The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
It had been a long time since a certain wolf had taken a short cut through the warf. In fact, one could say that this strange creature was almost a stranger to this area now. A lot of the scents had changed since the wolf visted which meant that she would have to remark some of her territory around here in a more...pleasant way than her wild comrades did.
The large black wolf strode through one of the warfs many passageways, examining all she could see in order to see any sort of familiar face. Some of the workers that worked there before enjoyed having her around because she tended to "Warn" them when some sort of storm or big wave was coming. With this part of the wolf's power gone however, the wolf felt more estranged from the warf workers than she had before. It was a shame really but nothing could be done about it.
After all, she was just taking a short cut to her normal pathway that she would walk every day. There was no real harm in that right? After all, the wolf felt somewhat calmed by the sound of the water gently lapping against the shore as it waited for the men to lower the boat inside of it. With a quick woof, the she-wolf would make her way up the dock, her stride increasing for she did not want to run in between the legs of any of the hardworking people at the docks.
Her black fur blew fiercely in the sudden harsh wind so hard that it actually ruffled the thick red fur that rested on top and around her head. The large wolf would find herself taking a rest near the end of the warf not only to catch her breath a little but to sit by the water and stare out for a little while. The blue eyed wolf was going to get up soon in order to make her way to her destination but for now, Emerald would just sit and wait.
OOC: Ugh short intro post is short. The rest of the posts will be better I promise. If I need to add more I will!
Vicente was not the type of man to simply go out for a stroll. But lately there had been some chaos in his life. Falcone was assigning the assassin task after task that the he was beginning to actually fear there being some sort of connection back to him. He did not like the idea of himself being too over-worked, especially since that could lead to mistakes, but at the same time, he did not want to tell his quasi-boss “No” to any of the assigned hits. He needed to keep working, to keep collecting money, and to keep making himself one of the most feared names in this city.
Unfortunately New York was not all that lacking in contract killers. That one woman was still around and she was still proving to be quite the thorn in his side. It was not that he had a problem working with another killer in the city, but at this rate he certainly did not want a clash between the pair of them over territory or jobs.
He already was forced to meet that woman once. He really did not want to have to do it again…
So the old assassin sighed as he walked the wharf, eyeballing the various men who worked late into the night. They were the unseen workforce who made sure that shipments made it in on time and Vicente had to give them a begrudging respect. They reminded him some of his father. They had nothing to fear tonight.
But as the man strolled, dressed in a simply leather vest which showed off his various tattoos, his black jeans, and his long hair flailing about in the off-ocean breeze, the contract killer spied something strange. Thumbs hooked into his jean pockets, the man arched a brow as he watched something large and furry rest comfortably near the end of the wharf. He confusedly stroked his mustache as he began to stalk forward.
What was it?
A Wolf? he thought in astonishment.
It was large. Much larger than anything he had killed before in the wild. His head tilted, the man grinned silently to himself as he watched the curious animal. Hmm…maybe it was time for a change. From this distance, the wolf was certainly ferocious-looking enough…and it was huge. The wolf would be a perfect fit to his current collection of Chimera pieces that his body withheld. He was lose his oldest shift with this consumption…but judging by the size of that creature…it was more than worth it…
A knife pulled from a holster hidden underneath his vest, the assassin paused as he uttered a quick prayer…then disappeared into the shadows to stalk his prey…
The wolf was lost in thought for some time, or at least thats what it felt like to her, until she caught a rather peculiar scent. The scent made the she wolf's tail casually wag in interest. The scent was not a scent that she had caught before but it was just enough of a peculiar scent to make her take notice. With the fast winds that blew all about the docks, it was enough for the wolf to catch a strong scent of what she would be dealing with.
It was the scent of a male, that much was certain, male's scent tended to be stronger than females scents unless the female was a fellow animal shifter like herself. This male’s scent had various other scent’s mixted in, a good deal of them being scents of animals of all kinds which made Emerald suspect she was being followed by a fellow shifter. There was something else to his scent as well however, one that made her a little nervous and excited at the same time.
