There are few towns which hold as much darkness as Moonstark. It's lightest nights are only on that one special day when the moon shines the brightest. This night of June the 22nd, was different. It was dark and held a little scent of blood. Pure blood. There is a small opening, in the deepest parts of the woods near the border of the town, where a gathering was being called. Several individuals had just arrived.

Jack stood closest to the dark forest and his sister next to him. Beside them was a few others, unknown. Really they all were unknown by eachother. They were the new generation of the pack. This was their meeting. Other werewolves soon would arrive to join the pack.

The other members of the pack had arrived, they carried the scent of blood, and that was what caught his attention and brought Gideon out of his book. Dropping out of the trees, he loped over to the others, and nodded a greeting to Jack and Olive. He stood facing the pack, and felt belonging, like he had whenever he was with them. The first meeting was important, and tonight was the night they made the pack.
It's been a long time since there was a meeting called, nearly a whole generation, he thought. Now that there has been one called, changes are going to be made, and fast, I might have to put my book on hold, and i was getting to a good part.

Olive winked at the new commer. Jack grolwed at his sister. "Not now. You can flirt later!" He whispered darkly.

"Just because your first in line, doesn't mean that you have the right to boss me-" Jack cut his sister off with another growl.

A few moments passed in silence. A tall man, with shaggy black hair walked slolwy to the gathering. He felt the burn in his mouth, from lack of blood and juicy meat. He added to the circle. He stood next to Gideon, panting slightly.

A few others arrived as the night went on. Finally an elder approached Jack. He brought with him a staff, for he could barley walk. He stumbled over to the pack, wearing a broad grin overtop of his wrinkly face. "My great people, welcome to the night of the Recalling. This is new generation. So many years our people have fallen into darkness. Now, we will do something about it. We must gain our loyalty back!" He held up the staff.

Deep in the trees that surrounded them, someone watched. She was fighting her longing to the pack. Something about them...she need to be there. Her name was Helena. She fought every urge in her body. She knew who she was and she knew who she wanted to be.

Gideon watched the elder, he was itching for the meeting to be over. He didn't really care if their lives were like this. At least this way he could read in peace and wouldn't be disturbed. The man standing beside him reeked of sweat with the slight tinge of alcohol. With no blood to be drunk he must have drunk alcohol to slake some of his thirst.
He watched Olive, her skin shone and her eyes glittered, when she had smiled at him his heart flew, but he wouldn't tell her that. She looked between the old man and her brother as the proceedings took place. He prepared for the end of the meeting, or maybe it was the start, for once a leader was declared, he could call a meeting when he chose.
Gideon saw, out of the corner of his eye, a glint of light reflected of a pair of eyes that was watching, they weren't the eyes of an animal. He slowly slid around the pack, who were entranced by the meeting, and slipped into the trees. He was pretty sure that the eyes in the forest hadn't seen him move towards them, and he knew they couldn't hear him, he was the quietest while stalking, like a spider.
He moved beside the girl who was watching the meeting, and tapped her shoulder gently, holding a finger to his mouth to tell her to stay quiet.
"Who are YOU?" He hissed at her, prepared to jump after her if she ran.

(If there is an ooc tell meh please, i'll make my char there"


David, who is resting his back on a tree, let out a loud yawn as he stares at the group gathering near him. "Well this is fun" He thinks to himself. His green eyes stares up at Olive. "But I cant really complain"

Giving the girl a wink and a smile he flicks his blond hair out of his eye, before he turns to stare at the elder. "Even the leaders move slow" Another thought in his head. Upon his head rests a wide brim leather hat, somewhat like a cowboy hat. With a press of a thumb he pushes the brim of the hat up.

Stretching his hands behind his head he listens to the Elder speak. His hands moving down to clap lightly during the entire staff raise part. Soon growing bored though his eyes flicker back to Olive, hoping to catch her eye every so often.

"I am gonna like it here."

He is wearing a outer coat, with a plaid like pattern with a plain white undershirt. Replacing his hands behind his head he lets his eyes drift off to the man standing next to Olive. "Oh please let him be her brother." He then notices the impressive build of the man. "On second thought..."

Cracking his knuckles and with a final glance to Olive he drifts off into space.

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Helena jumped. She took one look at the figure and scuried away. This was it, she was caught. She hid behind a tree scared to peek behind, just in case. She was fast, but was she fast enough? Had he seen her?

The Meeting

The elder looked down at Jack with a smile. "After all these years, my possition will be filled," he took a moment of silence, either because he wanted to draw suspension to his speach or because he had forgotten where he was. "It will be filled, by none other than...my grandson; Jack."

Howling sounded off from all the werewolves. There was a new leader and a new chance for hope. Jack smiled down at his pack proudly, ready to make his speach.

