Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Yours Truely,
The Staff
season
Summer 2022
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
With April, an activity check has arrived for members to do! Please post on the AC and tag all your accounts, including WIPs and OOC accounts. Failure to post on this AC will result in your accounts being marked inactive or deleted. Please note, due to a late start, the due date for this check has been adjusted for one time and one time only.
The snow that fell from the sky was crystalline white, softening the shadowy gray of the dark pavement as it stacked itself into roughly a foot of icy snow. As it fell It muffled the busy sound of Lorsette, silencing the already quiet nighttime. It was late, in fact the very early hours of the morning. She had lost track of the time, but figured it was somewhere around 1 or 2 AM. The streets were illuminated with the foggy light of street lamps, perhaps eerie in their nature. Quinn hardly fit here. She was fiery and energetic, a force that didn’t seem to belong trotting down the dismally grayscale sidewalk. It surprised her that the city wasn’t more active, despite it being so late at night. The sky was flooded by the vibrant full moon, and the lack of lycanthropes drawn to its glow was unusual. They were at their strongest tonight, and Quinn could feel the ripple of her strength causing the unrest that drove her from her bed. She could never sleep on full moon nights–something not particularly unusual, really. As a scout, she was naturally curious, but also innately adventurous with a need to stick her nose into the happenings of the town. As expected, most of the activity occurring so late at night was tied to the availability of entertainment and drink: two things found most readily at The Golden Crown.
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Quinn was far too young to fit in to the bar scene, but such a fact would never keep her from checking something interesting out. The shouts and laughter of those much older than her had been discernible for miles, and as she neared it her sensitive ears picked up tidbits of conversations. As a wolf–the form she typically preferred when she didn’t have to speak English, or was exclusively around other lycanthropes and canines–she poked around the corner of a building, appearing almost to be a floating, curious head. The shouting had gotten louder, although there were too many voices to discern exactly what was being said. Quinn scrunched her noise up at the harsh scent of alcohol wafting from both the establishment and people, causing a stinging that made her bring a foot up to her muzzle to paw at the discomforted nerves there. What nasty stuff, she thought, wondering why anyone at all would subject their bodies to such poison. Couldn’t they sense how dangerous that foul liquid was? Perhaps they just didn’t care. Adults could be rather weird. [break][break] She was pulled from her musings as an onlooker when a rather scraggly individual was tossed out into the snow. A large fluff of the white stuff flew into the air, and the stink of alcohol pouring out of his pores was palpable–Quinn gagged in spite of herself, cursing her heightened sense of smell in light of both her species and the enlarged moon. She could hear the man spouting expletives and other things she really didn’t understand. What she could understand, however, was how he snuck his hand up a passing woman’s skirt. The woman screeched, slapping him and walking away into the safety (Quinn puzzled herself at the perhaps wrong description) of the bar. He responded by calling her ugly and some other less-than-child-friendly things that had Quinn boiling by the time he walked away in her own direction. Quinn knew nothing of the man, whether he was also a lycanthrope or something else entirely more dangerous. But she did know she didn’t care. The moon emboldened her, but that was hardly necessary given how audacious she was to begin with. As the idiot neared the corner, Quinn gathered her strength in her haunches and leapt up, crushing his arm tightly in her jaws.
Riley had been wandering around the streets, being in her German Shepherd form because she was much happier than being in her human form. She had a pack that she enjoyed spending her time with, mostly helping them get food and making sure they were okay but it couldn't be helped that if she was in danger they would come to her recuse. She had just finished checking up on her fellow strays before she had heard a lady scream from nearby. She started running in that direction, heading towards The Golden Crown. It wasn't long before the lady had passed by her, she had slowed down because it looked like to her the woman was fine now, but instead of turning around she had kept moving forward, somewhat interested to find out what had caused the woman to scream.
