Das Tier In Mir [open =3]

[Serenade Asmodeus]

[note: the lyrics used are a translation of the German song 'Wolfen (Das Tier In Mir)' by E Nomine. I found the translation thanks to my best friend, Google. xD So they might not be an exact translation. Also, any images used at the top of my posts are copyright to the artists. <3]

In the ancient, moonlit woods,
Is my dwelling

The moon's silvery, beautiful light kissed the ground of the forest, the light bursting through the leaves on the trees and giving the woods a gentle glow. The night had come down upon the forest, and the sounds and sights coming from it were most peaceful: crickets chirping quietly, the odd frog croaking...and the sight of the glorious moonlight was enough to send the beastly thing hiding in the shadows into a sea of pleasure. She had made herself into this thing, allowed herself to change when she saw the moon rise and the sun go down, allowing only the subtle tones of moonlight to touch the earth before her. She breathed in the sweet smells of the outdoors, before stepping into the moonlight. A smile graced the werewolf's face, and she closed her eyes as the moonlight gave her black fur a silvery look. When she opened her eyes, she swept a quick look across the forest that was in her view -- no company, thankfully. She was sick of having others following her around, Serenade was much more fond of loneliness than overcrowdedness.

On the other hand, it had always been nice to have some friends, or at least acquaintances, who were...well, weres of some sort. She'd loved having Radar, Rontacius, and Axel around. Sure, they were irritating and perverted at times -- but sometimes the company was nice.

A low grumble sounded from her stomach, and she groaned. Great. Hunger was just what she needed. With a sigh, the werewolf turned her head around, ears searching for any sort of noise that might lead her to food. Sure enough, her nose caught the scent of a doe, and a second later she heard the creature move somewhere to her left. She turned around slowly -- it hadn't seen her yet, the feeble thing was walking slowly forward, shaking slightly. Had it recently escaped another hunt? Ah, well. Serenade bunched her muscles, before leaping through the trees, jaws wide, aiming for the deer. Excitement pulsed through her as she felt her canines graze at the skin, and the smell of blood reached her nose. She reached her arms around in attempt to grab the doe so it wouldn't escape, but the damned thing sent out a violent kick in Serenade's direction, and leapt away before she could grab a solid hold on it.

Damn.

Serenade breathed for a second, trying to figure out if it had cut her or not -- she felt the pain in her face. Nothing felt broken, but sniffing wouldn't be pointless. Serenade's slow healing was one horrible weakness that she had always hated -- although being overly muscular for a female were certainly made it better. She scented the doe's blood, the doe running away, and -- she sighed, shaking her head. Great, now I've got a giant cut on my face. That better not freaking scar, or I'm gonna be seriously pissed. She brought a clawed hand up to her face, and felt the wound. It didn't feel too serious, but Serenade decided it would be smart to try to wash it off, just in case.

She suddenly realized how tight her muscles were, still bunched and prepared for the hunt. Serenade stretched, then relaxed her tense muscles before casually leaning up against a nearby tree.

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[Spirit]

Spirit walked silently through the forest. Every 10 minutes or so, she stopped to listen for danger. Spirit knew the forest was dangerous at night, especially in her human form. But it didn't stop her from going on moonlit strolls.

Suddenly, a doe leapt out of nowhere, scaring the living daylights out of Spirit. After her heart started slowing down again, Spirit turned and walked along the trail where doe had come from. She continued walking at a steady pace for what felt like an hour. Eventually, Spirit could just make out the outline of a werewolf some distance away.

Spirit changed silently into her Lycan form before hiding herself in a clump of trees nearby. She didn't feel up to approaching a stranger for her caution got the better of her.

[Serenade Asmodeus]

It is the animal in me,
That awakens my greed for you.

