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Started March 18, 2021 by Deleted user

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Rumor has it the virus was created by a small terrorist group looking to unbalance the world by once again painting supernaturals as the "bad guys". By using the DNA of ghouls, they managed to create an airborne virus that targets the mutated DNA in supernaturals and slowly turns them feral and cannibalistic. Pure-blooded humans are completely immune to the virus, while mixed-blood humans are resistant but will eventually succumb nevertheless. All humans can be carriers of the virus. There is a cure, but it’s limited and belongs exclusively to humans while they work to reproduce it.

Stage One Symptoms:

• Coughing, fever, cold sweat, dry mouth, emotional instability.

Stage Two Symptoms:

• Coughing up blood, dizziness, sensory overloads, acute paranoia, increased irritability, difficulty forming full sentences, difficulty rationalizing, urges to hurt or kill.

Stage Three Symptoms:

• Loss of rationality, cannibalism.

The virus takes anywhere between two weeks to a year to fully set into Stage Three, at which point the infected is supposedly past saving. Symptoms vary and are inconsistent up until Stage 3. Someone may feel mostly fine one day and find it hard to move at all the next.

In order to try and take the cure for themselves, a large majority of the supernatural population split into factions. There are six major factions: The Humans, The Fae, The Mutants, The Shifters, The Vampires, and The Ghouls.

There’s been word that humans are letting lone supernaturals take refuge in their camps around the country, but in a world where safety is numbers, there are few to confirm this. Most don’t believe it, as humans have been at war with supernatural factions since the virus first began to spread.

THE FACTIONS

The Humans
Abilities:

• Advanced Technology
• Advanced Weaponry
• Adaptable/Versatile

Weaknesses:

• Mortality
• Lifespan

The Fae
Faeries, changelings, elves, etc., otherwise known as the Fair Folk. Beautiful, but deadly if you're not prepared.
Abilities:

• Nature Magic (plant growth/manipulation, nature communication, zoolingualism)
• Sharing Power (combining power with other supernaturals, making both parties stronger)
• Silver Tongue (able to manipulate/persuade those caught off guard into doing what they want)
• Immortal (unless killed)

Weaknesses:

• Iron (painful and potentially lethal)
• Lemons/limes (painful, not lethal; makes the fae sick)
• Salt (can’t leave a circle made of salt, nor can they control their magic)
• Promises (physically hurts to break them, hence why they’re so rare among fae. some have been known to die from broken promises)

The Mutants
Human in every aspect but one: Mutated DNA allows them to control power they were born with. This varies from mutant to mutant. Sometimes it’s passed down from parents, sometimes it manifests randomly.

Abilities:

• Variable (every mutant has a different ability/power, i.e. pyrokinesis, telepathy, etc.)

Weaknesses:

• Every mutant has a limit to their power that directly coincides with their health
• Mortality

The Shifters
Mostly made up of werewolves, but includes kitsunes and other, lesser-known shifters. All shifters have one beast form.

Abilities:

• Enhanced Senses
• Enhanced Strength/Speed
• Beast Form

Weaknesses:

• Silver (lethal)
• Pack Mentality
• Scent Misdirection

The Vampires
Nocturnal creatures who are stronger the more blood they drink. Human blood is the standard, but drinking other kinds affect them differently. Fae blood is sweet and very addictive, and if a vampire drinks enough they may find themselves drunk. Werewolf blood is sour to them, but drinking enough of it can temporarily increase their strength. Mutant blood has a chance of allowing the vampire to harness their power for a short amount of time.

Abilities:

• Enhanced Senses
• Enhanced Strength/Speed
• Regenerative Healing
• Emotion Consumption

Weaknesses:

• Sun (painful, not lethal. they also can’t see as well in the daytime)
• Bloodthirsty (without it, they’ll eventually go feral)
• Holy Water
• Silver (lethal)

The Ghouls
Taboo. These creatures are the ones used to create the virus that now plagues the world, although they’re affected like every other supernatural. These creatures are born from vampires but were renounced when the virus struck, leaving them alone and largely hated by everyone for their need to feed on sentient meat.

Abilities:

• Enhance Strength/Speed
• Enhanced Durability
• Fear Inducement

Weaknesses:

• Silver (painful, not lethal)
• Decapitation/Extreme Head Trauma

There are smaller, relatively unknown factions of other kinds of supernaturals, as well as mixed factions with different species. Then there are the loners, the few and far between with either no one to rely on, or very few.