It was only a few minutes more before she had heard a guy screaming out as if in pain. She turned the corner and saw that he was being bitten by what looked like a wolf, the scent was strong, but not that of a wolf but of something else but she couldn't exactly put her finger on it just yet. The guy had tried tossing Quinn off of him, but then noticed Riley and had rushed towards her. She stopped walking, at first she had the interest of trying to help him out but as soon as he had rushed towards her, she had moved to the side so that he wouldn't get a chance to touch her. The guy didn't seem to take no for an answer and had once more tried reaching out to touch her again.
She growled at him, the last thing she wanted was to attack him but if he didn't keep his hands to himself she would have no choice but to bite him. The guy had ignored her and reached out to grab her anyway. She bite his hand, watching him scream out in pain as she moved so that there would once more be distance between them. Maybe he is the reason why I heard that woman scream earlier.... She thought to herself, waiting patiently for him to come at her again. The guy had advanced towards her once more, most likely because she was closer than the wolf or so she assumed it to be his reason. She growled at him before lunging for him, if he wasn't going to leave her alone she would give him a reason to remember.
After biting him on the shoulder, she had felt him grab onto her sides before yanking her off of him and tossing her onto the ground. I didn't survive this long just for you to attack me. She got up, looking in the direction of the lycanthrope before moving onto the other side of the guy so that his back would be turned to the lycanthrope. He better remember that he had chosen to attack me and not the other way around.... She thought to herself as she prepared for him to come at her again.
Quinn’s body bristled, a picture of blurred fur extended down across her small body. This guy stunk badly, and it set her nose on fire. Blood pooled into her mouth, but the taste was natural. She was comparatively weak, but the full moon made her strong and the feeling of his bones crushing to the pressure was rewarding. Wolves could be prone to bloodlust at its taste, making her attuned to the hunt and as she locked on she could feel the familiar warmth flood through her. With modern human technology the need to hunt was low, and truly she did not like the texture of raw meat anyways. But the instinct was strong, and a loud snarl racked her body as she jerked her head and felt the rip of tendon. Perhaps unjustly a savage response, for although she was fierce she had never been particularly violent. But even as she recognized it she couldn’t exactly help it either. The movement of his flailing arm did little to release her grip, but when a fist bashed her in the side of the head she unceremoniously let go with a small yelp. It was more out of surprise than pain, and she had honestly thought to be done with him, anyways. [break][break] Perhaps it was his drunken stupor that made him turn on the dog that had turned up behind them, or maybe he thought that they were together. She hadn’t noticed the appearance of a new scent between the alcoholic’s odor and the blood that stained her muzzle, but she knew they were no lycan–beyond that she could tell little else except they did not smell quite like just a dog either. Her ears were forward, and her tail pointed vertically. The effect made her look far bigger than she actually was, something she was actually quite fond of. It wasn’t this man’s day, whoever he was, but the situation had become both a streak of justice and entertainment for Quinn. When a group of partisans at the bar–probably bouncers given their formidable size–poured outside to check out the commotion, Quinn chose to make quick work of the idiot who turned his back on her. Running, she pounced squarely on his back, making him tumble face first into the snow as she postured on top of him. He had lost a lot of blood from the injury to his arm, which may impact his ability to use his hand at full capacity despite surgery. It was enough of a punishment as far as she was concerned, and as the two canines caused a ruckus outside of the bar a couple of members had begun to try and shout them off. Quinn felt compelled to oblige. [break][break] She struck a valiant pose before taking off down the street, snow flying in her wake. She figured they wouldn’t be chasing her–or the dog that had shown up if they chose to follow along. Not that they would catch her anyway. Quinn was insanely fast, even for a werewolf, and her speed was peaking that night. The rush of cold air through her fur and against her face and chest was exhilarating, and she felt that she could run forever. Quinn dabbled with the thought for a moment, before slowing down and eventually stopping. Had she been human, she would have been laughing–a loud, peeling laughter that could uplift the spirit of entire rooms. Instead, she took to throwing herself into a rather large snowbank, rolling on her back into the cold snow with her tongue lolling happily out of her mouth.