The pain of the blow seemed to come in waves. It wasn't a very bad wound, but it wasn't like it didn't hurt. Serenade winced as a particularly painful wave came. And then left. "Fuck!" she snarled as another came, although she wasn't trying to change her wolfen vocal cords to human, so it sounded more like: "Flawk!" Frustration came over her as she heard her own, strangled voice thanks to the large, wolfen tongue and vocal cords. Serenade loved the change, loved her wolfen forms -- but the fact that she had to change back her vocal cords to be able to even sort of talk had always irritated the crap out of her. But then again, one could use a long tongue to their advantage. She poked it out of her mouth, trying to reach up to where the cut was.

The tip of her tongue touched something that tasted like blood, and she reached it a little higher, still barely touching the cut. Damn. She returned her tongue to her mouth, wiggling it around a little to rid herself of the taste of her own blood. It wasn't that she didn't like the taste, it was just that Serenade didn't want to end up going on some wild rampage in attempt to get more of the delicious stuff. And she knew she would, if she let herself.

Serenade tightened her muscles, fighting an inner battle in silence. Well, silence besides the crickets who sang through the night, and the odd sound of water in distant rivers.

Calm down. Focus on the smells around you, maybe that will help.

Besides the smell of her own blood, she immediately smelled that of the doe, and she remembered how hungry she was. Her stomach let out another low growl, and she sighed, apparently calm once more. Serenade layed down and curled up like a dog before it went to sleep...except she was very much awake. Her golden eyes practically glowed in the moonlight, which had touched her once more. The silvery beams gracefully lit her large, muscular body.

I would gladly devour you,
Can you sense my desire?

[Spirit]

Spirit continued to watch the stranger intently. She heard them growl angrily. It seemed to Spirit that the stranger was in pain as the sound they made sounded like 'fuck'.

Spirit sighed sadly. She didn't like the idea of someone in pain but she knew it was unwise to approach a complete stranger at night. Filled with doubt, Spirit just settled for watching the stranger. Spirit yawned and stretched a little, but didn't dare fall asleep. She wondered what they would do next.

[Stryker Loup Garou]

[do you mind if i join in? please reply in your in character post, that way i can delete this post afterwards thankies]

[Serenade Asmodeus]

[s'fine with me ^^]



Dark clouds and dark thoughts,
The night of the full moon breaks my barriers

Serenade sighed, crawling slightly more into moonlight, allowing it to wash over her fur and reveal her more than it had before when she had sat in the shadows. She felt oddly safe in the moonlight. A lot of the weres she knew were insecure around it, just because of what it made them become when the moon was full. But Serenade was not like that. Perhaps it was because she was a born werewolf, not one who had been bitten. There had been no ceremonial biting or anything, she had just been born one. Her mother and father had both been werewolves, and all their ancestors had been lycans also, for as long as they could remember. Serenade was fond of being a werewolf. It allowed her to do things that a normal human being couldn't. It also allowed her to let out her rage more easily. Instead of attacking other people in her life like most girls did -- spreading rumors, stealing dates, all that stuff -- she would attack the animals lower than herself, as she was a predator. Of course, in a way, most teenaged girls were predatory, but Serenade took on a whole new meaning to the word.

She curled her tail around her body, and she felt warm and happy, despite the annoying, throbbing pain on the side of her face. She dug her claws into the earth as another wave of pain came, then released as it left. She hated getting wounds. Serenade was unlike most weres -- she didn't heal quickly. She healed at the rate of a human being, sometimes slower. She hated her healing speeds, she often tried to avoid getting injured. The only place where injuries were normal on her body was her feet. Serenade's feet were disgusting, no one would touch them. They were calloused, scarred in various places, and, if you caught her before she took a shower, often dirty.

The young werewolf stood, ambled over to where she had heard the water from before (it turned out to be a small stream), and let the water wash over her face. It stung, but she winced and looked to see a reddish hue in the cold water, made silvery by the moonlight. A couple seconds passed, and she walked back and layed down for a while.

Becoming bored with her current position, she shifted again, stretching out her body to its full length. Serenade shifted her head again, making sure that the cut didn't touch the dirt of the ground, she guessed it wouldn't be smart. She breathed quietly, her ear that faced the sky turning around, searching for any sign of noise -- if that doe came back, it was dead meat for sure, she thought, as her stomach grumbled once again.