Blood.
Problem with that scent was that it reminded her of things in her past that she would rather forget. The good thing about it was perhaps the fact that he would be a fairly good challenger for this wolf. While it didn’t mean he would fight with honor, at least it meant that he would be a fighter for Emerald to remember. The she-wolf had not fought an opponent that could hold their own with her for a long time now and usually whenever she fought another like her, it was still not enough with the exception of one, so the aspect of someone actually interesting fighting her was too good to pass up.
The she-wolf would rise on all fours, tail swishing back and forth contently. Oddly enough she was a little excited about this, it finally gave her a chance to fight someone unhinged, because if she was being hunted it was just self-defense.
The wolf inside of her howled in triumph as padded away from her spot on the side of the warf and casually strolled to the buildings that surrounded it. After a few moments of this, the wolf bolted, running straight to a rundown building at the very end of the warf. It was a building that the wolf had marked as her territory long ago and that Emerald herself had stayed in when she was injured. It was an old storage building where the men would store extra parts of the boats and docks. There was a fire there years ago however which made the workers of the warf stay away from it due to the fact that it was unsafe. What they didn’t know was that most of the debris in there had been thrown out and all that was left was a big empty storage room.
The wolf would run in through the open doorway and turn to face whoever seemed to be following. No growls were elicited or anything like that, just a full bodied turn to see if whoever was following her in the first place continued after she ran. Those blue eyes of her’s were filled with a sort of animal like amusement as she stared at the doorway, waiting to see if whoever followed her would continue.
The wolf got up, as if sensing his presence. But instead of bolting off into the dark, the demon wolf instead trotted away from him, heading to a more secluded part of the wharf. Vicente remained in the darkness and continued to follow. He moved swift but he stayed hidden from the prying eyes of men and women who worked the docks this late at night. He practically became one of the shadows as he moved on, tracking the wolf expertly and extremely interested in its behavior. He had never seen an animal act like this before. It was just…shocking…
But a closer look at the markings on the wolf as it trotted through the pier and Vicente had to remark that there was no way it could be a normal wolf. Its size, the coloring, the mop of red fur atop its head, and he stared in awe.
“Demon wolf?” he muttered as he continued to stalk on after it. That had to be what it was. That would explain the size as well as the colors. It must have clawed its way out of Mictlan (The Underworld) to stalk the mortal realms. It was obvious that it was doing this outside of Mictlantecuhtli’s knowledge.
He grinned. If only he could possess the power of such a creature, if he could claim its head and devour it, he would also gain the strength of such a beast. He would be blessed and unstoppable at that point. Only a fool would not take this chance.
Chasing at the beast, he blinked as it suddenly took off for one of the buildings.
“Dammit,” he snarled as he started the chase. Did it catch wind of him? Did it hear a misstep of his? He was not sure but he was not going to let it get away.
He ran after it, saw the abandoned building it had dashed into and gave chase. The smell of dust and mildew immediately caught his nostrils, but that was not what ground him to a halt. Instead, as he ran, he skidded to a stop because he saw that the wolf itself had stopped. But not just that. It had turned and faced him, eyeing him very closely and showing absolutely no fear.
Vicente respected that. Too bad he had to kill it.
He twirled his knife in his hand as he tilted his head and grinned at the beast.
“Beast, you know your kind does not belong in this realm. But I thank you for the opportunity to claim your power…” he smirked and cracked his neck to the side.
When the pursuer reached the doorway the of the broken down building the wolf couldn’t help but let out a pleased bark. With an eager wag of the tail that looked as if she just wanted to play with him rather than attack him. That said, there was a certain gleam in the she-wolf eyes, excitement maybe? Whatever it was, the eagerness in the deep blue eyes was clear and once the wolf caught a glimpse of that knife, that eagerness grew.