Riley caught the new scent as people poured out of the bar but she hadn't been paying much attention to them, she was looking at the guy in front of her. The guy had come towards her again, making the mistake of not looking at the wolf who pounced him from behind. The guy was on the ground, she stood her ground as she watched and waited to see what the wolf planned on doing next, the shouting had made her turn her head to look at the people yelling at them to leave. She would be more than willing, but before she had a chance to run off somebody had the nerve to touch her.
She growled, trying to get away but the guy had started pushing her away. It wasn't the fact that she was being pushed, it was the fact that she hated being touched in general and even after growling at him, the bouncer continued trying to push her to move anyway. She bite at his hand, the bouncer screamed out in pain as she growled at him again. If she thought she would be able to run away before, that chance was lost as soon as another bouncer had tried grabbing at her.
I had no problem leaving but they won't stop trying to reach out for me.... She thought to herself, somewhat annoyed at the idea of having to run away from them when she would have gone willingly before being touched. Maybe it was the fact she hadn't moved quick enough, or maybe it was the fact that she had bite the bouncer in the first place, all she knew was that when the two bouncer had tried coming for her again she had found herself dodging them before running off in the same direction as the wolf.
She didn't get out without consequences however. Somebody had created a fire ball in their hand and had thrown it at her, the fire ball had burned her back and she yelped in pain. Unable to run, she forced herself to keep moving forward, hoping that they weren't still following after her as she moved. After a few minutes of moving she had looked behind herself to see that there wasn't anybody behind her so she slowed down before coming to a stop.
Her upper back hurt, having a fire ball thrown directly at her back. She couldn't help but wonder what degree burn she had gotten from not leaving fast enough. She standing took so much effort, walking had taken even more. She was just so tired and her back hurt so much. She lost her balance and fell on her side, her side could feel the cold snow up against it. She forced herself on her back as to try and numb the pain from the burn.
Feeling the freezing snow up against her back made her yelp in surprise, hopefully it wouldn't be long before numbness would seep into her back. She couldn't help but wonder how the lycanthrope was doing, hopefully she hadn't run into anymore trouble during their escape. Riley felt herself slowly shifting back into her human form.
It took her a moment to realize she hadn’t been followed by the stranger, and she couldn’t help but be puzzled. Quinn was fast, but she still had a scent–a smell made easier to follow by the watery atmosphere of winter. Laying on her side in the snow with her head on her paws, she stared back up the road in wait. Perhaps she had been too fast. Pack behavior was second nature to her, and she found herself without one for the time being. It was an oddity for a wolf that was still so young, and probably more pup-like than adult. It had the effect of making her bond with others quickly, so she had expected the two to meet up after the show Quinn had put on. After a few agonizingly long moments passed, she used the snow to clean the blood from her muzzle and body before shaking the snow and moisture from her fur. It was a cold night, but she didn’t notice much. Her fur had gotten thick for the winter, and provided a comfortable level of protection against the freezing elements. She sprayed the white stuff every where before trotting back up the street. Quinn could still faintly hear the echoes of commotion at the bar on the wind, and as she backtracked an ambulance rushed by. The brown wolf sat on her haunches to watch it go, panting easily with a scratch to just behind her ears. Sucks for him, she thought smugly, hoping he’d learn some type of lesson from the encounter. Should have ripped his gross hand straight off. [break][break] With the wind she could just vaguely smell out her newfound friends (if they could be called that) scent. The increase in her abilities allowed her to pinpoint its location, along with the slight smell of burnt fur. Uh oh, that doesn’t smell good. she thought, tilting her head curiously before taking off at a quick-paced lope. It wasn’t long until she thought she pinpointed the origin of the scent, although they looked far different than the dog she remembered. Firstly, they were very much human. As she neared them she slowed down with her tail straight out horizontally in a show of wary interest, stopping to consider whether her noes had led her astray after all. This was not a lycanthrope, she knew that for sure, but they were hardly the only species that could take on a canine appearance anyways. They looked hurt though, and Quinn trusted her senses. She followed her noes to them, stopping again a couple feet away and stretching out her neck to sniff at them. Satisfied, she shifted back to her haunches and tilted her head curiously. [break][break] ”You smell hurt friend.” she said out loud, shifting back to her human form. Her wolf ears and tail remained, twitching in the wind as she crouched on the snow. She wore her usual jacket–a red, fur-lined coat with a hood the same white color as the fur that lined her ears and tipped her tail. It was secured over a light, blue sweater that hung loosely over a pair of fleece-lined black leggings that disappeared into her dark ankle boots. Unlike her wolf form, her human form didn’t afford her much warmth, and before leaving her room at the TRS headquarters she had at least thought to dress warmly and comfortably. While audacious, Quinn couldn’t help but feel responsible for the injury. After all, she had been the one seeking trouble. But then again, she wasn’t quite sure how she could help much, either.
