Event Six.

[awashmods]

If you see this hairy creature Your first choice should always be to run Otherwise you had better hope You have silver bullets in a gun.

he full moon hangs brightly over the Town, hovering so low that it almost feels as though you could reach out and touch it. It should be comforting. But as the howl of wolves fills the air, it's anything but. There are werewolves on the prowl, and their target is very clear -- the Town won't be able to last without your help. Welcome to Awash's sixth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to start your own posts or logs for this event as well. If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

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folds hands under chin and stares straight ahead

[swordfucker]

[That is... a whole ass tree, and Guren can't even shift and prepare to think of teleporting in time to manage. The ground rumbles, he grabs the trunk of his own tree for stability, and then there's another entire tree being thrown at him.

He jumps, but he's still hit, and there's no sass to be said as he falls back down to the forest floor and hits a handful of branches on the way down. Ouch.]

[eusford]

[ It's a whole ass tree. And, yes, Crowley has to mentally punch himself to keep from chasing after it like it's a large stick -- the woes of being a werewolf, he assumes.

Guren falls and he can't help but feel something close to happiness because goddamn was he annoying jumping all over the place. He takes strides forward, cutting the distance between them, but he's certainly not rushing to get there. ]

You think anyone heard that? What's that saying go... something about a tree falling and if people can hear it or something.

[swordfucker]

Shut up...

[God, he's so tired of all of this. You try to check on a vampire and this is what you get. A wolfpire. This is the worst possible combination. It takes some struggling, but Guren pushes himself to try and stand, bleeding a fair amount from somewhere on his head, bruised a few places— a hand presses against his head as it throbs.]

You're annoying.

[But he knows he can't screw around. He really, really doesn't need this werewolf problem, and that's assuming Crowley has the self control right now to stop at that. He tries to focus, and it's even more difficult now, so when he teleports further away this time, it's a little too far off the ground and he sort of falls on his feet and into a stumble against another tree.

Well, at least he can still teleport.]