Shape-shifters: A New Generation (A PRP for Trustworthy Members)

Hey, don't forget me, guys! I thought, and ran over to the two wolves, who I know felt real afraid off.

(LOL, but keep them all in a dark red- winter'll hunt you down again.)

Trent!! No! 'Toni screamed, looking back to see the huge grey wolf limp beside Ara's cage. Run, Danny!! Run! The white barn owl chirped wildly.

"I told you to shuddup, owl!"
The man swung at her net.

'Toni only screeched more.
Make me. She started at him.

((oh lol sorry *edits*. I'm kind of sad now because my guy is knocked out so I cannot RP D8 Umm, BTW, do those guys still have their shifter powers? And can they communicate telepathically? Cuz if so, then shouldn't they hear what we are 'thinking' to each other? Or maybe it's like walkie talkies and they are on a different channel. :3))

I looked in shock as Trent was captured by the two guys. No way I'm gonna be left last! I gotta get at least 1 of the guys out of there! I started up to the two capturers until...

"Hey, look, it's a little kitty!"

I-I'm sorry, what? A KITTY! Oh, no, that's it! I unsheathed my claws and was going to unleash my fury when I felt a sharp pain. And then numbing, numbing...

"C'mon, get the cat in the bag!"

"Heh heh, you made a cat joke!"

"Shut up!"

(no idea, ask Jetts.)

((Yah, pretty much, Otter. They keep the powers (for now I guess) And they can speak telepathically, but it's sorta like talking and thinking. They can choose what can be heard and what can't))

((Okay, sorry, but that *points to above cat joke* was hilarious.))

((Thank you, and the sig above is great. I saw the photoshop tutorial. Wow, we are like tottally spamming right now. JET COME OR I KEEL YOU!))

[Ooh sorry. I have been on a different RP site practically the whole day. And you can't talk with telepathy when you're knocked out, cause well... you're knocked out.
And I agree, that cat thing was enough to actually make me 'lol' out loud.]

Arabelle circled around the cage. She felt fear creeping into the pit of her stomach as she saw her friends being captured around her. Clearly, the odds weren't good.

Well then...that leaves me. I sighed, realizing this was a bit more serious than I thought. These were not kids pulling pranks, if they could sedate a full-blown dire wolf who happened to be Grouchy McGrumperdoodle. I circled around carefully. Can't let myself get caught...if I am, then I'm no use to them...but I can't run and just leave them...Dangit. I cursed my luck, suddenly finding myself wishing the racket I'd heard earlier was just some wind and leaves. I sniffed the air. Oh yeah, they were all around. I advanced cautiously, and a cage came into sight. Medium-sized. A flash of red fur glowed in the dark, and I recognized that Ara kid, the fox. I slipped into the brush, silently hoping it would cover my silver-tipped fur, and slithered forward on my belly. Almost there...! I heard them, but I didn't care. They were whispering. If I could get just one kid free, I was in good shape. I wouldn't feel the slightest bit guilty if there were two of us.

A PHOU! sound greeted my ears and there was a sharp prick between my shoulder blades. Great. I was good as dead now. No doubt whoever these people were, they'd be...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

XD

[Haha, nice.]

I heard a whisling noise and knew that someone else had been brought down.
"I think that's all of them," said one of the men.
"Let's go, then."
The cage I was in was picked up and harshly thrown into the back of a truck that looked like it could of been used in the 16th century, not the best choice for kidnapping some shape-shifters. Where are they taking us...? I asked, hoping for somewhat of an answer.

[Where should the 'evil lair' be? I was thinking Kansas, but that name doesn't really scream 'horror']

((FORKS, WASHINGTON!! THAT PLACE IS CREEPY MAN! XD Actually, Savannah, Georgia is really freaky. It's the #1 most haunted city in the U.S. of A., thanks to yellow fever and pirates and all that. Plus, most of it is still brick and stone, was a fort for the Confederates in the Civil War, and there are hundreds of thousands dead bodies buried under the streets from the plague. Some were buried before they were actually dead. I call that an "epic fail", on the guys with the shovels and bodies to bury. But that place fits a 1500s truck, am I right?))

[What do you do in your spare time? xD
And yeah, that'll work. Arabelle's home state is Georgia. O.o]

((Um...vacation? XD The Ghost Hunters, like TAPS have been to a place there, actually, and virtually every room in this one restaurant is covered top to bottom with ghost orbs. Ara was born there? This adds an edge to it...8P))

[Ahhh creepy. I need to catch up on my haunted cities I guess. Let's wait for the others to reply.]

http://www.ghostinmysuitcase.com/places/pirate/index.htm

((Indeed, you do. I'll try to stop spamming now. XD But this is the resaurant I was talking about. On a tour we went down into the little room they talk about, took pictures with a digital camera, and SO MANY ORBSSSSSSSS.))

[I'm afraid to click the link....
xD but I will.]

(Oh yah....Evil lair be in....Athens! Yes, Athens, georgia.)

((XD Hey Jet, how about you start off the rping in the lair so we can keep this alive!))

[Alright]

The truck screeched to a stop, throwing the cages forwards. I tried to cry out, by all that could be heard was a strangled yelp. Muttering profanities at my outburst, a man draped a thick blanket over my cage and roughly picked it up. I could tell that he was walking from his footsteps and the clanging noise that the cage made every time it moved, but I was only interested in where he was walking to.
Finally after what seemd like decades my cage was set down. Before I had any time to react the men yanked off the blanket, opened the door, and threw me inside a metal room which smelled suspiciously toxic. "Guys, are you there?" I called, looking pleadingly at the door that I had just been thrown though.

I was still in a daze as the bag I was in was thrown to the floor with the others. Because of this, I only replied in a mumble, trying not to move.