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[Haze-L-Kitten]

Blake studied Russel. Shre was very shooken up, but she was in one piece. His seconds old, once feirce and deadly looking glare had broken down into his warm and gentle gaze. It was a major switch from the seriousness of what had just happened, so fast and to have changed moods at such rate was something unheard of for one who wasn't familiar with this, but in due time she'd come to. That is, if she'd accept. Blake studied her and new he was wearing new scratched on his arms. The gang around them observed her and some would accasionaly toy with their fallen mate who was swatting back at them with anticipation. Blake's eyes glanced over and her chuckled. "Hey, give em' a break or I'll be the one eating you lot." He said in a joking manner and the boys snickered back came to sit on thier hauntches and conversin between each other. Returning his eyes back to her, his barely bloody muzzle leaced into a grin. He leaned his neck out and his nose and some of his muzzle came to nuzzle agianst hers in a gentle and calming manner, knowingly she was tramatized from the scene she'd watched. Pulling away, he protested her words with a fact. "I do, without you. Zack's final moments would have been where he laid." He told her with a light head nod. Thoes cristical seconds where he'd been laying right in the battle grounds and unable to have stablized hi sown blood flow, the medical femal's speed wouldn't have made it there. He gave her another warm grin.

[maxlet]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

Seeing the others playing with their fallen mate, she had scooted over a bit. Being in her human form, she felt even more fragile than normal. His playful warning slowed their play, but not their conversation. They were clearly, and obviously, glad that their pack mate and brother was doing better. She pulled her hazel eyes from them and looked back up to their alpha and his blue eyes. His large, yet gentle furry face was coming towards hers. She closed her eyes with his gentle nuzzle. The warmth of his breath was already having a calming effect on her. Even after he pulled away she could smell the strong earthy scent of his fur. A scent that was very welcome to her. She reopened her eyes and listened obediently to his correction. With the mention of the other wolf's name, she turned her face to him. It was clear he was doing better, but the importance of her actions weren't seen to her. Of course she had gotten him out of the way and kept him from being hurt more, but she wouldn't argue her point by disagreeing. Blake wouldn't lie to her, and she knew that much already. She pushed herself up from the ground and glanced back at his towering figure. His face was still holding a grin she had come to expect from him. Her arms crossed around herself self-consciously. "Then I'm glad to have been of assistance." She dipped her head slightly, bringing her eyes back up to his immediately after.

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Blake was glad to see her calm again. Ontop of that, he was glad she didn't choosen to argue, but accept his truthful accusation. As she rose, his eyes still looked down at her as she dipped her head in repsects and he nodded his lightly. "Good." He murmered in responce to her as he took a glance to his members and he came to transition back into his human form. However, his once cleansed apperance had been altered agian. He felt a sudden draft at the rips along his upper arms and not to mention the holes in her father's shirt he wore. He blinked and looked down at his arms and his brows rose up. Err..." His words trailed off and he glanced up at her and he frowned, taking responsibility for shredding the arms of her father's shirt. The pants he wore had bigger holes in them and were muddy stained and clawed up. The once pure white jeans were soiled. He glanced down to see the damage to the pants and he sighed, looking back to Russel. "I cant' seem to stay clean or in one piece." He ran his fingers through his hair with a sof chuckle, adding humor into his guilt for ruining the clothes. He hoped she wouldn't be upset with him, or her father either.

[maxlet]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

She silently watched him change back. To say he was soiled would be an unfair understatement. The white jeans were no longer their original color, and had holes and tears in them from the fight. The shirt was also in disarray. Though, she couldn't blame him. They had, after all, just fought and killed a demon. She smiled and chuckled along with him as he relayed the obvious. She couldn't admit she was clean, but at least this time she was in one piece. She wished she could have said the same for the rest of them. "Don't bother about the clothes. It isn't like my dad would ever fit in them again." She smiled softly and sincerely. Her father wouldn't even know they were missing. Though, she would eventually tell him about what had happened and why he was short some ill-fitting college clothes. "More important than the clothes, are you and the rest of your pack alright?" She had seen the blood on his arms before he changed, but with the long sleeved shirt she couldn't tell whether it was his blood or the demon's. The blood on her own hands had been what soaked through her shirt, but she had no reason to be bleeding. Him, on the other hand, had every reason to be wounded. If he was, getting checked on was more important than making sure she was calm and comforted.

