars before he ran off and silently disappeared into the trees again so he wouldn't get caught. He sat there watching her, and slipped around back in the direction the camp was. He crawled back a ways before making a full on run towards her, he was noisy as he moved through the thick brush now. He kept his mouth shut for a while as he ran before he spoke another word "Lokri?!" he called, a worried tone in his voice "Are you alright? I heard a loud roar and came to check on you" he called and looked around, purposly not looking up in the tree she was in so it seemed like he didn't know she was up there.
Smoke jumped back as the knife fell from the tree. "What the?" he mumbled and he picked up the knife that she dropped and put it in his pocket, looking up into the tree he frowned a bit "Lokri?! What happend?! You wern't attacked were you?!" he asked worried, as if he didn't know what had happend already. He made a motion like he was going to climb up the tree and made it up the first couple of branches, getting closer to her. "Are you hurt at all?" he asked again and climbed up a branch higher, and he put his hand on her shoulder.
You are lost on a deserted island with your fellow werewolves, there is a large cliff face off one side that crashes down into the ocean and rocks below, the forest is deep and dense, it's very easy to get lost.
You don't have full control over your powers yet and can not switch on will, it comes with your adrenaline speed for now.
Having been hunted to near extinction, werewolves have fled to the far corners of the world. There were a few young werewolves, just discovering their power, managed to convince their parents to let them go on a short boat ride. They were supposed to have come back the next day, however, it was not meant to be. There was a freak storm that hit, and smashed the boat causing it to spin out of control and smash into some sort of rock or reef.
Some time later, they begin to wake, wondering what happened and what where they are. The island they have landed on seams deserted, but bits and pieces of an ancient civilization are still present. Will the secrets of the ruins secrets unlocked? Will the young ones choose to stay, or will they attempt to save the rest of their kind? Will they even survive that long?
No matter what the answer, for better or for worse, they are the Lost, as Castaway Wolves.
1. Typical rules of RP.
2. No swearing or cursing, please keep it to a minimal, if you must, use the *'s to blot it out.
3. Romance is allowed, hugs and kisses are fine, but nothing to graphic please.
4. No being your own crush or anything like that either.
5. I am the master and I can control my puppets, as much as I would hate to, I have the right to kick you out and delete you if you don't follow these rules, they're sort of important.
6. When making a character, please create a first and last name.
7. Max of 3 charries.
8. When making a character, please keep the male/female ratio, one male per female and vice.
9.Have fun!!!!