Wake me When it's Over—Open

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

the moon's awake now with eyes wide open; my body's craving, so feed the hunger

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[/i] in her human form. Sophia was aware that in big cities like this, it was frowned upon to show your more-than-human side to the public. This was the first large city that Sophia had ever been to, so she was trying to adapt from her more secluded areas, like open fields with a couple farms or a house buried in the forest. It was proving to be hard on her. Already she had been approached by another werewolf telling her that she needed to behave or else—and that was a warning she didn’t intend to heed. Over two hundred and sixty years she had been a werewolf, and never before had she been confronted like that about her life style. Sure, this was the first time she’d been anywhere like New York. In any case, she wasn’t even being that bad. Just killing who she needed to survive. Was it her fault there were more tasty morsels to choose from than out in the country?

Sophia let out a low whine. Her fingers wrapped around the edge of the mattress she laid upon, clenching into a fist hard enough that her nails tore into the mattress. She took a couple deep breaths, then curled her entire body into a tight ball before letting out a low cry and thrashed on the mattress. She was dreaming, and it was slowly turning into a nightmare, until it took a twist and was now a memory of her past. Sophia tried not to sleep in public because of her night terrors.

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The werewolf was back in the basement of her house, and she was nine. Hands bound behind the chair, an old sock being used as a gag. Her brother stood in front of her, holding a kitchen knife, smirking down at her. Tears stained her cheeks as she sobbed through her gag, shaking her head and silently pleading for someone to come downstairs and rescue her, but her parents were out, leaving her under the care of her brother. Thomas walked closer to her and she let out a low wail as he kneeled down and pulled up her pant leg. She closed her eyes and cried loudly, though muffled by her gag. Slowly, her brother started to drag the sharp edge of her blade over her skin, peeling away the top layer of skin, making Sophia scream in pain.

“This is what you get for being the favorite. . . . And there’s nothing you can do about it so just shut up!”

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Sophia let out a powerful scream that slowly turned into a howl of pain as her body writhed and contorted until she was up on her fours, covered in fur and snarling. Now when people walked by, they stopped to look at the werewolf stupid enough to shift in the middle of the black market, surrounded by people. Her eyes were open, but her pupils were the size of her iris’ and they were unseeing as she snarled and whimpered until finally, she lunged forward as if to attack the boy who was causing her pain, and she ran straight into the side of the building in front of her with a loud crack, making the people watching laugh slightly until Sophia lunged toward the entrance of the alley. Though she fell short, the werecreatures and vampires tensed for a fight, while a couple unlucky humans screamed and fell backwards. Sophia landed on the mattress she had been sleeping on and started to rip it to shreds, then snarled and lunged again at the wall, running head-first into it again.

For several minutes this went on, ending with boxes torn and her head bleeding, but the nightmare didn’t end through any of it and nor did any of this truly wake her. Never once did she get out of the alley to unleash her sleeping fury on any bystander, so the people watching never felt the need to intervene. However, as she started to calm down—though panting and bleeding, her blood dripping off her muzzle and onto the ground—the crowd slowly dispersed and she flopped heavily onto the ground, falling back asleep as if nothing had happened.
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I'M TAGGING !? Open
WE'RE AT !? Black Market
MY WORD COUNT !? 896
MY OUTFIT !? Currently it's fur.
THE BANNER !? moi!
THE TEMPLATE !? CARLEE BARLEY !? of CAUTION 2.0 ![/ul][/size][/color]

[raphael]

There wasn't one reason why Raphael was in the Black Market right now, other than maybe looking for a cheap thrill. Which he found when traveling down one of the many walk ways. The sound of something running into a brick wall caught his interest as he glanced down a alley way to see a werewolf go some what crazy. Although he was quick to notice the mere size of her and how the eyes were shut. Truly, it was pry one of the biggest werewolves he had ever laid eyes on, on all his years.