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Blake grinned at her boyishly and chuckled with a smile. "Yeah, you're right." He admitted his worry awya that was put to rest easily. At her question, he'd also took that into consideration and he turned to see his whole crew had come around them. They were in their human forms. The group ranged from black haired males, to dirty blondes. The only red head was Russel and Blake saw this and he chuckled lightly to himself as he looked to his group around them. Zack's brother and a friend were hauling him over and Blake grinned, asking. "You doin' alright?" He questioned him and the two male's took hands and roughly greeted each other, before they parted, Zack answering. "I'm alright, but Rus.. is it? He looked to her and gave her a weak grin, the same yellow eyes were looking at her. "Thanks." He tipped his head to her gratitude, before Zack's brother, Zen spoke. "We're all right. We're gunna take stich here back home and Marcus too." Blake gace them a nod and he smiled to the now human female appearing medicen wolf who approached him with a smile. She had black long tumbling hair with a dark green gaze as she approached him and laid her hands on his arms that he noded to her in approval. All they needed was gentle touch up and they'd be set. Two members hauled Marcus off who saluted Blake with tww fingers from his forehead with a smirk. She's a keeper." One of the male's of the group said passing by him, with a teasing wink as Zen smirked. "You don't gotta comr with us. We've got it for here, but y'know what gat tomorrah, right?" He quesitoned as they walked on. Blake scoffed and laughed. "Yeah, I kow all about it. Get on outa' here, before I make a chew toy outa' you." He threateded roughly to them as Monica finished up and dipped her head to him and to Russel with a shy expressoin, before she jogged after the group. Zen sneered. "Ight lover boy!" He tossed that at him as they lowered into the meadows below and Blake laughed with a head shake. "I'll get em' for that."

He snorted a shook his head and turned to Russel with a toothy grin as he slicked his hair back with his fingers and lowered his arms to hs side that were no longer bleeding nor open. He stuck his hands into his pockets and lightyl kicked his leg up and looked at her. He couldn't keep a grin off his face, being around his pakc mate's who had been picking on him about being with a female. "They're always harpin' on someone." He shook his head again with a softer chuckle. "Well, if they didn't pick on you, they wouldn't love you." He chuckled and then sighed as he glanced back the way they came and back to her, once again in silence for her to speak, if she would.

[maxlet]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

She noted each pack member as they neared in their human forms. Their eyes were the easiest way for her to distinguish who was who. She saw the male she had gone to being helped over and found herself meeting his yellow eyes. She smiled softly and dipped her head back. "Don't worry about it. Just make sure to take care of yourself." The boy with obvious relation to her male, Zack, spoke up next to say they were all fine but heading home. The next important one she saw was the only other female, and the medicine wolf. Like she had before, she laid her hands over Blake and healed his cuts with ease. At least, what appeared to be ease. Marcus, the other fallen wolf, was also being carried off. Zen had said he was going home with them. His two finger salute tugged another smile from her. She was glad to see them both doing so well. The "keeper" comment stole her smile. She glanced swiftly to the males, her lips parted in a slight jaw drop. Heat began to rise to her cheeks, but she fought it even under the cover of the night. Shutting her mouth and swallowing, she looked back to Blake and the female. She was done and dipping her head to them both. Rue dipped her head back before catching another comment from one of the males. The heat rose. She couldn't keep the blush from creeping up her cheeks. Oh bother.

