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[EVENT] The Wolf Attacks

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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[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!))

Edited 2012-08-13 03:57 (UTC)

[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!]

[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.]

((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?]

[ 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!

[ 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. ]

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?!"

[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?

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.

[ 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.... ]

[ 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.

[ Despite her protests, wanting to help their friends and the people that the Rulers had hurt, Nanako obeyed Teddie's orders for the time being. From where she hid, though, wearing her almost Little Bo-Beep looking dress instead of her riding hood, she kept an eye on things.

In case the wolf came back, or someone else wanting to hurt Francis or Teddie came along. ]

[ 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. ]

[ Tsuna turned and started to scramble up, screaming. He couldn't believe that this was happening. It was like he was in some kind of horror movie. Though it'd fit with the halloween. ]

Help...[ He said weakly, getting up to run again, wanting nothing more to wake up from this nightmare. He tripped up before he broke out in a weak run. ]

[ 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.

[ Nanako gripped tight to Teddie's hand as they went along, occasionally looking up at him to make sure that he was still going strong. Every time he looked down at her in return, she offered him the best smile she could, given the situation. Because while she couldn't do much, Teddie was doing his best to help people. It was a shaky, frail smile despite her best efforts, though, because the day had been long, and chaotic. She had seen many of the people living on the island hurt or... or worse, and now she just wished she'd wake up.

But as long as Teddie kept going, she would try, too. ]

Okay, Teddie.

[The wolfs hear him running and stop. They seem to almost be talking as they bark and growl at each other. Then while one takes off in a different direction (after some other poor soul, no doubt) the one in the dress comes charging right after Cress. A human had no hope of outrunning a werewolf. Soon the sound of running paws catches up with him, coming closer and closer. It was almost to him now, it's barks coming from only a few yards behind.]

[ 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?

[ As Tsuna began to flee from it, the wolf set out at a quick, loping pace. It wasn't quite enough to match the boy's run, but that was what it wanted. It wanted to taunt him, to make his heart pound in his chest before he sped up to catch him.

In a belated response to his scream, it roared at his back, jaws opened wide and teeth bared as it pursued him. ]

[As they tried to leave, they would find the path home blocked. The werewolf had stalked out of the shadows of an alleyway, and it was impossible to get around him. The dress he wore might have made him look ridiculous if he hadn't been on the hunt. But now he was obviously hungry, a wild predator looking for its prey, and it made him seem no less terrifying.]

[ Tsuna started to run a little faster, adrenaline pumping as his heart was pounding against his chest. He had to live, he had to protect the others, and he didn't want to die here. Not like this...

He kept muttering it to himself as he ran, wanting nothing more then for the wolf to get tired and stop chasing him ]

[ With the increase in Tsuna's pace, the wolf's lope began to pick up as well. Still not quite enough to reach him, but it closed a bit of the distance between the two of them. It snapped its teeth at his back, snarling and growling, its hackles raised and its eyes wide and sharp on the fleeing boy. ]

Edited 2012-08-13 23:25 (UTC)

[ Teddie immediately stopped, his natural reaction to try and draw on his Persona, but he remembered where he was at. Moving in front of Nanako, he held on to her with one arm, looking like he was going to fight. He had to protect her no matter what...

However, looking at that dress... It couldn't be...] Domon-sensei...?

[ Tsuna let out a loud "hiiiie!!" before tripped up again, trying to get back to his pace. He couldn't believe it was so close. This wasn't going to end well, he had to get home. Finally reaching the right district, he could see his house in the distance...Just a little closer ]

[ Nanako froze up as the werewolf came out of the darkness, gripping tight onto Teddie's sleeve as she stared up in wide-eyed horror at the monster. She had heard that there was a wolf running around, and they had maybe caught a glimpse or two of one, but this one looked different. The dress might have been funny, to someone else, but the little girl barely registered it. ]

Teddie... [ If this had been someone he'd known... ]

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[EVENT] The Wolf Attacks

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