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Who: The entire camp + special guests.
What: Wolves have broken through the camp barriers!
When: Late Wednesday January 29 into early morning on January 30
Where: Various camp locations.
Why: Some canines think they can show Camp Half-Blood who's boss.

It starts with a scream.

The evening harpies, better known as camp's alert system for kids who are out past curfew, have some news for everyone, flying through the camp and shrieking through cabin doors to wake everyone up if they're asleep. (Unless, of course, you're untrained and too young or incapable of fighting tonight. Demeter cabin will be your place of refuge.) After the first call to duty, campers have risen to the occasion with their various plans and promises, patrolling the border and building weapons specifically for their new enemies. The Full Moon passed with only a few howls, much to the surprise of many.

No, these wolves have other plans for the New Moon. Aligned with Gaea and followers of Lycaron, they're a group of six renegades looking for a show and perhaps a tasty snack. One of them just so happens to be in the business of fussing with the Mist, undoing someone's hard work to let in her comrades.

They've got bared teeth, blood on their nails, and a penchant for chaos. Camp, it's time to wake up.

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Heather, I-

[He hears a thump as he's running and looks around. his heart racing.]

Shit. Where is she.

[The curse is soft, barely louder than a pin drop.]

Heather!

[He shouts her name, then realizes he's completely alone.

Fuck.]

Edited 2014-01-30 04:20 (UTC)

Well, that's convenient.

[Lora stalks over to the boy, now alone. She has no idea who that girl who knocked the blonde out is but her job just got easier]

Look at what the gods lefts behind.

No way.

[His sword's in front of him with a gleam, standing his ground, straightening up and then loosening, thanking Victoria for the ability to be ready to spring into action at any moment.]

Get back from me. Get away right now

Why? Going to stab me with your knife if I don't?

[She smirks, fangs showing]

Roman? Cute.

No, it's not cute.

[He's terrified - even fighting Derek didn't prepare him for this she-wolf, but he's trying not to let it show despite the fact that his heart is pounding. He eyes her fangs, but his grip only gets tighter on the sword.]

What did you do with Heather?!

The blonde? I have no idea. Must have tripped one of your own freakish traps.

[Lora can smell the fear on him. But he's still standing up to her.

He could make a good werewolf. She hates demigods but they tend to make good packmates. It's going to take months to get the taste of his blood out of her mouth but...

Still smirking, Lora shifts]

No. No way.

[And when she shifts, Scott gets into a very, very ready position, making sure the amulet is around his neck. He knows she's going to lunge soon. That's how wolves work.]

Get the hell out of my camp.

[It may not be his first camp, but it's a good one. Despite everything that they'd been taught about how the Greeks were terrible in New Rome, he likes these Greeks, would gladly take a bullet for most of them.]

[In response, Lora just howls and lunges at Scott's ankles. Get him on the ground, then bite]

[Scott takes a quick hop back, hoping to evade her, and does his best to get a good slash in with a grunt of exertion.]

[He misses, which gives Lora a chance to dodge around to the other side and lunge for his ankles again]

[He swipes again, this time with more precision - but he does grab him. Scott takes a sharp gasp of air in as he falls - he's down for the count.]

[He gets her snout and it burns but that doesn't matter. Her blood is pumping and she has a kill.

Snarling, Lora pounces on Scott and bites into his side]

[At first, Scott doesn't know what hit him.

Then there's teeth sinking, sinking into his side and he feels his skin break and burst, and it's agony. Torture, almost. He lets out a shout of pain, anguish.]

[Lora has to control herself so she doesn't go berserk on the boy. She's not sure if he's going to survive but if he doesn't, she'll grab his body when they're done here. If he does, well, he'll join the pack soon enough.

She pulls herself away from Scott, grinning wolfishly through the blood on her muzzle]

[Scott has no idea what that was or why she did that. In fact, he really isn't sure of anything right now. His mind feels hazy and all he can feel is this searing pain in his side. His sword falls to a clatter out of his hand and he wheezes, trying to take air in and holds his wound.]

[She shifts back into a human and leans down to whisper in Scott's ear]

Enjoy the next full moon, little wolf.

[And she's off]

Edited 2014-01-30 05:59 (UTC)

...what?

[Because Scott has barely time to register what she said before he gets up and groans from the searing pain, then starts hobbling away.]