Blake's promise to get them for their comments sounded less sincere with his laugh. Though, she knew if she weren't so flustered by it she would be laughing too. Looking away from them and back to him, she saw his wide toothed grin. Them always picking on someone was believable. It was how most things went with large groups of males. It could happen with females, but they were more liable to gossip than joke. "Then they must love you a lot, huh." She looked up and shared his smile. The blush had left her quickly. Arms still around her chest and waist she glanced around them. Part of her wanted to go back home, but then again she wasn't sure what to do. Her appetite had once again left her. "What do we do from here?" She kept her face lifted and studied his face.

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Blake was unable to see Russel's flustering face as he battled his gang with combacks, but in the end, He lost that battle and he shook his head, looking to her. Sharing their smile, he relaxed and sighed heavily. "Yep, gotta love em'." He studied her and tilted his head. He'd forgotten about the food they were preparing, before they were called away to a mission. He centered his head again and shrugged. He glanced down at himself and he just noticed she was only in her sport bra. Her arched a brow at her and met her gaze again. "How about we head back and do another presto-change'o?" He asked with light frin that dwindeled on his lips as he leaned his head to the side, waiting for her reply.

[maxlet]

| Russel Eaton |
: Rue - Werewolf - 17 :

Changing. Hallelujah. She nodded swiftly and let a crooked smile tug at her lips. "Changing sounds like a good place to start." She left her arms around herself, and stride over to where her bloodied shirt laid. Stooping, she clutched in one hand and let it hand at her side. One hand would have to cover. She looked up at him, but stepped in the direction that would lead back to her house. She paused and waited for him to move to her side before continuing on her way. The moment he realized her condition hadn't been as awkward as she assumened it would have been and she was glad for that. After all, it still covered more than a bathing suit would have. As she walked she kept her head down. Her eyes watched the ground and looked firbtraces of anyone coming this way. Lifting her head and turning to him, she decided on asking. "Blake, do demons track their prey?" She hated the idea of that thing, let alone any thing, hunting her. Depending on his answer she would take a course of action. Though, not much could be done if they did. She would just end up more papranoid.

[Haze-L-Kitten]

Blake had come to notice that she as down to her sports bra and her regular bottmos that wereunscaved unlike his rags her wore for clothing. As she made a quick dart. He walked up beside her with a chuckle and he kep his eyes ahead. His hands rested in the front pockets of the unrecognizable pair of white jeans he wore, which were more like a Mudd brand; Literally. A her question, his eyes moved to her in a glance, before he took to thought. It had beem odd for a demon to only pick out a femal half-breed-- Unless they were hunted for thier taste. He then realized that that back there wasn't a freak event, but a hunt that was stopped. He looked at her and answered. "Yes, they do." Demon's rather exsecuted their prey quickly depnding on their lack of it. Rooster's gang was known for makingt their victums suffer, before being devowered or they were finsihed quickly. He studied Russel for her reaction, knowingly now why she had asked.

[meijhana]

Hazle:: I snickered at him and shook my head. "No thanks. I'll pass." I said with a playful smile and titl of my head as I giggled softly. Honestly, If I tried. It'd be one in a million chances for me to get the ben the first time around. It'd take me who knows how long to actually swish it in, but that was for another time. Maybe to be laid out on the court. But, for now we were inside. Grinning at him, I nodded to him as I approached him and let my eyes glide over the wound that was stabilizing. The one on my wrist, I'd nearly forgotten again and I glanced to it and smiled, before looking back to him and streaching out the bangade infront of myself. "Alright, prepare to be mummified again." I teased him with a light giggle.

Tobias
Tobias grinned at her coy refusal. As she approached him, he glanced down at her wrist, seeing the mostly healed wound that had seemed so much more serious the night before. He was glad that he had been able to help somewhat even in his less than perfect condition. When she asked him if he was ready to be "mummified" again, he rolled his eyes, snickering slightly. "If you insist," he grumbled, slightly put out by the fact that he would be bandaged once more. It did indeed feel like he was mummified at times, but he was hoping Hazle wouldn't go too crazy. ((Dang...Major Writer's Block today...))