Vampire School Roleplay ((Closed))

Corvin instinctively bares his teeth at the werewolf, but, as they are his normal human teeth, they're not that impressive. He backs up slowly, but doesn't turn his back to the werewolf. He thinks about taking a knee, showing the werewolf that he submits to it, that he means it absolutely no harm. But he knows that when he is in form diplomacy and common sense are thrown at the window, and it's nothing but red hunger and uncontrollable nothingingness.

Corvin growls in frustration, wishing it wasn't morning so he could properly defend himself. He backs up, hoping the werewolf returns to human form soon or else…or else he's in trouble.

Corvin turns to look at her, tense and breathing fast. He sighs in relief and allows his shoulders to drop. He smiles a little, though, even though he could've died moments before. I'm not the only one.

(I'll be gone until tomorrow morning; bye.)
Corvin sighs. In a moment he ridiculously remembers, I'm really hungry. Not hunting really takes its toll on him. He trudges back home stomach growling, wondering about the werewolf, and who they really are. Do I know them?

(Corvin wasn't in werewolf form anymore.)
Corvin pulls out the key from his pocket and unlocks the front door. The house is uncomfortably warm after the outdoor chill of the morning. The smell of bacon and eggs permeates the air, and his stomach growls. He steps into the kitchen where he finds his Mom scrambling those two heavenly ingredients together.

(Gotcha.)
Corvin's Mom turns around at the sound of him shuffling his shoes off, she smiles at him and sets the food on the table. "YOu should hurry and eat, and then maybe," she scrunches her nose up, "take a shower. You don't want to be late for school."
Corvin nods and slides into a seat, shoveling eggs and bacon into his mouth like there's no tomorrow. He savors the bacon the most, meat, meat, meat, protein…the needed protein that he should've gotten last night. He cocks his head at the smallest of sounds from outside.
"You have fun last night?"
He frowns a moment, distracted, but replies to his Mom's question, "Yeah, really fun." Sure, his Mom thinks he's been at a friend's house. Yeah, being locked up in a basement, starving and enraged is my kind of fun. Even if I put myself there. He takes another bite of breakfast. Newsflash Mom, Blake doesn't exist. But I can't tell you that or you'll freak

(Are my paragraph updates too much?)

Corvin finishes his breakfast, still feeling half-starved. "I'm gonna go take my shower." His mom nods over her shoulder, "Ok. I had time so I put a lunch together for you…it's healthier than the ones at school." Which probably means it's all veggies..no meat. He tries nod to frown, grateful that his mom cares for him like this.
If you only knew…. he thinks as he dashes up the stairs to hurry and get ready for school.

(Her first time being around humans as a werewolf, or in general?)
Corvin finishes his quick shower and dresses. He doesn't have to repack any books or homework because he had brought his backpack along with him to "Blake's house." He trudges down the steps, ready for a second breakfast.
His mom is gone, probably getting ready for the day herself. She's left the breakfast leftovers out, and he helps himself to a good helping of bacon and wolfs it down (pun not intended), licking his fingers clean. Dude, gross he tells himself.
He opens the fridge and snitches a few apples and a small container of leftover meatloaf, and puts them in his lunch bag. "I'm out, Mom!" he yells up the stairs, and goes out the door.

(Was she raised by wolves? Or should I not ask if your background is going to come out later?)
Corvin hears a growl. He whips towards the noise. Something, someone? Is within the side bushes at the side of the house. He sets his backpack down and steps closer. He narrows his eyes when he sees the back of the werewolf who he met on the way home. He brings up some of the werewolf within him and growls at the werewolf.

(Why is she still in werewolf form?)
Corvin doesn't know how cognizent the werewolf is in her? form, but he tries talking to it anyways. "What are you doing here?" He clenches his fist and doesn't lower his shoulders, showing that this is his turf.

(She's clothed, right?! If not, I don't see why the wolves would wear clothes, Corvin can get her something.)
Corvin tilts his head at the werewolf's odd behavior. I don't think she can understand you, genius. He doesn't back up at her approach, not showing any fear.

(Not quite sure how it all works, but okay.)
Corvin smirks, not really knowing why. "Guess we're at a standstill, huh?" He lowers his hands. Can she understand me?

[No, I mean that fact that she's in clothes even though she was raised by wolves and all that, but we can just leave it. :) ]
"Guess not," Corvin says, aloud. Feeling like an idiot, he thinks allowed, almost as if he were talking to a pet. "Well, what're we going to do, then?"

Corvin looks to the window. That's when he notices the torn screen. ? "What is it you want?"