The smell of the male was clearer now, it was clear that he was a mutant and one that had animal mutation to him at that. He seemed to be acting the part of predator to the wolf, as if he was the true hunter of his little exchange, which made the wolf let out what it seemed to be a laugh, a barking laugh coming from the great beast that could chill any mans bones.
Emerald Lupin, has always been a very proud wolf and considering the fact that this man was facing her with no fear in his eyes caused him to earn her respect. While he wasn’t an equal in the wolf’s eyes he was indeed an interesting opponent, one that she would have fun with. Fight and Flight instincts had long since kicked in and at the moment, fighting looked pretty damn good… as well as fun.
His words while not fully piercing her brain did cause her to kneal a little bit, as if telling him “Your’e Welcome.” Right before she made her charge. The massive she-wolf would charge down the male full force, easily avoiding the various debris that were throw on the floor.
The breeze blew through her fur easily and she looked as if she was some mad beast charging straight towards her prey. It was a look of the predator giving a prey it’s final glance, secretly wanting them to run so she could be the one to give chase, she was a fairly fast wolf after all, not the fastest, but fast enough to catch a two leg.
It looked as if the taking flight instincts had taken hold and as she charged straight for the doorway were he stood, it looked like she would take this chance to escape. This would be the case if it wasn’t for the almost wolfish grin that crept across the wolf’s face at the last minute. In that last minute when it looked as if the wolf would leap towards Vincente’s front she veered to the hand he was holding the knife and lunged, large jowels opening wide. Her intention? Clamping those huge teeth down on his arm, making him let go of the knife, if she could break the bones of deer’s with a single bite of her teeth, his arm shouldn’t be that much different.
“Disarm opponent.” She thought, her voice sharp within her own mind. Her brain wasn’t really working like a humans at the moment, it was working like a wolf who knew how to hunt man. Not that the man couldn’t fight back though, the man with the knife had plenty of time to do whatever he needed to, it just depended on how he reacted to the wolf.
The wolf charged, and Vicente grinned wide. This was definitely the oddest behaving wolf that he had ever come across. But the sight of the charging, massive demon wolf just caused a sort of glee to fill up his chest. His heart beat faster than even, the blood poured through his veins, and his muscles tensed with a tightness that he only felt when he was really into a fight. He knew that this was going to be a long and tough battle. But, oddly enough, the man was looking forward to it. He did not like to claim animal parts unless he had truly earned them.
And in his world, the only way you earn things is through sweat, blood, and tears.
The wolf ran towards him, looking for a second like it was going to try to slip past him and dash out into the vast blackness of the night when suddenly it veered. It pointed itself straight at him and made a beeline straight for his massive frame. The killer, taken for a moment off guard, attempting to lift his arm to defend himself with his knife when the beast leapt and bared its fangs.
Vicente’s eyes grew wide as he saw the wolf’s intent. It was going to bite him, sink its teeth into his arm and disarm him of his knife.
“Clever girl,” he snarled as he did his best to maneuver out of the way.
Vicente was not afraid of pain. Far from it. His mutation alone forced him to take on the ravages of pain daily, every time he shifted. But he was not about to let his arm get ripped off by a large demon wolf, just to prove he was not scared. No, Vicente was a smarter fighter than that.
Before the wolf could get close enough to wrap its teeth around his forearm, the assassin spun away, tucking his arm in. As he did so, he turned back around to see the wolf in mid-air, missing the bite, and suddenly he lunged forward with his knee, aiming for the exposed side of the demon wolf. He hoped that he could crack a few ribs upon impact. After all, it couldn’t move fast if it could barely breathe…
The lunge, was poorly placed and the wolf knew that. She knew that if she got a mortal wound from this she would probably not be able to demorph in time to get to Doc and would have to bandage herself up when she got to a safe place. With that in mind that knee that struck out at her did not hit her ribs like the animal smelling male intended but struck her in stomach, for she had been far to close to him when he raised his knee for him to strike her ribs. The wolf let out a surprised yelp as the air was knocked out of her, falling to the side in pain.
However, who said only cats landed on their feet?
