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[Nunquam Elaine Riddle]

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Werewolves

• Talla Coma
  
  

[Talla Coma]

Special species you are applying for:Werewolf
Name: Talla Coma ~Noble Wolf~
Age: 36 actual, looks 24 in human years
House/Occupation: Faithful to Greyback
Blood Line:Born into the pack
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The Werewolf training camp is intense. Running in human form to increase stamina, hand-to-hand combat and a grueling obstacle course kept their bodies physically toned. A full moon brought forth a more gruesome training, the hunt and kill of prey. The whole of the pack working as a killing team.

Long days brought on by even longer nights. This code of cunning maliciousness bred into the Werewolf pack of Fenrir Greyback. However, they were in demand by Voldemort to do his bidding against muggle and magical worlds that fought against the Dark Lord.

A pack of eight Werewolves stood in the clearing of the heavily wooded forest just outside the London limits. Talla had both her hands pressed firmly down on the child’s shoulders. “Quiet little one,” she whispered trying to reassure the shaking female child as tears fell over the young ones pudgy cheeks. The child tried to swallow back the whimpering gasps to no avail.

The sun an orange ball of fire casting evening shadows through the fall colors of the trees. The group of Greybacks’ waited for the Death Eaters Voldemort was sending after the child. The girl is the daughter of a prominent wizarding official at the Ministry of Magic. Finally, the exchange took place without occurrence; this was the first mission Talla had been permitted since finishing her training. She is young in were years and wanted to do something useful and important before she was cast into the mating pool.

Several yards behind the pack as they made their way back to camp, Talla’s keen hearing spun her around at the sounds of shouts from behind her. Smelling the air Talla scented humans and ….blood. Cutting off from the group, she fell back, covering the ground from wince she came with speed. Her feet barely making contact with the ground in a noiseless run as she darted in and out of shadows for cover.

Finally coming to a crouch behind the trunk of a large oak. Talla watched the battle, spells and the scent of blood filled the twilight. The Death Eaters had lost procession of the female child. For some reason Talla felt relief for the young, she was in safe hands now. Talla was not sure why she was having confused feelings. [/size]