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[MARCUS WRIGHT]

Marcus didn't love much, but the full moon was one thing that he adored. Even though the weather was rather chilly, he moved easily through the woods shirtless, his golden skin glowing in the silver pools of moonlight that slipped through the trees. Everything was quiet around him, but that didn't mean he let his guard down. Marcus never let his guard down. It was something he refused to let himself do. It had been beaten into him by his grandfather to never let his guard down, no matter what the situation. It was a good thing too, seeing as how he had been Alpha of a Pack for almost one hundred years. Damn. He ran a hand through his short hair that was starting to grow out a bit. He normally kept it buzzed in a military cut. He prefered it that way, not liking to spend much time on his appearance. He didn't have the time or patience for that kind of stuff. Marcus ducked under a branch, making no noise as he stepped through the leaf-decorated floor of the forest leading to Akira's lake. He was barefoot, not really needing shoes for tonight. He didn't plan on staying in human-form for too much longer. He was alone out here, he could smell it. If anyone were to be out here, it would be another wolf, and he would be able to smell one of them from a mile away. Marcus stopped at the edge of the forest where the tree-line still kept him hidden. He scanned the shores, looking for anybody. Teenage couples that had snuck out to meet one another, adult couples taking a romantic walk, or just a loner taking in the scenary. No one. It was empty.

Marcus leaned forward, grunting with a bit of effort and shifted, his body morphing into the shape of a wolf. Werewolves were always a bit large than the average wolf, but Marcus, on the other-hand, was big for even a werewolf. He stood at almost four feet at the shoulder and weight a good two-hundred fifty pounds. His coat was a dark, smoky gray hue, and his eyes the same piercing blue that they were when he stood on two legs instead of four. Marcus shook out his fur before stepping out of the cover of the forest, sitting back on his haunches. His tail curled around his back paws and he tilted his head back, a summoning howl erupting from his throat. Any Werewolf within a ten mile radius would pick up on it and come to him. His authority flowed through the low-pitched sound, telling all that if they respected and obeyed his law, they would come. He didn't like not keeping tabs on the wolves on a full moon. It made him nervous. New York had formed into one helluva big city, and he couldn't be everywhere at once, as much as he'd like to be. Marcus settled the howl, his coat bristling a bit as a breeze swept around him. The only thing that was dangerous about such a summon, was that any creature curious about it would come, and by damn there were a lot of different types running around the streets of New York. He didn't worry about many of them except for the Vampires. They made his skin crawl, and well, like the legends go, they didn't get along for shit.

Marcus didn't understand why, though. He never did. Yeah, he knew the history of Werewolves hunting Vampires and killing them due to the fact that they killed humans and sometimes their own kind, but that was so many years ago. Back before he was even born. He growled a bit, frutrated at this. He closed his blue eyes for a moment, calming himself. The full moon, while being his best friend, was his temper's worst enemy. It set him on edge, because this was the most powerful time for a wolf. Especially a newborn. Marcus sighed, his massive body heaving. There hadn''t been any rumors of anybody being changed recently, but he kept his ears and eyes open. A lone, newborn wolf was a dangerous one. They were hungry for the change and they were normally so damned agitated that any playful comment could set one off in a heartbeat, and a pissed off werewolf is a killing one. He'd seen it happen one too many times and he's had to kill one too many werewolves over situations like that. Marcus finally settled, letting those thoughts leave him and returned to waiting for anyone to answer his call.

[KATHERINE ELIZABETH DELACROIX]

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TELL ME THAT YOU'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU WANT
&& Y O U R B I R D C A N S I N G
BUT YOU DON'T GET ME, YOU DON'T GET ME

The full moon hung high in the black sky, like it was dangling on a thin silver string. Admiring it's unique features, Katherine whisked down the street, feeling the moonlight bounce off her porcelain skin. Her long, dark hair fell in spirals natural, they bounced and sprayed all over her face. Running was one of Katherine's favorite parts of being a vampire, she felt so alive running through streets and woods. She knew what the full moon meant, it meant all the werewolves were transforming and hunting, The most danger time for humans and vampires to be out. But Katherine couldn't help it, She knew one werewolf and that would be Marcus, who was the alpha and was on the council. They were suppose to get along, but Katherine can't help her disdain for them. It's been there since a werewolf ripped her love's throat out a few hundred years ago. Katherine's nails dug into her palms at the thought of it, her eyes darkened. Anger brought out hunger, which was a terrible combo for her. But she had to give into it.

