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Were wolf AU - intro post
Feb. 4th, 2013 11:06 amSherry pulled against the shadows. She knew that she had a small window to escape the labs she had been held in. Getting out of the cell had been easy at least.
The door out was only fifteen yards from where she stood. She knew she’d be able to make it, but the guards had tranqs. She and the wolf inside her didn’t like sleeping…
Screw it. If we get taken down we get taken down. Sherry darted across the lobby, half way there, in mid step, she started shifting, her clothing tearing away as her skin exploded in fur, her body contorting in ways inhumanly possible. The white wolf tore through the lobby smashing through the glass, ignoring the cuts it caused.
She knew that she’d be leaving a blood trail, but right now her first few breaths of fresh air in months over rid the need to escape for a brief moment. She crouched, her tail flicking about her ears twitching before she bolted, over the paved parking lot bolting for the woods she could smell beyond it.
She knew she needed to hunt, get food, and let herself heal. Sooner she did the sooner she’d be able to find the others who she had been with before being captured. Getting to the edge of the woods she paused… there was a hum in the air. Something she remembered would sting if she touched it. The young wolf scanned the edge of the forest, she needed to get to the woods.
There, the road, the gate had enough room for her to squeeze through. Turning tail she ran for it, hearing the shouts of the men that had been holding her behind her, still scrambling for their guns.
Didn’t take her long to scramble under the gate and disappear into the woods. Sherry felt the dart hit her thigh and stumbled a little in stride, but she didn’t stop running.
Hours later Sherry stopped running. She was tired and hungry. She knew the moment she fell asleep she’d change. She could smell humans close by. Working her way closer she stayed to the brush, the scent of blood filled the air making her stay crouched. Inching closer she came across the ruined campground. Four tents torn to shreds, she stayed huddled in the brush a while sniffing the air.
The things that had taken out the camp smelled like the creatures that had held her. The camp was quiet, far too quiet. She moved a little closer, the smells were fading. One of the tents was just within reach. She inched for it. Finding no one there she shifted, searching the tent quickly, finding a long shirt she could use as a dress. Shoes and pants could wait, for now she needed sleep.
The door out was only fifteen yards from where she stood. She knew she’d be able to make it, but the guards had tranqs. She and the wolf inside her didn’t like sleeping…
Screw it. If we get taken down we get taken down. Sherry darted across the lobby, half way there, in mid step, she started shifting, her clothing tearing away as her skin exploded in fur, her body contorting in ways inhumanly possible. The white wolf tore through the lobby smashing through the glass, ignoring the cuts it caused.
She knew that she’d be leaving a blood trail, but right now her first few breaths of fresh air in months over rid the need to escape for a brief moment. She crouched, her tail flicking about her ears twitching before she bolted, over the paved parking lot bolting for the woods she could smell beyond it.
She knew she needed to hunt, get food, and let herself heal. Sooner she did the sooner she’d be able to find the others who she had been with before being captured. Getting to the edge of the woods she paused… there was a hum in the air. Something she remembered would sting if she touched it. The young wolf scanned the edge of the forest, she needed to get to the woods.
There, the road, the gate had enough room for her to squeeze through. Turning tail she ran for it, hearing the shouts of the men that had been holding her behind her, still scrambling for their guns.
Didn’t take her long to scramble under the gate and disappear into the woods. Sherry felt the dart hit her thigh and stumbled a little in stride, but she didn’t stop running.
Hours later Sherry stopped running. She was tired and hungry. She knew the moment she fell asleep she’d change. She could smell humans close by. Working her way closer she stayed to the brush, the scent of blood filled the air making her stay crouched. Inching closer she came across the ruined campground. Four tents torn to shreds, she stayed huddled in the brush a while sniffing the air.
The things that had taken out the camp smelled like the creatures that had held her. The camp was quiet, far too quiet. She moved a little closer, the smells were fading. One of the tents was just within reach. She inched for it. Finding no one there she shifted, searching the tent quickly, finding a long shirt she could use as a dress. Shoes and pants could wait, for now she needed sleep.
