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jake:*point a 9mm pistol on her head*

"H-Hey, S-Stop t-that!"

jake:"shame"

"W-What?"

jake:"survival of the fittest"

{She extends her claws and pushes him away}
"D-Don't touch me!"

jake"hmmm"

(carlos} *uses healing powers* your welcome *flies into the sun*

What-

Name: Sheala
Age: 17
Shes half Human Half wolf (I'm going though an animal oc phase)

[]Oc in use imgflip.com/i/547git -Miriva Genten[]
[Weaving through the trees, looking up through the canopy of leaves, was Miriva, taking in the sights and relaxing when the sight of blood caught her attention. She moved closer and saw Sheala, who wasn't in the best shape.] "..." [Miriva took a step closer, her hands held up] "Hello?"

{She lets go of you, gaining some strength, she takes a step forward, slightly tembling}
"I'm only 17"

"And I'm 18," [Miriva replied, walking somewhat slowly so Sheala could keep up.] "So if I can survive gettin nasty scars and bullet wounds, I think the chances of your survival are pretty high."

"W-What are you?"
{Her ears slowly rise}

"I'm basically a furry with a really bad eye condition," [Miriva answered, her voice hiding a small laugh,] "Oh, and a furry that deals with magic and non-magic threats from time to time. It's not that bad," [Miriva said, her disconnected tail still in movement,] "The wounds are occasional. Mostly."

{Smiles slightly}
"C-Cool!"

[Miriva laughed a little, grinning.] "Ya think so?"

"P-Please d-don't h-hurt m-me"

[Miriva's ears flickered as she noticed Sheala was still conscious. She took a step closer.] "Relax," [Miriva said, sitting next to Sheala as she did,] "I wouldn't dream of hurtin you. What happened to ya?"

"B-Bad t-things-"

"..." [Miriva could tell she was very shaken. She noticed Sheala's ears and tried to guess what happened.] "You were hunted?"

{Slightly nods yes, Obviously in pain}

"Were ya shot?" [Miriva offered her hand to Sheala, looking around the forest, tail swishing from side to side] "Any hunters are bad, but hunters with guns are worse."

"Guns. A-And weapons"
{Her ears go farther back, remembering.}
"I escaped, b-but they chased m-me."

[Miriva sighed, helping Sheala up.] "Great, they're probably still gonna be after you. Especially if they have more than guns." [Miriva looked around the clearing again, turning to the north.] "How'd you feel about stayin at my place, at least til you recover?"

{Hesiatant, she holds onto you, terrified}

[Miriva was slightly taken aback when Sheala clung to her, but she knew it was out of fear.] "I'll take that as a yes," [Miriva said, checking the compass she kept in her jacket's pockets,] "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to be okay, your not old or anything."