A broken fragment of time.(Open)

[Pete]

He couldn't discern reality from the hell he re-lived over and over again every night. The line became thinner every day. It was almost non-existant. Had he let her die? Had he given up on her? Why did god torment him like this? How could he ever face her again, knowing that he had gambled with her life and lost? What would she say? He didn't ruin Arai's life, he snuffed it out. In his mind he deserved death. The shattered remains of his "life" filled with the constant reminder that it was he who killed her. This was his punishment, he would never die. He would live in this state until the end of time. He wondered how many more apparitions of his past he would have to face. The memories of what once was were the only thing that kept him going.

Pete had been walking down the street feeling sorry for himself, he hadn't eaten in days and his clothes had seen better days. He had no money and was badly in need of a shower and some axe. Dispite the area he was in, he wasnt afraid of walking alone in the dark. Especially considering he had night vision and was 6' tall in his human form, even in his weak state, he wasnt one you would mess with. Breathing in the fresh night air, he smelled something... human blood. He sprinted towards the scent, weaving through backyards and alleys until he found his mark. The woman was unconsious, but alive. He gently shook her, she didnt respond. "Oh crap..." He mumbled as he heaved her delicate body onto his shoulder, the exertion kicking in his Lycan strength, he brought her to the woods he had been living in.He bandaged her and covered her head with a damp cloth. He sat there by the small fire he had made hoping for the best as he stared out into the distance as the breeze swept through his blonde hair.

"Well, what am i doing in the woods with a human girl... well, i was under the impression i was saving your life. The real question is, why is your fiance possesed by demons and why are you so interested in me? Its not everyday you meet a human who knows about Lycans and Vampires."

"Well, nice to--see you again..." He said as he coughed up blood. Hospital... bad... how should we explain this to them? My Werewolf friend was beaten up and shot by a bunch of rednecks, can you fix him? I was thinking of something more along thie lines of pulling the bullet out and stitching me up. And as for you, human, thank you for saving me. he projected to them. "Did....did you just talk?" Jarrod asked him. Yes, yes I did. My name is Pete, and as you have already guessed, I'm a Lycan. No, your not dreaming, i assure you I am very real. Now it would be awesome if you could pull that bullet out and seal the wound. It almost amused Pete to see the man recoil in shock, realizing that the boy was talking to him in his head. Again, I thank you for saving me, but remember, this did not happen, you did not see me or the girl... It's hard enough to keep a low profile around here... Remind me to not get shot next time... he winced in pain as Namir began to probe his wounds... revealing his golden eyes before they returned to normal. Believe it or not, I think i would have prefered to keep the bullets in... god, getting shot was the easy part. And the human, it amazes me he hasnt been running around in circles screaming... he may be of use to us.

Pete heard the noise coming from outside and almost had a stroke. This wasnt the time for a Vampire attack, he put down his pizza and umped out of the window, carrying his knife and willing himself to transform, his endocrine system just waiting for an excuse to pump out adrenaline. Pete found himself looking not at a Vampire, but a scroungy young woman, not much older than him. She looked cold, hungry, and a little embarrased as she lay there on the ground. Pete also noticed something else about her, something wild in her eyes. Pete realized that she was a Lycan, and thus family... like a long lost sister. "Welcome to the Lycan den, names Pete, how bout you?" He said with a smile on his face. "Would you like to come inside? I have pizza if you want some."

Its not all about the warfare Arai, you have a gift. You can make people laugh, make them smile. You can be there for us, and we can be there for you. As I said before, you shouldnt have to walk alone, we're in this together. As for getting to know your abilities, I can help with that... if you let me. His eyes still locked on her's, he leaned in closer yet. He kissed her, lingering for a moment. "Good night Arai." he said, walking back to the tent.

Even now I see their smiling faces...thank god they can't see what ive become. He thought, slowly propping his body up on his knee, a single tear falling as he stood to his feet.

[Pablo]

Pablo continued to growl at the red wolf, A fourth presence had joined them. Somehow none of them understood the hours he had spent securing this land, and with a deafening howl the forest shook. Leaping across the river, the lycan followed the red wolf. There was the fourth presence... a lycan. At that moment it all came back rush to wards him. All of the deaths he found himself soley responsible for.

Group one had, successfully evacuated the building. Pablo lead it,everybody in the group had a grin on their face their task had been all but done perfect.He ran over to stand above the officer as he overhead the conversation with Pete. "Is the building clear?" "Yes sir, groups one, two, and seven have vacated the building." Pablo then gave the command without thinking to him all the groups had been cleared. "Blow it up!" "Yes sir." A man had responded. At that moment Pete spoke again from the radio. "DO NOT DETONATE!! I REPEAT, DO NOT---" It was to late, Pablo made an attempt to stop the demolition, it was a fruitless attempt though. The explosion had sent debree flying miles into all directions.