"It's okay, I won't hurt you," Gideon said softly, moving silently to the tree, "if I was going to hurt you I would've done it when you didn't know i was here.
When the howling at the meeting broke out, he knew the leader had been chosen, and he had to hurry back for the speech that was bound to happen. He breathed in deeply, memorizing her scent, and said, "Go to the edge of the woods, I'll meet you there, do NOT watch anymore of this gathering, or you will die. I will be with you in about thirty minutes, wait for me until i come for you."
Moving back to the meeting, Gideon came up behind Jack, and lightly tugged on his shirt, "Congratulations," He whispered to him.
As Jack went to the front of the pack Gideon glanced at Olive and whispered hello, before turning to listen to the speech.

"Oh?" was David's surprised reply. he was vaguely aware of some action to the left of him. The girl that was hideing behind the tree was downwind of David's current location, so the smell of her body drifted to and up his nose.

Yawning he raises his finger to point to that tree, not caring who is the one seeing this. David stares at Jack with lazy eyes. "Brother or Boy toy" He thinks to himself. "Cutie is off limits now"

With a slight sigh of disappointment he turns his eyes to the actions near him.

His hands, now stretched behind his head, gives another small crack. Speaking up to both the new and old Elders.

"Is announcing a new pack leader to a group of outsiders the point of this meeting?

Laziness laces his voice

"If so, I'll gladly go"

Although seemly lazy and a slouch, David's eyes show nothing but a cool, sharp intelligence.

Before Gideon left Helena whispered, "I wasn't afraid of you hurting me," then she turned and began to walk to the edge of the forest.

Jack glared at David. "If it is what you want so dearly, sorry that we have caused you such torture of bordum!"

"Why hello," Olive whispered, as she smiled showing a pair of white fangs.

Jack rolled his eyes at his sister once more before beginning his speech. "My fellow shadow feeders, meat lovers, and cursed, I am honored to be your alpha!" He bowed low to the ground, then shot back up. "During my control of the pack...there will no longer be the rule that we have to hide in shadow! We aren't monsters and we are not murders!"

The tall man with shaggy black hair laughed at this. "Maybe they arent'..."

Jack continued," We will live among the fellow mortals! Also, we will only eat humans if they are injured or nearly dead. Some of you, who I am deeply disappointed in, have thought against this rule. Well, our lives are indangered even more if the humans find out about our exsistance. Especailly, our hunters." Jack turned to the elder, who nodded slightly to him.

"Back off David," Gideon says sharply, "I have dealt with her already, she saw nothing that could reveal what we are, and she is on her way now."
Davids statements, made Gideon swell up with anger, and made him not think, but he could control it.
"If she is going to be anyone's catch, she is mine, i have scented her, I can tell from here exactly where she is, and if she is bothered, I'll know." He said with a calm layer in his voice.
'Calm down' he thought to himself, 'there is no reason for anger, it will only start a fight.'
As the intruder walks out of distance so no one could think of chasing her without being caught by him, he calmed down, and relaxed his muscles, but kept ready in case David decided to run after her.

Jack bent down to Gideon and David, before he continued. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, there is nothing wrong now, Jack," Gideon replied, "nothing at all."

"Very well," Jack whispered, he turned to David and glared for a moment, then turned back to his audience. "Also, to protect our sacred hideout in the old factory on 21st street, I will need two guards everynight there, watching out for Hunters."

"If the hunters are back...shouldn't we take more gerastic measures?" A tall red head lady asked.

"Do you have any in mind?" Jack asked. The red head lady stopped speaking and knelt down to the ground. Jack leaned his head back up. "That is all for tonight. We will meet in 3 days after the sun goes down, here!" He turned and walked away.

"Hm?" David stifles a yawn at the scene. "Like I said, cutie is off limits now." He gives Olive another wink before stretching out on the grass. He spent his life reading people's body language and emotions. He fully well knows that there will be no bloodshed on these grounds, and one who does so over a women would be...foolish.

He flickers his eyes over to the new leader of the pack. "So, big bro, why have you called a tracker to this little meeting. It looks more like a clan only thing. Not some hunt...

David knows these woods well, and has proven to the old elder time and again that he makes up for his lazy attitude with his assistance with the clan's monthly hunts.

"Also, I do not remember seeing most of these people in your little club, so please tell us the reason why outsiders are part of this clan meet.

Running to catch up to Jack, Gideon whispered, "Hey, do you mind if i sleep at the hideout tonight? Is anyone else going to be there? or are they hunting? I can guard it by myself tonight if everyone is out. Give me a call on my cell when you know. I gotta run, i have a 'date' to go to."
Rolling his eyes as he turns away and lopes in the direction of the girl from earlier, running faster and quieter than a human would ever be able to, he came within range quickly. Slowing down to a walk, he approached the tree she was leaning against and greeted her softly.