OUR CHARACTERS (of which you can have up to three at a time) are part of a small group—too small to be a faction—of mixed supernaturals. They're all in varying stages of infection and their current goal is to somehow obtain the cure for their newfound family.

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Rules:

• Read everything. I didn't write all that for it to be ignored. Also, it's important so you can fit your characters into the plot.
• Cussing is more than fine by me, just be sure to be respectful outside of the RP.
• References to sex are fine, but nothing explicit. If you want to write it, please do so elsewhere.
• LGBT+ Friendly!!!
• I'm an experienced literate roleplayer. I'm used to 800-word responses at times. I'm not asking that of you here, but please, just keep a good flow going. There's no limit or cap, just, be considerate of others replying.
• Make sure to include any triggers you have in your character post. I'll include it in a template.
• I retain the right to add more rules or change them as I see fit. If at any point you feel like I'm being unreasonable, please let me know and we can work something out.

Try as I might, I'm sure I've left lots of room for questions. Please don't hesitate to ask me anything about the world, character guidelines, rules, me, etc.!

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Roleplayer Questions (these will NOT affect whether or not you can join)
Preferred Name/Nickname: (if any)
Do you have any triggers fellow roleplayers should know about? If so, what are they?:
When are your most active periods?:

Character Template
Name:
Aliases/Preferred Name/Nicknames: (optional, but be sure to differentiate)
Species: (be as creative as you want. you're more than welcome to use the big five supernatural categories i covered, or have someone entirely different. just nothing too op)
Age:
Gender & Pronouns:
Sexuality:
Backstory: (optional, but recommended)
Appearance: (please be descriptive. images are fine)
Personality:
Abilities/Powers: (please be descriptive and include weaknesses. nothing too op)
Gear:
Other: (can be anything. feel free to add more fields beneath this if you want, or link a page here if you have it!)

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I'll have mine up soon. Another reminder: You can have up to three characters at any point and time.

reserved for character list & triggers for reference

Roleplayer Questions
Preferred Name/Nickname: Just 'Wish'
Do you have any triggers fellow roleplayers should know about? If so, what are they?: None that apply here.
When are your most active periods?: During the weekdays anywhere from 7AM-10PM EST. Expect random spurts.

Character Template
Name: Christopher Bailey
Aliases/Preferred Name/Nicknames: Introduces himself as 'Pilot'. Nickname is 'Pi'.
Species: Mutant
Age: Nineteen
Gender & Pronouns: Male, he/him
Sexuality: Biromantic
Backstory: Pilot originally resided with the mutant faction along with his parents and older brother. It was safe there… At least until the supervisor in charge of sector eight, his sector, suddenly progressed to stage three. Five people were killed because of him and an investigation was quickly launched to determine how the supervisor's condition had escaped notice. Eventually, they learned he'd been using his power to hypnotize others into hiding the truth so he wouldn't be killed or banished, and the case closed. Sector eight was banned from talking about the incident out of fear of spreading rumors about the faction's inability to protect their people. Many of those in sector eight lost faith in the faction for that very reason, including Pilot's family. Those who had secretly planned to leave, and one night, about fifty mutants in total abandoned the faction. They originally had plans to form their own, sticking together to keep each other safe from the stage three's that roamed the land, but that all spiraled the moment another infected was discovered. Fights broke out and in an effort to save their sons, Pilot's parents sent him and his brother away while they tried to escalate the situation. In the chaos, the two were separated, and Pilot ended up on his own for about a year before running into another friendly loner. The two became fast friends, and when they became infected only months after meeting, they decided that instead of giving up, they were going to find a cure to save themselves. Along the way, they met more and more loners, all sick, and welcomed them into their group with open arms.
Appearance: About 5'5" with suntanned skin, curly, golden-brown hair, and warm chocolatey eyes. He's rarely seen without his iconic dark brown fur trapper hat, although his black and silver aviator goggles are slightly more negotiable. His outfits are limited but usually consist of the same tattered black graphic t-shirt, khaki shorts, and beat-up red and black tennis shoes.
Personality: Generally upbeat and optimistic, but with an edge to it that suggests he's exhausted and secretly uncertain. The virus has taken a toll on him and dampened his abundant energy, but it manages to shine through when he's around people he feels safe with. Pilot is very welcoming towards strangers, offering only sympathy and a place to stay to those who are suffering from the virus. Kindhearted though he may be, he won't show mercy to anyone who tries to hurt his new family.
Abilities/Powers: Pyrokinesis. He can produce flames from within, either breathing them out like a dragon or summoning them from his palms or fingertips. His flames can be incredibly precise, or wild and out of control as he pleases, although he generally sticks to smaller-scale demonstrations. The more he uses his flames, the more he overheats until he inevitably collapses and/or suffers heatstroke. As a side effect of his power, he's warm to the touch and rarely gets cold. He also cannot be burned!
Gear: A backpack with some essentials, such as a change of clothes, food cans, water, a flashlight with a cord to tie around his wrist, gun ammo, about twenty feet of rope, cutlery, and extra socks to serve as padding when walking long distances. He also has a few bandages and some scattered equipment from a first aid kit, although he has very little clue how to effectively use any of it. Lastly, he has three small containers of melted glass containing a strange, clear liquid within that's sealed with duct tape. Outside of his backpack, he always keeps his pistol either tucked in his waistband or otherwise in reach.
Other: Currently suffering from early Stage 2 infection.

