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Black Skies, Black Hearts

A new voice replaced the horrible screeching coming from the speaker, and She-Wolf's shoulders visibly relaxed as her ears were no longer being assaulted. Though this was suspicious, and her instinct made the hairs on the back of her neck rise with nervous distrust. Had she been in her wolf form, her hackles would have risen.

About to speak, she paused when she followed the barista's gaze, and felt a sinking feeling in her chest. Of course, there was no hero who could save everyone––but that didn't make the loss of life any less sad.

She only allowed herself a moment with this thought; it could wait. Her growling voice sounded harsher than before, however, when she demanded of the disembodied voice coming from the speaker, "Tell us everything you know."

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Even in human form, Accalia's pupils shone occasionally in the dim light as her retinas reflected it back. Her posture could easily be mistaken as relaxed by someone who didn't know her–– in reality she was balancing caution with an instinctive refusal to show any sign of weakness. Even with her incredible senses, after all, she couldn't truly know if she was being watched. This city was full of weird people with weird abilities, and it didn't seem at all out of the question that one such ability would be to dodge the olfaction of a werewolf somehow.

Her surroundings got much darker as she approached the sector of city whose power had gone out, though her eyes had little trouble adjusting to the lack of street lamps. It smelled of fading car exhaust, and faintly of fear. The place was almost ghostly in its emptiness. With a nervous yawn, she pressed on, making note of the one or two windows from which light was emanating, probably because a couple of smart folks had generators.

Time to head to the city limits, she supposed. Maybe she'd get some answers out there. Accalia cracked her neck as she trotted in almost-silence.

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"Five more minutes, please," grumbled Accalia, even though there was no one to hear her. Her ringtone was playing, and it wasn't very loud, but she had one sensitive pair of ears––which made that, and the accompanied incessant buzzing of the phone on the nightstand that much more annoying. Eventually it stopped.

Then it started again. She answered with her mouth curled into the slightest of snarls, a fang sticking out onto her lower lip. "Yes, what, hello? What time is it?"

"It's seven in the morning!" answered her mother.

Incredulous, Accalia looked out the window––not that she needed to. It was utterly dark out, which must have been why she hadn't woken up at her usual time. "Stop playing with me," she grumbled, rubbing her eyes.

"Look at your phone. Look at the time."

She did, and for a minute she didn't say anything. It was too early for this. "Okay, what's going on?"

"Turn on the radio. It seems like, um, the sun is missing. No one can get out of Kingsport and people in comas are waking up!"

Accalia turned on the radio with her free hand and listened. "What in the fresh Hell?"

"You have to go out there and help them, you have to do something."

"Mom I thought you hated my, er, lifestyle. Plus, what am I supposed to do?"

"Get out there right now, young lady!"

Accalia yawned loudly and nodded, even though there was no way that her mother could see it. "Okay, okay, I'm on it, I'm getting out there. Love you."

"Love you." Click.

Well, that was possibly the most unusual thing that Accalia had ever woken up to. She rolled out of bed with a low noise that sounded like, but wasn't quite, a growl, and got dressed in her superhero getup. Much too early for all of this. She ate a hasty breakfast consisting mostly of lunchmeat (she'd make up for all the calories transforming took later) before she turned into her lupine form: a large, bristling black wolf, and exited through the doggy door installed in the back door.

After trooping through several backyards and the somewhat scenic surroundings of a biking trail, She-Wolf emerged onto the street with a determined trot. She didn't actually know whether it would do any good to talk to anyone about this whole issue, least of all the police, toward whom she had mixed feelings. Contemplating this, she shifted back to her human shape, standing on a sidewalk. Her transformation had startled an already panicked passer-by, who she just waved at.

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Name: Accalia Lune

Alias: She-Wolf

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Personality: Although the media paints She-Wolf as a vicious beast much of the time, Accalia is actually somewhat calm and slow to anger. She's very physically affectionate around the people she loves, and will hug, smooch, and snuggle the heck out of whoever she's feeling loving towards. Even when she's out superhero-ing, she prefers not to use violence or force until she deems it necessary or is pissed off enough–– and when she's pissed off enough to use excessive violence, there is no rhyme or reason to it; it's animalistic rage. She'll bite, rip and tear at whatever she can.
Being a werewolf, she eats mostly meat, and is prone to really pissing off vegans more than the average person.
Much of her superhero-ing involves rescuing animals and escorting people home at night, but she also (literally) sniffs out dog fighting and human trafficking rings.
She has some canine-like traits: She is startled and wary of new things, she gets distracted by animals, she likes to roll on things she think smell good (this includes her favorite people).

Appearance:

Accalia

Powers:
•Shapeshifts into a larger-than-average, black-furred wolf (This takes a lot of energy, which is probably why she eats so damn much)
•Enhanced senses (Night vision, very strong nose and hearing–– her color vision is actually weaker than most people's)
•not really a power but she just really doesn't give a shit about the cold
•in her wolf form she can "talk" to dogs/canines with body language, and is in general in expert on it

Bio: Accalia has been a werewolf since birth, because her father was one and surprise surprise it's genetic. She's had a pretty good relationship with her mother for the most part despite the fact that it is not easy raising a werewolf child–– doctors always think/thought she has abnormally high metabolism (she sort of does), she sometimes just kind of went missing as a toddler and her mother would find a tiny wolf pup in various locations throughout the house. Basically it was like having a baby and a puppy at the same time.
Her father was absent because he died when she was seven months old of leukemia.
There is no crazy origin story. Accalia just graduated high school, moved out, and got bored. Naturally, a part-wolf 18 year old with a lot of pent up energy is going to decide to be a vigilante, because that's just the most logical decision, right? She donned her ridiculous costume, went out at night, and started small, just rescuing puppies and whatnot. She didn't become actually recognized as a superhero until she was 20, and long story short, ended up in a dogfighting ring.
That is also how she got her media reputation as a vicious beast, but worry not, every dog made it out okay!

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Just One Bite (Re-boot) | 1x1 |

"Atta boy," said Mattie drily. It occurred to her that her sarcasm wasn't at all helpful, and that she was actually just being kind of a dick. Then again, this motherfucker here had effectively led her into a zombie-infested hole and nearly gotten her killed. Nearly gotten them both killed. She couldn't even believe that she was still helping him.

She also couldn't believe that she was kind of about to hunt down a little girl and beat her senseless.

Only if she's infected. And then she won't be a little girl anymore.

Still, the crowbar felt heavy in her grasp as she started with slow caution toward the back of the store.

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