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River Everleap of the Mercian Clan never really had a good life. As a solitary creature, it wasn't surprising for her to not receive the proper love and care humans naturally give their own; and wh...
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It had been four moons since River had saved that human girl from dying in the cold night, and she had not seen her again since. There had certainly been no humans searching for anyone in the woods, which was a good sign that Bella was the one they were looking for, and that she did not speak of their encounter to any hunters. That or they didn't believe her. All was well it seemed, and soon enough, after a few days, River had forgotten about the human girl completely and had continued her life of solitude in the quiet, lush forests of Forks.
Though, lately, as the long days passed and the sun and moon continued to fall and rise, River had begun to scent another type of creature roaming the wilderness. She couldn't pinpoint exactly what it could be, but what started as one particular scent had grown into two before its numbers suddenly grew again to at least five. All of them extremely fresh around the forest every night.
The smell of these new creatures reminded River of those terrible monsters, Lycan's, which made her fur spike along her spine, but what confused her was that it just wasn't the same. They weren't Lycan, but they were at the same time? The scents of these creatures weren't exactly of those that craved carnage over one-hundred winters ago. There was nothing in these smells that gave River a sense of aggression, but a sense of peace telling her all was well and that she shouldn't worry. But logic always came over her instincts, and River couldn't get the thoughts of possible danger out of her head.
So, River prowled the thick forests to investigate. She quite liked Forks. It was quiet and hardly anyone came wandering out too far out into the cold, giving River the time of day to relax a little without any fear of being seen. Of course, there were occasional hunters and hikers, but River steered clear of them. If they did see her, she doubted that anyone would believe that they saw a 12ft cougar in the woods.
There were no vampires around either. River found that strange. It was hardly sunny here, a perfect place to settle down a small coven. Though, there were some old scents out west from her den, but they were stale and fading in the constant rain. River wondered why they had left. Perhaps the vampires had gotten bored or perhaps the limited food in such a small town heavily weighted them. It didn't matter now. They were long gone. Having the time of eternity to return eventually.
River would be twenty-five in human years; however, she was realistically two-hundred-and-nine. Werepuma's lived much longer than humans did. Like vampires, they lived forever until they were killed by illness or by other means of death. Though, for some reason, old age just wasn't an option.
Suddenly, as River stopped to scent the air for more of that creature's scent, she heard a snap of a twig nearby.
Her ears immediately pricked up, and River scanned the scenery around her. After a few moments, out of the shadows, emerged a huge black shape bounding towards her with a hostile snarl.