Greed builds up within me for animals,
That I massacre

[Spirit]

Spirit suddenly heard a faint noise nearby. She flicked her ears and sniffed the air, eventually picking up the presence of yet another lycan.

Feeling even more wary, Spirit draws herself up to her full height of 8 feet, flattens her ears, raises her hackles and growls a warning. She knew that things could get nasty with three lycans in the same area.

After a few tense moments, Spirit heard movement and a splash. She realsed the wounded stranger had gone to a stream to wash their wound. Shortly afterwards, the wounded lycan walked back into view. Spirit thanked her lucky stars that she had not been detected, yet.

[Serenade Asmodeus]

I feel a lust for blood here and now,
Deep in the night of the twinkling stars

She could have sworn that before she heard a noise like a snarl, but now she looked around and saw no one -- must have just been the sound of the creek. Well, maybe someone was around. Serenade shifted her body around a little, facing in a different direction now. She allowed her throat and vocal chords to switch back to human, so that this time, her speech might be a little less slurred than before. If there was someone there, Serenade was quite certain that she didn't want to sound like her brother after what he would refer to as a 'long night at work', which she was convinced was really a long night out drinking away his sorrows.

"Helwo?" she called, her wolfish tongue getting in the way. Her voice was, besides the tongue, much more human now -- she no longer had that low, growly sound to her voice, it was much higher and more feminine now. She pricked her ears up, raising her head high and searching for any sort of sound that would give away whether anyone else was there. Hopefully another were, or else she may have just scared the living daylights out of some poor jogger. She somehow doubted that any normal human being would consider talking wolves with humanesque anatomy to be something normal and everyday. Last Serenade checked, wolves walked on four legs all the time, generally had no odd markings, and off course, didn't run around talking to people.

She stretched herself out, ignoring the random throb of pain on the side of her face, and walked around the small moonlight clearing at a swift pace. "An'one the'a?" she called, circling her clearing still.

[note: An'one the'a = anyone there xD]

A sweet smell pulls me into the distance,
When I have completely seen the night

[Spirit]

Spirit stifled a giggle, then answered the stranger. "Hi. I'm here, obviously and there is another stranger around here somewhere." She continued to listen intently for danger. The other stanger was still in the area, as Spirit could still smell them.

After a while, Spirit sat down again. She was still wary of the strangers, though. She hoped they wouldn't threaten her.

[Arwen Loup Garou]

Returning from the Luna, back to the forests that skirted my cabin, I ran with abandon. Mick, Midian, and Synge would be joining us, letting Stryker and I run on ahead. Arya stayed with Siren and Cole, no better place for her while we returned to the cabin in preparation to take out Tempest Hollow. The scent of other shifters, new wolves hit my nose. I signalled to Stryker to circle around, both of us coming in from opposing directions, in case the lycans were hostile. It was always best to use caution in these matters. We'd met many shifters over the years, and just recently we'd met Kami the Kitsune, Aalaria the weretiger, and Ursa the werebear. The two scents that I now tracked were werewolf, lycan, both of my kind. In some ways that made the situation seem safer. I was much more confident dealing with wolves. All shifters can be tense, wary, and often challenge others over territory or food. However, mixing the different breeds can cause more problems than having more than one pack of wolves around.

Both were female, one was wounded. From the smell of the blood, it had congealed, but not healed. Curious. Why didn't she shift and heal, like the Loup Garou or other shifters? Perhaps she was another that was unable to heal with the change. Still, she should be healing faster than a human, but the blood cogulated, it's coppery scent not as sharp and yet not decayed. They were near the stream, a voice echoing softly after a snarl, both carried above the near silent trickle of the stream.

