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[amarok.]

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Adam
Emmelene scowled. She barely level with his shoulder, but that didn’t stop her folding her arms across her chest and adopting the sassiest stance she knew. “Yeah, whatever. You say that now but nobody’s going to deliver on that! Come on! Seriously?”
She coughed, clearing the remaining dust from her lungs, and followed him into the kitchen, perching neatly on one of the bar stools and crossing her left leg over her right. She didn’t drink coffee, so she left it untouched on the side table. It seemed like the entire pack ran on the stuff, though she’d of course be the first to acknowledge that most of them really needed it, and frankly she didn’t want to end up dependent on it, too. It wasn’t as if it tasted good, anyway. Maybe she had some of her pink lemonade in the fridge. She half-rose to take a look, quickly returning to her seat when she noticed Adam’s gaze on her.
“And I heard everything. Just so we’re clear. Don’t even try to worm your way out of it. Okay. I’m not eighteen. I’m a whole three months away. But I’m sick and tired of being booted out whenever anything interesting is going on. I’m tougher than I look but I’m still treated like some kind of frigging glass doll!”
She coughed into a fist again.
“Skylar was fighting with the pack by the time she was fifteen, Adam! Blair was sixteen! Olly was sixteen, too! But just because I’m “small” and my mom got murdered, I’m resigned to sitting in a spare bedroom well out of the way and waiting for the all clear before I can go back to lugging supplies around, oh joy, on the pack’s behalf?”
Having risen to raid the fridge halfway through the tirade, she finally found a bottle of her lemonade and opened it, returning to her perch to sip at it and glare at the new alpha over the top. She'd been bottling that up for over a year, and venting it to somebody other than Blair or her Dad felt good. But her hands were still shaking as she sipped her beverage.

Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Kat, D'Arc
The question was, could the truck drag it out of the way? The best course of option would have been to cut up the trunk and roll the separate sections out of the way, one by one. But - for all the sniping gear the operative carried around, in addition to the combat gear he carried for D'Arc and Kat in the back - he didn't happen to carry a chainsaw. What good was a chainsaw to him on a day to day basis? Plan B, Phase One was to put a rope around the top end of the tree, near the sparse crown, and try to drag it sideways. With a sigh, and a glance at his watch, he resolved that the only way to know was to try.
He let out an exasperated sigh that was almost worthy of D'Arc himself. "This might take a while, guys. Hang on."

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Mark, Aspat

xxxxDanny took the peroxide without a word, merely shooting Aspat a sharp glance at his outburst. "I'm a medic, not a mind reader." he explained calmly, quietly. "Sometimes I can't be so sure about the location of my patient's wounds when they're covered in blood." Opening the peroxide bottle carefully, he poured it onto a rag that he pulled out of his pocket. In most cases he would try to do this in a more sanitary manner, but? At this point? He wasn't sure if anyone would allow him to bring a fully capable Aspat up to the main house. Not right now, at least. Once he was done with the pouring, he put the rag next to the bottle and held them both in one hand. "Your family must have been pretty renowned hunters to get attacked by one of the wolves. What were their names?" he questioned offhandedly, absently moving his bandages into his pocket and holding the rag and bottle in one hand.
xxxxHe adjusted his glasses with his free, clean hand, eyes scanning Aspat. Why did he have plaster on his arm? Did he actually think it would help him that much? Maybe; but it was a temporary solution. At the end of the line, the removal of the plaster would be the most painful process. Clicking his teeth gently, he wobbled down to a squatting position in front of Aspat, eyeing the other man with some deep curiosity. He started at Aspat's face before moving down to his arm, eyes scanning the red-once-white plaster. He let out a soft hum, tentatively reaching a hand forward slowly, eyes switching between his hand and Aspat's face all the while. Danny touched the plaster with care, eyes narrowing at the rough, awkward texture. He had to get this layer of plaster off before he could start cleaning anything. Moving the peroxide-rag to settle on his knee and the bottle on the ground. "Would it be alright for me to peel the plaster off? I'll need to do that to get to your cuts underneath."