In spite of falling to the side, the wolf managed to land on her feet, in a staggering sort of way, but on her feet none the less. The wind was knocked out of her though, so her leg were shaking it would take her a moment to recover from that fully. That said, that moment was a quick moment because she would be dammed in hell if she would allow him to win after one hit. Besides just what kind of wolf did he think she was? She wasn’t planning on going down without some sort of a fight. Anyways, he had no idea what he was getting into when he decided to hunt down this wolf.
With a feral snarl, without thought once again she lunged toward his leg and now that she was down on the ground and awfully close to it, she had a perfect square area of man meat she wanted to sink her teeth into.
His left Calve.
No, notTHAT area, that would be too harsh even for a wild animal.
The knee struck. Not exactly where he wanted it to, but it did hit someplace. And someplace that was both sensitive and painful. He had rather that he had been able to drive his knee into the wolf’s ribs and crack a few of them. After all, that was much, much harder to recover from than simply getting the wind knocked out of one’s self. But the wolf was more agile than he had anticipated. He heard that beautiful yelp of pain, but as he turned to face it, it had instead landed on its feet and began to pad around, trying to get some wind back into its lungs.
Damn, that creature had to be ethereal! Normal wolves simply did not act in this way.
Twirling his knife in hand, his mind raced as he tried to figure out his next move, but before he could the beast had decided to charge again. But instead of going for another lunge in mid-air, the beast had switched up tactics and ran, snapping its jaws at his leg.
Vicente was faster than this, he knew he did. He battled many animals before in the process of gaining animal attributes. The worst of all was the lion he fought for its head. But this creature, this creature actually proved to be an even tougher challenge than he could have anticipated. The most astonishing thing was that it was just, simply faster.
The assassin stepped back, attempted to avoid the bite that would have ripped out his leg muscle and instead growled as he felt the teeth sink into the side of his leg. The wolf’s mouth snapped around more of his jeans, rather than his actual leg, but that did not mean that a couple of teeth did not sink in. He growled as he clenched his knife handle and hissed at the beast.
“Not going to make this easy, huh?!” he screamed as reared back his knife hand and stumbled on one leg as the beast began to rip his jeans. “Neither will I!!” he roared as he swiped once and then twice with his hunting knife.
In spite of being little disappointed that her bite did not make it’s mark, her full on attack did not lessen at all and once she felt the feeling of teeth sinking into flesh, she knew she had accomplished something. Sure he was still standing but if she had any say in it,he wouldn’t be standing for long. The she-wolf snarled at him, eyes filled with aggression as she held fast to that leg and those Jeans. She would tighten her grip with her large maw, biting down harder and harder.
With a quick growl she would shake from head to side to side, intending to tear more into him than she had before. This was when the first swish of the knife slice down and it managed to slice the top of her tipless ear and some of her red furred head. With an aggressive growl, muffled by the large mass of jeans in her muzzle, with hat said that didn’t mean the growl was any less intimidating.
With a sudden lurch, she dodged the second swipe of the knife by pulling suddenly backwards on his pants leg and whatever bit of leg she still had in his mouth twisting her head ever so slightly to attempt to dig her teeth further into his leg.. He was already slightly off balance with her mouth around his leg so maybe she could knock him completely off balance with this sudden jerk backwards or at least injure him worse than he already was.
If he wanted to fight the wolf so badly he might just get what he wished for whether he wanted to or not. His words meant nothing to the beast at the moment, they were just noises with an angry tone to them.The wolf had one intention, defeat her opponent at any costs in order to flee the area. It was a full moon soon after all and she need to head to the forest before it was too late.
Vicente actually growled to himself at the cleverness of this demon wolf. It was not just some mindless beast that he was hunting now, it was actually a lot smarter than he had anticipated. It knew how to fight, it had an intelligence, and it had the strength to back it up. The assassin growled at the pain of the bite, but in the back of his head, he smirking the entire time. He would not have been happier with this outcome. He wanted a challenge and finally he was getting one.