Olive giggled a bit then turned. Jack glared at his sister, not only was she flirting again...but with...this mishappened feild mouse.

"Since most of us have died in the past year, we are all joining as one. We are protecting eachother as one species. I call everyone who is able to help. If you are unable, please step aside and leave the real fighting up to the real fighters!" Jack hissed. Olive pouted at her older brother.

Jack turned to Gideon. "Yea. And you and a date? Doesn't sound to good. Do I want to know?" Since he seemed on too much of a hurry he let him go.

The Forest

Helena jumped down from the tree. "Who are you?" She asked, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Hey hey, always so serious" David yawns while walking up next to Olive, his hands still behind his head as he matches their stride. "Please do not be offended but I do have a job to do" He sighs while turning on his heels, walking backwards, his hands still behind his head. "There are still other clans who require my expertise, you can't just expect me to abandon them to join your little group do you?"

His left hand lightly rubs on Olive's cheek. Now I will teach some of your younger members basic tracking and hunting, but don't expect me to drop everything and run to you."

"You know my number, give me a call when you need me" He gives Olive another wink before walking into the tree. Calling back "I will stay at your hideaway for a few days, show your new people the ropes and such. But mostly to get to know Cutie here"

With that the darkness of the trees consume his body.

Olive giggled and badded her eyelashes. Jack starred after him furiously. "That one will be trouble," he whispered.

The forest
Helena looked at Gideon for a moment. Suddenly, her senses becoming stronger. She shook her head to get rid of the feeling. It went away with much struggle. "I don't understand. Why did you want me to," she stopped to touch her hand to her temples, "wait for you? I wasn't spying or anything if your angry with me!"

The void around him.

And he was in peace.

Moving his hands to his blades he slowly drew them from their sheaths, the faint sing of their metal filling the void. And he was at rest. The tips of the blades cleared their protective covers and he took his stance, eyes closed, in the center of the small clearing.

A small wind breathed its faint life against his skin and hair, while it tugged faintly at the leaves of the trees. And he was ready. The wind died out and a solitary leaf drifted from one of the trees, floating gently across the clearing, only the width of a feather away from his face.

His eyes snapped open, all time seemed to slow around him. And he was in the dance. His blades followed their graceful steps in sweeping archs and steedy lunges. Moving faster than a normal werewolf's eye could follow.

The leaf seemed suspended in mid-air. Held up, not by the wind, but the dancing pattern of the blades. And he was in peace. The leaf suddenly split into half, then the halves were split, until there was almost nothing left.

His footing turned, and he cross his blades like a giant pair of shears. And he was one with his blades. With one simple motion he slashed his blades apart, and the sing of their edges crossing rang into the woods. The ancient oak infront of him creaked, a split in the bark breaking from nowhere and zig-zagging up the trunk.

As the wind picked up there was an even louder crack and the tree toppled over backwards. And he was unmoved. Holding his position for a little longer before standing strait and putting his swords back in their places. He nimbly jumped onto the fresh stump and looked down. He counted the rings, never missing a single of the dark lines as they drew closer together. 2000 years old.... and the trunk was almost six feet in diameter.

Lunarus noted this and looked up at the toppled tree, behind it was the visible line of the cut that went through several more trees. The wind picked up and each one in turn toppled over. He counted the distence and smiled, a new best. He frowned after the last tree fell, his sharp eyes catching the sight of two figures. One, a girl, standing beside a tree, while another, a boy, was watching her.

He growled silently and walked towards the pair, Let us see what we have here Fang.... It has been a looooong time since we have been with others.... Fang, his second mind, only growled in responce.

All werewolf possess a natural feeling of home and security within wooded areas such as forests. But for David he honestly feel at one with the forest it self. Able to navigate with his eyes closed and in his human form.

While ducking past branches and slipping behind trees David pops two head phones into his ear from his pockets. A button push and a rub later and 'Old time Rock and Roll' flood's his hearing from the ipod within his pocket.

Slightly dancing to the beat. David would perform a series of acrobatic flips over fallen branches. He is fairly aware of two of his kin arguing about something.

Minuets later David is walking though a backyard in the town. "Looks like I beat them" he thinks to himself while scaling the backyard wall, and onto a street which connects to 21st street via an intersection up the road.

A short walk later and David is standing in front of the warehouse. He stood there, waiting for somebody to come and show him the way in.

"It would be rude to break in"

While waiting David flicks a beauty in the form of a 10 inch blade into his left hand. It was made for him many years ago by a respected and renowned tracker. The blade, made out of a metal that seems to absorb all light, giving it a midnight black color. The only trace of color is the thin strip of sliver that acts as the blade of the knife.