Character Template 2
Name: Mallory Evans
Aliases/Preferred Name/Nicknames: Introduces herself as 'Mallory'. Also called 'Mally,' 'Menace' (Pilot only), or 'Ace'.
Species: Werewolf
Age: Seventeen
Gender & Pronouns: Female, she/her
Sexuality: Aro/ace
Backstory: Mallory lost her parents shortly after the virus was created. Sometimes she's grateful for it, as it means they didn't have to live through the hell the world quickly became. She was taken in by her mom's best friend, a werewolf who was one of the cofounders of the shifters faction. Still coping with the grief at losing her parents, Mallory acted out. It started out as mostly harmless cries for attention but eventually ended with her nearly killing a fellow shifter after she instigated a fight. Her mother's friend, patient as she was, wouldn't let her remain in the faction after that incident, instead packing her provisions and sending her off because "we have to follow rules here, Mally, or none of us will survive." Mallory was mostly on her own for well over a year, making a few acquaintances here and there but never getting attached. Until she met Pilot, that is. Something about him—they just clicked. They've been inseparable since, and she doesn't plan on ever leaving him.
Appearance: About 5'8" with honey-brown skin, short, spikey dark brown hair styled in a messy, homemade undercut, and shockingly dark, almost black, eyes. She likes to wear anything that's red or gold, with a particular fondness for flannels (partly for the accessibility when it comes to shifting) and joggers. Her beast form is a large, russet wolf with matching, almost-black eyes.
Personality: Mallory is typically very blunt and suspicious towards strangers, taking it upon herself to be guarded for both herself and Pilot. She's more reserved than her friend, preferring to observe situations carefully before jumping into action. That said, she has a streak of aggressiveness towards people who try to pick fights and almost never backs down from a challenge. She's protective and dominant above most things.
Abilities/Powers: Shifting. She can shift into her beast form and back into human form at will. A side effect of this is enhanced senses, strength, speed, and reflexes greater than that of a human and many other shifters.
Gear: A backpack with some essentials, such as a change of clothes, food cans, water, feminine products, duct tape, a combat knife, about fifteen feet of rope, cutlery, and a box of drugstore bandages. She also has two brushes for each form.
Other: Currently suffering from mid Stage 2 infection.

Roleplayer Questions
Preferred Name/Nickname: Fraust is fine ^^
Do you have any triggers fellow roleplayers should know about? If so, what are they?: The only thing that bothers me is nail trauma. Everything else is fine!
When are your most active periods?: I'm active every day for several hours, but I'm a bit spotty from 7-4 on weekdays because of school

Character Template
Name: Finnigan Traiksi
Aliases/Preferred Name/Nicknames: Finn
Species: Shifter (specifically a fox shifter)
Age: 15
Gender & Pronouns: Male, He/Him
Sexuality: Bisexual
Backstory: I'll leave this open for now since I haven't decided aha
Appearance: He's also 5'5 and has a slim build (being 15, he hasn't quite filled out yet). His fox form is small, but pretty average in appearance other than slightly shaggy fur.