Sitting in the park she spotted a couple strolling down the sidewalk, hand in hand, exchanging sweet words of love. This sickened her. Love was nothing. It didn't exist, she experienced that at one point, the point in her life where she was human and could actually feel something. The past 300 years she had never loved again, she sworn to herself to never fall again. The couple left and Katherine decided not to take them, they were to happy. But there was this jogger that ran by and Katherine got a smell of her blood. her taste. Katherine's mouth watered as she swifted followed the girl. Without saying a word, she grabbed the girl's wrist and took her. In seconds they were under a bridge, the girl looked dazed and confused as she stared at Katherine in horror. "What happ---" before she could find her words Katerine sunk her fangs into the girl's neck as she let out a muffled scream. Katherine finished up and sat the girl down. She was still alive and she wouldn't remember what happened. Before anyone came by Katherine disappeared and found herself running towards the woods for shelter. She let herself lose control in a public park. Someone could have saw. She cursed at herself silently as she dodged through the tree and brush to the place where she could clear her mind.

A howl erupted throughout the night, powerful and luring, Kat couldn't help but smile wickedly. It was Marcus's howl for sure, waiting for his pack to come together. She smelled no wolf in the area and followed his scent to Akira's Lake. Climbing a nearby tree she sat on the branch and smirked down at the large gray wolf below her. Marcus was the only exception, but the other wolves, she would kill in a heartbeat.

Well, Well Marcus, Calling the lovely dog pack together? She chuckled and leaned back and looked at the stars, Or you just calling for your lover? She grinned teasingly.

tagging Marcus Wright
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lyrics your bird can sing by the beatles
notes music: Raised by wolves- Falling In Reverse
credits this was made by brooke !

[MARCUS WRIGHT]

Patience wasn't something Marcus had, and the full moon wasn't assisting that flaw in him. A low, frustrated growl ripped from his throat and he stood, tail twitching. The growl cut off abruptly when he heard the silent swish of leaves, stirred by the movement of a body. He breathed in, the scent filling his senses. Blood. Vampire. The hackles along his spine rose, and he turned, watching as Katherine's figure moved towards him, blue eyes blazing. She was on unwelcomed territory. Well, well Marcus... Calling the lovely dog pack together? He growled at her in warning, not in the mood for her games. Or you just calling for your lover? With that, he shifted, his body morphing back into that of a human with ease and much grace. Marcus cracked his neck, lip twitching. Were a little bigger than your average dog pack, sweetheart. He growled, baring his teeth.

Nudity was something a wolf got used to over the years. There he was, standing infront of the Head Vampiress in his full glory, but there was no shame on his face. No embarassment. If she didn't like it, she could leave. A lover? I have no need for one, Katherine. No mood for games, the full moon taking his normaly sarcastic attitude away from him. A mask of seriousness was upon his handsome face, blue eyes boring into her. He moved past her, walking deeper within the woods, jerking a duffle bag off of a branch. He reached inside of it and pulled out a pair of jeans, tugging them on before walking back out. He had made it a habit to store duffle bags in random places in the woods, and he marked them easily, using cologne so he could locate them easier. He leaned against a tree, staring at her, arms crossed over his broad chest. What do you want, Katherine? he snapped.

This was normal for Marcus, the attitude he had towards her. She hated his kind, for a reason he has yet to find out, and well, he decided that it would be rude if he didn't return the feelings. She was a fool for showing up on a full moon to agitate him, because deep down, he knew that is exactly what she was here for. Thats all she ever did when she wasn't killing humans. His nose curled, remembering the smell of blood on her. You could have at least removed the scent of blood off of yourself. Its disgusting. he snapped, narrowing his vicious gaze.