Cats and Dogs...(Teddy/Lucio/Open)

[Remus John Lupin]

The evening air just before sundown was warm and full of life. Birds were heading to various trees and bushes in hast, trying to beat the darkness that was quickly descending on the land. Remus was perched on a rock near a large, man shaped gap in the shrubbery. The foot prints that led up to it were widely spaced, meaning the person was running flat out before ripping through the bushes like a charging bull. The shapes of the foot prints were slowly changing from man like, to near bear like paws. From the direction that they had come from, it looked as if the person had been fleeing Hogsmeade or Hogwarts, either being chased, giving chase or just getting away before he changed. This was unknown to the Werewolf that now wished the Full Moon were closer...Evidently, this beast didn’t need the moon to help his transformation, and that made it even more dangerous.


A rustling of leaves behind him made Remus look over his shoulder with his index finger to his mouth. He then lowered it and pointed off into the bushes way off in the distance, where something was hiding. It’s eyes were just pin dots glowing in the little sun that was left behind the two Lupins. “It knows we are here....And we know it is here, so now what is the next move? Do we approach it and talk to it? Or is it too late...” Remus didn’t wait for a reply as he slowly got down off the rock and started walking toward the bushes with the man shaped gap in them. He was now only twenty yards from the hiding place of the Werecat, if that was indeed what this thing was and not another Animagus that was hiding out here from either the Order or the Death Eaters.


But as he stood here at the first wall of bushes, Remus suddenly felt all his confidence start to flush out of him. The monster before them was obviously old and powerful; it also didn’t reek of fear as most animals did in the presence of a Werewolf. Even Werewolves feared each other, unless they were a pack and knew one another well. Each Werewolf was either bigger, faster, stronger or smarter than another, and that made for tense relationships among them. “It’s not afraid of us Teddy. I’m sure it can smell what I am from here, as the wind is in its favor...But it is not afraid.” he said in a near whisper, his eyes were focused on the two pin dots before them; the first wave of fear now starting to grip him...What had he gotten them into?

[Lucio Marcus Valtori]

Having left the Shrieking Shack only fifteen minutes ago to spare the lives of three, young and foolish students, Lucio now found himself running through the mountain side with only one thing on his mind...Food. A wall a bushes lay ahead of him like a person with outstretched arms, attempting to bar his way in a feeble manner. The Werecat tore through them like a dart rips into tissue paper. Somewhere in all this running he had lost his shoes, possibly when he left the shack, which means he was going to have to get a new pair when this was all over....Again. Yet another wall of brush blocked his path, but this time Lucio jumped behind it as his legs contorted. His feet stretched out and started to take on some fur, while his hands and arms followed suit. An odd sight really seeing as his face was only gathering hair at the moment and not doing much else; though whiskers had started to sprout and were gleaming white even in the evening sun.

His nose and mouth were protruding some, but it more due to the large teeth he had in his jaws now than any skull changes that were sure to come. A noise from where he had just run from brought Lucio’s eyes up to the rock he had passed some time ago. There perched upon it like an eagle, was a man who was possibly Lucio’s age. He smelt strongly of Werewolf, which made the cat tense up suddenly with joy at having another Were-creature so close. Yet this being was afraid of him, something that happened a lot and didn’t phase Lucio one bit. He crept to the edge of the bush now, watching through the dense shrubs as yet another person joined the fray. This one was human in scent, and was of no interest of Lucio’s at the moment, seeing as his curiosity was yanked from its prison with a strong chain.

Slowly, and very gracefully, the now half transformed Werecat stuck his head out of the bushes and crawled toward the Werewolf, who was now standing near the first wall of bushes. It would look to an outsider, that Lucio was stalking the Werewolf, going in for a kill right off the bat. But in truth he was just wanting to play with it, transformed or not, Werewolves were still loads fun. Like large mice that could inflict pain if they so wished yet could still be controlled so long as it stayed a game between them. But Lucio stopped coming toward the Werewolf after closing the distance to about five yards and stood up on his hind legs. “Why....Come...here?” he croaked, his words broken up in an almost ‘cave man’ or ‘Tarzan’ like way. Only simple commands or responses would get through to him and in return, one could expect the same simple, child like replies. His was mind slipping further from him as he watched the two people who were now his play things, until he changed his mind.

