My character: Anna Age:16 Gender: Female Appearance: 5'6", she has dark auburn hair, blue/grey eyes and extremely fair skin Other: Anna is introverted and while she prefers to spend most of her time reading and studying astronomy, she's in decent physical shape. She's aggressive when necessary and has gotten into a few fights with other girls at school. She doesn't get scared easily but has a strong fear of dogs _________________________________________________________________________ Anna awoke slowly, disoriented and unable to focus on anything but the dull throbbing in her head for a few moments. What was going on? She couldn't remember falling asleep; her last memory was of walking home from school, sneakered feet thudding against the pavement one of the only sounds she heard as she cut through the forest that separated her house from the high school she attended. Now she had an unbearable headache, and as she awoke completely and became aware of her surroundings, she realized with a start that not only was she lying on a hard plastic surface instead of in her bed, she also couldn't see, her eyes covered by some kind of cloth. She was still disoriented, and the blindfold blocking her vision didn't help as she struggled to recall what had happened. When she sat up and tried to remove the blindfold, she felt the rough surface of rope chafing her wrists, which were tied behind her back. The realization that her hands were tied behind her, however, brought back the memory of what had happened. She'd thought herself completely alone in the forest, then suddenly she was hit over the head from behind, the shock of it more than the pain bringing her to her knees as gruff voices spoke to each other around her, a large pair of hands tying a ragged piece of cloth over her eyes. "What-" She began to shout, reacting as quickly as possible to the unexpected attack, grabbing at the hand that pulled the blindfold over her eyes and biting down hard. There were muttered curses, another pair of hands dragging her hands and pinning them firmly down as they were tied with the rope, and then her body reacted to the original hit over the head and she passed out. It had been over in under a minute. She didn't really know what was going on, but at least she remembered how she'd ended up here- wherever she was. It seemed she'd been kidnapped by at least two men, and she didn't allow panic to overtake her at this realization but instead rested her hands on the ground behind her, feeling the surface she sat on while she listened for any sounds that indicated where she was. A car engine, and the sound of tires treading over a bumpy road. To her right, someone was whimpering in pain or fear; she couldn't tell which. Anna couldn't hear the voices of the men she'd heard before, but they were evidently driving the van she sat in the back of, and apprehensively she spoke up to anyone else who might be in the vehicle- particularly listening for a response from whoever had been making soft noises from the other side of the car. "Hello? What's happening?" A wavering female voice responded from surprisingly close beside her. "Some guys kidnapped us. Do you have a phone? They took mine." The same voice of the person who had been whimpering cried out for help, and a sigh could be heard in the back of the van. "This girl has been freaking out since they put her back here. I think she's in shock." The same voice from before went on. Meanwhile Anna pawed at her back pockets in search of her phone. It was a long shot, she thought, but- the car came to a halt suddenly, sending her falling back and banging her head on the ground. Before she could sit up again, she heard a set of doors opening, several voices at once, a few more female voices screaming before being silenced, and finally her blindfold was removed and she was dragged out of the back of the van, a firm hand wrapped around her arm and guiding her forward. She squinted as she looked around. They were in the middle of nowhere, it seemed, trees all around them, 'them' being almost a dozen women and just five men, all of whom were tall, well built and formidable looking. The men spoke to each other in low tones and growled- actually growled, she noted nervously, like dogs- at any one of the women who made a sound. It seemed like they walked for hours. Night was falling upon them and Anna was in a state of shock like everyone else who'd been kidnapped was. One of their kidnappers had just turned into a wolf in front of them, body transforming in a gruesome fashion, and he barked and growled at a woman who had been causing trouble from the beginning. None of the other men looked surprised by what was happening, so she could only think that they knew, and were probably capable of turning into wolves too. She still didn't understand why they'd taken her, though she'd heard muttered mentions between the men of "the hunt" and they'd been discussing bringing several of the women to a market. She'd thought this was a human trafficking group, but the transformation of the man into a wolf left her confused as to what she should think. The only thing she was sure of was that she had to get away, especially now that one of her kidnappers had revealed himself to be...what? A shapeshifter? A werewolf? Whatever he was, she'd had a phobia of dogs since childhood. She wasn't sticking around to be eaten by a shapeshifting dog. For at least an hour she'd been pulling against the ropes binding her wrists, chafing her skin but slowly loosening the knots that held her. As soon as the man pushing her along turned his attention away from her she yanked on the ropes and broke into a sprint, racing through the forest aimlessly in a pathetic attempt to outrun her capturers. There was no way it would have worked, until suddenly she stumbled, falling and rolling down a steep hill that was more of a cliff than anything. It left her scraped and bruised but she landed a good fifty feet away from the top of the hill and by a rushing stream. She could hear the men shouting as several of them took chase, so she scrambled to her feet and leaped over the small river before continuing to run, desperate for a chance at escaping.