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The new semester could’ve started better.
“Hey, Sinclair!“ the shout from across the quad made several heads turn, the newest idiot of the day deciding to throw a perfectly good apple towards her.
Enid caught it mid-air, taking one hand with a single digit to use her claw as she sliced a chunk of it off. Her nostrils flaring as she exhaled, fighting down the growl that bubbled in her chest at the taunts.
It didn’t take long for him to approach her, he purposely made a display of himself jumping over one table top to the next, no consideration for the ruined lunches mushed beneath his feet.
“I, of the Monty pack, request a challenge!” His voice obnoxiously loud for the near silent evening.
Enid didn’t want to do this, everyday for the rest of the year. Sometimes she thinks to herself if it would’ve been better never shifting but then she thinks about the Addams and those negative murmurs disappear.
Well, some of them anyway.
Wednesday was hers.
Not like a property or anything but by lycan law, that’s her mate, but apparently every fur believed the late bloomer to be too soft and undeserving of someone like the Addams, who had a reputation for being intimidating.
“Enid Sinclair, I Demand A Response!”
Just like this prick who couldn’t let her enjoy her lunch in peace.
Enid gave an apologetic look to Yoko, their evening gossip has been interrupted once again.
“Why don’t you go chase your tail!”
The pastel wolf rose, her plastic tray pushed towards the vampire knowing she’ll keep it safe for her.
Enid grabbed at his collar, shoving him much harder then the common wolves were capable of.
She didn’t want to do this but the new head mistress could care less about student body’s behavior so long as it wasn’t seen as destructive while in Jericho.
“I’ll show you what I’m capable of.” The boy lengthen his claws, jumping into the air while whining his hand back to strike.
Wednesday was not planning on attending lunch today, her writing hour progressing earlier today then usually thanks to the wolfs absence. Since the new semester a lot of the fur population had taken a…likening to her?
It was strange and disruptive to her schedule, as she found herself bombarded with dead animals of all sorts when ever leaving the dorm. Just this morning when she entered botany, there was a half eaten rabbit atop her desk.
The string of whispers that rose at her presence when she spotted it fell into hushed laughter, to which she assumed was someone attempting to mess with her.
Enid had been there to help her though. The individual was easily sniffed out but Enid wouldn’t tell her what happen to them when she confronted them after class.
But that has been hours ago, and the seer did skip breakfast today so…
“GAH!”
Wednesday brow quirked as she watch a random boy hit one of the pillars around the yard, his body practically wrapping around in a way the Addams was positive caused his spine to snap.
Her eyes widening a fraction at the sight of her bubbly roommate heavy panting, her impeccable uniform now torn in several areas that deemed it need replacing.
When she noticed the wolf walking she assumed they were approaching the individual they had just thrown across the quad. Instead, she realizes they were coming closer to her once they were a few feet.
Wednesday would’ve side-stepped her, had her vision suddenly noticed the details of red blood coating their previously rainbow colored nails, her brows furrowed for a moment as her lips parted, she was ready to ask for names, but the closer she inspected the more she could see Enid wasn’t even bleeding.
Though her eyes do widen in surprise at the sudden grab against her vest, a retort prepared at her lips to question such a reaction. Initially she wondered if it was because of the Sinclair’s wolf instincts, then she felt a chilling spike up her spine at the quick tearing of fabric.
She blames herself for allowing not her own guarded barriers to fall so easily around the roommate.
Her arms coming to push the wolf away as she felt the vest give way to her button up, said buttons ripped in the motion with her tie before the curling pain against her neck.
The crowd of gasps are ignored and do little to stop the pastel girls actions.
Enid’s arms encased her, rendering her of the ability to fight back, the seer squeezed at the back if her uniform jacket, the pressure from Enid’s canines sinking into the weak tissue of her throat brought a pitched cry, one she would’ve never dared to express in such a public setting but today was filled with the unexpected.
Enid slowly releases the tightening of her jaw, she can feel the way Wednesdays tanned skin slinks off her teeth as she rises, her tongue laves at the bloody divots.
She can feel Wednesdays grip gradually slacking before her arms limp at her sides, when Enid pulls back she yelps at the ravens weight falling, she desperately goes to catch her before noticing the distant look in Wednesdays eyes, the fact they’re struggling to stay open makes Enid finally look directly at the bite she’s given.
The remains of the black and grey uniform are now drenched in blood, and the once tanned skin is beginning to look too pale for safely.
Enid pulls the raven close, her hands securely adjusting them so that Wednesday is being bridal carried towards the nurses office.