Riley was laying on her back, wearing a red blouse with black slacks. Her head turned slightly to see the lycanthrope from earlier. It would take a lot of effort to get up, if the lycanthrope chose to attack her next but then again, if she had wanted to attack her she most likely would have done it by now. Not that Riley could defend herself because frankly her back hurt too much to try. The lycanthrope had sat back on her haunches and Riley felt some relief that she didn't have to worry about being attacked even though they were on the same side back at the bar.
"I had a fire ball thrown at me when I was leaving." She admitted as she moved to sit up, flinching before laying back down on the snow again. The lycanthrope had shifted back into her human form, though she still had ears and a tail. Speaking of ears and at tail... She thought to herself as she moved a hand up to her forehead to make sure that the German Shepherd ears hadn't stayed around this time.
She was relieved to notice they hadn't then she moved her hand to her lower back to make sure there wasn't a random tail there either. Sure she couldn't feel it as she laid on the snow but it was better to be safe than sorry. She sighed with relief when she noticed she didn't seem to have a tail either, meaning that she had completely shifted back into her human form without any problems at all.
She couldn't help but glance back over at the lycanthrope to make sure that she didn't appear injured either, from what she could tell the girl seemed to look just fine to her. "I guess they weren't a fan of me biting them after they touched me...." She looked up at the sky, "I had being touched and if they had been patient, I would have left but they just kept pushing me away....."
She couldn't say that she regretted biting the bouncer because she honestly didn't, but she did regret getting hit by the unexpected fireball when she had tried making her exit. I'm just glad that they got me and not one of my fellow strays.... She thought to herself before looking back over at the lycanthrope. "I'm Riley." She added, figuring now would be as good of a time as any to introduce herself.
"Your not hurt, are you?" She asked, hoping that the girl was fine but if she wasn't she might have to return back to the bar for another possible go. There wasn't a good enough reason to hurt a kid, not even if she started it but then again, she had wandered in that direction because some lady screamed before so perhaps this girl had a reason for attacking the guy also.
