Michael laughed. "I wouldn't kill her just because she's a vampire." He looked down at Beatrice, frowned, and wiped the blood off her lips and chin. "Now that I look at her, she's too delicate to be what I'm looking for."
Michael caught Beatrice. "Is this one of your friends?" He addressed Edward, stepping forward with Beatrice in his arms. "I'd hate to kill her if she's not what I think she is."
"That was unexpected." A voice murmured near Beatrice. "I never thought I'd see a werewolf kill another werewolf."
One of your little bloodsuckers is behind you; watching. Jake's eyesight started blurring. And by the look on her face, she can hear us.
Jake's growl caught in his throat. You don't fight fair at all.
Jake's howl was filled with twisted agony. B.astard. He growled at the smell of venom mixed with his blood. That helps actually. I should have thought of bleeding out her venom.
Alright then. Jake shook his head, the cuts quickly healing. He bolted forward at Edward, locking his jaws on his shoulder.
Jake took a step towards Edward. Her venom doesn't bother my healing. But you...? You're not healing. Care to explain?
Jake dug his claws into Edward's arm and then rolled out from under him. He snarled, the blood from his neck dripping onto the ground as the wound sealed. Easier only because of your little pet she-vamp.
Jake barked a laugh. So I was right. You are more involved than you should be with those bloodsuckers. He snapped at Edward's neck. What sick motivation do you have?
As I recall, she was the one who bit me. Jake snarled back. If you kill anyone, it should be her.
Jake skidded to a stop and swung around to face his followered. He bared his teeth and growled in warning.
Jake huffed, his breath moving the dirt and leaves near his nose. He's not making this easy. He thought, getting irratated. He got back up and began walking again.
Jake raised his muzzle to the air. I should be fine here. He deciding, curling into a ball on the ground. I'll just wait for that idiot to get further and those she-vamps to come out.
Jake caught the scent of another werewolf. His claws dug into the dirt. If he's running around then he either lost his sick obsession of a vampire, or he's hunting something. Or someone. He padded in the opposite direction. I'll just keep my distance. I'm in no condition for a fight.
Michael blah blah blah
OOC: COMING SOON-- Name: Michael Age: Around 350 Appearence: Normal: Partially phased: Fully phased: Bio: First lycan to be created due to his love with a vampire (behind him in the last pic) but already werewolf blood. Powers/Abilities: Can phase without the help of the moon; generic vampire and werewolf abilities as well.
Jake stood and brushed himself off, grinning. "I'll see you tomorrow then," He walked back towards the crowd of people. "Hannah." He chuckled, melding into the crowd.
Jake locked eyes with Edward. Enjoying the show?
Jake choked out a laugh. "I guess you got the better end of the deal."
