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The silver light of Luna now seemed to reflect a cold and ghastly luminosity that seemed to rime the city blocks and the surging shadows as from the breath of some ancient and malevolent giant of the cold wastes. The roars of the Malandanti filled the ears of the werewolves, seeming to be an unfeeli...

Welcome, Cookie! Pleasure to meet you.

There's actually quite a bit to do here, so feel free to dive in.

Erhard whirled at the sound of Thunderclaw's roar of rage. <<No!>> he wailed. <<Don't!>> Too late. Howls and shrieks began to sound all round. All at once, the night air was filled with overwhelming noise. Not more terrible could have been the chaos and cacophony if the demons of the pit itself had ...

Erhard leapt up and scrambled to the roof of an adjoining building. After looking around and sniffing the air, he called softly down, his eyes glinting. <<We need to keep moving. Thunderclaw, if you and Sarence can get hold of your contact, well and good. But we can't stay at street level for long. ...

Erhard cast his gaze to and fro. Where indeed could they go? With every street filthy from the foul touch of evil... Then he looked up. "The roofs. The thieves' highway. We should easily be able to jump from roof to roof. I haven't seen evidence that any of these things have the ability to fly....

It wasn't long before Erhard found the new scent as well. He tasted... something... <<That smell,>> he said in the true speech. <<It's almost like...>> He whined softly, struggling to contain conflicting feelings and reservations. Could it be? He glanced quickly at a building whose boarded up window...

From the Wolf Education and Research Center: "In an attempt to protect food that cannot be consumed immediately, wolves have adopted a behavior known as caching. To cache is to bury food in a shallow depression thus preventing avian scavengers from detecting the item. Wolves then return and une...

Erhard was making to follow Yami when a ghoulish cry sounded from somewhere in the forest. In a vague way it resembled the howl of a wolf, but perverted and mangled into a burbling shriek that made the four werewolves bare their teeth in revulsion and hatred. Then another similar call sounded from a...

Well as Poe said, "They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who only dream by night." Welcome aboard, Jackel!

Erhard sniffed the air and his muscles tensed. An old, familiar smell and not a welcome one. But not coming from the Devil’s Seat. Perhaps another scouting force, trying to find out what had happened to their vanguard? He hoped so. They weren’t ready for a pitched battle. “It’s inadvisable to simply...

Erhard glanced at each of his companions in turn. Together they would be a formidable pack by any mundane standards, but the enemies they were about to face would blast the sanity of anyone who was unprepared. Still, he could not ignore Yami's vision. Like it or not, they were all involved now. They...

Interesting thread, everyone. Rapid emotional healing is an interesting fit with physical healing, assuming that werewolves would be driven purely by laws of biology. If there was ever a supernatural context to consider, that might not apply. Please correct me if I'm wrong (chalk it up to "newb...

OOC: Hi, Wolfward! The more, the merrier I say. Just to be clear, is Sarence's wolf form a pure wolf or an upright humanoid form? It may be useful to know later. ====================== Erhard nodded sagely, seemingly unperturbed by the arrival of the white werewolf. "Visions of great war imply ...

Alphas, Erhard thought to himself. They're impossible sometimes. A moment of concentration and the genetic factories in his throat reconfigured his vocal chords. A soft crooning came from Erhard's muzzle, an otherworldly song that bid his companions stop to listen. It seemed to speak of olden times ...

My niece is visiting me from Hawaii, so right now I'm sitting in the kitchen listening to Mickey Mouse on TV. Does that count?

Hi, Olea! You are most welcome. Feel free to exercise your lycanthropic tendencies. And don't worry: enough of us have shed on the furniture that one more won't matter.

The fur on Erhard's spine stands on end briefly at the entrance of the stranger. He turns to face the newcomer, his eyes taking in his features and sniffing cautiously for a scent either of recognition or danger. "If you're right, friend, then we may already be out of time. How did you know to ...

Allow me to extend the greetings of a fellow newbie! Welcome, Fallenwolf.

Erhard got to his feet and began to pad alongside Yumi, taking a direction further into the mountains. "There is a place that some of our scouts have called the Devil's Seat, perhaps in honor of Poe's Bishop's Hostel. It's high up, little more than a niche in the living rock, but it overlooks t...

OOC: Hi Thunderclaw! If Silvermoon has no objections, feel free to jump in whenever you wish. :) Good to have you aboard! "Well, doctor or no, I'm glad you're here," Erhard said. He applied the spray to the wound, a whine escaping his lips as the analgesic briefly stung the rapidly closing...

Erhard lowered himself slowly and rested against a tree, the fur of his chest matted with blood and his tongue lolling out of his mouth. "It will be easier if I stay in my hunter form," he said amidst grunts of discomfort. "I'll heal quicker this way. But the vrolok's claws are poison...

Erhard finished the last of the brutes with a swipe of his hand claws that cut through the pharyngeal bone and finished off the frontal lobe of what passed for the brain of the beast. For a moment, he stood panting over his slain enemy, his claws and teeth dripping with black ichor. Then he turned f...

Erhard chuffed in amusement. <<You'll eat well tonight, then.>> Then, <<Look out!>> One of the vroloks, the thing with the twin muzzles, had turned toward Yami, sprinting toward him, double tongues lolling horribly as it left a trail of yellow sputum. It's roar sounded like the cry of a fiend from t...

The two werewolves sprang at their enemies, teeth bared. Before the monsters could react, their foes were on them in a flurry of teeth and claws. Erhard forced back the neck of the creature closest to him and bit deep, causing a sickening crunch of bone that cut short the twisted thing's scream. He ...

A horrible roar issued from the bushes and Yami saw Erhard flying through the air, tossed by some invisible force. The brown-black werewolf twisted in mid-air, scrabbling for purchase, and dug into the ground as his claws fought to arrest his backward motion. Yami could see a red gash across his che...