Quinn stood up, straightening her posture in a large stretch before scratching the back of her head. ”No, I’m not hurt. Sorry about that fam,” she danced in a small circle, hopping from one leg to the other. ”The moon is full tonight!” she exclaimed in a sing-song voice as though to cheer up the circumstances, staring up into the sky. It was exhilarating. Even though she was one of them, Quinn did not really know the origin of the lycanthrope connection to the moon. It wasn’t something she ever had to learn or be told. Even the tiniest pups could sense the strength of the moon, when her kind roamed the earth free from worry or fear. Packs would run through the night, a show of companionship and strength as they howled over their territory–the smallest pups yipping and yapping as they learned the song. They were glorious nights. The memories of her mother and father leading their large pack through the woods they claimed saddened her. She had not known the strength and friendship of a pack for a long time, and in that moment, she lowered her gaze to the ground for but a second, pondering the life she left behind. But she couldn’t go back there. Not yet, anyways. [break][break] She turned back to Riley with a sheepish grin, ”I’m Quinn.” she crouched back down, a genuine look of concern causing her to pout her lips. Quinn had never been seriously burned before, but she had accidentally burned her fingers on steam trying to take something out of a microwave. She knew it could be surprisingly painful, and that the burning sensation continued for a long time after the injury had actually occurred. But she also supposed the snow was helping, although Riley surely couldn’t stay out in the snow forever. ”That guy deserved it. But I’m sorry you’re hurt. Why didn’t you follow me?” She probed, chatty as usual and, in her rambling character, not making the connection that Riley had stayed behind because of the people shooing them away. ”I don’t know what their problem was anyway!” she shouted, jumping up and crossing her arms defiantly. ”That guy stuck his stinking hand up that lady’s skirt. It was gross and so was he! I hope he loses his hand.” She humphed, turning her head back in the direction of the bar. ”What a bunch of losers.” [break][break] On cue, the ambulance came driving back past them, too urgent on reaching the hospital to pay attention to the two girls outside at such a late hour. She crouched back down again–the excessive up-and-down not at all unusual for her. The temperature was continuing to drop and it was frigid; it was probably good for Riley’s injury, but not for their overall health. Quinn’s breath rose up in gray puffs in the cold air. She wouldn’t make Riley move, something she figured would be painful, and she was equally stubborn, so she wouldn’t bring it up. Eventually, however, they would need to find shelter of some sort. For now, though, Quinn was content to simply draw her jacket closer around her shoulders.
Riley sighed in relief, "I'm happy you aren't hurt." She answered after a few moments, it would make her upset if Quinn had been hurt too. It was amusing to see the amount of energy Quinn had, it was hard to hold back a grin as she watched her. Suddenly Quinn had looked down at the ground, appearing to have looked sad or at least it looked that way to Riley who couldn't help but feel sorry for her. She would have to cross that bridge later though, for now she had introduced herself and to her surprise the young lycanthrope had given her a name in return. "It's a pleasure to meet you Quinn." She answered with a small smile, despite the fact of her back hurting, she didn't want to ruin the moment by talking about the pain, besides the snow was giving her back a numb feeling.
She listened to Quinn explain how the guy had deserved it. "I made the mistake of not rushing off as you had and was caught in the moment with those bouncers." She explained the hold up and how being touched had made her move even slower before later earning her a burn on the back by one of the bouncers. "In the end I just couldn't keep up...." She sighed, "Though if they had chosen to follow me, I'm glad for my slowness because they wouldn't have gotten you too." She honestly meant that one, the last thing she wanted was to run the risk of putting somebody else in danger. "I think to them we just looked like two animals looking for trouble...." Riley shook her head slightly. "So I was right, he was the reason for that woman screaming...."
It was nice to know that she had a reason for attacking the guy after all, but then again he had rushed at her and she had defended herself. "That moron just couldn't keep his hands to himself after drinking that stuff." She wasn't interested in drinking alcohol but she knew of the side effects that came along with it. She closed her eyes for a moment, the pain in her back was slowly going away but the numbness would make it difficult to move later. "I hope they didn't make me bleed." She opened her eyes, somewhat upset that she was laying on her back so she wasn't able to feel the burn. "Hopefully he learned his lesson." She didn't think losing his hand would keep him from doing that action again but she didn't want to worry Quinn over it.
She turned her head to see the ambulance driving past them. I almost wish that was for me but I don't want to deal with people or the bill for having to handle my burned back... She forced herself to lean up, it hurt like hell but it had to be done if she didn't want to freeze to death. "Are you cold?" She asked after a few minutes. Though she was freezing herself, she didn't feel a great need in confessing such a thing. It wouldn't be long before her back started hurting again so she would have to move out of this cold and get herself some pain killers. "We should get out of this weather, the temperature is just going to keep dropping." She slowly forced herself to stand all the way, moving so much had caused her back to slightly sting in the process. Walking is going to be so much harder than I thought....
