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[Sleeping With Issues]

Alexa Katia Blake
19
bisexual
hunter
tags;open
crush/mate; open

Alexa nods, "I'll do that," she looks down to her empty bowl, "It was good, I felt like I hadn't had a meal in ages," Alexa notes he was almost done with his food and a contemplating look comes over her face, "If you'd like we can go to the part for a while when you finish, I heard they have good hiking trails. Good for digestion." Alexa winks her eyes twinkling with playfulness, she was itching to get out of the civilized building anyways or she swore her wolf would bust out a the trapped feeling.

Luka Adam Blake
19
bisexual
healer/medic
tags; Jason, Mark
crush/mate; open

Luka notices the bleeding and shakes his head, "I'll stitch that up real quick," He quicly goes to grab the stitch self dissolving string and the needles they kept for this reason and calmly walks back starting on the stitching. He knew it would hurt bur he also knew Mark would be able to handle it, "We don't know if they we're hunters or not, I guess she got the scent from the wolves that have been murdered lately but none of us really know. I'd assume they we're hunters since they shot her with a silver bullet, they're not easy to get if you're not one." he sighs his next question surprising him, "Did she at least hit one of them?" Marks next question surprised him and he shakes his head, "No we haven't replaced Greg yet. We're looking for a new leader now Alexa and a few others are in the run right now but since his death we've been running on Skylar's commands." [/quote]

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} Alistair. D'arc { Crush } open

As soon as D'arcs voice, surprisingly stead announced he was unsure about the conditions of our team member i lifted my gaze to meet his with a unsure look i glanced back over to the unconcious male in the passenger seat, subconsiously reaching over to check for a pulse, which was faint but still there. Closing my eyes momentarily i sucked in a breath before letting it out, knowing well being all over the place wouldn't be helpful in the least. Reopening my eyes just as i heard his order to put my seat belt on i waited a moment, debating on if i wanted to oblige or remain beside the downed agent, finally deciding it wasn't the best time to go against him i sat back and grabbed the fabric safety strap before clicking it into the little box/ Now secure i looked back up at D'arc before changing my attention towards the scenery of acres of forestry we were passing, arm on the small section of door by the window and cheek resting on that, i wasn't honestly observing the endless nature we were passing but thinking, that was all i could do as my mind seemed to go a million miles a minute, who the hell was that guy? had werewolves been around this whole time? how did they remain hidden?. Feeling the presance of D'arcs eyes i looked back up and met his gaze with my own through the rear-view mirror, remaining silent for a few moments before sighing softly and running a hand through my hair, we both portrayed the same message, D'arc tried to be brave he always had but after awhile of working with him i've gained the ability to see straight through it,Silently i nodded as i lightly bit my lip "i know" I simply said before thinking for a minute more "we're going to get that bastard, and Ali is going to be fine, kay?" I called up to him, my voice not holding its usual fiery sass but rather a soft, gentle tone as i held the eye contact for a little longer until looking back out the window, one arm never leaving my own injuries.

↩ 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓮 ↪

{ Species } Werewolf { Role } Fighter { Tags } Saturn { Crush } Open
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The words of the former beta were likely more amusing then they should have been, perhaps the days events were catching up and making me insane, or perhaps the wolf within was looking for any reason to come out, who knew whatever reason it earned a scoff from me as i shook my head "Heh" I mused as i licked my lips and looked at the ground shaking my head as i began to speak once more "Your right, you shouldn't be here" I agreed as i looked back up at the still shaking male, stone cold glare still evident as i crossed my arms over my chest But yet, here you are playing the knight in shining armor the day of the memorial sorta ironic, ain't it?" I snapped in a painfully even tone.
Raising a brow i should my head again as i licked my overly dry lips once more as i looked out the window, though it didn't last long for as soon as i heard the monitor chiming, indicating skylers heartbeat was dangeriously low my head snapped over to her and the male caring for her, staring wordlessly until he got it back up. Then looking to the door as i saw emmy come in i exhaled a sigh jaw still clenched as i walked back to the bed i was assigned with faint grunts, reaching the uncomfortable matress i picked up my jacket set on leaving though i kept looking back to the unconscious beta, heavily debating leaving her, or joining beside her.

[amarok.]