[Teddy Lupin]

The setting sun cast everything into shadow and morphed Teddy's already vibrant purple-and-orange hair into a sunset of its own. The trek over the craggy terrain was a difficult one, and sweat had begun to bead on the young man's face, but every muscle in his body was tense with excitement. He was hiking off into unknown danger with his old man. It was every kid's dream, of course, kids weren't usually trapped in an abandoned hospital for months on end with nothing to do but spy on a guy with no nose.

He stared at the ground and the prints etched in it. The more they changed in size and shape, the more excited he got. They were closing in on their query, predators after prey. He mentally noted that werecats didn't need a full moon like werewolves. And although he could think of many strengths in that ability, he could find no weaknesses. That would prove to be trying at the least.

He skidded to a halt, sending up pebbles and dust and his father gestured for silence. He stared past his dad to where he was pointing. He could see the creatures eyes glittering. "Dad," he whispered, his voice choked with ecstasy and tension. Only the slightest vestiges of fear were present. He was too hyped to be afraid. He realized he was shaking from the sheer onslaught of emotions.

His eyebrows shot up. "Not afraid?" He whipped out his wand. "It should be."

He listened to the guttural rumble of the werecat as it finally revealed itself. The sound sen a tremor of uneasiness up Teddy's wand. His grip tightened around the magic stick in his hand and he braced himself for his father's reaction.

[Remus John Lupin]

Remus nodded at his son’s quick thinking to pull out his wand and mimicked the menuver. “Try not to look threatening, we don’t want to provoke it into a fight that can be avoided...At least for the moment.” he said in a low whisper, his eyes still locked on the beast that was now standing up on its hind legs. The fact that it could still speak, even during its transformation, was both interesting and exciting. “We mean you no harm, we just want to talk....I know you are trying to hide from the Death Eaters and we can help you if this is what you want.” Remus felt slightly foolish for trying to talk to a man who was obviously becoming more animal than human and would soon attempt to kill them both if it was indeed anything like the Werewolf in mentality.

Remus looked over at Teddy and winked. It was but a small gesture to let his companion know that should anything start up, he would have his back no matter what they had to do in order to escape. The reckless thread that had tainted Remus because of his close contact with Sirius, finally became a mile wide streak as he stood face to face with something that might very well be one of the most deadly creatures alive today; and they didn’t know yet if it had agreed to join Voldemort or not, which made things even more mysterious.

“Just keep a low profile, and should it attack....” Remus made a signal with his hand that clearly meant ‘kill it to defend yourself...don’t hesitate’. The sun appeared to be setting much quicker now, only because Remus wanted it to hold off until they had managed to make some headway in this investigation.

[Lucio Marcus Valtori]

Lucio tilted his head as he listened to the two people speak. What little he could understand at his current mind set allowed him to piece together that they must be with the Order of the Phoenix, seeing as they wanted to help hide him from the Death Eaters. Now he had recruiters from both sides wanting him to join up; splendid Lucio, just splendid. He had the answer to his question and they meant no harm, or so they said, which made the Werecat go back into play mode. “I....dangerous...leave” he croaked again, His face was even more contorted now, losing most of its human features. Not much longer would he be able to keep his mental state, so close now was the monster that has ruled his family clan for the last few years, not having many of his kin left to continue the bloodline.


The clothes started to fall from his body, revealing long masses of hair that were dark in color. Lucio had the pattern of a tiger on his face, though his stripes were dark gray on black instead of black on orange. His body was covered in leopard spots that were also dark gray in color. The hind paws were rather large, larger than most tigers or lions, as were his forepaws that resembled human hands to a degree.

The mane of hair that surrounded his face looked like a lion, yet branched off and moved down his back like a mane of a horse and some hyena. His whiskers around his nose, mouth and eyes appeared to be the longest bit of hair on his body, save for the part of the mane on the crown of his head. When he yawned at the now set sun, his long fangs looked to belong to a snake or saber-tooth tiger. His wide mouth sported many smaller, yet extremely sharp teeth that were obviously used to nothing more than chewing, seeing as the fangs would be more than enough to hold the prey in place. Just as the last bit of orange left the sky, the Werecat was no longer Lucio Valtori, he was now Shimmer Soul of the Ashpaw Clan and he raised his body up to a humanoid stance; roaring his disapproval at not having any large prey to play with.