About 10 minutes had passed, as Pablo,his group and the demolator returned to the ruins. Needless to say, despite how gruesome the hour was, Pablo had a grin on his face. Finally he had won, yes it might of not been how he imagined it. But the job was done. A man rushed up to Pablo, the look of his face was opposite of the young man's. He began to give a list of those who were dead. It was a long list, too long. Pablo's face had slowly turned from a grin to a frown. "Why? How are there so many dead." "You gave out the order to early... You killed them.." Pablo turned away from the man. Perhaps he had imagined those last words, Maybe not. To him it didn't matter thought, it was the truth. In fact he had killed them. There was nothing he could do, and Pablo hated himself because of it. He slowly walked away from the ruins of the ruins. Leaving the others under the command of God only knew who.

[Namir Black]

Namir's mind stopped, froze in its innerworkings... Arai? She looked at her pitifully, what had happened, this wasn't the Arai that she knew from so long ago. The scar marred her cheek, and she had become more animalistic and savage in her ways, not the way she remembered her, the lycan who Pete was falling for, the softness of her personality. It was worse than she'd guessed.
The other lycans were turning on her, it was obvious at that. There was no one side anymore, it was every man for himself, everyone pretty much screwed pack unity. At that point Namir wasn't sure if she should show her human form or not, something told her that if she did Arai would be able to take her. The other side of her mind relished that maybe they would recognize her, that they could work it out, who knew.. Namir stood still in her wolf form, bigger than Arai, but smaller and more slender than the two males. She projected to all of them, as to soothe the animal instinct within them, I am Namir.. I didn't come here to fight you. Namir wasn't quite sure what to do now, would she end up fighting them? The people she fought alongside so many years before.

[Arai]

Bracing herself for an attack, Arai was a bit perturbed to find pity coming from the black wolf. It made her angry; she was past needing pity from anyone. Long ago, when she had dragged her burned and battered body from the wreckage, Arai had vowed to never be at anyone's mercy, under anyone's command, ever again. Her shattered mind couldn't quite remember what had happened that life-changing day, but she recognized the feeling of desertion that accompanied the empty fields. Whoever had left her had been someone important to her; that she knew. But who it was her mind wouldn't say. The name escaped her, as her old personality did; both, along with many other things, were locked down deep in her memories.

Namir? Why did that name seem so hauntingly familiar? Growling and snapping, she shook her head, trying to remember. But rememberance hurt, it pained her to recall anything. Arai couldn't reverse it once it started, so she tried not to think, not to remember. The price paid with that was that she also didn't bring back herself, the person she had been. Arai was more wolf than human now; a complete reversal of those who had known her before. Before she had disliked her lycan side, at times denied it, and dreaded the full moon. Now she reveled in the power, the savagery, of raw meat, of silvery light tingling through her veins and dancing in her eyes. The voice in her head, feminine and soft, was strangely calming. But Arai didn't want to be calmed. If the black one wouldn't fight, Arai would find another.

At that point a cavernous roar shook the forest as the brown wolf came bounding up. To her he was the only sane one, for the white one was on the ground in some strange malady and the black one, Namir, was unwilling to fight. Growling low and deep, she challenged him, baying her own fierce melody at the impassive moon that shone down on them all. His territory or no, Arai was in no mood to be chased off. She didn't back down anymore. If he did not welcome her, then she would fight to stay. Digging her blunt black nails deep into the rich earth, Arai crouched low, then powerfully launched herself forwards, the thick muscles in her legs snapping like well-oiled machinery, her shoulders rippling with lean power as she ran. Meeting him halfway, she snarled and instead of doing the typical wolf thing - keeping above him - she pulled a trick she had developed. In the wild, those who lost their footing died. Arai never lost her footing; it helped that she was smaller and more agile, almost catlike at times. Lowering her head, she hit his broad chest with her right shoulder, lunging upwards in hopes of knocking him on his back.

[Pablo]

I am king of these forest.... I beckon you to leave now for your own safety. The message was sent to the two females, and apparently Arai hadn't heeded it. The animals of these forest have accepted me as their leader wolf, they will fight for. This was sent to wards the red one, as she charged. Arai had taken a step to close, her tactic had back fired. She kinda bounced off the much larger lycan, the largest of the four. Maybe it was due to the fact he had been turned by the second strongest lycan, or by mere chance. It did not matter. Pablo had been knocked maybe half a step, he swung his large paw at Arai with a bone crushing attack. She would have to either use her quickness and teeth if she wished to have a fighting chance. Then again just because Pablo was large didn't mean he was slow, or had bad footing.