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Operative I Tag; Kat
"I'm more interested in that girl who shot us," D'Arc replied grimly, too nervous to take his eyes off of the road in the icy conditions but concerned enough about his teammate to reach back and offer a hand for her to take.
"If she can nearly kill two of us in the weather, then she's good. Not a patch on us, let alone Goof Street, but definitely good for a civilian. She's been trained. That means there's probably more like her, and despite the fact that they wouldn't send anybody but one of their best against us on their own, in all likelihood some of the others are just as good if not better. And what bothers me the most is how they knew we were a threat with enough certainty to try to pick us off, or are reckless enough to try without knowing the facts. We're in civilian clothing, in civilian vehicles."
He shook his head and sighed weakly. Not defeated, but far angrier than he'd ever let on.
"But you, you know what? We've learned. They can shift at will. They clearly do have both heightened senses and a greater size than a true wolf. They're faster than the average wolf. And silver bullets are effective."
He paused.
"And you got that guy's license plate, right? We can get the Intel boys to run that, and let them know that one of our targets escaped with serious injuries caused by silver bullets. You remember exactly if and where you hit her? We can give the feds the details and have them keep an eye on statewide hospital admissions and police callouts. The moment she goes for help, or somebody finds her collapsed and calls help for her, we move in, verify we've got the right one and arrest her. I'm sure the science boys would like to meet her. I know I'd certainly like to have a word in her ear."

Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Aurora
The last assault finally brought him down. Boots slipping on the snow the skirmish had compacted into ice, he went down with a thud and knew, in that moment, he was going to die.
Teddy tried to think what D'Arc would do in this situation, but his brain wouldn't function. He couldn't take his eyes off the beast's bared teeth as he frantically tried to scramble backwards.
He wouldn't let himself get into a situation like this to start with, that's what!
He could kill a running man from two miles away, hack his way into strong security systems and even drive a tank, but wasn't trained to fight a slavering mutt the size of a small bear. They'd been sent in by a panicking government, and they hadn't been properly briefed at all. Just handed a million-dollar stock pile of equipment created on the basis that most legends stemmed from a truth and thrown into the arena. Well, now they were paying the price.
Trembling, he raised the knife and leaned back against the truck, aware of the cold breeze caressing his now-exposed lower face and throat. His visor had fogged up. He fumbled to push it up onto his helmet's brim, but his fingers were numb despite the gloves.
With any luck, he wouldn't feel much when it decided to finish toying with him and end it, either.
"Back off!" He spat. A futile, last ditch attempt to save himself. "My friends will be here any minute now!"

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Jason, Mark, Luka, Skylar, Adam
She rushed forward to grab the massive wolfhound, but it took every inch of her enhanced strength to force it away from its mistress and out of the infirmary. Although part of her wanted to object - she wasn't a child, even if she didn't mind being referred to as one at times, she didn't want to get caught up in that particular argument. She wouldn't choose between Adam and Mark.
Though that didn't mean she didn't want to hear what was being said.
She shoved the dog out of the door and shut it quickly, then crept into the kitchen - which, she knew, shared a wall with the infirmary - and grabbed a glass from the cupboard nearest the door.

[Crono]

Mark Holloway ~ Male ~ Thirty-Three ~ Werewolf ~ Loner/Former-Beta
Location: Skylar's Home/Living Room ~ Tags: Infirmary Crew

"Two, maybe all three of them." Mark had replied to Luka's question, all the while holding his glare on the man while his arm was getting stitched up. He'd more than expected this sort of treatment at his return, but the insinuation behind Adam's words caused a small growl to escape him."The memorial for my best friend!" Mark snapped back the potential reminder. Having no knowledge of what this man knew about him or his relationship to the previous Alpha. He grit his teeth and held his tongue until Luka was done before standing, his limbs tingling as they slowly started getting their sensation back. Then stalked stiffly from the infirmary still wrapped in the foil blanket. Jason needed to be able to work without the arguing so he'd cut it off by simply removing himself from the room. Passing by Emmelene who was trying to keep a hold of the dog along the way towards the living room where he unceremoniously dumped himself on the couch.

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Alexa|☆

Aspat smiked at that, his luos turning up at the thought of meeting her again. "Going for a walk sounds good." He smiled as he finished his meal and stood up. He smiked a thanks to their waitress as they both headed for the door.