Personality: Finn is a bit overconfident at times, which can end up putting him in danger. He has a sort of hero complex and is more than willing to put himself in danger to protect someone else, even if he isn't the most qualified. Other than that, I'll leave it to develop since he's new for me 👌
Abilities/Powers: Can shift into a fox, Stronger and faster than the average human. Otherwise has no powers.
Gear: He carries a pocket knife and a backpack with extra food and supplies, but otherwise nothing
Other: He comes from a family of shifters, but their whereabouts are currently unknown to him. He is currently infected at Stage 1

I love Finn! (Also holy heck I love your art style!!)
The only thing I'd like to point out is that if he's not currently infected, he'll be exposed to the virus the moment he comes in contact with the other characters. If it works for his character then I have no issues, but if it's something he'd try to avoid then I recommend listing him as already infected (maybe somewhere in the early first stage if you don't want the effects to be super prominent yet).

Ty 🥺 <33 and I can list him as infected, np ^^

Preferred Name/Nickname: Mojack
Do you have any triggers fellow roleplayers should know about? If so, what are they?: Only one specific thing, which is cat death (when cats are killed). Otherwise, nothing.
When are your most active periods?: Varies depending on how much work I have (weekends I may be more active), as well as school breaks. I use EST for time zones.

Character Template
Name: Aykhana Erilik
Aliases/Preferred Name/Nicknames: Hana
Species: Fae (specifically a Changeling)
Age: 20
Gender & Pronouns: Transwoman, she/her.
Sexuality: Lesbian
Backstory: The family that Aykhana grew up in was not her own, and it was a truth she lived with for her entire life. To her, it was the norm, yet as she grew older, she couldn’t help but question what life would have been like for her ‘family’ if she hadn’t taken the place of their infant. She never told the truth to them, fearing their reaction - although she never got the chance to, either.
When the infection drew around, for the longest period of her life, Hana was alone. It was only when she came across another supernatural she was no longer alone. The two are not biological siblings, but consider each other such - so much that her adopted brother even changed his own last name to match hers, though that change was also for another reason. Hana’s brother is the only person she’s told the truth of her history to - and also the only person she’s made a promise to.

Appearance: Hana stands at around 6ft, with chestnut skin and a lightly athletic build. Her eyes are hazel, and her hair is mahogany brown. Usually, she keeps it to a maximum length of touching her shoulders, but usually prefers it shorter than that - her hair is naturally fluffy. Well defined jawline. Being a Changeling, her human looks are not the truth - her true form remains hidden behind it all. If asked, Hana only puts it as, “humanoid, but not human.” She refuses to go further in depth.
She wears a dark, beige long caplet with a hood, and a dark red scarf. She also has sunglasses to obscure her eyes - matching with her brother. The shirt and pants she sports isn’t anything fancy, just black in colour. Although her boots look more suited for winter, with how heavy they look. Don’t blame her - blame her previous pairs of shoes for falling apart and forcing her to get new ones.
Personality: Hana is reserved and prefers to access a peaceful option when faced with a troublesome situation. A stark contrast compared to her younger, troublemaking self. She’s generally creative. Prefers not to hurt people unless needed. Although slow to trust, Hana is able to play nice. She’s not willing to give those who betray her second chances.

Abilities/Powers: More agile than the average human, also stronger. Although she does have a true form, she is not able to shift between it willingly.
Hana avoids mirrors for a reason - it’s the only place where you can see her true form. Extremely weak to fire. Weak to iron.
Gear: Small bag with sketchbook and some pencils. Also has a singular hammer in there. Has a map that she’s drawn herself - serving as a rough, albeit slightly inaccurate one of the area. Some bandages, and a half empty bottle of hydrogen peroxide for cleaning small wounds if needed. One hunting knife.
Other: Suffering from early stage two infection.

Character Template 2
Name: Abelin Castex Erilik
Aliases/Preferred Name/Nicknames: Abe,
Species: Ghoul
Age: 16
Gender & Pronouns: Male, he/him.
Sexuality: Demisexual.
Backstory: When the infection came along, Abe’s life took a sudden jump in difficulty as he found himself thrown from a world he formerly called his own. Life wasn’t easy to begin with, needing to sustain yourself on living flesh, though it was easier before the infection came around, and the stigma of Ghouls rose, since he at least knew some Supernaturals willing to help Ghouls. Not anymore, though. Abe isn’t willing to take those sort of risks.
Hana is his adoptive sibling, and just about the only person he trusts to open up to. The day he came across her, he never left her side, and the two have been travelling together ever since.
Abe thinks that sometimes he would better be off with a group of his own kind, but he never says that. At least, not yet.
Hana also entrusted him with a secret - a promise, that if he breaks, will have very heavy consequences, which Abe is completely aware of.

