I Need A Hero[Any werewolf/shape shifter]

[foxy]

There were times when a man knew he was going to die, and then there were times when he knew he was going to live. Yet this small man didn't know what was going to happen. He had been lost at sea for the past three weeks floating in a life boat. The Boat itself was now looking more and more tasty by the minute. A day later and a storm came knocking the boat over and tossing Vincent into the water. He was like a ragdoll in the water, too weak to fight and too hungry to try.

Thinking this was the last time he would ever have his eyes opened he just looked up and into the sky until he was finally dragged down into the water by his weight. All that he got to see under the water was the churning of the waves and then he was out cold. As the storm subsided and waves smashed against his pale body. He couldn't keep his body awake now and so he slowly drifted off to being knocked out. After a few minutes floating on the surf he was tossed onto the banks of La Push finally.

His mind was racing to wake him up to tell him he was safe and on land finally, but his weak and frail body wouldn't allow him to wake up yet. He needed rest, food, and a lot of help. It was going to take a lot of stuff to get this man up and running again.

[colin]

Another day and another routine patrol. Every morning they had been diligent and covering the La Push forest as well as the Forks forest and the First Beach. They used to mind the old treaty line and made sure that they didn’t cross it any way but ever since the pack’s alliance with the Cullens, it seemed like the border had been non existent anymore but then again, it had been agreed by everyone to extend the border line now just so the pack could roam and cover more grounds during patrol. At least to Colin there was no border line. He was possibly the only wolf that could actually cross back and forth without any worries all because his imprintee.

His huge paws skidded to a stop as he neared the old treaty line at the sea. It had been agreed by the whole pack that they should run patrol and check the area twice. He went back to the First Beach to see nothing was out of place. Of course when he sensed a fellow shape shifter and darts towards the unfamiliar scent just to found out who the scent belong to, gone was the happy go lucky Colin and the very protective side of him came out. He didn’t know who that scent belong to. Whether that person was a good or a bad, the eighteen year old was not sure. It was something he couldn’t figure out and honestly it worried him because ever since that fateful night his pack brother was killed by a damn leech. The male Quileute shape shifter didn’t have anything to fear anymore, since the unknown shape shifter was unconscious and appear to drifted on the sea. Shit...

In his wolf form, Colin gruffed softly as he waited for the other male shape shifter. He walk over to the male shape shifter and sniffed him out. He looks like he went through hell. This man needed help! Colin quickly phased into his human form and immediately put on his sweat pants before carefully the man back into Sam’s place. Sam was Colin’s alpha leader; he should know what to do with this stranger. When Colin took the stranger into his alpha leader’s home, he was greeted by his fellow pack members who help attended to the wounded shape shifter. Few hours later, the shape shifter was seen from a native doctor, who said he just needed to rest and let his wounds heal on his own. Perks on being a shape shifter is that their wounds heal faster than normal humans. The unknown shape shifter had a sponge bath and change of clothes. The clothes on the small man was three sizes too small on him, but they would do for now. Nobody had any idea who this guy was, they didn’t find any ID’s on him. Poor guy, the pack had to wait until he woke up to know who is.

[zyra]

Zyra had been in the Forks Forest trying to find something to eat. She hated human food unless it was meat. Her form took the shape of a lioness though, she was a bit larger then a normal lioness itself. Her ears were perked upward listening for any sound of noise, her nose taking in any scents in the nearby area. Large paws padded against the forest dirt as Zyra finally caught scent of something near the Beach. Stopping at the neck of the forest she noticed she was already too late. A large wolf had ruined her mild surprise. She knew this large wolf was a shifter like her but, she would not have someone ruin what could have been her next meal.

Zyra had been hungry. She wanted to be like a wild animal because she didn't see her human life going anywhere. She would only be in her human form when going to school or hanging with friends that barely spoke to her. Seeing a small cabin close by, Zyra slowly walked in that direction. Her golden lioness eyes peeled to where the man in the boat was located. This mans scent was all wrong from a human though. The lioness also kept her eyes peeled on the wolf that turned back to his human form.

Zyra made a soft growl and paced herself back and forth from the distance of the cabin. She didn't mind other creatures as long as they didn't appear a threat to her but, she was hungry and she rarely spent time at home. Besides, she was eighteen years old, she could do what she wanted. Zyra then sat down and waited patiently hoping no one would notice her presence of being there.