Once again Pablo howled as she had attacked him, this time it litterly shook the roots of the trees. Above birds quick flew away from their nest, critters had scattered away. The once peaceful forest would become a battle field, and the lycan was determined to rid it of the pest.

[Arai]

Her charge was not as effective as Arai would have liked, but she had no time to reflect on that right now. Almost knocked over, she twisted her lithe body, landing on her feet with catlike agility. His massive paw swung at her, threatening to crush her, as she recovered for another attack. Dancing nimbly aside, she felt his claws scrape her ribs as she rushed around, not engaging in full-blown tussling, but dashing in and out, nipping and biting what she could, then darting out of his reach. Some called it cowardly, but she called it strategy. When you were the smallest you couldn't win by purely strength. Now it was an interesting fight between the two lycans, one huge and muscular and the other smaller and ferocious. Baring her teeth in a wolfish type of grin, she thought, The animals don't seem to be doing you much good, wolf! Arai watched as the birds fled and creatures scurried away from the two viscious fighters, afraid to get involved. Snarling, she dashed in again, ripping his ear to shreds and trying to bite at his neck. Arai would not be driven away like a common criminal.

[Pablo]

Pablo watched as she dove back. Coward! If she wants to fight like that... He said to himself at that moment striking his paw onto the ground, sending debree and dust into her direction hopefully in an attempt to blind her. They do not deserve the title of an animal. They are mindless critters. Pablo retorted, followed by a howl. Not as loud as those before, it was a call though Arai seemed to be unaware of it they had quite an audience. It mostly consisted of mammals, mostly wolves and a bear or two. If all seemed to go wrong, they would aid him.

Knocking the dust into the air seemed to back fire, as Arai dove through it. He had only seconds to react, as she attempted to rip her throat. Pablo moved, feeling her teeth bite into his shoulder. He did not howl in pain, it showed weakness. As she dangled from his shoulder, the wolf attempted to slam her onto the ground, crushing her in between the ground and his broad shoulder.

[Arai]

Biting onto flesh, Arai held hard, digging her fangs deep. The coppery wild taste of lycan blood filled her mouth, coated her jaws. Her cinnamon fur darkened down her chest as the blood dripped down in a crimson ooze. Letting go as she fell, she wriggled aside enough that his shoulder only snapped a rib or two. Compared to her past injuries, that was nothing. In about ten to fifteen minutes it would heal. The thing about pain tolerance was that it was relative. Breaking a rib seemed major to those who had only twisted ankles before. To Arai, who had been burned, bruised, and broken in almost every way possible, the pain was a welcome reminder that she still lived.

The problem with the brown wolf's attack was that it put him lower than her. Rolling out with a few snaps and crunches emenating from her chest, Arai pounced on him, snapping and snarling. Any observer would only see a cloud of dust and loam in the air from the two tangling warriors. Her blunt claws ripped at his coat, seeking any place where they could dig in and tear off his pelt. Wolf claws were not razor sharp, but rather a bit dulled, suited for digging and attacking. The sharp part of the wolf was their teeth, and Arai used that to her full advantage, nipping and snapping at what she could with her crimson-stained teeth. At this point, had the brown wolf given up the fight, Arai would not back down. Her bloodlust was worked up, the madness of battlelight shining from her amber eyes. This was one fight she would win. Only death would convince her to stop.

((OCC: Someone else post now. An endless fight between Pablo and I can only be interesting for so long))

[Pablo]

Giving up was not an option for the brown wolf, he was ignorant. Feeling the claws of the red wolf, a switch seemed to be hit. His eyes flared wide open, she had pushed her luck perhaps to far. Using tremendous force the wolf attempted to bring his claw down on Arai, while trying to pin her down. In a proceeding attack he tried to bite her and hold her within her claw. Most of Arai's attacks had been on his skull, painful maybe. But the lycan's hard skull would not be shattered. All around the fight, the audience only seemed to grow, now it consisted of not only carnivorous animals but herbivores as well. It was odd as animals who were considered enemies, did not fear each other.

[Arai]

Fully aware of her surroundings, of the crowd encircling the two, Arai knew she couldn't be knocked down. A wolf on their back meant a dead wolf. It was simple pack dynamics and instinct. His claw caught her hard, pinning her chest down. Her back legs tore and pushed at him, trying to drive him away, as she bit and snarled back, her golden eyes blazing with terrifying anger. His snapping teeth prevented her from reaching his throat right now. Arai writhed under him, struggling to break free. The animals seemed to move in closer; the other two wolves weren't doing anything. But now the two wolves were in their own world, a vicious fight for territory and death.