Then the wolf strengthened its bite and pulled…hard…
Vicente, still slightly off balance, could do nothing to really stop his fall. The wolf pulled with enough strength, and enough pain shot up through his leg that the killer could only fill his weight shift into a free fall. Air brushed up his back as he felt gravity take a firm hold of him and pulled him hard onto the concrete.
His breath momentarily knocked out of him, Vicente took a fraction of a second for his head to shake away the fuzziness before he realized that the wolf still had him by the leg. Growling in response, Vicente kicked out with his other leg, aiming to plant his head boot directly into the beast’s muzzle. He’d beat that thing with his bare hands if he had to. He was not losing here…
Once the man was caught in her trap, the wolf would inwardly let out a cry of victory. Such an accomplishment needed to be celebrated and as he came toppling down to the ground, with overconfidence the wolf tightened her grip on the males leg, letting out a low snarl. She was going to make sure he knew the meaning of pain before he ever thought about hunting her again.
In a strange way, Emerald herself was enjoying this fight a great deal so much so that she wanted more of one. She got her wish though when the boot caught her off guard, slamming into the side of her snout, causing her to let go, yelping in pain. Dazed for a moment would be an understatement, it would seem that the hit knocked her for a bit of a loop leaving her siting on her haunches for a little while in pain and confusion.
With a pained whine quickly turning into a snarl, the she-wolf blindly charged at the male, taking great leaps and bounds to get to him. She was still dazed though so her path wasn't exactly straight, she owuld veer a little before getting her path straight again. Her path was to tackle him full on. It was clear the she-wolf was not happy about getting hit and by god she was going to let him know one way or another.
Vicente heard that satisfying crunch as his boot slammed into the wolf’s muzzle. That must have hurt. The point was further made when he looked up to see the wolf stumble back in a dazed manner. He grinned as he quickly scrambled away from the beast. He glanced about to see that his blade was gone. That was not good. But he knew that it was barely doing any good as it was. He needed to do something just slightly more drastic.
Crawling back the assassin bared his teeth as he took the moments that the wolf gave him. Soon all the bones in his arms and face began to crack and reshape themselves. The pain was excruciating but the assassin was too familiar with it. He snarled as his right arm began to grow longer and more muscular, while his other forearm was reshaping into a muscular arm with a paw at the end of it. His face too began to contort thanks to the shifting bones and muscles underneath the skin. But before he could fully complete his shift, he looked up to see the wolf regain itself.
Oh Sh— he thought as the wolf caught sight of him again.
It charged.
Jaws snapping…biting…growling...
…it wanted blood now.
He growled as he suddenly reached to his right and shoved a few full bits of debris that were sitting loosely on a crate that was nearby. It would not hurt the wolf, but it should serve as enough of a distraction. Tools, dirt, debris, it all flew into the wolf’s path as Vicente used the second to roll over a nearby row of crates. As he did so, his shift continued.
A massive gorilla arm continued to shift…a tiger’s forearm was fully formed…and a golden mane surrounding a feline face was nearly done. He would take that wolf’s head off…
The wolf wanted blood now that much was sure. While she had wanted a fight earlier, thinking it to be a fun sort of one where she got to be on toe to toe with someone who fought like a beast. This male fought too much like a human for her taste, it was his two legs that made it so. He did not truly know of the honor among beasts or how beasts would act to one another.
If he was indeed a shifter like she expected, he was bringing beasts to a level that she didn't want to be at. Wolves weren't mindless animals, they were skilled, tactical hunters and very prideful of how they acted. They didn't often succumb to the blood lust they had so often been attributed to, but when they did it was a sight to behold. Emerald was not loosing control yet, but her anger was starting to surface and any more buttons pushed could result in something very messy.
Instincts influencing her, Emerald continued her charge but kept in mind this upcoming transformation he seemed to be having may just be dangerous for her. Her head still hurt from the blow however, which made her nearly collide with the oncoming derbies that made their way toward her. She had to find her way around it though,for it blocked her bath to him, which was a a little bit concerning. As she saw what was forming, the wolf let out a battle howl, when she charged faster toward him, closing the gap.
