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A Peculiar Shift of Events

Morgan took a few steps back when the woman began to express her complete frustration. All of the dirty and rude looks in the world were launched at her, which made her wince internally. She fidgeted and fixed the position of her glasses before she took a deep breath and stared back at Carina, her eyes exuding an exceedingly strange glow. Honestly, she was starting to get a bit nervous. She didn't want to show it, though. Weakness isn't something she liked to show, though she failed most of the time. "Carina? That's a nice name. Carina. Also, my fascination is because you're something i've never seen before. Unlike most humans, i'm not afraid of things that I don't understand. Kaln? I'm not even going to ask who that is. I do have another question though. Something I would prefer that you answer honestly." She spoke out, her tone soft in an attempt to be disarming. She stepped closer and spoke once more. "Why, just why are you here? I'm not assuming anything, as a matter of fact, i'm drawing a complete blank. I don't get it, I think you want something from me, but just what could that be?" She asked, her tone just as a soft as before. "Please...don't lie to me."

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Morgan gulped as she glared right into her eyes, cold and lamenting. While the woman was very, very stunning, she was more interested in the whole, y'know, werewolf thing. Strange enough, the whole process of transformation absolutely fascinated. Even so, she couldn't help but stare at her figure for a few seconds, before the woman started to speak. "I-I know. I didn't mean to offend, honest." Morgan spoke, her voice slightly shaky. Was the woman predictable? Of course not, but regardless of that, Morgan was always was to push ones' boundaries. "Alright....thanks for letting me know, I guess." Morgan had no idea what to say, seeing as, well, she's a supernatural and a most likely very dangerous individual. "It was merely a joke, but i'll shut up." Morgan babbled out, trying not to stare at her nude form, but it was proving to be very difficult. "My name?" Morgan mused, "It's Morgan. Morgan Chambers. Now, if you would, please tell me yours. I don't think CC is your name, as adorable as that sounds." She answered. If anything, she wanted to see what the female was capable of. She knew that if the woman wanted to, she could definitely kill her, but for some reason, she trusted her. "....I don't plan on doing anything rash. You fascinate me. Also, please ignore my stares. You're quite fetching, if I do say so myself."

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Morgan smirked. She knew that the woman was playing dumb, something that slightly irritated her. As cute as the dog was being, she didn't fall for the trick. "I know what you are. You should probably just shift back and explain yourself, woman." Morgan said solemnly, not wanting to play this game any longer than she had to. "Come on. I don't bite, though you probably do." She giggled out. Still though, Morgan wasn't mad, she was more curious. She wanted to actually meet the person who she welcomed into her home. "I wish to meet the real you."

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She awoke in a cave, out in the forest. Something she would've normally liked, but circumstances have changed indeed. Her vision ran slightly red, and her blood was boiling in her veins, along with a constant burning in her throat. She stood up, but collapsed. It seemed she needed, well, blood. "I can't believe this...i'm craving blood like nothing else, and my mind is okay with it. My body NEEDS it." Alexis sighed out. She caught a look of her bright, pale white skin and gasped. "...Woah. I...I can't even deal with this right now."

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When the dog denied her she pouted a little bit in her head, but she kept her cool. Strange though, being denied. Morgan wasn't used to that at all. Something she had to work on, for sure. She got up and walked to the nearest closet and pulled out a folded handmade quilt that Morgan made when she was younger. It was black and green, with her family name on it. She smiled at the sight of it and plopped back down on the lush couch and snuggled it, then draped the quilt over her. "At least that oak will burn all night, you should be warm." She said. Morgan wasn't really tired, but she didn't exactly want to bother an animal that she has no knowing of. She clicked on the TV to a random documentary, and began watching it. That was literally the entire reason she watched television in the first place; documentaries. She lusted for knowledge and wisdom...and more or less a strange addiction to history. However, about an hour into her program, the dog started shaking and moving sporadically. Morgan thought it was a dog dreaming at first, so she observed the dog, forgetting about what she was watching. Not ten minutes passed, before something she hadn't expected happened. She....the dog....shifted...er...morphed into a human. "Wait....what?" Morgan thought to herself. She wasn't even scared, she was just utterly dumbstruck and confused about the whole thing. "An actual werewolf. Right here. In my home? This cannot by any stretch get any more strange." She said, furrowing her brow, trying to get a grasp on the situation, however futile that may be. I suppose it should be noted that she was more interested in where she came from and how werewolves come to be. Her moaning and groaning grew ever so more uncomfortable, and at times, it would sound like she was miserable. Morgan knew nightmares all too well. She wanted to comfort the girl..er..wolf..um..you get the picture, but nevertheless she couldn't do anything. Not really the kind of person to take action, y'know? After what seemed like hours, she morphed back into her wolf form and arose. Morgan wasted no time asking just what in the hell happened. "You, missy, have some questions to answer. I saw." Morgan said, lifting and eyebrow. She wasn't mad, but she wanted to meet the real CC...er whatever her name is.

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Replying sometime tonight. :D

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Morgan was still a bit teary eyed and stuffy from her...er...um...crying episode earlier. She knew that the dog must have been hungry...that or lonely. Dogs are social creatures, they tend to need companionship. CC ate her food rather slowly, taking her time to savor it. Eating like a human would. Strange. "You're an exceedingly strange animal..." Morgan thought to herself, furrowing her brow. Her train of thought was interrupted by a doggy face resting on her knee. Morgan smiled widely, and looked down at the canine straight in the eyes. "I wish you could talk. Then you could tell me what you want, or need rather. Language and species barriers are lame. So lame." She laughed out, glad to have the company, even if all it did was get hair everywhere and eat all the time, she didn't mind. She's been alone in this house for over three years. Sooner than later, she padded away to the fireplace and curled up, looking nice and toasty warm. Oak wood always did burn hotter than the pine that's native to the area. Morgan walked to the television and plopped down on the leather couch, which promptly swallowed her up, basically whole. She snuggled in tight and flipped on the satellite broadcast. She reached a hand over the arm rest and beckoned for CC to join her, it was a big couch after all. "C'mon. Come join me. Keep me warm, CC." She giggled out. "I have a feeling that things are about to get pretty weird around here....in short order." Morgan sighed out internally, just letting her consciousness overwhelm her.

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I'll reply as soon as possible. I have gotten quite sick. Sorry! :c