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Danny, Mark|☆

Aspat listened to him. "Renowned?" He said with a small laugh. "My family are the hunters." He said with a smile but it soon fell. "We were hunters." He said,pursing his lips.

"Rosalind and Jakob Hawking. I never knew my mother." He said quietly, his voice soft and full of some kind if affection, "My dad was a mean old drunk but he was a good, kind man and my dad, y'know. He raised me to kill werewolves and lost his life to one." He added.

Aspat watched him come closer and he studied the male. He looked safe and kind - his glasses reminded him of pictures of his father when he was this age. Beyond his looks, Danny sounded nice becuase he spoke gently and about mundane things, averting the attention from their differences. However, there were new things Aspat noticed: Danny smelt safe. Aspat wasn't sure what 'safe' smelt like but Danny sure smelt safe.

"You can take it off. I had my wrist shatter falling off-" he stopped hinself, he should tell the truth. "One of your females bit me after I killed that girl. She really crunched down." He explained.

For some reason, Aspat suddenly felt a hint of remorse rise at the back of his mind. He'd killed a child. Aspat had been raised to he heartless and the kill without question, be a good soldier, but a child? He didn't know why he'd done it.

"Did she have a family?" He asked in a hushed tone. "The little girl that I killed, did she have a family?"

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: Blair, The Blades in the forest|☆

Emery stood his ground by the car before shifting woth ease into his wolf form. He watched Blair go and let out a gruff sigh of relief - she was safe. He then turned to where he presumed the cars to be, flared his nostrils and followed the acrid stench of man and machine.

The greying black wolf charged into the forest,his whitening muzzle raised slightly in the air to drink in the scents his was following. They gave off the terribly strong smell of guns and cars, basically like a magnet to everything that wanted to kill them - including Emery.

It didn't take long for him to spot them. The giant wolf took no time in hiding as he came put into the small clearing in front of them. His tail swept across his hind legs in a gentle motion but his head was lowered and his lips pulled back in a snarl. His scarred body rippled with hidden muscle as he got ready for anything they might throw at him.

*Coming Soon*
☆|Tyler Austin|☆|Male|☆
☆|Mark is his man|☆|Human|☆|Professional Prescious boy|☆
☆|Tags: N/A|☆

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} D'arc, Blair, Emery { Crush } open

As D'arc unloaded himself from the offed truck i did the same though i'd be lying if i had said i wasn't keeping an eye on him from my position. Listening as he spoke of yet another of our downed members names i let a breath out my nose, setting my bag on the seat i was just in and grabbing out the nessessities mostly my phone and a second firearm which i tucked both into my various pockets upon my person ensuring i had both loaded before shutting the door and rounding the truck to his side where i took the silvers gratefully nodding in understanding before rising a brow at his next words "If getting shot was something you enjoyed i'd be concerned sir" I commented before rising my hands in a defense stance making it clear as day i was just messing with the man before ensuring the guns were loaded again not wanting to wait till they had - which i hoped they wouldn't - to be used and glanced back to the leader in confirmation about to adress him again before being cut off, this time not by the mans firm words but rather the sound of foot steps on the forest ground though these ones however seemed to be heading the opposite direction causing my brows to fur as i continued to stare in the direction they were retreating shrugging it off or at least pushing the gut churning feeling aside as they died down, apparently a large mistake as nearly as soon as they faded new ones sounded these ones closer - much closer. Head snapping in the direction i hoped was just a cruel mind game i looked back to D'arc silently perhaps if we were silent the being would move on - rookie mistake, as the sound of rustling leaves filled the tense air i instantly placed my hand on one of the firearms passing the other to Rian and finally pulling it as we were cursedly faced with another massive beast this one however looked different, regal almost, could we ever catch a dam break?.

