Name: Amira Mallard
Age: 18
Bio: Megan is a small town girl, she grew up in the town her parents, parents grew up in. She dreamed of leaving for the big city, and becoming a painter. She doesn't believe in the super natural, like werewolves and vampires.
Appearance :
{{Need more of a bio? To me bio's are supposed to leave wholes in the background, but some people like a detailed background. With every moment of the past}}

Name: Noble Okami.

Age: Twenty Four

Bio: Noble was changed at the age of ten on accident. Since he was changed so young, he's basically grown up in the ways of werewolves, and human morals and actions are alien to him. He has a good heart, and will protect his family no matter the cost. Females are rare, so Noble left the pack recently, to find himself a mate...

Appearance:

(It's fine.)

Amira walked down a barren road, the moonlight guiding her way. she didn't need much light too see, just a little. The moon made every little flower stick out though, She thought the night was beautiful. A lot of the family's around here, thought werewolves roamed these woods. She however didn't believe in werewolves, or vampires, or most of the supernatural for that matter. She had gotten off of work late, and now by the time she got home she was gonna be to tired to do anything, but go too sleep.

She could she the house she grew up in just down the road, she wanted to run too her door, but her legs were just being too lazy. She could see the outside light on, but all the inside lights off, not even the blue glow of a T.V on. 'Hmmm, Dad, must have called it a early night.' She thought quietly to herself. This was completely odd, most of the time her dad stayed up in till she got home.

(I need to think of more names to use…v.v.)

”Gah…” Noble muttered, hands on his head as he strode down the street. He was tired, and hungry. And hurt. He’s heal quickly, though, so the wound that made him limp at the moment would be okay. Though, he was thankful the street was empty, since humans would most likely make a large fuss over the enormous gash.

The male stopped, sniffing the air quickly. Despite how human he looked, Noble was actually a werewolf, and his senses were much more acute than a humans. Someone was walking down the sidewalk. He could hear the breathing, the patter of feet, and smell the scent. Female…

The pack was careful, since their den was in the woods, to not select humans around these parts to change. However, there was only one breeding female in the pack, and their numbers were dwindling, since every pup she’d born the past few years died within the year. Desperate times… Noble found a tiny voice telling him. The female smelled wonderful.

However, in his current position, it was hard enough for the male to walk, let alone change into his wolf form and bite anyone. He could, however, act…

When he heard the female getting closer, Noble stumbled to his knees, and groaned loudly, clinging to his side. The humans already had beliefs of werewolves, and wolf sightings were common here…he could claim he’d been bitten by a wolf, and get her closer…