( Yay. 8D
Um. o.o; So who's the bad guy?
I'll just leave him waiting. ^^; )

Rion shoved his red hair back, his movements appearing jerky and angry. He bit his lip, ears pulling back when someone walked by. He hated when people stared, and he hated being around people. The only thing he could do was wait for something to do, and he'd been waiting for hours. Three, to be exact, but it wasn't like three hours wasn't a long time. He was still pretty pissed.

It wasn't like him to be angry, but the people were getting on his nerves and he just wanted to leave. His tail was whipping about, and he'd accidently smacked it against the light pole he'd been standing by a few times already. Not that he cared, but the feeling sent shivers down his spine. It definitely wasn't pleasant. Just as waiting wasn't.  

Zippora raced through the empty alleyways, like a dark phantom concealed in the shadows.  Her heart pounded against her chest as the rythm of her feet echoed on the stone walkway.  Blood dripped from her forehead as she stalked out of the darkness and into the crowded streets.  She manuevered gracefully through the collections of people, her dark green eyes focused on her escape.  She flipped the hair out of her face as she slowed her pace to a calm stroll as she made her way out of town and into the shelter of her small home outside the city walls...  She pulled the old key from her pocket as she inserted it into the lock and twisted. The door creaked but flew open, and Zippora made her way inside.  She threw her aquired belongings on the center table.  And went to the sink, dabbing her forehead with a damp rag.  The white clothe quickly died a dark crimson as her wound was cleaned.  A voice behind her made her jump..."Damage?" the strong voice questioned.  Zippora whipped around, fists clenced, ready to attack... she let out a sigh of relief when she saw Jason positioned against the wall.

Jason had been waiting in Zippora's small house for a few hours, knowing she was out.  He stood up and made his way over, taking the rag from her hand.  He rinced the cloth, the red liquid dripping down the drain.  he applied pressure to her forehead, and reached for gauze and medical tape in the left cabinet.  He disinfected the wound with special spray and taped the gauze over the injury.  He smiled at her and sat at the kitchen table.  Zippora was his best friend, and he knew she always got in trouble.  He was impressed she had managed to avoid death several times in a row.  Escaped it in one time so long ago... he was one of the few people who knew she lived.

"I know, dude. And we will. Don't worry, I have men looking for him as we speak. I will rip him to shreds, Mathias." Logan replied angrily, hanging up. He looked out of his window, before jumping out and into a swan dive. A pattern of feathers spread throughout his body, as he spread his arms just before he hit the floor. Only, thy weren't arms. The were hawk wings. He beat them hard, knowing where Mathias would be. He circled the graveyard, before diving. With his species being unknown, Logan could blend certain shifts with one another. His talons grew as paws, his body elongating in front of him. He hit the ground trotting as a wolf, with wings still at his back. Though, he only did this to make sure he landed okay. As he walked he changed back into a human, coming up behind Mathias and laying his arm over his shoulders.

"You okay?" 

( o___o
If vampires can sparkle, why can't werewolves? ;c )