Quinn shrugged her shoulders at Riley’s explanation. Seemed a little bit silly to get hurt over someone touching you when you could just take off. But who was she to judge? Besides, she couldn’t help but giggle momentarily, ”It’s okay. There aren’t a lot of people that can keep up with me anyways.” It was a bit of a humble brag, but also just factually true. Granted, there were gifted with speed that made her dizzy, but they were different. Quinn was just naturally swift and sure-footed, two necessary traits in a world where she paled in comparison to other people’s powers and abilities. Of course, however, there was the issue of her temperament that voided all of that anyways. One would expect that Quinn use her abilities to flee from danger, not run right into it. She was a juvenile that could certainly use the watchful eye of packmates, and in all honesty she still lived like she had that back up when she certainly did not. Those habits were hard to break, and Quinn really believed that she’d rather risk getting seriously hurt over being disrespected. It was a combination of various types of luck that had seen her safely to this point, to be sure. [break][break] Unfortunately, Quinn didn’t like hospitals or doctors, and the idea of accidentally running into the guy from before would inevitably end in a nasty snarl from her. As Riley rolled into an upright position, Quinn repositioned herself to take a look at it. There was burning to the clothing of course, and she could distinctly identify that burnt flesh smell. Most burns didn’t bleed unless there was other trauma. Quinn didn’t look for too long. It looked back but not necessarily serious. ”We’ll clean it later, so it doesn’t get infected.” She had licked many a wound in her day, and wolf saliva was good for healing. Granted, it was preferable to find an actual healing medium, like a salve of some sort. But Quinn wasn’t knowledgeable on such things, and it was unlikely that they would find someone that would be at that hour – that wasn’t at the hospital anyways. ”We can try and go to the hospital if you want, but I think it’s pretty far away from here…” she trailed, thinking that they wouldn’t really be able to walk the whole way and expect to get there any time soon. [break][break] She let Riley get her own bearings, but eventually took it upon herself to prop Riley up with her shoulder. Quinn was smaller but could still carry a good amount of weight if Riley wanted to lay it on her. She was weak for a lycanthrope but strong compared to humans and various other species. It was decidedly cold, something she could actually muster up the humility to admit. ”Yeah, it’s freezing out here, and you’re all wet from the snow. It can’t be good for you.” Her adrenaline was wearing off and she couldn’t help but shudder as a breeze blew past them. As she offered her shoulder to help support Riley she glanced around them. It was empty, and she wasn’t exactly sure what destination they should have been heading for. ”Do you know a place we can go?” she implored, using her free hand to clutch her jacket around her neck. ”I live in TRS headquarters – I don’t think we can walk there from here.” she admitted. Truthfully, if she was alone, she could have made it back no problem. But it wasn’t like she was just going to up and leave, not at this point anyways.
Riley really hated being touched, it was very easily for her to decide not to run off when somebody had the nerve to do it over and over again. There was nothing worse than somebody behaving like that when she gave clear warning the first time. Quinn made her comment and Riley couldn't help but laugh lightly. "I believe it." Though she might have been able to catch up if she hadn't been burned, thinking of what might have happened instead of what happened was too much trouble and Riley chose to shove the unnecessary thoughts from her mind. She couldn't help but wonder why it seemed like Quinn was alone, it might have been the wrong assumption but instead of going back with her pack or at least she assumed all lycanthropes were in a pack, so it came to a surprise that nobody else was with her.
Even with her back hurting, she wasn't interested in going to a hospital. It wasn't just the fact that guy would be there, it was all the people she would have to put up with. Since her parents were dead she didn't have an interest of dealing with other people, if she did, she might have not minded being touched, hell she would have shifted into her human form more often. She couldn't see her burn, but she sure could feel it. "I can just wear ice once we get out of this weather...." She thought to herself, somewhat excited over the idea of icing her back but also somewhat embarrassed because her back would need to be cleaned and that meant lifting her shirt just to tend to her wound. Quinn mentioned the hospital but she shrugged it off. "The same hospital as that guy? No thanks."