What she didn't show was the fact that part of the debris a piece of glass was wedged on the far end of her front left paw, it was small, but it was enough to make her bleed. Not enough to make her notice give up though. Apparently a piece of glass had fallen out of the crate and shatter and she had just been lucky enough to get a piece into her foot.
"Continuing this fight with me is a bad idea you don't know what you are getting into." The wolf snarled, though it's voice didn't sound very clear since it was coming from the mouth of the wolf and not the mutant it belonged to.
The wolf would jump open her jowels wide attempting to bite him while slamming into Vincente while biting down onto his side. Just hard enough to make him be disabled for a while. Her intention was not to kill, it was just to bring the hunter down.
Vicente nearly had his transformation complete but he knew that no matter what it did not feel fast enough. The tiger’s forearm had finished, his gorilla arm was seconds away from a full transformation and his lion head was beginning to make the part transition when he heard the yelping and snarling of that wolf demon once again. He snarled as he stepped back into view and watched as the beast charged, attempting to ignore its daze and the amount of debris that he had thrown at it. He must have greatly angered the beast.
Good, he snarled in response.
But apparently the wolf also had its piece to say…
>> "Continuing this fight with me is a bad idea you don't know what you are getting into."[/color]
So the demon wolf decided to finally talk. How interesting. It was not pleading for its life, but it was actually attempting to spare his. He shook his head. What a sign of weakness. Inane chatter, trying to bide time in order to catch its breath, maybe? He smirked…then watched the wolf come at him in a full out charge.
The assassin attempted to defend himself but he barely was able to lift his arm when suddenly the wolf slammed directly into his chest and caused him to stumble back onto the ground. He growled his own growl as the wolf bit and snapped at his body. He barely managed to twist himself when he felt the teeth sink into his side. It wasn’t a death blow but it most certainly could disable him. Head twisted back, Vicente let out a roar from his parted lion’s mouth…
RRRRWWWWWOOOOAAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!![/b]
His eyes seeing red, Vicente suddenly lashed out with his massive gorilla’s hand, aiming to seize the wolf demon by her scruff while, with his other arm, he swiped at her head with tiger’s claws. It time stop holding back…
The wolf was ready and raring to go she was far more interested in bringing him a disabling blow now more than she was before. However, once Emerald realized that he was still transforming after that mighty bite she found herself maybe wanting to get the hell out of the way before he attempts to murder her. The she-wolf managed to jump to the side to avoide the massive Gorilla hand but unfortunately, found herself right in range of the claws, she would attempt to duck out of the way but found the claws tear open the side of her left should causing her to yelp in pain as blood stained the black fur and red fur of the she-wolf.
It was now the Alpha took her chance to get away from the massive male, gazing at what she was now facing with a pit growing in her gut. The flight or fight instincts were kicking in and she was really thinking about running her instincts were telling her to run, but...another part of her instincts were telling her something else.
He is going to chase me if I run and while I can outrun him he can take out his rage on someone else. The wolf would think, making a decision in that moment. She would plant her feet fully on the ground, bracing herself for the upcoming attack that she knew would come, her muscles were tense , tail pointing straight outward with her ears pinned back. She wouldn’t allow him to hurt another person because she pissed him off. With a low snarl escaping from her lips, her eyes dialating, the she wolf stood ready, she wanted him to attack her. If his intention as to make her afraid of him, it would seem that he did the exact opposite.
He only succeded in pissing her off.
“COME FOR ME TWO-LEGGED SCUM,” The wolf roared, her voice no longer sounded as human as it did before, it sounded in truth terrifying. The wolf would stare him down, fur on end, while she wasn’t morphing into her third form just yet, if he succeded in getting her angrier, he may find more than he bargained for. “AROOOOOOOOOO” She howled, her howl felt as if it shook the windowpanes as she charged again, feeling pain from her cut but her anger was beginning to overwhelm her common sense.