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You are a member of the Duskfall pack of werewolves, when suddenly members of the pack lose the ability to revert to human shape. They become exceptionally aggressive, and those who are bit slowly become like the others. They are known as Nighthowlers. Your job is to find the source of the Nighthowler plague.

Rules:
1. No godmodding.
2. No arguing with me. Arguing with my characters is fine, but all decisions fall to me.
4. Romance is allowed, but no smut in the forums.
5. Always write in third person, capitalize, and USE PUNCTIATION!

Ranks:
Alphas
1.Urana | Baseunclesam
2.Orioreo | Animaspectra
Betas
1.Shadow | Baseunclesam
2.Moonbeam | Dragonsrcool54
Medicinewolf
1.Veris | Baseunclesam
Apprentice medicinewolves
1.Deertail | TheGloomyCat
2.Iden | Cian
Hunters
1.Se'therran | Baseunclesam
2.Onyx | Dragonsrcool54
3.Erild | Cian
4.Piper | Marvin
5.
Mothers
Nova | Singingkatz

Pups
Sorin | Singingkatz
Ashlian | Singingkatz

Omegas
North | Aspenanimations

Ping list:
Baseunclesam, Aspenanimations, TheGloomyCat, Cian, Singingkatz, Dragonsrcool54, Animaspectra, Marvin

((can we have some setting/time/weather expostion?))

Orioreo yawned. Another day had come! He got out of bed, doing his daily things.

"Hmm... I might need to check on the pack."

He was the alpha male after all. He had to lead and protect his pack. Without knowledge of their state, how could he lead them?

(The weather is nice, everyone except the hunters should be at the camp. It is morning.)
Shadow | Open for Interaction
Shadow rose from her bed, stretching. It felt like she had been sleeping on a rock all night. Of course, that's how she always felt when she slept as a human. She much preferred her were form. Still, she stretched, got dressed, and left her tent, ready for the start of a new day.

Se'therran | Open for interaction
A twig snapped, and Se'therran's head whipped around. He caught the end of a fox's tail, and relaxed. Since the Nighthowlers had come around, he and his hunters had been attacked at least once a week, and this week's attack was overdue.

Urana | Open for Interaction
Urana was standing in the middle of the camp, waiting for everyone to get up.

Veris | Open for Interaction
Veris was about a quarter mile out of camp, at a small waterfall, where he was scrubbing himself, first in human form, then his were form. Unlike many of his packmates, he believed in keeping fur clean.

Moonbeam

Moonbeam yawned, waking up slowly.


Onyx

Onyx eyed the woods, growling softly. He was hungry, and needed to contribute to the pack. He needed to get them food.

Orioreo sighed. He stayed as his human form for now, as he was the only weredragon in the pack. As he did his daily tasks, he hummed to himself,

It was a quick jog to the center of the camp. He had heard of the Nighthowlers, but he thought they couldn't pierce his scales.

Nevertheless, it made him wonder.

"How did this start? Who's behind this?"

Urana noticed Ori approaching, and waved.

Orioreo waved back. He wanted to protect his pack, and he was willing to sacrifice himself. Now was not the time though.

Ori said to Urana:

"Should we prepare in case another Nighthowler attack occurs?"

After doing that, he stood up proud.

Urana
"Perhaps. We need to get some kind of armor. All it takes is a bite."

"The question is.. does it purge scales?"

Orioreo replied. He looked out at the other clanmates, trying to ensure their safety.

"If it doesn't, I can just use myself as a shield."

Ori tried to calcuate a plan, but the stress just clouded his mind.

Urana
"We can't risk it."