Maybe it would be interesting if he kept watching? So he did, watching her rip everything apart, bash her head into the wall numerous times and finally flap herself down onto the ground panting all the while. His even foot stature was sure to get him noticed by the people around him, and he had a feeling of death that encased his presence. Walking down the alley way he stood but a mere foot from the werewolf. Reaching down his skin slowly started to turn red, that of a demons.

His skin was turning harder than any material known to man, he did this as a precaution. Just encase if she woke up and decided to tear him to shreads. Lightly kneeling to the ground he reached out slowly for the fur, never properly getting to examine a werewolf he started to stroke the fur on her body. Wondering all the while how much examining he'd get done before the beast woke up, angry, bloody, and what ever other emotions the humans bared. It was only a matter of time before shit hit the fan, and he was ready to withstand it.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

the moon's awake now with eyes wide open; my body's craving, so feed the hunger

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I'M TAGGING !? Raphael
WE'RE AT !? An alley
MY WORD COUNT !? 304
MY OUTFIT !? Fur
THE BANNER !? moi!
THE TEMPLATE !? CARLEE BARLEY !? of CAUTION 2.0 ![/ul][/size][/color]

[raphael]

He'd gotten a good look at the werewolf, even stroked her soft fur a few times with his hand, but of course all good things come to an end. Even stroking her till the very last second as she struck him. His massive arm was in her mouth but what she was bitting down was harder than diamonds, it wouldn't break from a mere bite of a jaw and when she gave a look to the man she would see a truly massive human. It was nice to see something with so much power that would stand up to something that was so much stronger than her. It excited him even, gave him hope for a good fight.

"Nothing like seeing a bitch who can fight."

Speaking nonchalantly cause he couldn't feel a ounce of pain. His other arm that was still free came up to grab at the wolfs throat. If it got a hold it would grip her with a tight grip. Squeezing at her throat and easily cutting off the air to the rest of her body. If that didn't convince her to let go then he'd make his hand into its demon form. Three fingers with three equally sharp claws and a hand that could crush diamonds with but a minor squeeze. Dam, this was gonna be one hell of a crazy night.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

the moon's awake now with eyes wide open; my body's craving, so feed the hunger

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nocturnal creatures are so prudent; the moon is my teacher and I am her student[/size][/color][/i]

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Fingers tightened around her throat and suddenly she couldn’t breathe anymore. Any normal creature might have let go, but the pressure on her trachea was nothing new to her. It wasn’t anything she liked to admit to, but she had been strangled plenty of times. What surrounded her neck was mostly fur and thick muscle, so that would deter the demon from getting her throat too quickly, and as she felt his hand sifting through her fur, she sucked in a breath through her nose to hold it while he did so. When his fingers tightened, Sophia pushed herself up further and placed a paw on his shoulder. She was over twelve feet long and had no trouble reaching from one wall to the other. Her back legs went up against the wall behind her for leverage, and then she shoved powerfully off the wall, using all of her strength to throw the rock-hard demon into the wall behind him, and most likely through it if her plan worked.
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I'M TAGGING !? Raphael
WE'RE AT !? An alley
MY WORD COUNT !? 399
MY OUTFIT !? Fur
THE BANNER !? moi!
THE TEMPLATE !? CARLEE BARLEY !? of CAUTION 2.0 ![/ul][/size][/color]

[raphael]

A paw was put on his shoulder and it was only a matter of time before he was pushed into the wall behind him and through it. Of course he had let go of the werewolfs little neck and she had let go of his arm, when he was sent through the brick wall he went through it, then another smaller wall inside the building. Laying there in the rubble of it all, all he could do was start laughing hysterically to himself. God, this was gonna be one hell of a fight! This excited him to no end and he shed his trench coat, revealing the wife beater he now wore. Pure Red skin was what his body wore.

Even though he looked oddly Human his skin was red as the planet mars. A symbol appeared on his head which meant "Demon" and it was because he was tapping into his more demonic powers. Then in a instant his arms shifted and became even more bulker than they already were. Instead of fingers he now had claws, three on each hand. Smiling even more he went into a almost juggarnut mode as he headed towards her through the rubble. The rubble easily being pushed aside with telekentic powers as he planned to shove her into the wall behind her.