Going for a walk in the forest sounded good but having his large assortment of weapons woukd make it better. He touched his jacket pocket to feel for his spare silver knife. The blade was hard against his fingertips and relief washed over him - at least he had protection.

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: Open|☆

A large black wolf trotted towards one of the small houses tucked away into the forest. Greying muzzle lifted to the air, the last drifts of human scent reached his nose but it was stale and no longer an immediate threat. Sensing that the threat appeared to have passed, the aged wolf shifted into a tall man with equally greying hair. His bushy brows furrowed as he dug into the pockets of his leather jacket to pick out his keys.

Emery had been lurking when strangers entered the forest but had been too late to join the fray and avoid death or, worse, capture. Emery had watched as he packmates were taken down but he couldn't risk being taken from his daughter - not before his time.

Finding his keys, Emery pulled them out by the brown rabbit's foot keyring and inserted the brass key into the lock. It clicked and he made a satisfied grunt as he pushed open the door and stepped into the warmth of his abode. He stamped his feet to remove the snow: a habit drummed into him by his late-wife, Jess.

Emery kicked off the logger boots and padded into the kitchen, took a beer from the fridge before slumping into his chair. He glanced at the phone as if expecting a call from someone. He wanted to know what was going on but daren't go over and be cursed with the image if bloodied pack members that always rembered him of the haunting image of his wife dead in the grass.

[Sleeping With Issues]

Alexa Katia Blake
19
bisexual
hunter
tags;open
crush/mate; open

Alexa smiles and nods, she decided at that moment she liked his smile, it was the first time she had really seen if since she met him, "good,"she says standing quickly and doing a little excited fast walk that resembled a dance out of the cafe and down the street. The tall huntress had forgotten how fast she was able to move and smiles sheepishly back at Aspat, "sorry I forget I should walk too fast when other people are around," at least, people who weren't her pack she reaches the park rather quickly and heads toward the treeline of the woods not taking notice of his weapon check, "You'll have to excuse me I feel more at home in the forest than in a cramped cafe." the sight of the trees seemed to make her glow with excitement.

Luka Adam Blake
19
bisexual
healer/medic
tags; Jason, Mark
crush/mate; open

[/quote]

Luka nods, "good its only the beginning of the hell they're going to get for what they've done," Luka turns at the mention of the memorial by Adam he was disrespecting the former beta and the alpha all at once, the arrogance of it not making Luka happy, "Learn some respect for your fallen alpha," the words come out as a warning growl to Adam, "and do not disrespect Mark either he was once and still is important to this pack do not under mind him!"

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Alexa|☆

Aspat breathed in the fresh air as he followed her put of the cafe. She seemed to walk swiftly and effortlessly And even despite his large gate, Aspat struggled to keep up without breaking into an undignified trot.

"You're a really quick walker." He chuckled when she slowed down to walk beside him.

Before either of them knew it, they were at the park amd heading towards the treeline. They dipped into the shade of the trees and Aspat looked around curiously at the forest. He knew this led directly towards his cabin and then the houses hidden in the woods but his mind drifted from hunting to studying the female before him.

"I understand how you feel." He said softly as he came to stand beside her and looked down as the forest fell away as a slope dipped towards a small lake at the edge of the park.

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: Open|☆

A large black wolf trotted towards one of the small houses tucked away into the forest. Greying muzzle lifted to the air, the last drifts of human scent reached his nose but it was stale and no longer an immediate threat. Sensing that the threat appeared to have passed, the aged wolf shifted into a tall man with equally greying hair. His bushy brows furrowed as he dug into the pockets of his leather jacket to pick out his keys.

Emery had been lurking when strangers entered the forest but had been too late to join the fray and avoid death or, worse, capture. Emery had watched as he packmates were taken down but he couldn't risk being taken from his daughter - not before his time.

Finding his keys, Emery pulled them out by the brown rabbit's foot keyring and inserted the brass key into the lock. It clicked and he made a satisfied grunt as he pushed open the door and stepped into the warmth of his abode. He stamped his feet to remove the snow: a habit drummed into him by his late-wife, Jess.

Emery kicked off the logger boots and padded into the kitchen, took a beer from the fridge before slumping into his chair. He glanced at the phone as if expecting a call from someone. He wanted to know what was going on but daren't go over and be cursed with the image if bloodied pack members that always rembered him of the haunting image of his wife dead in the grass.

