|Aggressive Action| [Donna]

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It wasn't even December and the ground was covered in snow. In some places the snow piled feet into the air. And other places it was just inches off the ground. The white substance glistened with a brilliance like no other. The moon created just the right tone of light that made the snow look almost unearthly. Like something that could never appear naturally on it.

Large paw prints were indented in the white snow. A massive black furred figure sprawled under a tree, resting. A wolf, its fur tinted green on the edge of the long locks hanging from the side of its head. Its ears folded back and its maw stretched open in a yawn, white canines seemingly glowing against the moon light. The massive canine stretched its limbs, standing up and shaking the snow off his fur and scanning the area. His body craved fresh meat.

It had been forever since Zanga allowed himself to shift into a much less human form. He ignore the want to run under the moon again until it was impossible to ignore anymore. And so he gave in to temptation. For a while he just spent his time running deeper into the uninhabited forest. Sniffing and nosing everything. New smells and sights abundant, Zanga lost himself in it all. He soon forgot he was hungry. Until the sound of a growling stomach interrupted his already spaztastic attention span.

Digging his nose into the snow, he caught the scent of deer. He proceeded to follow suit and soon found the doe and calf grazing in an secluded area, away from easy view. But sharp green eyes capture the movement with no problem. His body sank low to the ground, eyes trained on the target, and he advanced forward with killer intent.


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[Donna Jordan]

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Donna shivered violently in the cold. By any rights, she should have been used to it, but life wasn't kind to the surviving humans, and she had sold most of her warm clothes in order to get here. Snow was beautiful, yes, but it was miserable for anyone who had to suffer through the biting cold. She yawned. It was tiring, being out here. She was smart enough to know not to go to sleep here in the snow -- she had grown up in Poland, for heaven's sake -- but that didn't stop her from being exhausted.

One wouldn't expect to find a member of an endangered species out in the middle of the snow-covered woods. There was a reason for her presence there, though: to the North-West of where she was now, there was a secluded cabin. That was where Donna was staying. It was far enough away from people to keep her scent hidden and was heated and well-stocked with food. She had found this safe house (for that was what it was) partly because of her good luck and partly because someone had tipped her off when she first got here. In any case, the house was where she was coming from. Her destination was a second safe house a ways away.

Donna paused and looked down at the compass in her shaking hands. It wasn't much good since she constantly had to go off course in order to avoid streams and rivers or things of that sort, but it was helping. South-East was the direction she was aiming for. Brushing some of the snow off of her shoulders with her free hand, the human set off again at a faster pace, tucking the compass into her pocket in order to rub her cold hands together.

There was silence in the area. Each of her steps made the snow crackle and the fallen leaves crunch. If there was someone with good hearing around, they'd certainly know where she was. Donna, however, was counting on the fact that there would be no one else around. There was no reason why anyone else would even want to be out here. It was lonely and windy and very, very cold.

Out of the corner of her eye, Donna spotted something: a fawn, young enough to still have the white spots on its coat, and its mother were grazing on the small bits of grass exposed by clear patches of earth. A smile crept over Donna's features and she got closer. It had been ages since she had seen deer that weren't on someone'se plate. They were sweet, with big soft noses and fluffy tails. Even the raggedy look the two of them had acquired because of snow and the increasing scarcity of food didn't fail to make her happy. It was a little thing, but Donna wanted to watch them forever. The deer were simple, and their lives weren't complicated, like hers. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice the wolf a ways away from the deer.

She must have stepped on some twig or branch or something, because all of a sudden there was a loud cracking noise. The deer looked up sharply then ran off, frightened by her presence. Donna swore under her breath and pulled back quickly, starting off towards her destination faster than before with the strange feeling that she was being watched.

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[Ghost]

It wasn't even two paw steps more towards his prey until something disturbed their oblivious grazing. The doe's head shot up and her eyes sparkled with panic, the fawn looking about very confused. Within seconds the two were disappearing into the cold dark of the forest. Unprepared for a chase and not even in the mood for one, Zanga rose from his stalking position, a growl leaving his muzzle.

The wolf looked about, quite irritated that some creature would scare his food away before he could even get a chance to give chase himself. There was the scent of human in the air, a scent that filled his nose and made him wrinkle his face in disgust. What was a human doing all the way out here? Hundreds of miles away from civilization it was still not far enough away from the blasted creatures.

Zanga absolutely despised humans. The very word made him grouchier than usual. Humans to him, were a nuisance. And ever present plague that would probably never leave the Earth. They survived holocausts, nuclear warfare, plagues, famines, droughts, you name it. No matter what it was there were always more left. Why wouldn't they ever give up and just succumb to everything? However, now the times have changed and what they once thought were fables and myths within tales of tales has indeed become real. They were always real. Humans just refused to believe in Werewolves and Vampires and Faeries and Demons. Most of them anyway. Demons however, were an ever present factor in human life. But that's a different story. Zanga digressed.