"Dam girl! Your giving me one hell of a fun night!"

Yelling through as he passed back into the outside and attempted to grab onto the wolf with his even bigger hands and planned to use her body to plow through wall after wall in the building behind her.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

the moon's awake now with eyes wide open; my body's craving, so feed the hunger

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[/i]” This guy was enjoying the skirmish. Sophia herself didn’t get any sort of high from her battles; all of it was necessary for survival.

She backed up as he charged and she lifted her head in surprise as the rubble in front of him moved of its own accord. Telekinesis. . . . Sophia snarled. Demon. This was the only explanation she could come to. The red skin, those claws. . . . She had never actually come across one—and in fact, she hadn’t thought they were actually real—but this had to be one.

The demon came at her and she waited until the last moment, then snarled and moved out of the way with a powerful leap over his head, digging her claws in to the wall and hauling herself up. More brick crumbled under her as she scrabbled up the wall, digging her fore- and hind-paws into the hard material, forging her own foot- and handholds until she finally pulled herself up and over the edge of the roof, standing there and watching the edge of the roof, waiting for the demon to come find her. Up here it was less enclosed and there was more room to maneuver.
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I'M TAGGING !? Raphael
WE'RE AT !? An alley
MY WORD COUNT !? 417
MY OUTFIT !? Fur
THE BANNER !? moi!
THE TEMPLATE !? CARLEE BARLEY !? of CAUTION 2.0 ![/ul][/size][/color]

[raphael]

"Awh.. Come on. Don't be a bitch."

These words left his lips as she so easily manuvered over his grab. Right over his head and up the wall. Turning his head around as he watched her dig her claws into the brick making her own foot holds and hand holds as she easily manuvered up it. Funny who need to climb when you could just... teleport? With that thought he disappeared from the alley way and then appeared behind her. One hand was going to grab a big hand full of fur while the other was going for a punch which would hurt because of how solid he was.

"Awh come on hun! I dun wanna kill ya, just... tender you up a bit."

His voice was funny and scarcastic and he liked that people were viewing this as a show. Vampires, weres, they had also scaled the walls but in a less distructive ways as they were looking for a prime location to catch the specatatcular as it was happening. Why was he starting a fight with this werewolf, right here? Well she was the one who attacked first. All he was doing was giving her a gentle little pet. So he'd leave her with a few nasty breaks and then once she was down and for the count he'd stop and perhaps talk to her?

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

the moon's awake now with eyes wide open; my body's craving, so feed the hunger

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nocturnal creatures are so prudent; the moon is my teacher and I am her student[/size][/color][/i]

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[/i] came the demon’s snide remark. Sophia favored her leg for a moment while her flank throbbed, but other than that she showed no outward sign of pain. It was enough, but at least she wasn’t whimpering or backing down like a newborn pup. Pain was the one thing that Sophia was good at handling. Years of torture had made her tolerance skyrocket. In a matter of a few seconds, she had her leg back down on the ground and could support her weight on it, even though it continued to throb. It didn’t matter to her what the demon wanted—whether it be to play with her, make nice with her, be friends, or kill her—so long as he was attacking her and threatening her, she wasn’t going to stand by and just let it happen.

Snarling, Sophia spread her paws slightly into a wider and more stable stance, her tail fluffed out and held straight out behind her, her head lowered. The werewolf’s head was lowered, ears perked forward and fangs bared in a threatening, silent snarl. She waited for the demon to make a move, knowing that making the first move would be suicide, and at least waiting for the counter would give her a better chance of at least escaping. She was aware that there were people watching, wanting to see how the wolf fared against the demon, but she ignored them. Let them watch.
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I'M TAGGING !? Raphael
WE'RE AT !? On a roof
MY WORD COUNT !? 359
MY OUTFIT !? Fur
THE BANNER !? moi!
THE TEMPLATE !? CARLEE BARLEY !? of CAUTION 2.0 ![/ul][/size][/color]

[raphael]

After his hit had laid its mark he had stepped back just in time to dodge the kick from her hind legs. Then she had pivoted around to face him and appear very attempting. Standing there, staring her down eye to eye he had a smirk on his face. As he held his hand out and aimed his palm towards the ground. A sickly green spray, sprayed from his hands and as it made touch with the concrete it started to melt through it. Another smile splayed across his lips.