I approached them slowly, and from the south. The injured female to my right, the other to my left. I dipped my silver furred head in greeting. Stryker was near, I could both sense and smell her. "Hello, to both of you." I looked from the injured werewolf to the uninjured lycan at my left. "Forgive me for speaking into your minds like this, it's the only way I can communicate in this form. If you think back at me, I will hear you. In fact, the four of us should all be able to communicate in this manner now that I've opened the channels." I grinned at them both, settling back to sit on my haunches. I shook my head, the silver chain that held my amulet jingled slightly. "I am Arwen Loup Garou. It is a pleasure to meet you both." I stood again, anxious over the wound on the one werewolf. "Are you ok? How did you get hurt?" I asked as I padded closer to her. She was in the half shift form, not the four legged wolf, but the wolfish human, on two legs. It tickled me to see her like this, reminded me fondly of the munin. I wanted to lick her wound, but held off, waiting until she would be comfortable with such a gesture. I was partly afraid that a hunter had injured her, we'd been gone from the cabin and these woods for a time, and without us protecting the forest, hunters often came. If another hunter was in the area, that meant we had more problems that just Tempest Hollow to deal with.

I reached to Stryker's mind, sending her the image of the two wolves near me. I could almost see her shadow now, moving along the northern edge of the small gathering. I cut off the image, knowing she could easily see them now, and hear and smell as much as I had. "I haven't scented any hunters, but this one's injured. Shall we invite them to the cabin?" I wanted Stryker's opinion on bringing the two wolves to the cabin. They appeared to have just met as well, but neither seemed overly hostile, and the injury that hadn't even begun to heal on the one female was bothering me a great deal. I know it's just the fact that if it were me, I could shift and be done with it. She didn't seem to have that luxury, nor did she have the fast healing most lycans possess. It made me curious, along with the worry about infection. I pranced on my front paws, whimpering as I gazed at the wounded werewolf. My tongue kept popping out, licking my lips. Gods I wanted to clean her wound! Instead, I'd simply wait for Stryker to arrive, and hear these two lycans out.

[Stryker Loup Garou]

"You will come back, won't you?" The words of my daughter twisted my heart as if a jagged blade had sliced into my body, ripping at nerves and tender flesh as I glanced down into her eyes and pulling her into a hug. "Of course baby, of course." I whisper over and over, kissing her forehead before her hand was once again, in Syren's, who held onto my little girl and I knew she would be safe. So, standing up, I brushed dust from my pants with my hands, before looking at the Alpha Cole, an the Lupa Syren. "Thank you. For accepting me back, initiating Arya and I and bonding Midian and I through the ritual. And also, thank you for consenting to look after Arya while we-" I break off as Syren hugs me, then Cole. "Once a Loup Garou-" He began until Mick cut off him. "Always a Loup Garou." My heart swarmed and brimmed with pride at my family, and with one ruffle of Arya's hair, I step back, knowing if I prolonged this, I wouldn't want to go anywhere, but stay right here. Leaving my daughter, it was hard.

I began to walk, stripping off my clothes and setting them down, just as Cole was saying goodbye to Mick and telling him that when he returned, his Duke position would not be filled by anyone else and he was welcome to it. Synge wanted to offer words, but they wouldn't be of any comfort, and striding ahead, I felt rather than saw, the others strip from their clothes for the shift. A few moments later, Mick returned to us, kissing Arwen's cheek before getting ready to shift himself. "Ready Midi?" I stand close to my mate, resting my head on his shoulder before my body started to change and distort, becoming the wolf I was born as, that we were all born as. Five sets of paws hit the ground, meaning twenty singular paws, before we started to get a rhythm going. We ran, together, the five of us. Arwen, Synge, Midian and Mick. We would return to the cabin, plan and get ready for the assault on Tempest's Hollow. "I know you guys want to run. Go ahead. You know to call if you ever need us." Mick's voice reverberated on the line, and grinning, I took off ahead with Arwen, both of us running together like old times.