Appearance: Abe is 5’8”, with paler skin, and dark blue eyes. He has a somewhat lithe form. His nails are notably sharp and claw like, this is something he’s unable to fix unless he were to trim them (which he wouldn’t, given its one of his natural weapons. Alongside his sharp, definitely not human teeth - capable of crushing bone if needed. Aside from that, Abe looks human, unless starving or feeding - in which black eyes become a deeply uncanny black. He has slightly curly brown hair that goes down to just above his ears.
Sports dark green cargo pants, and a brown duster jacket that almost seems a little too big for him. His shirt is nothing special, just plain black. Has a red plaid bandana. Black sunglasses that he wears often.

Personality: Abe is wary and cautious around strangers, with Hana just being the only one he feels like it’s okay to speak to. Most definitely has trust issues of some sort. He can come off as cold towards others, or distant. Much like Hana, he’s slow to trust - maybe even slower than her. However, not like Hana, he’s not one for peaceful solutions. Although, he’s also the type to dodge out of a fight the moment things get troublesome, even if he’s capable of holding his own.

Abilities/Powers: Ghoul strength, though due to his young age, this strength isn’t fully utilized. Would definitely be stronger than the average human, and even stronger than Hana. Healing factor, once out of a fight (unless hit by a special weapon) his wounds can heal within minutes. Ghoul speed, a bit more utilized than his strength. Uncannily enough, he can move faster than a human on all fours (though is capable of running fast like a human too), though not good at managing a fast speed for long distances, and usually only ever does it to get at prey.
Like all Ghouls, he can die from losing his head, or just severe head trauma. Light, though not lethal, can be painful (which is partially the reason why he covers up at day if possible), and it’s also bad for his eyes. Fire can prove to be another weakness, and a hot enough fire can be bad. Weak to silver.

Gear: Bag with some napkins in it, as well as a change of clothes for both Hana and him. Has a collection of coins for some reason as well. One hunting knife, and a reusable bottle of water.
Other: Suffering from late stage one infection. Cannot eat regular human food without becoming physically ill. Due to his identity as a Ghoul and a stigma around them, he prefers to keep that secret, and both Hana and Abe say that he’s a vampire. With exceptions made if he thinks it’s safe to say he is one.

I love them both! Their dynamic is very interesting, and I'm excited to see how they tick!

Would you guys like to start without another participant? Four isn't necessary; I just wanted to give more people the opportunity to join if they were interested.

Whichever is fine with me ^^

I’m up for it, either works for me though!

Alrighty, I'll leave it open for now and begin working on a starter! Should be up sometime in the next twelve-ish hours!

Sounds good!

Pale orange sunlight bounced off the rim of Pilot’s goggles as he studied the new dawn. From his perch on the roof he could see the entire yard, front and back, up until overgrown weeds met the stocky trees of the surrounding forest. The entire yard…except for a few blind spots pressed up against the side of the house and behind the shed.

Pilot silently grabbed the edge of the roof and dangled over the side until the tips of his sneakers were aligned with the top of a recycling bin a couple feet below. From there he let go, following the movement with a quick hop into the dew-laden grass.

He paid extra attention to those blind spots as he returned inside, grabbing hold of the backpack he’d left at the counter and performing a cursory check around the house to make sure he hadn’t left anything about. Malls will be back soon, he noted as he glanced at the rumpled blankets on the couch.

The teen had a habit of straightening his sleeping space every morning. It was a small sense of normality that kept him doing it, even when he didn’t intend to stay longer than a night or two. Mallory, on the other hand, found normalcy in her daily morning runs as her furry counterpart, leaving him to fix the various messes scattered around while he waited.

After ensuring everything he was packed, he settled down on the arm of the couch, waiting for the signature click of the door to announce his friend’s return. A few minutes passed. Then a few more. He did his best to push aside his worry, distracting himself by cleaning out their hair brushes and repacking things more neatly.