"Acid spray slash Acid Touch... Accept defeat and I won't take it this far."

In the end, this was just fun and games for him. There was no hard feelings and maybe he hoped to have a little fun with this wolf without fighting. Maybe he could even make 'friends' with her. She surely kept him on his toes considering the massive size she was and how fast she was despite the size. The weight of her body, and how big she was, was just amazing. Like nothing he had ever seen, and even though he knew she wanted to continue this battle he grew bored easily and wanted to stop.

"So, what'll it be?"

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

the moon's awake now with eyes wide open; my body's craving, so feed the hunger

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[/i] came the explanation from the rather smug-sounding demon. Sophia snarled and looked up at him again, her tail lashing a couple times as she weighed her options. Call his bluff and take a chance on getting her skin burned off. . . or just give in to let him have his victory. Sophia wasn’t an idiot. She knew very well that she probably wasn’t going to win this fight. This demon hadn’t been the least bit fazed when she’d bit his arm. In fact, she hadn’t even scratched him. What made her think that’s she do anything else to him when that was all she had, was her teeth and claws? “So, what’ll it be?”

Sophia looked around at all of the people who had climbed up the building to watch. They were on the edge of their seats—well, they weren’t really sitting but you get the point—all hanging on what was going to happen. Chances were that half of them all knew that Sophia was going to lose, too, and she figured that they were all hoping to see a demon rip a werewolf apart. Sophia snorted, and laid her ears against her head, loathe to admit defeat in front of all of these people, but it was better than getting her ass handed to her in public or running away in the middle like a scared little puppy dog with her tail between her legs. Relenting was the lesser of everything else. Snorting, Sophia lowered her backside and sat down on the roof, ears pricked and tongue hanging from her mouth. Fine. I relent.
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I'M TAGGING !? Raphael
WE'RE AT !? On a roof
MY WORD COUNT !? 448
MY OUTFIT !? Fur
THE BANNER !? moi!
THE TEMPLATE !? CARLEE BARLEY !? of CAUTION 2.0 ![/ul][/size][/color]

[raphael]

"Good Wolf."

A smile arouse to his face as his hands stopped leakingly acid and then his skin started to revert back to its normal color of pale white. While the people that were watching the battle quickly dispersed from around them. As the redness disappeared from his body his hands shifted back to that of a humans but he retained his huge size since it would be uncomfortable to go any smaller than he already was. Seeing as how when he was in his demon form he was a two story demon who was built better than a tank.

"So, what do you do for fun Wolfie?"

Stepping over the hole he created with the acid with a few more steps he was right in front of her. Taking one of his big hands as he itched a bit under her chin then started to stroke the fur on top of her head. Even playing with the ears a bit and he wasn't sure the last time he played with something that was this soft or, cute for that matter. Yes, a demon thought a half-ton werewolf who was just fighting him as cute cause well she was. Now he wondered what her human self was like, had he seen it already before she turned? Well, he couldn't remember that he had, and he hoped what ever her human form was it was sexy.

"I'll pay where ever we go, the names Raphael by the way. Not my true name, but its a name I go by."

Still stroking her fur gently as if she were a dog, he hoped that maybe they could fight again somewhere more scluded away from the prying eyes of other people. Even though she could never really kill him when he was in that mode. It was still fun considering she was so powerful and could hold her own to him to an extent.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
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“Good Wolf,” the demon remarked, instigating an annoying growl from the massive werewolf standing in front of him. Sophia ignored the disappointed groans from the bystanders who had hoped for a fight. Some of them agreed with Sophia in her retreat, but others thought that she was being a little wuss. Sophia just let them think what they want, knowing that if she wanted to survive, she had done the right thing.