Once she was standing, Quinn had allowed her to prop against her shoulder. It helped with keeping her balance, else she would have likely fallen back down by now. "Thank you." She answered as she tried figuring out where they might be able to go. Quinn answered her question, pointing out that she was all wet from the snow. "It was nice while it lasted." She still wasn't ready to admit that she was starting to become cold from soaking her clothes in snow. She was still trying to decide on where to go when Quinn had asked that very question. "Yeah, it is a bit of a walk, isn't it?" She had heard of TRS, having stalked a few of the scouts to get a feel for what exactly they did on a daily bases. "Lets head this way, I think there is an abandon building somewhere nearby here."
It was freezing and her back was hurting because it no longer had snow pressing up against it. The sooner I ice it and tend to it, the sooner this aching pain will go away.... She thought to herself, feeling somewhat drained from earlier. "Quinn, besides being apart of TRS are you alone out here?" The question was a simple one, even after all of this time, she still didn't have somebody else come looking for her. She couldn't help but feel sorry for her, wanting to do all she could to watch her back but she felt somewhat useless because her back was injured and Quinn was the one watching her back instead.
Quinn grunted in agreement at Riley’s disdain for sharing a hospital with that guy. She wiped her mouth absentmindedly with her free hand, a very late attempt to ensure that there wasn’t any blood left there. There wasn’t. Although she knew that zebras were hard-pressed to change their stripes, and that the man would probably remain a skeez-ball forever, at least he would have some incentive to think about where he was putting his hands. Even after corrective surgery his hand wouldn’t be the same. Quinn mused over it for a moment, knowing the memory of her jaw slicing through his tendons would stick with her for a while alongside the taste of blood. It wasn’t a taste she either liked or disliked–it just was. Lycanthropes were of wolves, and wolves were of nature. There was nothing more natural than blood. But Riley’s burn unnerved her somehow. Burns were little hell holes for infection, and as the skin healed it would be tight and restrict flexibility for some time alongside the pain of breaking the scaled over skin. It would be a long restorative process. Maybe a healer would be able to help after they were able to settle in for the rest of the dark hours. [break][break] She helped Riley along, her ears perked at the innate vulnerability of the situation. Quinn highly doubt they would be bothered, but as she was currently the most fit she naturally felt the instinct to listen out for dangers. She could feel the breeze increase the tension in the flared fur covering her tail, lifting the hem of her jacket slightly. ”I would fight someone over some hot chocolate right now,” she thought, nodding simultaneously at Riley’s passive question about TRS being quite a ways away from town. Quinn had wandered rather far in her late night curiosities, and she silently wondered if anyone would be looking for her if she wasn’t around in the morning. Her loud and brunt personality would be easy to miss, since it meant that the dormitory would actually be quiet for once in the morning. But then again, Quinn was young but couldn’t be exactly considered a child. Members of her unit were free to come and go as they pleased, so it wasn’t like they could do anything about her absence besides a rather frank scolding from some superior–something she was, needless to say, used to. [break][break] Quinn didn’t have any family in town. After all, she was an American by birth, and she was fairly confident her family was still in the States. Then again, Lycanthropes didn’t necessarily have the same respect for arbitrary lines drawn by countries, so who truly knew. Quinn smiled sheepishly, a wolf-toothed canine poking out as she chuckled softly, ”Yeah, I have a bad habit of wandering off I guess.” She figured there wasn’t much need to go into details presently unless she was asked further. Quinn had learned to not really tell adults about where she came from. Their reactions were almost always the same, and included telling her she ought to return home, or even trying to locate her parents themselves. Both were futile, and would probably have more negative effects than positives ones. If her parents figured out where she was, she’d simply be forced to move away again, and she liked it with the TRS. ”Is that it?” she implored, nodding towards a building that was suspiciously dark. Unlike that place, most inhabited buildings had at least a light or two on somewhere, the warmth brightening the darkness of night. She resolved to most likely shift back as a wolf once they were both safe, where at least her fur would offer some further protection from the chilly atmosphere.
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