↩ 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓮 ↪

{ Species } Werewolf { Role } Fighter { Tags } Anyone at the pack house { Crush } Open
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The whole sudden outburst from the sassy teen caught me wildly off guard, something that likely showed as my gaze focused in on only her over the rim of my cup as i took a drink of the hot liquid, resting the mug on my leg as i studded her watching her hands flail wildly in the air as she expressed her emotions i only looked down to glance into the black abyss as she continued on, wincing slightly as her voice grew louder even with the caffeinated beverage the stabbing stress endued headache only egged on by the lack of sleep it didn't help. I finally looked back to the clearly upset girl as she began listening off the names and ages of some of the best fighters we'd ever had, nodding in acknowledgement as my mind raced for something, anything to say to give emmy comfort i figured pointing out how many times we saved her hide wasn't going to do that so i settled on finally rising and walking over to her, leaning on the counter she was sitting at and exhaling heavily "Alright emmy, okay" I said trying to get the girl to at least breathe before continuing, one hand holding my up as it pressed against the stone cold slab "I'll tell you what i'll see what i can do alright?" I assured with a risen brow gaze dropping down to her shaking hands as i saw the illness inducing sugary drink sloshing within its plastic container and took the beverage, perfecting not to be covered in the substance and set it on the counter beside her before crouching beside her so i wasn't actually looking down at her "if this is really what you want to do, if you really think you can be a fighter - a killer i will teach you Kay?" i offered honestly i saw where the packs worries laid with her but i also didn't see where sheltering her would come in handy especially not with the others dropping like flies however before she could say anything i quickly continued holding her hands in mine to ensure i had her attention as my expression now grew deathly serious tone more so then it had before as i was comforting her "With that said, do not rush into it and try to be as good as any of them one day you will be, i don't doubt it but. Rushing into it isn't going to help if it doesn't get you killed first" I finished, standing back up and letting my arms cross over my chest the wounds still sore but greatly better as i often forgot about them, waiting for my words to sink in, and her response i walked back to my own spot and took a drink of my own beverage unknowing of the situation racing towards us

[amarok.]

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Adam, Beta's House.
Emmelene sighed. Not a downright dismissal, at least. But the label “killer” ruffled her feathers and, had Adam not already taken her drink, she might just have slammed it down on the table, as unladylike as it was. My point is that I just want to get out there and do something. Now. I’m sick of this. The brief memory of her mother's body, broken and bloodied on the ground, had her squeezing her eyes tightly shut. More recent deaths. Finding her hunting partner dead in the snow a week ago. Being told that the alphas - her second parents, who she'd loved almost as much as her first - were dead, too. They'd lost so many wolves over the years. She didn't care that their casualty count, despite being as long as her arm, was well below the national average. Her family had already been torn apart, and she was sick of seeing everybody else's falling to pieces, too. She wanted to do something. Something more than just lugging around ammunition and boxes of canned goods, or industrial sized bags of kibble for the hunting dogs. Sure, it was important; she knew that. But that wasn't going to make much difference to the hunters and rogue wolves on their back. Why the heck do you think I’m now ranting to you, of all people?
Emmelene took a deep breath, counted to ten. Regained her calm. She gritted her teeth and reined in a little tighter, sitting fully upright on her perch as she had done moments ago, with her hands folded neatly in her lap and her eyes to the floor. Non-confrontational. A change in tactic.
“I know, I know. I wouldn’t expect to be as good as of them, anyway, Adam. Ever. I’ve seen them on the battlefield.” She frowned. “I’d have to use an entirely different kind of tactic, anyway. I’m not sure if you could even compare me to them. Like top trump cards, you know? Different stats. Different strengths. We know that.”
She frowned at the dorkish reference, but refrained from trying to correct it, or clarify her point. It wouldn’t do much good at this point, she could see. She knew when she’d gotten herself the best deal she could, and on second thoughts she’d take it. Adam hadn’t ever gone back on his word, as far as she knew. She trusted him. He’d stayed in Jasper, after all. By definition, surely that meant he could be trusted?
“But OK. Sure. Thanks.”
She took back her lemonade, but suddenly didn't want it anymore. With a sigh, she screwed the cap back on and returned it to the undersized fridge. Another deep breath as she carefully thoguht through what she was about to say, meticulously tweaking the words into a perfect form and order.
"And my other point. I heard everything, but just in case I didn't, explain." She made a delicate waving gesture. "From the start. What's going on here? What's going on with Miss Aleksandrsen, what's going on with you, what's going on with Mark and especially what's going on with the hunter in the basement. You did say to ask any of these burning questions I have, you know. I'm holding you to it. Make no mistake about that."

