[EVENT] The Wolf Attacks

[majorarc]

Who: Everyone
When: October 29-October 31
Where: Everywhere! The districts, the forest, anywhere you want to be.
What: The wolf is attacking everyone and taking no prisoners! Good luck denizens c:
Warnings: R: For character death, violence, cursing and other things that are not appropriate for young viewers. Please make sure to look at the log with caution, if you are concerned about those things. All replies will be done by minions!



[ Justice runs around the groups of denizen's calling for a dog, feigning concern. It seems that she's lost her puppy, which is a gargantuan wolf who is driven crazy by the color red. Needless to say he's biding his time around the island waiting for someone to come out for him to attack...Good Luck Everyone!]

MOD NOTE: Please be sure to tell us what you want the wolf to do! Just put INJURE, KILL or GET AWAY in the subject or the comment!! Thank you!

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Sub-log for werewolf Domon | Open to all

[get_the_win]

[To those that had noticed the lack of red on Domon's costume, it was now obvious why. The Ruler's had triggered the transformation into the werewolf. He was now in the other wolf's pack, and followed it's growled orders without question.

So the denizens might come across a different wolf. One that although it had made it out of the high heals it had been forced to wear as a human, was still stuck in a pink poofy dress and tiara. The garments didn't seem to slow him down any though, and he was just as dangerous as on a full moon.]

((NOTE: Just like the other threads, please put INJURE, KILL, or GET AWAY in the subject or comments! Thank you!))

[watergunner]

((I ASSUME Cress gets away in this, but a mild injury is fine too if he doesn't run fast enough! Minato on the other hand...))

[It was stupid to have come out of the house, really. For one, he was stuck in the clothes of his profession, and clothes from home, too-- but for the other gender in a hilarious irony that Cress didn't exactly appreciate. (It was better than the sheet he showed up in, but seriously... plus, why was the apron so horrendously red? it doesn't go with orange very well at all.)

But more than that was the unsettling atmosphere. It was bad enough that he'd barely been here for that long, but something about the place really was awful. Cress had never really been so... apprehensive, before. Scared, even. Maybe he should have stayed in the house and starved instead, really... This paranoia was nauseating. It didn't help when wolves became audible, growls and snarls and paws pounding on the ground-- but then it wasn't paranoia anymore, it was terror, even if the animals weren't in view yet.

Yeah screw that he's turning around on his heel(thank Arceus this shoe wasn't high-heeled) and running back in the direction of his house unit. He's in a dress, what more dignity does he have to lose?]

INJURE PLEASE

[bearpuns]

[ Teddie couldn't believe that he was still going. After healing some of the others (and some not successfully) and running to keep Nanako safe, he was starting to get a little tired. But when he looked to his friend, who he was holding hands with, he gained a little bit more energy. He may have failed to protect her in their world, but Teddie would not do that here. ]

Nana-chan, we just need to get back home, okay? I promise you'll be safe.

KILL ~ Private, to Justice's Wolf

[paysdelamour]

[As soon as Francis saw the wolf, saw the beastly thing snarling at him, he began to run. What he lacked in a speed advantage, he made up for with his cunning route - sharp corners, climbing, ducking and dodging. Yet still, he had not managed to lose the wolf. And the worst part was, the wolf had been slowly turning him toward the forest, until the forest was the only place left to run.

So Francis leapt over a fallen log and quickly continued his fastest running stride, trying to collect his red cape all in his arms - damn this red outfit! He stood out like a sore thumb! As he quickly turned west and continued trying to outrun this wolf, he suddenly heard Germany's voice from days before echoing in his head.

Unlike you, I have my pride. And I will fight to defend it, not hide and cower in obedience and fear!

He wasn't going to let Germany be right. He was not a coward. He was not going to hide and run anymore, not while there were still people on this island that he cared for. Drawing the sword at his hip was the first step, his right hand, squeezing the skull-shaped grip tightly. And so, suddenly, Francis stopped and did a full turn on his grounded leg, swinging out at the monster who had been chasing him with the sword training of his thousand-plus years.

He was not a coward!]

[minions]

[ Francis' attempts to shake the wolf were commendable, but they were futile attempts. It would occasionally slam into a tree, as the once-nation took too sharp of a turn for it to follow easily, but the trees often times lost that battle against its bulk. That, and the creature was determined to follow its master's orders, regardless of how difficult its prey would be to catch.

