Young Writers Society

You’ve suddenly landed in a clearing in a forest. You have no clue where you are and how you got there. It’s dark, it’s chilly, and you’re unarmed.

Suddenly, you hear something. It sounds like wolves in the distance. And then you hear a very masculine scream and a neigh. You get startled, and fall on some twigs, breaking them in the process and making noise loud enough that attracted a pack of wolves.

1) Please include a description of your character in the beginning of your first post.

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2) Feel free to pick characters from whatever you want. They can be from another roleplay, a storybook, a novel or even a fanfiction of yours. Also, if you want, you can have more than one character, but please not more than three.

Speaking of characters, this is a fantastical roleplay, so if you have a character with magic, you can definitely use them.

3) Try not to make any plot-altering changes without talking about it with me first. Your character is free to guess what the plot is, though!

4) Please don’t write for anyone else’s characters! It can take away the fun from other writers and it’s also hard to predict how someone else’s character would react to a specific situation.

5) Most importantly, have fun and be kind. 💕

Livvie had just crawled into her bed, ready to sleep, when she entered this forest. She swore she hadn't even been slightly sleepy - so this most definitely was not a dream. The woman pinched herself to double check. Wide awake. She looked around the clearing she was standing in. It was very quiet. The full moon was bright - because of it, Livvie could sort of see what was around her.

"Hello?" she called.

It was replied by howls. Livvie scrunched up her nose. "What in the..."

And then there was a manly scream. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers and her legs shook in fear. She stumbled back a bit, tripped on a rock and fell on her rear end. There were twigs underneath her and they had cracked. The noise sounded deafening in the silence.

Livvie held her breath.

She felt eyes on her and she wasn't okay with it. She got up, turned around, squinting into the darkness around the trees. "Show yourself!" she called out. And again, instead of being replied by a human, she was replied by more howls - and it sounded much closer. Maybe a bit too close...

Wolves.

Now Livvie really wished she had took those free archery lessons. But even if she had, she could do nothing. She racked her brain for escape idea as the wolves neared her, slowly but surely.

"Deep breaths, deep breaths, deepbreathdeepbreathsdeep -"

"Oh!" she shouted. The pack paused for a second because of the sudden noise, but continued towards her.

Of course, magic! She completely forgot about the magic in her. She thrust her hand in the direction of the wolf that was nearest to her. It growled in anger. Nothing had happened. "Work, magic, work you idiot," she muttered.

Livvie thrust her hand out at another wolf and water spurted out. She bit her lip nervously and straightened her glasses. The wolf snarled. She did it again, and hot water spurted out. The wolf, now drenched, ran away, whimpering.

"Ready for a water fight?" she asked the wolves mischievously. They all sneered back at her.

Jay had just curled up to rest on the cool forest floor when the grassy undergrowth turned to snow. His eyes shot open, yellow and bright in the cold, dark forest. There was no way that he'd fallen asleep and awoken to snow when he'd only just closed his eyes. He'd been brought somewhere new, and it did not smell like home.

He sprung up to his feet when he heard the howls, head high and ears perked up. A pack of wolves was nearby, closing in around its prey. There was the shout of a human, the neigh of a horse, and then the echoing "Show yourself!" of a young girl. The girl sounded closer than the man, and she definitely sounded human.

He huffed, and he could see his breath in a small cloud around his nose.

Maybe this was a dream. He wanted it to be. But it didn't really matter if it was or wasn't - he started running towards the sound of the girl, coming up behind a pack of wolves closing in around her. He knew on instinct that they weren't like him. They were only wolves, not people, but he still knew how they spoke, just as he did, with their haunches high and their fangs bared.

They were getting ready to go in for the kill, and the moment he skidded up behind them, he knew they sensed his presence - foreign, unwelcome, and not a part of the family unit that was their pack. Even though he looked like one of them, he was not.

With a low growl he rushed ahead towards the girl as another wolf charged and intercepted - biting into the wolf's neck and tackling it to the ground.

Before the rest of the wolves could do anything, something dashed across, and before anything could be comprehended of the scene, the rest of the wolves were all dead on the ground.

Red walked up to them and spoke.

"That was close. What are you doing out in the wilds if you can't protect yourselves from a pack of wolves?"

Red seemed serious. He wasn't mocking or joking about the situation. He sheathed the sword in his hand, his orange eyes glowing bright.