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Emery, Kat
He picked up on the presence almost immediately, spinning around in a split second and barking in warning, lunging forward half a step in an attempt to put himself between his troop and the oncoming beast barely seconds away. A good thing they'd been on high alert. And a good thing that these mutts were so large; at least, it made them harder to miss. But, heck, it wasn’t even trying to be stealthy from the look of things. Either crazy or under the assumption it was a fair match; in both cases, a reason for concern.
Raising one arm to shoulder height and launching into a series of rapid-fire SWAT hand signals, he directed Kat backwards and away, to the other side of the vehicle. Then, with some vague urgency, for her to cover him. His life, he knew, now depended on it.
His mind whirred and clicked through a hastily-formed battle strategy. His specialty. If there was some distance between them, it'd be much harder for the monster to savage them both. At least one of them would be able to use their pistols.
To the monstrous wolf, he just levelled the modified Glock, shifting his legs to evenly distribute his weight and balance, narrowed his eyes and, in a loud but calm voice, barked a sharp order.
“Freeze, or we fire!”
It was heavy, and well-muscled. From what they’d seen from the other two abnormal they’d encountered, probably fast, too. He kept his face as neutral as possible, exuding confidence, as he continued to size up the hostile, but he couldn’t help but give a pained sigh.
That damn man Ford never was around they needed him.

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Mark, Aspat

xxxxThe sound of approval was the only thing he needed before he started to work on gently peeling the plaster off. Danny switched between watching Aspat for any facial reaction and peeling the stained, hardened mold. "I see. It's hard for me to not understand where you're coming from, being a hunter." he chirped out softly, catching onto the lowered tone of Aspat's voice when he talked about his parents. It wasn't like Danny had an unnatural blood lust for the hunters; he figured there were probably reasons that they hunted werewolves. Perhaps they were scared, or had bad experience with the wolves; it only takes one bad apple to spoil the basket.
The mold was coming off relatively quickly, chipping off with Danny carefully picking at the edges. The medic tuned into what Aspat was saying, and then what he asked. He paused for a moment, staring at Aspat's arm as he recalled who had been outed recently. Blake? Blake was the youngest of the group, from what he could recall. He didn't imagine that Aspat was trying to be sarcastic by calling one of the older females a little girl. Clicking his tongue, he nodded and looked at Aspat in the face. "Her name was Blake, Blake Hutcherson. She came to live with her uncle in the pack, his name was Benji." Danny paused for a moment, shifting on his heels to get into a more comfortable squatting position. "The only family she had was Benji and the pack." he said quietly, taking the emotion out of his voice as to not trigger something inside Aspat. Nobody could deny their own emotions, even if they didn't show it outwardly. He had some impression that Aspat felt more remorseful than what he was willing to show.
It wasn't the medic's business to pry out the hunter's emotions, anyhow. He was here to heal and help, not exploit. Speaking of which, Danny looked at Aspat's arm that he was now delicately holding in his hand. There were still specks and bits of the mold stuck to Aspat's skin, otherwise his arm had been freed of the white plaster. With a happy smile, the medic looked up at Aspat with some newfound vigor; time to actually help. "The plaster is off now, so I'm going to start cleaning it with the rag now. Afterwards I'll bandage it up and, if you want, I could even let you have my jacket to use as a cast? I don't want you putting too much pressure on your wrist or that arm right now."