[Namir Black]

Namir had denied her lycanthropy for so long now since the war that she cowered from fighting, and hiding from the moon. She wanted to give her family a new start, and not remind herself of any prior occurrences from the war.
Arai and Pablo were now caught in a struggle, she took a quick look at Pete, he was still in his state of unawareness. The fight was getting worse, she had to jump in. To give a warning she let a low vicious grumble of a growl escape her chest, her teeth bared at the two and the black hair standing to a fine tip on the back of her neck. Namir let out a warning snarl and began snapping viciously at the feet of Pablo to try to urge him away from Arai. At the other wolf on her back she growled and snapped in the same manner at her shoulders, never turning her back on either wolf. It was too late to stay uninvolved at this point, the two lycans had fought long enough.

[Pablo]

If a lycan could grin, this one did. He had her right where he wanted her, and there was nothing she could do even if the other lycan did try to interfere. Which she somewhat did or at least tried to, her growling did not intimidate her. As the wolf side of Pablo stared down, his teeth slowly making their way to her neck to deliver the final blow. His human side pitied her, She was such an angry lycan. They were both blinded, maybe not by sight but by anger. It reminded him of a time long ago, where he had accidentally fought his friend. He did not recognize her because at the moment he could not see, and she did recognize him because... well quite frankly he didn't know why and never bothered to figure out. The pity eventually overwhelmed his wolf side but he would not show it by simply not killing her. Instead of tearing apart his throat he quickly brought up one of his paws, that had pinned her down and attempted to strike her chest. He then jumped away from her to face Namir, Pablo growled and leaped forward striking at her.

[Arai]

Snapping and growling for all she was worth, the red wolf gathered that she might not get out of this one. But still she fought - backing down was no option. Arai did not recognize the wolf as Pablo because she had forgotten. Something in her brain had decided those facts about her past were not needed. And now she didn't know how to get them back. His teeth flashed white in the light of the darkening night, coming at her throat. Arrested in his motion, he stopped a bit, the other wolf, the one who called herself Namir, joining in. She nipped both of them, but Arai barely noticed the small pains. Compared to her other injuries it was nothing. His large paw hit her chest, knocking the breath out of her for a second or two and cracking a rib. But then he faced the black wolf. Arai couldn't decide which to attack, so she leaped after the brown wolf, meeting Namir in combat seconds after him. Her teeth tore with indiscriminatory vigor, ripping and tearing at whatever got in her way.

[Pete]

It was a dream. It must have been. Nothing else could explain it. As far as Pete knew, he and Pablo were the only Lycans who had survived. The others had died in battle or killed by the hunters. But here he was, standing a few feet from not just one, but three other Lycans. The familiar hulking brown werewolf, Pablo, facing off against the newcomer, a reddish colored wolf, with a smaller black Lycan attempting to keep the peace. This was much too real to be a dream. They were disrupting the peace he had worked so hard to obtain, they had to be stopped. Pete closed his eyes, letting the darkness envelope him. He stood before the full moon, bright against the dark night sky. His eyes grew wide, soaking in the moon's faint light. His body stiffened, his bones popping and cracking as his body grew. His blinding white fur had long since lost its gleam, he now stood just smaller than Pablo, his fur a smokey grey. He walked on two feet, his claws ripping apart the earth as he ran towards the fight, a menacing growl emenating from his chest. If they didn't want to stop fighting, Pete would stop the fight for them. He grabbed the brown wolf by his ruff, lifting him into the air, doing the same with the red wolf, snarling at both. Do not anger me.

[Arai]

But angering him was just what Arai would do. In the middle of a fight she had just been plucked up like she was no more than a disobediant pup. That irked her immensely. Arai was a fighter now, and she only saw this ghostly-looking wolf as another challenger. He had the brown wolf in claw too. Only the black one remained free. Snarling back, Arai bared her blood stained teeth, her black lips lifted to reveal her sharp canines. Her light gold eyes snapped feverishly with the intoxicating battlelight. Her fur, matted slightly with fresh blood, bristled at the intruder as she dangled in the moonlight. This was no way to treat a werewolf! With a powerful thrust of her muscles, Arai swung herself around, scratching and clawing at his chest and stomach, snapping at his arms viciously. The gray one was at least three times bigger than Arai; that did not deter her at all. Size was not a matter of importance to her. It was guts, determination, and sheer ferocity that won a fight. And Arai lacked none of these. One way or another she would get free. Captivity was something that she would avoid at all costs. The red wolf that had formerly been a caring, fun-loving, generally peaceful person had gone almost completely feral, and it would take something collossal to turn her back.