Wildwing wrote: Ruki wrote: Wildwing wrote: Ruki wrote:Liyana had started to jump down from the skeletal building when the elder Were crushed the speeding Camero with seemingly pinpoint accuracy. SHe let out a gasp of horror when the car started to flip wildl through the air and quickened her pace to help the crash, even if that dork-monster she'd met earlier at her bar was in there. She froze in place momentarily when the car froze in place in mid-air and slowly started to correct itself.
((How slow does Josh fix the car? Dunno, ask
@Jaystep ))
Liyanna was snapped out of her trance when she heard the teenage girl from earlier cry out. She turned to see the struggle in the remnants of the flower pots. She charged up to the pair, on her hind legs and with a snarl on her face. A deep, gravelly voice rumbled out of her throat, venom dripping from every syllable.
"Put..... the girl..... down. Now."
Yo Jaybro! How slow does Josh fix a car?)
"Swear..." The Granny Were began to speak, the pain of her broken jaw causing her to pause. She had moved only a couple steps back before her rear hit the shop wall. She gripped the girl tighter in her claws, barely piercing her clothing. As the We're spoke, her words were slurred and difficult to form. "Swear my punishment will not be harsh! Spare me the suffering I would receive. Now, before the telepath is finished! Or I will kill this human child!"
'I could actually die right now,' was what Dia had realized. Her terrified gaze was aimed at the fallen flowers at her feet. But unable to focus her vision, she could only perceive the gold of the petals and the black of the soil. She imagined red blending with those colors, and the pain that would come if she was ripped a-
I don't want to die.
Liyana snarled. If she were merely a grunt Were she could easily lie and once the girl was in safety strike down the older Were. Her honor as an Alpha and the promise she made to Emily's parents.... those thoughts and the smell of the teenager's adrenaline in the air made her spit in anger.
"You know as well a I do that our laws say that punishment falls into the pup's--Emily's--parents." She clenched her fists and through gritted teeth she continued to speak. "You've already stirred the pot so much the furless ones are going to want a piece of you. Now I didn't march my happy butt all the way down here to negotiate with you. All I will promise is that no one from the pack will harm you until it's time for your trial.... unless you want Officers Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum to put up with you. The choice is yours."
(( Furless ones = humans. Also referred to by Weres as pinkies or naked ones. ))
Granny Were...to say she was not happy to hear that was an understatement. Her heart was pounding so hard that the young girl could feel it with her back pressed to the beast's chest. Two emotions clouded the foolish else's senses: anger, for the pack leader's non-compliance, and fear, for her inevitable punishment.
The car was righted. The telepath, the one with the power to force Granny Were away from her hostage, was finished. A man stepped out, not the one she was expecting, but she was finished nevertheless. Granny Were bellowed an earsplitting roar of fury and anger and ripped the girl in two.
Or at least, she would have.
Dia screamed when she felt the werewolf's claws pierce into her skin. In that moment, there was a surge through her entire being. The roots of the golden flowers at her feet snaked up her body at an amazing speed, twirling and intertwining with each other as they moved. Two separate vines were formed, wrapping around each of Granny Were's paws and prying them off the girl. At the same time, the golden flowers that had remained on the stands lurched out of their pots straight at Granny Were.
As the girl fell out of her grip, the startled werewolf found herself being engulfed by stems, roots, and soil. Her wrists were violently pulled together with the vines still wrapping themselves up her arms. She roared out, frantically trying to brush the hostile vegetation off her form before falling over, due to having her ankles tied together. Granny Were struggled, and even managed to break some of the stems tying her limbs. But from the soil in the roots that had her in a light caccoon, more golden flowers were growing at supernatural speeds. And so the caccoon grew thicker with more flowers and their roots working to tie her down. Soon, her muzzle and her tail were barely even showing through everything.
And Dia lay curled in a ball on the sidewalk, trembling with her head in her hands. And the flowers, though the bindings were more than sufficient to hold Granny Were, showed no sign of stopping their growth.