The ground felt nothing against my paws, it was as if I was running on air. Trees and other animals whizzed past as we pushed ourselves, and then, the scent of blood was like a bomb in my head, causing me to glance at my sister, with worry gnawing at my insides. I saw her signal and nodded, going the opposite way and making my way through the bush and ground, the wolves scent stayed sharp in my nasals. Arwen went closer and spoke with her mind, and I stayed silent. Still, quiet, frozen, like a statue in time. Sniffing the air once again, I deemed it was appropriate for me to carry on, silent as a shadow, padding my way closer to the gathering of the two wolves. It wasn't long until Arwen sent me an image of the two wolves, and speaking to her, and just to her, I began. "I see them." My tone of voice wasn't rude, merely curious to know why these two were out here, and why one was hurt.

"If they are not a threat, I don't see why we should leave them out here. If they prove they will not harm or be too hostile, I have no problem with them coming to the cabin." I thought of Synge going nuts when he saw these two, he loved meeting other shifters, and Midian and Mick would be watchful, but they were rather tuned in with others, so if they really were not a threat, they would be warm and open, but they wouldn't hesitate to attack if needed. With that in my mind, I did feel a bit safer, even if my trust issues were damaged, and moving so the others could see me, I tilt my head. "I am Stryker Loup Garou, Arwen happens to be my sister. If you require assistance for that wound, we would happily help. And like Arwen said, you should be able to communicate back with us like this. Telepathy between the Loup Garou is normal, and once a Loup Garou has opened up that channel in your mind, you will never lose this ability. Handy when you are shifted and are unable to speak apart from the usual growls and barks of a wolf." I grin wolf like at the end, finding it rather amusing although I had no clue why.

[Spirit]

Spirit lifted her head and thought back to Stryker and Arwen, "Hi. My name is Spirit Silverfang. Apart from talking like this and barking and growling, I can also communicate with ordinary humans, not that I enjoy it."

After saying this, Spirit got up and stretched. She needed her strength for the journey ahead of her. Not only was she to go with them, but the wounded lycan as well. Spirit smiled at the thought of it. She hadn't been around other lycans since her family was attacked.

[Serenade Asmodeus]

My desire is kindled,
And the hunter in me awakens...

Serenade's ears pricked up as she heard the voice, her muscles went tense with natural caution as she heard it, but then relaxed quickly. She was about to make an attempt at communication again, when something distracted her from her original purpose.

A voice sounded in Serenade's mind, and the lycan whirled around to face another werewolf, and a snarl immediately began to form on her lips. She had never enjoyed the benefits of any sort of 'psychic' gifts, and was very against the idea of someone poking around in her brain, probing her thoughts and memories. The idea just irked her, but all the same, she listened to the voice in her head. Serenade allowed the snarl to fade back to a small glare in the other lycan's direction, she was very wary of such gifts.

The channels? What was she talking about? And this was why Serenade hated these people who meddled around in minds. It wasn't natural. Of course, when one was a werewolf, nothing was exactly natural. But still.

Although, Serenade got the feeling this was less proding at her mind and memories and more just...listening to her thoughts as they crossed her mind, as she spoke to the others through it. Interesting, it was a concept that was new to her. As the newly arrived lycan finished, Serenade decided to give this strange thing a try.

"Serenade Asmodeus," Serenade replied, narrowing her eyes slightly. "And let's just say I've been better, yes? Stupid fucking retarded deer..." Serenade cut herself off. Better not to throw of her company by letting them here just how much she could swear in one sentence. Although she was much more a fan of making friends and having conversations with the opposite sex, this would have to do for now.

And then, a scent alerted her of the presence of another werewolf nearing them.

Oh, great, more.

"I'm called Serenade Asmodeus," Serenade repeated her name to the newcomer. Telepathy. It was a strange feat, but Stryker was right -- it could come in handy. It wasn't as if she was never around other shifters, and it was nice to have some sort of communication besides just her slurred speech. After all, Serenade knew that not everyone had the luxury of being able to transform their vocal cords at all, at least she could to the point where speech was possible. It just was hindered slightly by her long, wolfen tongue.

Spirit. So that was the name of the other lycan. So now, she had to remember Arwen, Stryker, and Spirit. Interesting names, though Serenade was one to talk. It wasn't as if her name was particularly common among humankind, or werewolfkind for that matter.

In the ancient moonlit woods,
Is my dwelling

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