Green eyes trained on the perpetrator whom ruined his chances for a quick meal, he drew back his lips in a loud snarl. Zanga wanted to make himself known. He didn't bother lowering his head but instead he held it high, showing he was better. He was stronger and faster. And that he was not happy about this human-being ever so close to him. He would show her what it was to anger a wolf.


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[Donna Jordan]

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Donna could have felt the anger if she was half a mile away. It was so much more pronounced when it was directed at her; she didn't even turn around to see what it was that was so upset with her. Empathic abilities did not allow her to judge species from afar as it did emotions, but judging from the chilling growl coming from a little ways away, it was probably a werewolf. Regular animals didn't give out that kind of emotion. The human sighed quietly: at least it wasn't a vampire.

Turning around very slowly, trying to get enough of a glance at the wolf to know what she had angered without letting it see that she was afraid. Not that anything she could do at this point would keep it from knowing how absolutely terrified she was; when overcome with strong emotions, Donna tended to project them instead of receive them. It was one of her greater flaws, although one she could not even hope to control; if it had been up to her, she wouldn't have even been an empath. It truly unnecessarily complicated an already complicated life.

As her eye caught the wolf a ways a away she shivered. There wasn't much to say about how it looked, since Donna's eyesight wasn't good enough to make out fine details, but it was not something she'd like to see much closer. The wolf was menacing, clearly no friend to humans, clearly upset that she had scared off its prey. Frankly, it was frightening.

She had been frightened a lot in her life. On a scale from one to ten, she'd rank the wolf behind her and the low, menacing growl it was giving her about a nine. Tens were reserved for come-home-from-work-and-find-your-family-lying-dead-and-bloody-on-the-kitchen-floor scared. This was just holy-shit-I-am-going-to-die-aren't-I scared. Donna had learned there was a big difference.

She should have just run instead of giving it a chance to attack her. Part of her considered trying to talk to it, trying to reason with it that she hadn't meant to scare the deer off. That was the part that kept getting in trouble, the one that tried to ignore what the rest of her was saying.

Her feet started running before she knew what they were doing. Clearly, they had more sense than her head did. Donna felt her mouth go tight in anger as the wolf's feelings crept into her own. She hated being an empath for this very reason; why, oh gods, did she have to be the one to deal with a supernatural gift? She ran.

Donna had never been a particularly athletic child; her focus had always been on the more academic aspects of life. She was a psychologist, not a marathon runner, and so she was fairly slow. Whether it was paranoia or actual intuition she couldn't tell, but the human sensed that the wolf was getting closer to her by the second. If it caught her, she knew, bad things would happen.

The Polish woman took a moment to silently review all the things she was thankful for and all the people that would miss her if she died here in the woods. The list was very short.

Cursing her rotten luck and running for her life, Donna restrained the urge to look behind her, instead focusing on the woods all around and on finding the way back to her safehouse, where at least she would have a good, strong, wooden door in between her and the attacking wolf.

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The low rumble turned into a loud snarl again as the wolf took two paw steps further in advance. This human obviously had no idea what she was dealing with. And he had no problem showing off his power when he was truly irritated. Especially to the race he hated almost more than faeries and pretty things that sparkled in the sun.

He could smell the fear scent on her, and that only fed his already burning irritation. He could tell her eye sight was not nearly as trained as his in this form, and she couldn't see him as well as he could see her. Every fine line down to the color of her eyes, he could see it all from this distance. His hearing was no different, trained and acute. They could pick up the slight bu-bump of her heart, growing ever faster as she was probably realizing how real the danger she was in was. That this was no mangled dream she was having. It was a living nightmare, and Zanga would make sure she realized just how serious he was.

Yes scaring off a doe and her lanky little fawn probably wasn't as big of a deal to other weres as it was to Zanga. But Zanga was different. He had a problem with humans. A cold lump that sat in his stomach just for them. A cold lump that would ignite in seconds and burn a whole through every fabric of his mind. He couldn't stand them, not one bit. And this woman was no different.

He took another step forward, razor sharp fangs glistening in the moonlight like polished ivory knives ready to violently rip through any flesh it came into contact with. The woman turned sharply and ran with Zanga not too far behind and growing ever closer with every stride. A loud, unnatural boom emitted from his throat that resembled a bark, but not quite. Since adult weres did not bark, they had something between the lines of barking and roaring, not quite either. A chilling sound to hear in the dead of night.

You would think that since werewolves are much bigger than your average wolf, they would be much slower. But no, in fact most were much faster. Even faster in human form for some at their peak. Every muscle and fiber pulled and released with every stride he made until he made a great leap, paws extended out and a gaping maw not too far behind. Using all his weight he pushed the human down under his large paws, but easing up enough not to crush her spine underneath him. Soon large canines and fangs were lodged in the woman's arm, her coat doing nothing to protect her against them. That all too familiar crimson liquid stained the white snow under them and glistened red under the moon.

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