[Teddy Lupin]

Don't look threatening, don't look threatening. I have no clue what I'm up against besides the fact that it sounds like a cave man, and he wants me to not be threatening? Oooookay. Despite his disagreement with his father's words, Teddy lowered his wand in as non-threatening a gesture as he could manage. Needless to say, he failed miserably, only managing to twitch his wand uncontrollably and cause various colors of sparks to fly out the end.

He tapped his fingers against his pants leg, rolling his eyes as his father tried to communicate with the whatever-it-was. And obviously it was having no effect as the creature chose not to reply.

Not attack. Sure. Teddy raised his wand and flicked it, illuminating the tip just as the last glimmer if sunlight dipped behind the distant mountains. Stars glittered overhead, but they were dulled by they were dulled by the light of Teddy's wand tip.

Teddy's narrow-eyed curiosity turned to wide-eyed horror and disgust at the creatures distorting features. It was just as, if not even more, gruesome than his father's transformation. He took a step back and his wand tip faltered and failed completely from his fear and lack of concentration. "Dad." His voice was constricted with fear. But some times fear makes people do really stupid things. As if the creature's roar was a cue, Teddy lurched forward and slashed the air with his wand, sending forth a red jet of light. He wasn't sure if this creature would be immune to wizarding magic, or if it would work. Or if it would piss him off and send him into a frenzy.

ooc;; It's shit, I know, but I just wanted to get something down.

[dove]

Eyes locked on the two she had been secretly following, she wanted to laugh right out as she had manged to throw off to Order members. Looking quietly at the two order members she turned her eyes away and to a tree, in which she knew, would be easy to climb. A smile pressed against her lips she slowly started to reach a arm out and grasp the small branch. It cracked in protest. Shifting around to make sure the two man, one older than the other, didn't hear or see her, she started to climb to tree again. Upon reaching a very thick branch that laid low in the tree line, the girl gently grasped her broom, which she had stank down, so it was possible for her to move. Stuck in her muggle jeans and slightly ripped white long-sleeved-shirt, she looked at the three things below. She gently touched the small rip in her shirt, she snorted once she realized she was bleeding, and heavily. "Bloody hell, now what was that healing spell." She thought as she softly, ripped a part of the long sleeved shirt's sleeves, and gently pressed it against her chest, near her collar-bone. She groaned softly, as she looked down and felt her arms starting to twitch with boredom. "Hurry up and do-" She stopped herself as her piece of clothing she was holding slipped and started to fall. "Oh bloody hell." She muttered, as she leaned down on the branch, just waiting for one of the two men to notice the bloody piece of clothing on the ground, or even the creature.

Pain rippled threw her as she remembered her deep scratch she had been given before leaving Hogwarts. Being hexed and than cut right in the middle of the Hallway, by a Slytherin just made her day even more foul, than she stupidly went for a walk and somehow manged to see to man running, and she followed. Eyes glittering she held her hand to her cut, softly sighing once she notice the blood flow was suddenly coming to a stop. Looking at her fingers she shook it softly, and peeked out from behind the thick branch to the two men and the cat like man creature below. "Please don't see me... please don't see me." She whispered closing her eyes, while her face was still able to be seen from below... 'The young boy is the son of the older man and that scary furry thing is the were-cat. SHIT!'


((OOC : Sorry I haven't been on. Posted here finely =P))

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[Remus John Lupin]

Remus’ eyes widened at the sight of his son suddenly attacking the roaring Werecat, not that Remus wasn’t currently trying to do the same. He brought his wand hand down quickly, shooting out a stunner at the monster while groping for Teddy’s coat with the other hand. It was no use, the boy was too far ahead now which meant that Remus had to go and get him. “Teddy! More stunners, throw more stunners at him and fall back!” he yelled as he darted to a nearby tree. Remus was worried about the whole situation, which had suddenly taken a turn for the worse, but kept his head on and looked down at the ground around the tree in hopes of finding a large branch that could be used as a torch. Not for light mind you, but to wave it at the Werecat, which might react to it like any other creature does, mainly the Tiger. But he quickly looked back at Teddy with a groan when he didn’t see any branches just laying about.

The Werewolf then did a double take back to the base of the tree, where a piece of bloody cloth seemed to bring his attention to the fact that they were not alone. Slowly, the Order member brought his eyes up to a limb just a few feet above him, where a smaller figure seemed to be outlined, yet not quite fully visible, so he was unsure if they were really there or if it was just a trick of the weak moonlight. Remus was about to say something to the tree when it hit him that he was obviously losing track of the true reason he was over here. He spun around and ripped a weaker limb from the tree, ignoring the alarms that were going off in his head in regards to the possible threat of the ‘shadowy figure’ actually being a person with foul intent on there minds, and charged toward his son and the Werecat; lighting the tip of the branch as he ran with his wand and poking at the beast once he arrived.