A wolf had attacked a wolf and the rest of the wolves had been killed and a person with a sword was walking up to her. What was going on? Livvie gulped and bit her bottom lip again but this time to keep herself from screaming.

She took a step back from the brown wolf. Then her eyes landed on the blood all around her. Her eyes widened again in horror.

Her stomach lurched. This was why she had said she'd never be a surgeon. Too much blood. She gagged. And she also hadn't yet digested dinner.

Dashing towards a nearby tree, she vomited. When it had all left her system, she wet her hand with water (she used her magic) and wiped her face. She let out a breath and looked away from the dead wolves. Then she noticed the brown wolf and man with the sword looking at her.

She put her hand behind her back and spurted more water out of it, washing away her vomit. At times like this, she wished she was the one with the power to be invisible, and not her sister.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry if I upset you but that really was a little careless."

Red looked concerned.

Jay had froze, skidding to a stop as a man came through, leaving all of the wolves but himself slain. As the girl ran off to vomit, Jay was seeing red, quite literally, as he stared at all of the fallen wolves around them in the snow.

Sure, he'd run into the fight, but he hadn't planned on killing all of the wolves. Just causing a distraction enough so the girl could run away.

And why hadn't the man killed him? How did he know he wasn't just another wolf, even if he wasn't part of the pack?

He started to back away slowly. He didn't want to reveal himself as a werewolf. They had to keep believing he was just another wolf, if good-natured, which meant he couldn't talk, as much as he wanted to.

Careless? The girl was being careless? The man had caused a wolven blood-bath. Jay's blood was still running cold at the thought. He could've easily been lumped together with the other wolves if he'd shown any sign of aggression towards the girl the man had jumped in to defend.

His ears pinned back against his head and his tail lucked at a sharp angle between his legs, and he growled lowly.

"Don't think you can fool me. Werewolf! A fool can tell the difference. I've been in the forest enough to tell things apart. If they were your friends, I didn't mean to kill them. They had the intention to kill. And, if they were indeed your friends, I'm not sure if you're not just another threat."

He seemed irritated. He drew his sword, and stood in front of the girl (Livvie). "What do you want?"

Today was going to be a good day.

It was the first weekend in a long time where Juniper didn't have any homework. She had spent the majority of the day reading web comics, but Lorcan and her had been planning to hang out all week. So she had slipped out of her pajamas and into something a little more comfortable, grabbed an apple from the fridge, and slipped out the front door.

She got one step into the walk to Charlotte's house before disaster struck.

One moment, she was heading down her driveway. The next, she was in some really creepy forest. She hadn't even seen a rift open up! And considering that her brother was off doing things with the GSA, it couldn't have been his fault.

Juniper heard the wolves. She heard the fighting, too. She was just too far away to do anything. The smart part of her was telling her to run away, seeing that she barely knew how to use her brother's magic yet. The dumber part - the part that won out - told her to check the source of the noises out.

So she did.

She arrived at the group just in time to hear the apparent wolf-killer threaten the apparent werewolf. Juniper was still trying to wrap her head around what had just happened, but she was more alarmed by the amount of dead wolves than anything else.

She stepped out of her temporary hiding spot behind a nearby tree, arms crossed as she took a protective step towards the werewolf.

The urge to use magic danced at her fingertips. She took a deep breath, tried to remember what her brother had shown her, and made the magic become tangible - wild, unconstrained darkness coated her fists.

"Leave them alone," Juniper said, holding one hand out in front of the werewolf and the other in front of her chest like she was ready to fight.

(Even though she definitely wasn't.)

"I don't think you understand what's happening."

Red said, quite confused.

Livvie looked at the man, her brows furrowed. She took a step back and looked at the newcomer. The girl had auburn hair. Livvie had always wanted auburn hair. But she was stuck with chocolate brown. Anyways.

She completely tuned out the others - werewolf, strange man, teen girl - and started thinking. First of all, she knew magic existed, and all these people, including her had been transported to a strange place. That made sense. But -

There was another manly scream. It sounded the same as before. And then the neigh again. Livvie's heartbeat quickened. "How about we stop arguing. I think whoever is in trouble needs help. Um." She looked at the werewolf. "If you can understand me, Mr. Werewolf, please do come along," she said.

Her cheeks burned even though the night air was chilly. Public talking was never her forte. It was impossible to do it without her cheeks burning or her stomach churning.

Without waiting for a reply, she ran to where the yell had come from.