Post #2567576 in Hawthorne Academy, a roleplay on RPG

"Kyra has an admirer, Kyra has an admirer!" Embarrassed, Kyra blushed, recoiling, she stammered, "I-I don't-""You guys would be cute, you know." Kyra's thought flashed to the bottle in her pocket, the one from John, and the way he had daringly asked her why she cared if he died. Irritation, annoyance and surprise flitted across her face.

"So.. I guess seeing Shrade could wait, you up for a run though? Maybe we could head by town and pick you up something cute to impress your man with. I totally ship it." Kyra had enough of this foolishness. She grabbed Marcey's shoulder and held her still, "Stop it!" The words were hardly a shout. "I have no man, and I will not change my appearance just for some human male, either."

Kyra wasn't angry, or disappointed, but more shocked into denial. "I, um... Anyways, John Kenway is human, and I," Her gaze went through Marcey as if she was looking into the distance, "I am only partially human and it would nearly be impossible for me to ever feel Love." Something in those words made Kyra even more still, but after a second, she pulled away. "You know, it's a little late for a run, you wanna go to a party?" The question had been asked lightly but, Kyra sort of felt like doing something reckless and stupid. "I wanna go dancing, and I sort of don't wanna go solo... Come on, Shrade knows the pack members and I swear I won't let you get hurt. Come on, I'll show you where it's at..." Kyra tugged Marcey out of the room and began to lead her like a guide dog...

Minutes later, Kyra and Marcey were standing at the entrance to Wolf's Den. It wasn't much as it was just a stone arch attached to the wall that surrounded the school. "Okay, don't freak out." Kyra tugged Marcey forward through the wall. Her ears popped as she felt herself become more away of her surroundings.

Wolf's Den was amazing. It was dark, filled with warm moving bodies, and loud music that vibrated through a person's core... And Kyra and Marcey were on a cat walk staring down at a mass of moving bodies in the center of the room. Kyra began making her way down to the dance floor. "Okay, don't drink any silver or blue drinks, and don't let anyone bite you. And-"

"Hey-hey! It's Shrade's little sister!" A male werewolf with red hair howled out as he caught sight of Kyra.

"Stripes?!" Two other heads looked her way, one brown and the other silver. "No way!"

All three guys were werewolves, and they also appeared to be triplets or really close friends. Kyra grinned, felt her fangs elongate and glisten, "Alaric! Tatsuma! And... Thane?" She walked forward and was immediately engulfed in a group hug. They quickly dispersed. "Come on! Let's celebrate by drinking and dancing like the old days!" The silver haired one, Thane handed Kyra a cup of glowing blue liquid which she quickly downed. She then, followed them onto the dance floor....

And then...

She wasn't think, but reacting on instincts, indulging herself in the pleasure of being surrounded by shifters, all hard wired with the same predator coding as her. The drink began to take her senses... The air thrumming with the energy of the shift, primal power that made her want to shed her human skin for a coat of silky fur. Yet, she did not shift, but move so she was now dancing with just Thane and not all three wolves. Her skin burned! She felt his hands on her waist, his breath on her neck. She purred, and he growled in response. Others were beginning to howl the wolf's song. She wasn't thinking... There were no thoughts, just the primal energy... acting on pure instinct... And so, when Thane turned her and kissed her... She responded by kissing him back... At the back of her head, there something whispering a name...

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Shrade was beginning to feel woozy. He staggered forward, "Oh, what the hell..." He pressed a hand to his forehead... A flash of fire burned his mind and... "Oh shit, Kyra... What the hell?!" He snarled at no one in particular. Shrade tried moving forward, to run... to his sister... but the... blue drink... "Can't even," he voice slurred, "get drunk properly..." His skin burned... He tried to maintain control, to not shift... but... Where was Kyra??? Wolf's Den... He tried to move to act, but he found himself writhing on the floor, shifting from form to form non-stop. All through it, his eyes were glowing blue, and he was muttering, "Kyra, Wolf's den, Kyra, Wolf's den..." over and over...

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