[hellb0und]

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name. // aurora lane. x ➴ x gender. // female. x ➴ x species. // werewolf x ➴ x rank // fighter. x ➴ x tags. // theo.
“𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.”

Friends? What a funny word... I ran my tongue along my incisors, bloodhungry. The pearly whites had already been stained a dull crimson, not fully withholding the normal, usual color. Now I had him cornered, with more than a few good hits, and he was trembling. Petrified. I could practically smell the fear resonating off him. I didn't care if his little gang was coming, I'd take them down with him. I could do what my parents had failed. Taking down a whole group of hunters. This was what I was trained for, spent my life doing. Sparring and fighting. Incorporating my fiery temper and thirst for blood into each battle. The thrill of the kill. Matter of fact, bring the whole government here. I'll show them just who we are, and what we can do. A pernicious bellow escaped my lips with an air of superiority. I apprehensively shifted my gaze from him, looking around so as to check for hunters who were very possibly hiding in the bushes. I didn't know how the lot of them would show up, and a surprise attack was very possible. Then the thought of him driving the knife into my solar plexus struck me, and my attention was again trained on him. Eyeing his movements, hacking mercilessly with my claws at his armor, and gradually attempting to do the same with unprotected areas.

(Oof, this is bad. Sorry.)

[Sleeping With Issues]

Alexa Katia Blake
19
bisexual
hunter
tags;open
crush/mate; open

Alexa gives him a small grin at the mention of her fast walking, "yeah.." she tries to think of a way to play it of but instead just smiles it off. Alexa takes a deep inhale a happy sigh coming from her at the smell of the woods of her home, she could faintly smell home nd as much as she wanted to worry for them right now she couldn't bring herself to do it, not when she was so content where she was. Not when she had this man beside her she had a ache to be close to. Alexa angles her head toward the large pond that was nestled a bit deeper in the forest, her and the pack used to swim there before got crazy so she knew it was safe, "do you swim?" she asks a childish grin playing on her face.

Luka Adam Blake
19
bisexual
healer/medic
tags; Jason, Mark
crush/mate; open

[/quote]

Luka nods, "good its only the beginning of the hell they're going to get for what they've done," Luka turns at the mention of the memorial by Adam he was disrespecting the former beta and the alpha all at once, the arrogance of it not making Luka happy, "Learn some respect for your fallen alpha," the words come out as a warning growl to Adam, "and do not disrespect Mark either he was once and still is important to this pack do not under mind him!"[/quote]

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Alexa|☆

Aspat glanced at her. "It smells beautiful, doesn't it." He said happily.

"It smells like home." He said after a pause but he had no idea of what she smelt within the woods.

His senses of smell was limited to the smell of trees and wet dirt - the rotting forest litter. She must have smelt each item he wore, the fresh plaster and blood at his wound - she smelt beyond the forest, her real home.

Aspat didn't care about any of that: He only swore what he swore, smelt the sweet aroma of some kind of perfume she was wearing. He admired her so much and he didn't know why.

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: Open|☆

A large black wolf trotted towards one of the small houses tucked away into the forest. Greying muzzle lifted to the air, the last drifts of human scent reached his nose but it was stale and no longer an immediate threat. Sensing that the threat appeared to have passed, the aged wolf shifted into a tall man with equally greying hair. His bushy brows furrowed as he dug into the pockets of his leather jacket to pick out his keys.

Emery had been lurking when strangers entered the forest but had been too late to join the fray and avoid death or, worse, capture. Emery had watched as he packmates were taken down but he couldn't risk being taken from his daughter - not before his time.

Finding his keys, Emery pulled them out by the brown rabbit's foot keyring and inserted the brass key into the lock. It clicked and he made a satisfied grunt as he pushed open the door and stepped into the warmth of his abode. He stamped his feet to remove the snow: a habit drummed into him by his late-wife, Jess.

Emery kicked off the logger boots and padded into the kitchen, took a beer from the fridge before slumping into his chair. He glanced at the phone as if expecting a call from someone. He wanted to know what was going on but daren't go over and be cursed with the image if bloodied pack members that always rembered him of the haunting image of his wife dead in the grass.