As the denizen leapt over the log, it merely barreled over it, claws ripping into dead bark as it followed. Many trees felt its strike, as Francis managed to dodge and retreat from it. But as mindless as the creature acted, it knew it had to drive him into the forest. Though there were more places to conceal oneself, the wolf knew this land. This was its realm, and it would soon fulfill its mission.

Perhaps he was not a coward, but turning to face the wolf would seem foolish to many-- Justice herself included. Its ears flicked forward, but its pace did not slow despite its brief surprise. Instead, it opened its jaws wide, a booming roar coming straight from its chest as it went charging straight towards the man with his sword. ]

Post-wolf, dying ~ Open to All

[paysdelamour]

[The wolf had won; Francis had finally fallen to him. His face was still tender from being flung into a tree, the costume sleeve on his left arm was practically shreds, hanging from his wrist as new red blood began to take its place. His body, battered and bruised, still stung. Especially Francis' side, which had become bloodsoaked in a matter of seconds. He'd found out when he'd drawn his hand away to reveal nothing but red.

Francis was dying. He knew it; he could feel it in his mortal body. No matter how tightly he tried to wrap his side with his cape, no matter how hard he pressed with his hand, he could already feel the cold chill throughout his body. His toes were numb, his fingers were close to numb. And his entire body was shivering, despite how warm his costume was.

There was nothing to do but rest against a tree, the blood from his hand leaving a crimson handprint on the bark as he pulled himself into a position to rest against the tree. He was already struggling to breathe. He had perhaps two minutes, tops.

But there was nothing he could do. And it was the helplessness of it all that scared him the most about all of it.]

[naltorian]

[ The noises of the night refused to let Nura sleep. She'd wandered about the dark, yet dim-lit streets. And then she'd heard the noise. Following the noise, she arrived to see Francis wounded and bloody. She practically dashed over from the ten meters between. ]

Francis!

france why sobs

[dreamsonwings]

Sora had found herself running further away from the village and hopefully away from the killer wolf and the new 'princess' of the pack (aka Domon). All she wanted to do was rip off the damn dress and try and find anyone who needed help. Despite all the feelings of paranoia, this was important and god help her she'll try her best.

Then she sees him leaning on a tree. And is that...?!

"F...Francis?!"

[kartoffelstampfer]

[Running was something Germany was quite good at. But if it came to running away, he may require some lessons from Italy, still. Yet he had somehow managed to loose the wolf in the woods and was now trying to gain his orientation back.

That was until he spotted something. An almost painfully bright red, that, upon getting closer to it, gained an equally painful familiarity, causing Germany to stop a couple of feet away, frowning at the other man, bleeding openly on the ground. Sure, this was France. But at the same time, it wasn't France. This didn't feel like looking at the older nation at all. He was torn up, bleeding, dying! Germany rather got the impression of looking at one of his own wounded men shortly before life would leave his body.

Looking down at the other, Germany found himself unsure about what to do. Heck. These wounds wouldn't kill a nation. He himself had beaten France up worse before! And yet there he was. A pathetic heap of barely breathing, human flesh...

The German shuddered, but finally stepped forward, crouched down and sought the other's eyes with his own as denial, insecurity, fear and something akin to realization mixed themselves into something that was likely to make him sick in a matter of moments. But before that happened, Germany managed to get his jaws apart again, until that moment unaware that he had been clenching them.]

...Frankreich?

[waterformybath]

Howl had seen the wolf and immediately run, using his new magic to speed him away as the beast was let loose. He hated to run, hated to be so helpless when people were dying (he knew they were dying; he could hear them cry out and scream), yet without the full use of his magic he was essentially another normal human being - a coward. He pretended not to hear the cries for help as they faded and were replaced by a general silence.

Once he felt he was safe, he stumbled to a stop and doubled over to catch his breath. He wasn't dead - that was a relief - but guilt kept drawing his eyes back to where the wolf had appeared.

...He had to go back and look. Maybe he could help save someone, if anyone was still alive.

So he ducked and flitted from tree to tree, keeping to the shadows until he recalled that a wolf primarily used scent to track its prey. Still, it made him feel a little better, though so absorbed was he in keeping out of sight that he almost didn't notice France until he nudged one of the man's legs.

"Who's th-- Francis?" His voice is hushed as he carefully sinks to a crouch beside the mortally wounded nation.

