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<div style="padding:0px 2px 0px 2px; background-color:#8A7C72; width: 400px;color: #0d0d0d; text-align: justify; font-family:georgia; letter-spacing:0px; font-size: 10px;"> When the concept came of the town Briar Creek, along with it came the constant warm yet soft breeze and the light dust that seemed to fly in the air in little tornado’s which almost seemed so delicate. The sun constantly blazed down bringing warmth to beings who happened to be under it without any sunscreen, and took to a tanning sort of heat that even if you was sat in side, you’d be able to cure the case of pale skin within minutes. Along with the hot sun and the scorching desert town, the wood and the hills of grass and trees were beautiful. Not a lot of people ever got to see the beauty’s of Briar Creek like Layla did, and for almost a moment she felt special, then she realised what she was truly dazing down into. Like always around the time the sun was high in the sky and drying everything up, the werewolf took to hunting and like in that heat, she took to doing it with no shoes on and in her human form. Her skin was tanned like usual and tangles of dark brown curls clung to her body all the way down to her waist. Her deep brown eyes were eager and a slick smirk danced on her lips as she ran so gracefully, her feet taking her just as fast as she could in her wolf form. Back at home no doubt she imagined Lucas sat on the sofa wondering where the hell his twin sister was, but for now she didn’t have to worry about him for once, she could just hunt and be free and take in the beautiful warmth that Briar Creek provided.
By the time she had caught onto the scent of the rabbit, it was too late for it to even try to out run her. She had giggled and played with it before finally hearing the deep roar of her stomach, lunging for the rabbit only to come out with her hands empty and a deep frown on her lips. She looked like something almost out of a silent movie, the confusion and disappointment of catching nothing so obvious on her face. It reminded her so much of when she was little, giggling and snarling at her prey as she played the hunting game whilst Lucas just sighed and killed it. He never was any fun – she guessed that was because he was forced to look after her. Layla and Lucas were twins, brother and sister, best friends – they were all they had now that their parents were gone. Well, they had been gone when the two were perhaps....seven? Vampires had come in and murdered them whilst her father tried to get the two of them out, Lucas telling her to run that in the end they had shifted into their wolf forms and just ran. They never stopped running. Jeremy had been one of their fathers friends and his uncle, so of course Briar Creek would have been a sensible place for them to hide. Jeremy and his uncle had been the ones to help them set up their hiding place in the wood of Briar Creek, and it was them who had saved them and kept them a secret. Her and Lucas had been hiding for most of their lives now in Briar Creek wood, never going out, never setting foot into the real world where danger lurked around every corner. It was a secret life but it was safe, and it was what Layla wanted most. A few years later Jeremy’s uncle went missing (unknown to them that Jeremy had killed him) and that was the last contact they had really had with the outside world. They had kept to themselves then and then Jeremy had gone, killed by a blond Redfern and Mary-Lynnette. That was when they realised that even Briar Creek wasn’t safe , not even from what went on in the night world. It was Lucas who made sure that Layla had been kept in from them, but the girl was wild – Layla didn’t like to be kept inside. She often just snook out the window to go hunting, just like now as she hunted that Rabbit. Lucas didn’t want his sister to come under any harm but she could take care of herself, she had to now that vampires were in Briar Creek. The two werewolves might have not gotten out of their little cottage and wood, but they were as hell knew what was going on around their little safe spot.
As the years grew on of course Layla became a better hunter and a better werewolf, and really to have her hands come up empty from a lung was strange. She stared at her bare palms with a frown, looking forward to expect some kind of Rabbit whole but the trail of scent just kept going. Her deep brown eyes sparkled and she got up from her knees, dusting off the dirt in which ruined her knees. Her mouth formed a little curious ‘o’ and she sure as hell wanted to know why the hell she was looking at a boarded up whole in the wall of a tall hill with the words ‘keep out’ pained on boarded up wood. It was the mine’s – she was sure of it. Layla knew little about Briar Creek but she knew it was an abandoned Mining town. They had ran out of Gold so of course the minors had picked up and left, not doing a good job obviously of covering up the entrance. The wood seemed to smell of old rotten wood and with one pull, she teared it right off and threw it down. Layla was strong for a girl, and with a smirk she began to rip more off before finally she was just staring at a large entrance to a mine.
Her brother had often warned her not to go exploring around where she could get lost, but Layla wasn’t a child! They had both just turned nineteen, she wanted to explore! She never got out much and this was as much excitement as she needed, and, the rabbit had gone inside. Subconsciously she licked her lips – without hesitation she stepped inside the dark cold entrance and allowed her eyes to adjust to the dark. They did it within seconds and the scent of the Rabbit mixed with the smell of damn walls and water, but still that didn’t stop her. She looked around on the floor expecting the rabbit to just be there but thankfully there was an old lantern, picking it up she weighed it and began to fiddle with it. Light clicked on – thank god for new technology. She kept it close to her face as she lifted it up and peered into the cave more – it went down, and so did the rabbit. With that thought she let out a sigh and walked forward, feeling the earth going down but not giving a damn – she wanted her rabbit and never did Layla Moon give up on a catch when she was hungry! Nope – never. </div>
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