[Lucio Marcus Valtori]

The Werecat snarled and flinched slightly when the spell hit him in the side, but didn’t back down from his mock attack. The spell had the opposite effect on the Werecat than it did on any other creature. Instead of stunning him, it made him feel energized and slightly tingly. This feeling made him want to shake off the crawling insects, or whatever was causing the effect. So with one quick, pouncing movement, he was upon the chameleon haired man with all his weight and attempted knock him to the ground. The cat then roared at the approaching Werewolf, who changed courses suddenly and headed off toward a tree nearby. That brought the Werecat back to his previous prey. Many things were sliding through his feline mind at the moment. He wasn’t hungry, so killing and eating the man wasn’t an option. Boredom was in danger of setting in, so playing with his catch might be a good thing at the moment, at least until he decides the man isn’t worth all the pain he may get out of the wand. Shimmer Soul charged the first man and slashed at him with his forepaws, standing on his hindpaws for a better reach. It put his head far above the head of the man before him. His left forepaw landed onto the man’s right shoulder, digging in the claws to keep him there while his right forepaw latched onto the back of the man’s head. To anyone who didn’t know this was a Werecat, it would appear the man was being mauled by some kind of oddly colored panther or a lion who’s colors had been a transfiguration mishap. It might also look like a bear attack, but the situation was far worse, for a bear couldn’t pass his curse onto the one he bit, Shimmer Soul could.




The Werecat tried to bite the man around the neck, but kept losing his grip on his prey as the Werewolf returned with some fire on a stick, which brought the attention of the cat off the man he was attacking. Shimmer Soul jumped down off the battered man, keeping his eyes focused on the Werewolf, who was now poking at him with the fiery stick. The reaction to the fire was not going to be what he had expected, as Shimmer Soul was not in the least bit frightened by a little flame. It would have to be a really big one to get him to play hide and seek. Again he lunged toward his prey, this time it was the Werewolf who would be receiving the full power of his fury. Shimmer Soul latched onto the stick, just above where the flame was roaring and tried to break it off so that he would have a clear shot at the man himself, not a stick down his throat at the next pounce. The wind changed suddenly, bringing with it the scent of another person nearby, who was either bleeding or had something with blood on it with them. The Werecat let go of what was left of the stick and turned toward a tree that the wind had blown through. The free blood was far more interesting than the two individuals that were well weaponed and could kill him if they took the time to think about how to do it.

[Teddy Lupin]

Teddy hit the ground. Hard. The air exploded from his lungs in a rush and stars exploded in front of his eyes. His head struck a sharp stone. As his fingers brushed his hairline, he could feel a wet stickiness. His stomach heaved violently, and he had to swallow it back down. Blood streamed down his face, partially blinding his right eye. His fingers gingerly touched the spot again, and he shuddered at what felt like bone. The man stumbled to his feet, still nauseated by the feel and smell of blood. He spat a clod of blood that managed to seep into his mouth onto the ground, and his stomach churned at the metallic taste.

Claws raked his chest, and he stumbled backward, only just managing to keep his balance. His relief was short-lived, however. A ham-sized paw slammed down on his shoulder like an anvil. The dull throb was accentuated by claws digging into his shoulder. His knees buckled, but the claws held him up, shredding his skin in the process. He cringed at the monster's foul smell, made even more detestable by the wretched odor of blood and sweat radiating from Teddy's ravaged body. He jerked, pain racking his body as the creature grabbed the back of his head, yanking out several clumps of hair from his scalp. Tears streamed down his face, mingling with the blood.

He thought it was horrible. He could practically feel Death hovering on his shoulder. But it was nothing compared to what followed. Sudden, blinding pain. Worse than a thousand torture curses aimed and fired at him at once. Teddy screamed; not a stubbed-your-toe-on-the-bed-and-the-nail-came-off scream, but a scream of absolute and total agony. Fire seared his neck, and he begged, pleaded for death. He would've sank to his knees and groveled at the Werecat's feet, but he was still attached to claws that tore his skin at the slightest movement. Anything more would end up with his body torn to pieces. Not a happy thought.