[bearpuns]

[ Teddie was looking around for some of his friends, Nanako in toe. He noticed France, on the ground. He knew what this meant, and he honestly was worried about Nanako seeing it. Telling her to hide over between the houses where he could see her. He was quick enough that he could get away from the wolf... ]

Francis-chan...[ Teddie hurried over and pressed his hands over the wound, a soft purple light coming from them. He was concentrating on trying to heal, but a part of him felt like it was futile... ]

Y-You'll be okay, I'll try beary hard.

[tomate]

[ There is a smell that he can never forget. The smell of blood. He has been drenched in it many times. To smell it come from France is different from smelling it come from others. He can not believe it. He won't believe it, yet he finds himself coming closer to France, hoping, believing that it wasn't true, that it couldn't be true. ]

--France?

[fatalitykisser]

[Yoko was not in the best condition, a huge cut slashed along her side and bruises littered her body but she powered through the pain as she tried her best to help anyone. She limped as the pain got worse and she felt rather light headed from the adrenaline.

When Yoko began to see spots, her eyes focused on France pressed against the tree and she stumbled forward. She slumped to her knees as she hurriedly ripped part of her costume off. Her hands shook violently as she held the torn fabric and pressed it firmly to his wound. Her eyes searched his as she tried to figure out if there were any other wounds.]

Francis...Francis stay with me.

Don't close your eyes okay? We're going to get you help soon.

KILL (I'm a terrible person)

[xburner]

[ Tsuna was running and regretting that he was wearing a red power ranger costume. This was literally the scariest thing he had experienced here so far and he honestly wasn't ready to die. He just had to get back to his house and hide there until it was over. It wasn't like he could help anyone, he had no powers or abilities to stop the wolf.

He wasn't so lucky though, when he tripped and fell to the pavement between the houses in the Rose district. Why did he even go out of the house.... ]

[minions]

[ An excellent question, with no real answer.

The wolf was working its way through the districts, hulking form moving hunched over and bipedal, pawed feet crunching through leaves and the dirt lanes between houses. Its ears were flicked up, listening to the alternating chaos and peace around it as it searched for more prey.

They twitched up even higher when he heard the sound of someone meeting pavement, golden eyes wide and lips pulled back in a snarling sneer. It lowered down on all fours, vicious hands clutching at pavement as it went stalking straight towards the downed mafioso. ]

GET AWAY

[sparksfire]

[ Katniss wasn't going to sit and stand for people getting hurt. Everywhere the wolf appeared, she would shoot arrows at him to get him away from the people he was attacking. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. She had Peeta to think of, so she couldn't leave him to go really help the injured. It was hard to try and protect him and them.

Standing in the middle of one of the housing districts, Katniss had her arrow poised and was listening for anyone near by, so she could attend to them. It was kind of hard to move in this stupid warrior princess outfit, and she was kind of sick of it being so...tight. ]

Peeta, are you still with me?

Katniss is going to save his butt

[lover_boy]

[Peeta was feeling as if he was being pumped full of tracker jacker serum again. It's flowing through him and forcing him to see things. Horrible things that he would know weren't true on better days. Since it started a few days ago he knew it had to be care of the rulers and he'd been fighting as hard as he could to keep it from everyone. He didn't want Katniss to know what the capital had been doing to him. She didn't even know that they'd been separated until he got here.

To Peeta, the wolf looked more like a mutt. A mutt with eyes like Katniss's. Beautiful, grey and dangerous. He hadn't realized he was walking toward the wolf, that his mind had tuned out Katniss almost completely until she was a muted voice in the back of his mind. His hand was outstretched toward it.]

Katniss?

Injure~

[kartoffelstampfer]

[Running and hiding, hiding and running. This sure wasn't the way Germany usually went about handling a situation like this. But what other options did he have? Try to handle this monster like one of his dogs? No. That certainly wouldn't work out. Even a well-trained and behaved dog didn't just listen to anyone.

Crouching down where he had just stopped, the German closed his eyes for a moment and secretly was glad about the current lack of the sun or this stupid costume might have killed him already. That damned thing was hot already without any outside heat.

He quickly looked behind himself again after this short rest. Was that thing still within earshot?]

Deepest apologies for the long delay!

[minions]

[ Nothing on this island stands out brighter to the wolf than the brilliant red adorning all the costumes, and no matter where Germany crouches, he cannot hide. Even when the red is out of sight, still the wolf can smell it...