The demon stepped over the hole that he had created and then headed toward her, causing Sophia to get to her paws and stand at her full height. Usually she was looking down at most humans, but she was at eye level with this monster of a man. She backed up slightly as he came at her, her lips drawn back to show her teeth; Sophia was still in fight mode, and she didn’t trust this demon to stay true to his word. She knew next to nothing about demons, and that included the part where they usually stay true to their word and never lie. Sophia was all around a fairly untrusting person, never believing anything anyone said and never getting close because that just made it easier for them to fuck you over. “So, what do you do for fun Wolfie?”

Fun? Sophia snorted slightly and turned her head to the side. When she looked back at him, he was in front of her and had his hand lifted toward her. She growled, and then he scratched under chin slightly and her jaws clamped shut while he did, not even her teeth showing. Her fur started to bristle, and the same growl rumbled in her chest, but it wasn’t until he started to stroke her head and play with her ears that her jaws popped open and she snapped her head to the side, grabbing a hold of his arm. That red skin had gone away and now he looked liked normal flesh again, which made Sophia hope that perhaps this time she would be able to teach him not to touch her but tearing up his arm a little bit this time. Sophia absolutely hated being touched.

I will tear your arm out if you continue to touch me, Demon. I do not do anything for fun, Sophia said, using her thoughts to communicate, figuring that he would be able to hear her. Most people could hear what she said when she thought it to them, unless they didn’t want to hear her thoughts or were too dim-witted to listen for them. When she thought that her message had been received, she let go of his arm and took another couple steps back, trying to get some of her personal space back before the demon made her skin crawl anymore than it already was. She remained in her wolf form for the mere fact that she preferred it, and she wasn’t that big in human form. She was all about intimidation and she was not very intimidating her human form. Well, she was sometimes, but she knew this demon wouldn’t be the least bit intimidated by a naked woman two feet shorter than him.

“I'll pay where ever we go, the names Raphael by the way. Not my true name, but it’s a name I go by.”

You may refer to me as Velvela if you so wish, but I assure you I need not go anywhere with you, Demon.

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---------VOCAB 575
---------MUSE Meh
---------CHATTER Sorry it took so long.
---------COSTAR Raphael
---------WARDROBE Fur
---------STAGE On a roof
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[raphael]

When her massive jaws went around his arm he could only smile as the teeth latched in. While he moved his hands flexing the muscles in his arm, a little chill of humor running down his spine as he smiled at her happily and sickly at the same time. Awh, she didn't want to go any where with him?! And she threatened to rip his arm off if he continued to pet her? Well wasn't she the big bad bitch of the world? Oh, little little wolf she needed to get a lesson taught to her one 'way' or another.

"You know lil wolf. You need to, let loose a little bit. Also, demons can't lie. I can avoid the question and dance around it, but anything that passes through these lips of mine is truth. Now, if you keep attacking me, I will beat you until your back in your lil pathetic human form, and then I'll take a good pleasure in teaching that naughty puss of yours a lesson."

His words were brutal and right to the point. Looking at his arm he tore off the sleeve and watched as the muscle, skin reformed back into there usual points. Mmm'hmm, it was always good to be immortal. If she really killed him his body would merely disappear and he'd go right back to hell, only to be back within the hour to astract his revenge. Yawning he took a few steps back and pulled a cigar from his pocket. Lighting it with a lighter in another pocket and he took a few puffs from it.

"Everyone has fun lil wolf. Even you have fun, rather it be drinking, eating, driving slick cars, running with your fur all in the wind. I mean we could go run if you want too. I can turn into animals better than you can."

Taking a few more puffs of the cigar he wiped the butt of it off on the bottom of his shoe to distinguish it then before her very eyes he turned into a Saber Tooth Tiger. His jaws massive and teeth prouding from his mouth because of the big cat he was. Oh, he could snap bones and crush jaws but with a fap of his lips. Walking around her in a predatory movement he was smiling in his new form.