He could feel the feline reach for another bite, but the feat was never accomplished. Teddy dropped to the ground like an abandoned puppet. The smell of blood was choking him, and he would gladly lay on the rocky earth and just die. The cold ground soothed his shrieking muscles slightly, and he wished for Death even more. No more fighting, no more pain. His hazy mind could practically see his mother waiting beside him, waiting to escort him to the other side, wherever it was. "Dad, I'm sorry..." His voice trailed off, and he blacked out.

He awoke again to the smell of smoke and a sharp snapping sound. At first he thought that his spine had been snapped. But instead of his senses dulling and fading, they became more focused. He looked around and saw his father locked in half-combat with the Werecat. But his pathetic torch served him no purpose. The monster grabbed and snapped the stick in half as if it were a toothpick.

The wind changed suddenly, and the Werecat stepped away from his father. Following its gaze, Teddy could see why. Clinging to a tree, a spectator of his near-slaughter, was a girl. She had to be a student. He could see blood dripping fro somewhere on her body, saw it hit and splash on the ground. The Werecat advanced in that direction, and the battered man took action. He fumbled for his wand, a few inches away from his still hand. he grabbed the magic stick and aimed it at the space directly in front of the feline. "Not today, you bastard! Incendio!" A stream of flame burst from his wand. It struck the ground in front of the Werecat, igniting on the sparse undergrowth. It grew from the fuel, warping into a furious bonfire-sized flame, creating a protective wall in front of the nameless girl. Teddy stumbled to his feet again, blood trickling off his body, staining his tattered shirt.

"You wanna mess with someone? Mess with me." Before his dad could have the chance to intervene, Teddy cast a Shield Charm in the older man's direction, keeping him away from the pair.

[dove]

"oh dear me.." i whispered as i glanced down at the man with blonde hair. the first to notice me. seeing as the werecat was more of a threat he went to save the younger man. but it seemed that his near death was nothing cause what i saw next was the werecat turning on me. ripping more of the shirt, until it seemed like a non sleeve shirt, and had it's rips along the bottom, i struggled to climb down, failing as i landed, ungracefully, near the base of the magical fire. my hair, blonde curled, tired back, bounced freely and i looked at the younger man. reaching into my shoe i grasped my wand and pointed it at the werecat, my chest wound starting to bleed again, i sighed. "i do not care... avis!" and suddenly, many tiny birds exploded from her wand and she sent them towards the werecat. with a struggle, i walked away from behind the fire and joined the younger men at his side. "you git! you'll get yourself killed!" i spat, my eyes wide in horror as i drifted my wand around the werecat's head. taking my broom from my pocket i resized it and pushed it towards the younger men, my eyes still locked on the werecat. "take this and go... take the other men... i'll try and get this thing away." turning i spotted the boy's injuries and settled for a sharp intake.

glancing at the older men, i felt fear roll in my stomach, but my respect for the man who worked for the order made me to a double check on my past. 'well franny and mike were order members...' shrugging, i covered my eyes with my hands and rubbed them. a smudge of blood was left in it's wake and i grasped my wand tighter, i gently nudged the boy. "brave and very much filled with courage. BUT bloody hell, you'll get yourself killed!" i spat again, looking down at my clothes and shivering. i had never once felt so open, and looking down at my body i saw a new scratch that was bleeding gently. eyes widening in pain i gingerly blinked closed my eyes and wished for it all to go away. the dark lord, the order, the creatures, i wanted to be a normal muggle girl. a single silent tear formed in the corner of her eye but she shook her head and glared at the creature, dropping into her strander dueling postion, "your the one he wanted... screw him. you could of hurt him. he could of hurt him." she felt like running at the creature screaming on the top of her lungs, but i knew it was useless, so half couching, half striding i waited for the creature to head it's way towards one of the three of us. 'please just let it die... please just let it die.'


[[I'm blanker than a blank piece of paper. -.- my muse died over christmas.]]

