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fight for your right (to live- not party) || malira

Kira’s body fought to awaken when she felt herself being moved. Though she was not as in tune to things like scent like the were-creatures in the pack, she felt pack ties enough to know when someone she trusted was near. The fox in her didn’t stir out of fear, only settled and urged her to awaken out of the want to assure her packmate she was okay.

Groaning she opened bleary eyes to see Malia, relief flooding at the fact she’d obviously gotten her texts. Part of her hadn’t been sure she was coherent enough to make sure they’d actually sent. Had they not, well… Anyone could’ve found her, including more people who wanted her dead.

Glancing down, she noted the wounds on Malia’s already-healing legs that looked like a mixture of road rash and scrapes. “You’re hurt, ‘Lia.” She croaked, throat dry. Trying to sit up, she let out a hiss of pain and her lower lip quivered. “I am too.”

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Malia felt a burst of relief as Kira opened her eyes. “I’ll heal.” Malia hadn’t even noticed the wounds on her legs. “You’re the one who’s not healing,” Malia told her, trying not to let Kira know just how much she was panicking. The other girl had just lost so much blood.

“Do you have your phone?” Malia asked, suddenly patting the other girl’s pocket for her phone, before realizing it was probably still on the ground. “Hold on,” Malia said, going to retrieve Kira’s phone. “Lydia said to text Ken and Noshiko. Do you think you can do that, while I try to take some of your pain? It might help you heal.”

#alright but same #kira

Text to: MALYDIA

Lydia: Deep breaths, Malia.

Lydia: Try taking her pain to see if it'll jump start her healing process. If that doesn't work, then you need to take her to Melissa. Also, get Kira's phone and text Noshiko and Ken. Ken will want to know Kira is hurt and Noshiko might have some information on Kitsune healing.

Lydia: Again, breathe.

Malia: Thanks.

Text to: the Pack

Malia: Kira is bleeding out in my backseat.

Malia: She's not really healing.

Malia: I'm going to the hospital, unless anyone has a better suggestion.

#open to the pack #bytstarter

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fight for your right (to live- not party) || malira

Clumsy as she was in her everyday life, when the Katana came out? That was a different story for Kira Yukimura. The moment she pulled her belt from it’s spot around her waist, the weapon transforming swiftly, she was in tune with the Kitsune inside her, danger pouring from everything about her.

She’d been walking home from a late study session, an odd feeling still settled around her at the fact that the people she’d been studying with hadn’t been supernatural and they hadn’t been interrupted mid-session to run off and save the town. They’d gotten through a chapter for their ancient history class, which of course she excelled at, and then gone their separate ways.

Kira had been warned by her friends multiple times not to go out on her own. With the benefactor list in play, it was incredibly dangerous for anyone on the list to be in public in general. Hell, who was she kidding? Existing was dangerous right now. But, walking alone, near the woods, at night? Yeah, she’d been basically asking for the situation at hand to happen.

As a rustle came from the trees, she barely had any time to think before her reflexes were kicking in and the belt was out, in katana form. The struggle began. Her, and a man with- what the fuck? He didn’t have a mouth? She was in danger, and it took all she had to get away. Unfortunately, by that time she’d already taken a few rather critical hits.

Legs carrying her as fast as they could, she finally found herself sinking down outside Degrassi- seriously why the fuck did they always end up at a school? - and she shakily pulled out her phone to text Malia. ‘At Degrassi. Bleeding. A few stab wounds. Hurry please. About to black out.’ She managed to hit send before closing her eyes, the darkness consuming her as she passed out.

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It was apparently impossible for anyone to have a night where something bad didn’t happen. Malia had been planning on going to bed early for once, maybe catch up on a little sleep. So, of course, she had to get a text for Kira, and it definitely wasn’t the good kind of text, at all.

Malia probably should have called Scott or Stiles, or even Derek. Instead, she hopped in her car, and drove as fast as she could to the school. And why did it have to the school? Just when she thought the place couldn’t get anymore grim, something else bad occurred there.

As soon as she arrived at the school, she was practically out of the car before she’d even put it into park. Sighting Kira, Malia made a mad dash for her. “Kira? Hey, hey!” Malia hit the ground hard next to Kira’s body. “Kira.” But there was no reply, the girl was out cold. Damn. She knew the other girl was alive, her heart was still beating, albeit slowly. Kira had lost a lot of blood.

Picking Kira up like she weighed nothing, Malia laid the other girl down in the backseat of her car. She had to get Kira to a hospital, she didn’t know what else she could do. Malia wasn’t equipped to handle this stuff, at least not alone. And how was she going to explain how Kira had gotten hurt, or her rapid healing?

Another Rendezvous || Malia&Anthony

Anthony: moved to rest his hands on Malia's waist when she moved closer, looking up at her with a raised eyebrow. "My favorite color is green, my middle name is Samuel, I have an older brother, a younger brother, and a younger sister, and in the good old days my favorite band was 3oh!3," he hummed despite her saying she didn't want to know anything.

Malia: "I tell you something about me, if there were anything to tell." Malia wasn't even certain who she was at this point. She still hadn't spoken to Peter, and the whole idea of her being a Hale was... ridiculous. But she needed to know the truth. And aside from that, she didn't really have much backstory, she'd spent most of her formative years as a coyote.

Another Rendezvous || Malia&Anthony

Anthony: rolled his eyes, walking over to go sit on the arm of the couch, looking up at Malia. "Well what do you want to know then?" He asked.

Malia: stepped toward Anthony. "Oh me? Nothing. It's them. I'm perfectly fine not knowing anything about you." Malia practically stared him down.

#ant

Another Rendezvous || Malia&Anthony

Anthony: knew Malia was there before she was inside so as soon as he heard the door opening, he stood, stopping and leaning against the door frame as he watched her take her coat off. Chuckling he shook his head. "If anything you're taking advantage of me," he shot back, running his hands through his hair.

Malia: laughed. "Me? Taking advantage of you? Please." Malia turned to look at him. "I'm serious, though. They're worried, and they kind of have the right to be. I mean, they don't really know you. I don't even know you." Malia tapped her fingers against the wall behind her.

#ant

Another Rendezvous || Malia&Anthony

Malia: entered the apartment without knocking. There was no point in that, not when he could smell and hear her probably as soon as she entered the building. Shucking off her jacket, she hung it on the coat wrack by the door.

"You know," she spoke, as soon as she saw him, "we really shouldn't keep meeting like this. Some people have voiced their displeasure about me coming to see you, especially so late at night. I think they think you're taking advantage of me."

#ant

Text: Malanthony

Ant: Sex.

Malia: Fair enough.

Ant: See you soon then?

Malia: If you're lucky.

#Ant

Text: Malanthony

Ant: Sex.

Malia: Fair enough.

#ant

Text: Malanthony