At the thirty minute mark, he knew something was off. Mallory never took more than an hour on her runs, and it was now nearing two.

Ignoring the nervous thrum of energy in his chest, he quickly grabbed Mallory’s and his packs, all but bolting out of the door as he searched the direction she’d left in.

After ten minutes and still no sign, he decided to risk calling for her. Any nearby stage threes would flock to the area, but he needed to know she was okay. At first he started out softly, but eventually moved onto shouting, “Mallory! Where are you?!”

Ever since the sickness came around, food had been hard to come by. For Abe. And it was a particularly daunting situation to go without it for a while. Abe was a Ghoul. Abe eats human - or just fresh flesh. And most people don’t want to be eaten. If it was difficult before, it was near impossible now. Abe was lucky, that he could go without it for a little bit longer than other species - but a starving Ghoul is not to be trifled with.
It was getting near that point in time where he would have usually gone and eaten something, although Abe would probably be fine for a while longer before he began to lose himself. He had clambered onto a tree where the air was clear and he could see a bit clearer.

He sniffed, catching scents, but specifically looking for the unfamiliar ones. The one familiar scent was Aykhana - Hana - his travel partner, but also his adoptive sibling. Though she was not a Ghoul, she was one of the few who he had met and didn’t outright try to attack when she realized what he was.

His nails hooked into the bark, keeping a firm hold. He knew he would be able to keep an even better grip if he hadn’t been wearing shoes.
After a few minutes, he realized, that he was at a loss for tracking down prey as of now. He sighed as he moved back down to the ground, feeling a tinge of worry at his failure to find anything. With the infection, he was at more risk than ever to lose himself, even if he was in the earlier stages.
Abe trailed back to Hana.

Hana - the Changeling, looked as though she were sleeping, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t going to let her guard down anytime soon, not in the open like this. Her eyes opens upon the approach of Abe, and she already knew the answer just based upon his slow walk, but decided to ask anyways.
“No luck?”
“Nothing,” Abe replied, moving to stand beside her and cross his arms. “Nothing at all.”
Aykhana was not a Ghoul, as she had no need to feed on flesh like her brother. She did need to eat, though, and the two currently carried no food with them. Hana sighed, but was quick to carry on the conversation. “We’ll just have to keep moving is all. I need food too, maybe we’ll be able to take out two birds with one stone.”
Abe nodded, pulling on some gloves to hide his hands away, but also to shelter them from the light. The trees could provide some shade, but Abe had no clue how long they’d be staying in this forest.
Hana stood up and stretched. She was taller than her brother, taller than a good number of people, actually. She cracked her knuckles and lifted her scarf up to her face, only pausing when Abe stiffened. It was subtle, but the Ghoul seemed to peer in one direction, why was he-
There was someone nearby. Hana knew that look. Abe let his arms drop to his sides, and he glanced at Hana. “I heard a voice,” he informed her. “Not far from here.” It seemed he was waiting for her to say something.
“I heard it too,” Hana responded. When Abe stayed silent, she added, “We can head towards it, but let’s not rush in, okay?”

Abe nodded, although part of him did want to rush at the sound - it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. Rushing in in general was not a good idea. When Hana collected her belongings, she began to walk forwards - and Abe led the way, at a bit of a slower, more cautious pace than he originally wanted to, towards the calls he had heard.

Unlike the others, Finnigan had opted to travel alone. It was safer, he felt. He only had one mouth to feed, and he was fairly self sufficient, so he didn't desperately need to travel with others. Despite this, he had been searching for the remnants of his family for a while now; both of his parents and his younger sister had been separated from him, and he didn't know their whereabouts as of yet.

He had been walking for what seemed like ages. It had come to a point where he could no longer tell whether it was hot or sunny or if he had just been exerting himself for too long. I need to get to shelter. He looked around, slipping into an alley so he wouldn't be seen, and shifted into his fox form. Although shifting expended energy as well, he could travel more quickly in this form, and searching was much easier.

Soft pawsteps pounded the pavement as he trotted along, scattering small pebbles whenever he passed by them. The fur on his spine stood on end whenever he heard footsteps, and he picked up the pace.

After a while, he finally managed to find shelter, shifting back out in the open outside a door. The door was hanging off its hinges, and the building looked derelict and abandoned, but it would do for the night. He was so tired that he didn't stop to consider that someone might have seen him shifting outside.

