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The were-dog is just a hereditary lycanthropy thing. They are much weaker than more common lycanthropes for a lot of reasons like they can't partially shift, and they also have no resistance to a vampire's call if a vampire in their area can call dogs, and they also have no control over other animals of their type. Plus some more information on things that make them weaker, but they also have the benefits of not being tied to the moon's cycle and being able to hold off changing, and not having a noticeable aura that would make psychic humans feel uneasy.

There isn't really any impact of the various groups of werecreatures aside from there being behind the scenes politics that won't come up in this thread. The vampires and werecreatures don't have any wars as far as this RP is concerned. Vampires have no more control over the preternatural world than lycanthropes so there is nothing to subvert from them.

Endangered. (Closed)

"So we're on an island? That's pretty cool. Does it matter who gave Father the island? Or why? Because I don't see how that matters. I mean, if we could remember anything - I know I can't and..." Keaira blinked as she looked at the stony plated brother. "I'm sorry, I don't remember your name either. But I'm Keaira. Anyways," She looked back at the first brother to approach her. "And he said - " she gestured toward the stony plated one - "he can't remember. So if we don't remember our past why is it so important to know why Father has an island and why people would give it to him?"

She blinked and looked back at the stony plated brother before more than a breath was taken. "Oh, that's cool though. Father says we're supposed to stop bad people? Does that mean we're going to learnt o fight? Wait, do we maybe already know how to fight? Because I don't remember the first thing about it, but maybe we all do remember to fight." She gasped, standing and shaking her hands slightly like it would calm the thoughts racing through her head. "Maybe there's a chance we'll all be like super awesome at stuff and when we get to start trying it we'll remember how to do that. Wouldn't that be awesome? I think that would be awesome."

Camp Half Blood: Stolen Symbols

I don't know if you guys were expecting Ariel to be the Apollo cabin head or not, but I felt it just didn't make sense for her to be. The written in character could be just left in the background of the meeting if you guys want since it's not a signed up character.

Camp Half Blood: Stolen Symbols

A few of the Apollo kids gave Walker dirty looks when he commented about coming to their cabin more. Most of them went back to what they had been doing - writing poetry, chatting, making arrows. Ariel walked in and placed her violin case down on the footlocker in front of the bed Walker had gone to. She turned, looking to the unclaimed boy after his comment. Unannounced to her, one of her siblings - her overly worrisome brother sitting on his bed directly across from her own - glared more at the boy. "It is possible. Have you attempted archery or poetry? I have a spare notebook for the latter if you wish to see if you have a gift for it." A blink made her realize she was being rude. "Oh, please, do have a seat." She motioned toward her bed. "I just have to go gather some of the supplies and such we keep stocked up in here."

With that, she spun on the balls of her feet and headed to a cabinet in the back. It took no time at all for her to search through the shelves for a premixed salve that she could spread on the bump and maybe even a bandage - if the skin were broken. Items in hand, she returned to Walker's side. "I will need you to show - do not touch but point - me where you were struck. Nothing that I am about to do should hurt, but occasionally, broken skin does cause for our salves and ointments to produce a mild pain. If it does hurt, it should dissipate within a few minutes."

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Although interesting, that idea does not fit the lore for the universe. And in the future, could you use proper wordage/verbiage? It makes thought processes easier to read. (I had to read it twice.)

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By weredoggy do you mean were wolf or were dog? 'Cause if you mean the latter, we should talk, were-dogs are complicated.

Alone in the Crowd

Hey, so this seems pretty dead. So, I'm dropping this. It was fun for the 20 posts it lasted.

Snowed In

Sighing, Harper lowered her hand almost fast enough to slap her thigh. No signal, her dad hoping she was safe for the night...Hopefully detention wasn't canceled - for her sake - and those hooligans might still be here because she definitely didn't want to find out she was alone in the high school. If Daddy was hoping she was safe, that meant the storm really was as bad as they had said it would be; at the very least, she didn't have a way to get home. Either he would tell Victor to stay wherever he was, or worse - she realized as her heart picked up the pace and a coldness settled into her gut and along her spine - he might be stuck in his car somewhere; hopefully it was the former and not the latter. And hopefully Walker was still in the school, if detention just let out. The phone slipped into her back pocket and she pulled on her backpack to go off exploring.

She hadn't even noticed anyone else in the auditorium - after all she only had the stage lights on for doing her work so a good portion of the seating was pretty dark. It was when the music abruptly started that she even looked up. It took a moment to located the source of the song, but when she did it was to spot a guy...wait, not just a guy - that was the new kid that just started school this year, and he kind of looked like a deer trapped in blinding headlights. Despite the half a second held breath, her brain still went to one place: the thought of 'poor thing'. She was just about to open her mouth and say something along the lines of 'hi' or 'do you know if they had detention today?' when the guy abruptly left.

The backpack slung onto a shoulder, Harper jogged up the aisle. Worse case scenario, it was just the two of them. Regardless - she definitely didn't want to be trapped in school all alone, especially if someone else was around. Not that she was afraid of the dark - no, because she was too old for that obviously - or bad storms - because Storm of the Century hadn't caused her nightmares for a while about being stranded somewhere - but just, the school was so big and what if the power went out and what if they lost heat...plus she didn't really like having to be alone if it wasn't her choice. "Hey, wait a moment," she shouted as she got to the door and pushed it open. Her gaze searched the halls - to the left, to the right, straight ahead - in hopes the new boy hadn't gotten too far. Because absolutely worse case scenario - she could talk him into at least hanging out around her even if they didn't talk. She just really didn't want to be trapped anywhere alone; she may not have known how bad it was outside just yet, but if her dad wanted her to be inside somewhere safe - it meant she had no way home tonight.

Endangered. (Closed)

I'm going to be posting for Keaira in the next hour or so - or at least, that's the plan anyways. Just got a bit caught up with other things.

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Sorry for all the wait. The OOC is here!