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Unfortunately for Fenrir there was no response from the girl except for a low growl. The Beast had heard and smelt the stranger enter the cruiser. An intruder into her territory, a threat. Fenrir could likely locate The Beast easily from the direction in which the growls were coming from. She was perched on the top of the pilot's chair, as if she hadn't moved since Fenrir left her. The Beast snarled at Fenrir, perhaps a final warning before she pounced. She looked rather intimidating, surrounded by the damage she had caused to the cruiser. In the dim light of the wrecked cruiser her eyes seemed to glow. At this point it seems like Fenrir had two options. He could either attempt to fight The Beast into submission, and while this seemed like the safer and easier route it would no doubt still lead to injuries. Or Fenrir could try and pacify The Beast with words. This was far riskier of the plan, as Belle could not recall ever being calmed out of a rage. The Beast snarled again, suddenly leaping off the back of the pilots chair. She began to stalk towards Fenrir. He didn't appear to have long before she started attacking, so if he had a plan now would be a good time to initiate it.
The east coast says good morning. Yeah I got really busy yesterday but I still wanted to wait for someone else to post before I did :D
Fight fight fight fight
I'm finally out of class. nice timezones
Lol.
Belle was no longer in the cruiser, patiently waiting for her friends to return. The Beast had taken over her, leaving being her peaceful and childish disposition behind. Most people would never have even associated the creature in the cruiser to the young girl. If it hadn't been for the variety of butterfly shaped hair clips clinging to the coarse fur of The Beast there would be little connection. The Beast paced back and forth, along the entire length of the interior of the cruiser. However, to her, she was no longer in a cruiser. She was trapped. She was trapped in a large metal cage. A cage she would have to break out of. The Beast began to tear the interior of the cruiser apart. Without any sort of pattern or reason. She was being completely driven by instinct and rage. She tore huge gashes in the metal walls of the cruiser, cutting like paper beneath her sharp claws. It seemed like it would be easy for The Beast to tear right through the wall of the cruiser and escape, where she would just cause more problems. But due to The Beasts limited thinking capabilities she just continued to move from area to area within the Cruiser, never focusing on one spot long enough to break through. Jagged teeth and powerful jaws made quick work of the rest of the interior of the cruiser. She chomped and ripped through the seats. She snarled with her mouth full of metal, shaking the chunk of seat and flinging it across the cruiser like a dog with a squeaky toy. Sometime during her rampage, The Beast flung something up into the cockpit. And that jagged piece of metal, perhaps once belonging to the floor or a chair, slammed into the control panel. She had accidentally activated the upward thrust of the VTOL jets. Her first time flying a cruiser and she wouldn't even remember it. She had effectively set the cruiser into a hover mode, which The Beast took no mind to. She was busy destroying the cruiser. If anything the now glowing lights on the cruisers control panel just angered The Beast further. She snarled and began "stalking" the flashing lights, as if they were a potential attacker. As soon as she was in attacking range she leapt onto the control panel, sinking her claws into the metal and tearing up everything she could get close to. And as if to add insult to injury, or problems to more problems, the hovering ship began to tremble and move. She had destroyed the stabilizing core in the ship.
Get ready for shit going down in the cruiser. -knuckle bumps Blacksam-
I feel the need to point out that my character does not reflect my real life personality. I'm actually against the death penalty and torture and other similar things. So yeah. I'm not a psycho killer.
I second this. I love horror movies and fake killing but my pansy ass couldn't do it for real.
I third this, as I am not a ten year old werewolf
After fruitlessly pounding her fists against the door of the cruiser Belle ran out of steam. She settled for sitting on her ground, leaning against the door with a frown. Why had Fenrir left her behind? And why did he leave so suddenly? Surely she would have understood if Fenrir had told her that she was having the super important job of watching the cruiser. But he hadn't even said bye to her, or ruffled her hair. He just set her in the pilots seat and left. But then a horribly thought crossed her mind. What if Fenrir was mad at her? Maybe he was angry because she jumped on his back. He clearly hadn't seen her coming, maybe she had startled him so bad that he got angry. Or maybe it was because she got Adam angry at Fenrir. Or maybe it was because of that time last week when she hid a cockroach under his pillow. Regardless of the reason, Fenrir was mad at her. What if something horribly happened to him? It would be all her fault for getting him so angry. Oh if only she had followed behind him, he defiantly needed her protection. Belle, unable to stay still any longer, began to pace back and forth. She was having trouble understanding her own emotions at the moment, which wasn't all that uncommon. She was upset that Fenrir had left her behind after bringing her all the way to the mission site, and yet she felt guilty. As if something she had done had led up to this moment. But looming over every uncertain emotion was rage. Always the rage. Why had she been left behind? Did she not deserve to go with the rest of the team? Was she no more then a chore to baby sit? To be locked away in the cruiser until the adults were done with their work? The silence of the empty cruiser was soon filled with the sounds of snarls and growls. Something was replacing the gentle interior and exterior of the little girl. Dark fur sprouted out of her skin, her soft eyes turning menacing and yellow. Her teeth and nails began to extend, the later clicking along the floor of the cruiser.
It's gonna happen now.
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