(Sorry it's shorter than y'all's, this is considerably more than I usually write aha ^^;)

_{(No worries at all, Fraust! It's why I didn't include a word limit or anything for this; I don't expect every reply to be long at all! I'm more in my element with them, which is why you'll see them more often with me!)}

No response, Pilot thought, nervously chewing on his lip as he glanced around the clearing once again. “She wouldn’t go into town, would she?” he mumbled to himself, wondering if he should check. Either way, he had to move. If anything dangerous was around, they’d now be after him.

He shook out his hands as he walked, trying to rid himself of the excess energy making him so jumpy. The pyrokinetic’s breath fogged more than usual in the chilly air, an indicator he needed to calm down. He tried calling out once again, this time slightly more hushed as he began to feel like he was being watched.

But was he really, or was it just paranoia from being sick? The day was shaping up to be kinder than most, hence why he and Malls had agreed on traveling at all, but there was rarely ever warning before the symptoms worsened.

This in mind, he stepped up the pace from a brisk walk to more of a jog, constantly looking behind him for any flash of movement as he adjusted his goggles.

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Not too far away, on the outskirts of town, a large russet wolf quickly limped through the shadows. Barely noticeable blood stained her dark fur as she searched for a place to rest, her wandering eyes finally landing on a small, abandoned-looking shack.

A destination in mind, she hastened forward, only to slow to a near stop at the strange scent trail approaching the same place. Damn! I can’t keep moving around like this, Mallory cursed to herself, shifting her weight to her good legs as she contemplated the pros and cons.

Judging by the scent, the presence would have to be another shifter. All supernaturals had a scent that differed from humans, but shifters, in general, were very distinct with a blend of animal that was difficult to hide. Mallory wasn’t sure what kind of shifter, however, or what kind of fight she’d be picking if she entered the thing’s safe place.

Another wave of pain hit and she stiffened. She didn’t have much of a choice. Her only consolation was that the shifter wasn’t stage three—they wouldn’t have sought shelter if they were.

Drawing in a breath, Mallory pushed forward and nudged the askew door further open with her nose, bracing for a fight.

Although Ghouls did have strong senses of smell, it wasn’t the strongest of all Supernaturals - unless it came to blood.
A detection of blood had Abe pause, and immediately after, Hana stopped. Abe glanced in the other direction, behind them - then back to where they had been originally travelling.
“What is it?” Hana whispered. “What do you smell?” Her fingertips tapped the edge of her hunting knife.

“Blood.”

Hana fell silent. A secondary scent had come into the question, and she wasn’t sure which one Abe wanted to follow. She was wary about following a bloody trail, though - there were so many things that could be. “Which scent are you following, then?” She had asked after a moment.
Abe thought about it. On one hand, blood could lead him to food, and he really wanted to chase after that trail. But taking Hana into consideration, he stated his answer. “We’ll just keep going after this one. The calls we heard.” It’s closer, he reasoned in his mind. What’s to say by the time he reaches the blood scent that they’d still be there? And a third thought - there might be others nearby.
Hana nodded, relieved that was his choice. “Well? Let’s continue on, then.” The two both kept their voices low, down to a hush.
Both of them kept to the brush, where the vegetation would be a bit thicker. When one didn’t have many weapons on them, it was often better to remain hidden than tromping out in the open. The both of them probably weren’t very far from the person, now; Abe was slightly ahead of Hana, doing most of the tracking.

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Finn sighed softly in exhaustion and flopped down on the ground, which was thankfully carpeted. It wasn't much, but it would definitely be a decent enough place to crash for the night. He hated having to constantly travel. It would be far preferable to have some secluded place to live alone.

He froze when he heard footsteps, his eyes flying open and his heart beginning to pound hard in his chest. Scenting the air, even in his human form, he could tell that this person was a supernatural. He wasn't an expert at distinguishing different scents yet, but the slight animal scent made him think that this person was a shifter of some kind.

He got to his feet, holding his fists up in front of himself just in case, and stared at the door. He wouldn't have much chance in a fight against an older and bigger shifter, and he really wasn't looking for a fight anyway. When Mallory came in, it wouldn't be difficult for her to see that he was pretty much just a scrawny, scared kid.

"Who's there?" He called out, cringing as his voice cracked. Maybe they didn't notice…