[Remus John Lupin]

Remus was shocked at how much torture his son had endured at the hands of the Werecat, and the fact that he was still alive only made the older man realize that the boy, even though he wasn’t very skilled in everything he needed to know to survive, the kid was still tougher than a Whomping Willow that’s a little on the sick side. The Werewolf charged the beast when it turned to face the tree, learning all too late that Teddy had placed a shield charm between him and his father. Remus plowed head on into the charm, falling backward and landing on his side as he rolled to prevent himself from getting caught flat out on the ground without his wand, which had bounced out of his hand and was now a foot away from his right hand. Snatching up the wand with the speed and grace of a Seeker grabbing a Snitch, Remus wheeled around and dispelled his son’s charm with the flick of his wrist, but at this time a student had joined the fray and was probably starting to draw attention to herself from the beast that was no doubt a little more than slightly irritated from Teddy’s ‘Wall of fire’ trick. “Teddy!” Remus shouted over the roar of the flaming brush, which was now taking over most of the ground and could possibly be seen from the school by now. This mission had soured so quickly that Remus was surprised they even got a chance to defend themselves. He should never have brought Teddy with him, now he was in more danger than when he was out 'just roaming' on his own. “Get out of here! Take her with you and go! I’ll deal with this monster myself, after all, we are on the same page” he growled.

Now to get the message ingrained in his son’s head. Remus darted up to Teddy and the unnamed girl, who looked vaguely familiar to him, and threw himself between the Werecat and the two younger people. This put him right in the path of the angry beast. Not the brightest of ideas and certainly one that would have gotten him filleted by Dora if she were still alive and he had lived to return home to tell the tale. He looked over his shoulder at his son and gave him a stern look as he shouted one last time for him to flee; the last thing he wanted was loose Teddy or the student. “Go now!”.

But was he turned around to face the Werecat, he realized that those few seconds it took for him to tell his son to get out of here had left him open to a powerful attack from the Werecat. Smooth move Remus, real smooth...Now you’ll all die here. His mind scolded him as he watched the Werecat take advantage of the Order member’s error. Remus fell to the ground momentarily then bounced right back and cast the first spell that came to mind. “Expecto Patronum!” A large dog shot out of the tip of his wand and charged the Werecat. It reminded Remus of Sirius, which brought his thoughts away from the battle for just a moment; where was Sirius and what would he do in this situation? Remus shook his head, clearing his mind of the fuzzy feeling he was getting now that he had noticed the large gash in his chest where the beast’s claws had dug in and ripped away his flesh.

[Lucio Marcus Valtori]

As Shimmer Soul rounded on the girl, a loud pop and a rush of heat suddenly alerted him to the danger that he had placed himself in. A wall of flames erupted near him, sealing him off from the prey he had been seeking before. Then, just when he figured things couldn’t get any worse, birds came out of nowhere and pelted his head, eyes and sensitive nose with their sharp beaks and talons; the fun was over now. With a new found need to escape and regroup, the Werecat darted up to the edge of the fiery wall and attempted to jump it. No sooner had his feet left the ground to glide over the flame, the Werecat decided he wouldn’t clear the wall entirely and reversed his action. This led to him setting his short tail on fire as he turned around. A yelp filled the air and the large beast ran straight at the Werewolf, who was now standing right in front of the two humans Shimmer Soul had been targeting. Smoke trailed after him as he hit the Werewolf square in the chest, slicing a large wound into the already damaged man before him. He fell, but for only a moment; then reenforcements came. The Werewolf summoned his friend, an equally large dog, to charge and attack Shimmer Soul, who turned tail and ran to avoid being ripped apart by a glowing dog. He didn’t know it was a Patronus in his current state of mind, it was just another animal that was about his size and seemed hell bent on killing him.

The fact that it was bright white didn’t help either, it only added to his paranoia and further implanted the idea that the new dog was purely dangerous. It was obviously magic, so could injure him if it made the right attacks, and Shimmer Soul wasn’t going to take any chances with this new threat. He rushed the fiery wall with all his might and soared over it with a powerful leap. The dog didn’t appear to follow him and the Werecat didn’t seem to notice or care, for he continued to run away from the battle he had started without so much as a glance behind him. But he wasn’t finished yet. Shimmer Soul jumped up into the first tree he came upon and perched himself on the largest branch that the tree had to offer. This gave him the perfect view of the three people he left back on the field.

Now that he was safe, it was time to come up with a better attack strategy that didn’t involve him being burned to death, pelted by a number of strange birds or chased around by a glowing, ghostly dog. But a plan didn’t come to mind just yet, in fact, Shimmer Soul was starting to have second thoughts about returning to the battlefield now that he realized just how close he had come to death. The one move that really made his feline brain decide to finish what he started, was when two of the humans appeared to be getting ready to leave, which would mean that the Werewolf would be there alone, unguarded and quite injured....Joy.