"I can take the form of any animal at any time. Rather it be the smallest of insects or the biggest of beasts. If it exists or existed I can turn into it."

Speaking through the lips of the beast was difficult but he was having a thrill out of this. Oh, what a good and fun time this was. Messing with a little mortal being that claimed to be 'immortal' just like those foolish vampires! Only people who were truly immortal were demons and angels. He'd lived since the beginning of time, long before anything or anyone was born.

[Lynette Adelaide Keeler]

darling it is no joke, this is lycanthropy. the moon's awake now
WITH EYES WIDE OPEN. MY BODY'S CRAVING, SO FEED THE HUNGRY. NOCTURNAL CREATURES
ARE NOT SO PRUDENT. THE MOON'S MY TEACHER, AND I'M HER STUDENT. THERE'S A SHE WOLF
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When Sophia felt the satisfying texture of skin around her teeth and the taste of flesh on her tongue, she knew that she had hit her mark. Snarling, she released the man’s arm and backed up, standing up at full height, her lips drawn back as she lowered her head into a more threatening post. She didn’t want to start another fight with him, but if he continued to touch her, she would have no choice but to make him give her the personal space she desired. Sophia had never been touched in any manner that was anything less that torture or rape—unless it was her parents—and so she absolutely hated being touched by anyone at any given moment.

“You know lil wolf. You need to, let loose a little bit. Also, demons can't lie. I can avoid the question and dance around it, but anything that passes through these lips of mine is truth. Now, if you keep attacking me, I will beat you until your back in your lil pathetic human form, and then I'll take a good pleasure in teaching that naughty puss of yours a lesson.”

Sophia’s bright yellow eyes narrowed as she tried to decipher his threat, but she didn’t take it seriously. You can threaten me all you want, Demon. I will not stand to be stroked like some domesticated canine. Anything you do to me will only make me angrier! she retorted, her lips drawn back in a snarl. It seemed that the demon could read her thoughts, and that just made getting into her human that much more unnecessary. She could talk to the demon, this Raphael, just fine like this. Sophia kept her eyes on the demon, watching his arm heal itself from the corner of her eyes. All that mattered to her was that she had caused him a little bit of pain, and perhaps that was good enough for him. And what she said was true, as well. Torture was little than annoying for her. Pain was something she could handle. Rape had been commonplace in her life.

The demon removed a cigar from his person and lit it. He took the time to take a few puffs before he next spoke. “Everyone has fun lil wolf. Even you have fun, rather it be drinking, eating, driving slick cars, running with your fur all in the wind. I mean we could go run if you want too. I can turn into animals better than you can,” he commented, making Sophia tilt her head to the side. Sophia didn’t think of anything that she did as “fun.” Killing people, eating. . . that was all survival. Running— while not something she just did because she enjoyed it—did give her a certain thrill. However, her thought process was interrupted when the demon started to shift into some cat-like creature. Sophia snorted and glared down at the diminutive beast with the large fangs.

Sophia didn’t know what the thing was, but she was unimpressed. The saber tooth tiger was not a very impressive extinct animal. They were built heavier and more muscular than the big cats of today, but it the thing before would still weigh less than the half-ton werewolf. The cat before her was still shorter and less long than she was, and the wolf was not at all put-off by the cat. When the thing spoke, however, his mouth moved, despite using his mind like the werewolf had to. “I can take the form of any animal at any time. Rather it be the smallest of insects or the biggest of beasts. If it exists or existed I can turn into it,” the cat boasted proudly, as if turning into a cat half Sophia’s side was that impressive.

Though that is a lovely trick, I hardly see any reason for me to stick around any longer. Now, Demon, I will be on my way, the werewolf snorted, turning tail and jumping over the side of the building and into the alley below, where the whole thing had started. At least here in the black market she could do as she pleased and walk around in her wolf form as long as she wished.

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---------VOCAB 707
---------MUSE Fine
---------CHATTER Sorry it took so long.
---------COSTAR Raphael
---------WARDROBE Still fur
---------STAGE From the roof to the alleyway
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