When Germany looks behind, the wolf is there, slinking through the bushes, drool dripping from its bared fangs. A persistent low rumbling growl emanates from its throat, as it stalks closer, circling ever nearer, ready to pounce.

And then - once it's within a short distance, with a snarl it launches itself at Germany, ready to bowl him to the ground to tear with claws and teeth. ]

Injure

[gold_titanium_man]

[he couldn't say he wasn't happy with a suit of armor on him. He missed his suits, after all, but it wasn't his armor. It was a pretty good imitation, if he had been a fan of steam punk.

It was difficult to move around in, but it was also very tough. Still, he needed to get away from here, and quick]

We're very sorry about the long delay!

[minions]

[ He certainly did need to get away from there quickly, for the wolf is close on his heels, snapping at him and moving from one side to the other, eyeing that suit of armor for a weak point - an exposed bit of cloth or flesh to bite. ]

injure!

[sineamore]

For Ritsuka, it was the most confusing day to wake up on. He felt like he'd slept for years and years. But when he woke, it wasn't to the familiar smell of his own bed, or the plain walls of his own room. Instead, the walls of his Arcanarum room looked more foreign and intrusive than ever. And cold. Cold despite the colors.

He was also in new clothes again. That was twice now that this place had dressed him up like he was its puppet. He irritably mumbled something nonsensical under his breath as he tried to get his bearings. He was tired though--maybe this bearing thing could wait until later. Some more sleep couldn't hurt.

Ritsuka closed his eyes. Then he remember Seimei and his eyes shot open. But something was off about him today. It was a vague feeling, just on the edge of his awareness--and it was brief. The thought was gone before it could fully settle. He was left feeling scared for himself. Suddenly, remembering his brother didn't help. Suddenly, he didn't want to be in the same place as him.

I'm not safe here, he thought. I'm not safe with him.

So he ran.

We're very sorry about the long delay!

[minions]

[ The red on the vest and the hat call to the wolf, but so too does the burst of motion of one of the many boys on this island taking off running. With a short howl, the chase is on, and Seimei should become the least of Ritsuka's worries. The wolf sprints after the cat-eared boy, circling to cut him off... ]

THE WORLD THREAD [The Wolf is not in this thread]

[maskedworld]

[ The World isn't sitting this time, now by the Wheel and examining it occasionally. This time she is in the same mask, but a beautiful set of lavender and white robes, looking like she tried to have a costume. Her hair is up this time. Additionally, she looks much happier then the last time she was seen.

Approach her to ask questions? ]

No wolves... except for this one

[get_the_win]

[With Justice's wolf gone, he was... confused. Along with suppressing the small part of him that's still him in this form, Justice had suppressed his instinct to seek dominance. It was the only way to control such a headstrong creature after all. But now, with his pack leader gone, he'd lost that direction and didn't know what to do. He'd watched this woman reduce his leader into a lesser beast, which could mean only one thing. She was his pack leader now.

Slowly and cautiously he approached. He stayed down on all fours, head and tail lowered submissively, waiting to see how she would react to him.]

INJURE THEN GET AWAY -> to Mukuro and Justice's Wolf

[solitarynuvola]

[The wolf had attacked the two of them after they'd happened upon it mauling Sawada Tsunayoshi's body - they were too late to save the boy, unfortunately, but now all Hibari could think about was fighting the wolf. He'd left Rokudo nearby, helpless in that wheelchair of his, only able to watch as Hibari defended against the snapping jaws and the vicious claws with his tonfa, now alight with his Flames - they were weak, a limitation of the ability that he'd gained, but they were there, nonetheless.

The dreary cloud of doubt and paranoia that had lain over him for the past few days had lifted at the scent of a prospective battle, and he was positively grinning at the possibility of finally being able to bite something to death.]

[serpente]

[Mukuro gripped the arms of his wheelchair as tightly as his wasted strength would allow, swallowing back not fear but anger. The pink dress that the Rulers had forced him to wear for the occasion would be scant protection against the jaws of the monstrous wolf currently locking teeth with Hibari. Not only would he die not being able to do more than raise an arm in his defence, he would look ridiculous as well.

Is this how it will end? he asked himself in annoyance. He was not afraid of death but he had hoped to go out with rather more impact. Being mauled to death on a foreign island where hardly anyone knew his name was not exactly a dramatic ending but it seemed that was how he would be going.]