Night Shift-Open-

[Will Warrender]

((I was real busy this week/weekend, so I didn't get around to posting.))

Will growled at the woman who even dared to suggest eating him, but he didn't run, rather he pulled his arm away from the blond and lifted up a lip. Now he was wishing he was more like his sister. That whole vampire thing would have come in handy right about now, he weaved a little, his head getting light.

He didn't like the idea of that, no, no he didn't, he wanted to make sure that he was conscious for that. "Bugger off ya cunt." the young man spat, what was once kindly towards the brunette didn't seem to go the same way for the vicious female.

But it wasn't as though he could break a clean escape anyways, given the situation, flanked, he sort of doubled over for a second and then stood back up, like he was forcing himself to not pass out. He had always thought he'd have died sooner than this, but he wasn't too sure if he knew he'd die this way, but still, he wouldn't go quietly into that dark night.

That snarky blond bitch didn't know she was dealing with the dockside fight champion, he flashed a gap-toothed smile, before swinging a fist at the pretty little face of hers. Of course he should have know better, seemed this was some sort of pack hunt. Well he'd leave 'em hurting if they wanted to be that way.

[spider]

Clary was obviously missing something. From what she could understand, the white haired woman was suggesting murder and cannablism. Her stomach knotted, coiled and uncoiled. The skin of her back was pricking and she knew that if she looked, dark hairs were poking out through all her pores. She closed her eyes and shuttered. "That's disturbing." Her growl was hungry, but weak. She knew she should probably listen to the woman, since she was her only connection to what she is, but the idea of ripping that guy apart was......appalling. She could never do that, even if she didn't know him. He was human, and that wasn't food. She shook her head as the white haired werewolf reached out to the man and she stepped between them. It as a last ditch to get killed, probably. and to give the man a chance to get out of dodge. She looked at the hite woman. "Just go back to where you came--" She choked off her own words because of the fist flying at the werewolf's face. Clary stepped back, incase there were any flying in her direction. She shook violently. Looking at her hands, she saw the claws, the mangled looking hands. Fuck! Why'd it have to happen now?! The changing was getting painful now. She groaned.

"St-stop it." She spoke through her teeth, she moved again between the two of them. She hated this. She knew there was no way the woman would let the hit slid, if it even connected or not, the man still tried to hit her. And there was no way the man was going to back down because the woman seemed like she was going to eat him. Clary could side with the man more on this than the woman, but the woman was her primary source of information. It sucked that to get what she wanted, she'd have to let a man die. But the worst part--well just ONE of the worse parts, was that her instincts were changing from human to monster--in about ten minutes she probably would rip the man open and not feel bad about it. Wolves didn't have guilt. They had no conscience.

"Don't..." She realized slowly that whatever she said probably didn't matter anymore. Neither of them were her friends, neither of them seemed to be anything near decent. The woman was sadistic and the man was on survival mode. The fight between the two of them wouldn't be stopped until someone died, or backed down. The former was more likely, and Clary was near crying. Her bones in her hands were mostly destroyed, her thumbs weren't thumbs but padded nubs, her fingers were shrinking and her wrists and elbows weren't functioning correctly. She bit down to muffle her cries of pain.

[kira]

Meadhbh was regretting even thinking of helping this woman now. She'd thought that she would be hungry and frustrated enough to hunt down this measly human, but no, she had to have a conscious. the older were was incredibly surprised that this wolf was still alive if she was living off whatever, probably no-human, meat that was in her bag. Other animals didn't really cut it on nutrition for weres. With how sickly she seemed though, it was a fair guess to say that she hadn't eaten real human flesh in the last six weeks or so.

The man was even less keen on her idea, and understandably so. She let him rip away from her, her nails grazing his skin. It was likely that he would have run, which Meadhbh would have welcome, but instead, after recovering from his backward stumble, he brought a fist up to hit her square in the face. He was far from fast enough for the punch to make contact and the wolf caught his hand in her palm only centimeters from her nose. With a soft, menacing growl, she twisted his wrist around then shoved it back toward him.

Before the human could make another move, the were stepped forward and threw a punch at his forehead. Her knuckles hit with a solid thud, and lucky for him, no crack. The hit was hard enough to stun him, even give him a concussion, but he wouldn't be knocked out. If she had tried for that hard, she might have killed him, and she didn't want that since there was still a possibility of making him her meal.

As soon as her hand was pulled back, the other wolf moved between them. "St-stopit," Meadhbh snorted softly and grasped the woman's shoulder tightly. "Don't..." She could see and feel fur poking through her skin now. The wolf didn't want to change, so she shouldn't. It was too painful to go through involuntarily, most were even loath to do it on purpose.

The older wolf remembered the epilepsy medication that she always carried with her. She'd noticed that it became difficult for her to transform right after she had taken the drugs. It might help this woman and since wolves had such high metabolism, they would take effect quickly. Her eyes locked onto the other wolf's as she felt around in her pocket. "These'll help," she said quietly, holding out the pills to her. Meadhbh wasn't going to force her to have them, it would just make her feel a little better about this whole thing if she did, and it could, incidentally, help Morrison's research.

[Will Warrender]

Werewolves were fast, Will would give them that, sure that girl had grabbed him and brought him to his knees, but for now it didn't seem like she was going to eat him. However, his arm did hurt, like when Percy's cat would snag him with a claw or something. Somehow to him it stung more than shot to the jaw did.

But then again, he was used to getting hit in the face a lot, and it carried that proof of that in his broken teeth and reset nose, By this point, he was down on one knee, holding himself up as he tried to get his bearings.

It seemed like the dark haired woman didn't want to eat him, which he was eternally grateful, all things considered, but at least it seemed like she was safe, of course his head was swimming, he should escape, but he was dizzy and weird. Just a bit punch drunk. It seemed the white haired woman was offering her something, but he didn't pull his head up. All he could really hear was the -fooom fooom fooom- of the blood in his ears.

There was just something ironic about getting eaten by something that just moments before you were trying to defend, but right now, the irony was lost upon him.