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Danny, Mark|☆

Aspat watched him work. He winced slightly as the freshly molded plaster waxed his arm. He wasn't one to admit it, but he cpuld walk off a bullet wound but waxing stung like a son of a-

Despite hyperbolic agony, Aspat let his mind merely wonder to no less than the last 24 hours. His day had started like any other: waking up on his cabin, readying his stuff before going into town to get supplies. He recalled thinking about the death of the two presumed werewolves - possibly alphas - and wondering whether he had some competition. He remembered returning home before hearing cars heading into the forest. Those cars....He still didn't know who they were or why they were here but he had followed them. That was when he had heard that girl: Blake. He'd killed a child in cold blood but not without consequence. It was those cars that had set it all in motion. Next came some teenage girl who had bit him and shattered his forearm sending him crawling to the hospital.

Aspat heard Danny speak but he was too engrossed in thinking about his rollercoaster of a day.

After the hospital he had gone for a meal and met her: Alexa... Those precious minutes were faded and distant but he remembered her face still. Alexa had been so special and unique but then it hit him. He hadn't noticed it before - God how could he be so stupid. She was a werewolf. Of course!

But what happened after that? It was fuzzy yet he remembered a sickening fever and dizziness then blood on his hands and some guy at his feet. The medic. He remembered blacking out and then here he was, behind bars being healed by werewolves. What the hell.

Aspat thought it best not to mention his most recent kill, perhaps Danny didn't know, hopefully he would never know it was him.

"That would be great." He answered, his mind coming back to the present when Danny spoke. "Thank you." He added.

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: The Blades in the forest|☆

Emery didn't know what he had expected but he sure as Hell had not thought this through. Guns are long range whereas claws are short range. Perhaps he could rely on his terribly perfected sarcasm to win this one for him.

Despite his realisation in the likelihood of him quote possibly dying, Emery stood his ground, ignoring the gruff command from the human: what right did this infidel have to give him orders?

The large, black wolf let what appeared to he a smirk pass across his whitening muzzle. His scarred shoulders lowered his front half into a play bow and his tail curled over his back into a wag.

It was not his intention to win with the power of caninine cuteness but it would definitely be a bonus if he did. No matter what, he just hoped that Blair was alright and whatever these imperfect imbeciles throigh at him, he would defend his pack and his daughter. No matter what.

Thoughts were racong through his head so fast he cpuld hardly tell what was in his imagination and what was before him. The glaring glint of the closest barbarian's barrel stared him in the eye like an evil sun. He was ready for it to come, he was sure he could just walk it off, what's one more scar? As long as he was alive his pack was safe and as long as that gun remains unfired, his survival rate remains slightly increased.

Perhaps he should attack. Perhaps he should jist wait. Either way, he wasn't going to make the first move. He'd taken his position, and so it seemed had they.

*Coming Soon*
☆|Tyler Austin|☆|Male|☆
☆|Mark is his man|☆|Human|☆|Professional Prescious boy|☆
☆|Tags: N/A|☆

[Crono]

Mark Holloway ~ Male ~ Thirty-Three ~ Werewolf ~ Loner/Former-Beta
Location: Basement ~ Tags: Danny, Aspat

At least he put that to rest, that the Hawking's had no part in Greg's death. Aspat was naive if he thought his family were the only ones on the world that hunted Werewolves. Mark kept an eye on the younger man as he mentioned his father being killed by a Werewolf. What did he expect? To keep killing and hunting their kind and not eventually slip up? Mark felt for Aspat on some level, never wanting to be the type of man that wanted to feel this way about any family, yet he couldn't help but feel like the older Asping got what he deserved. Or at the very least reaped what he sowed. And to bring his own family into the business of killing, and put them at risk. Mark didn't understand it, he never would.

The man had remained quiet until Blake had been brought up, he couldn't prevent his body from tensing. From wanting to yell at this young hunter who sought to rub the salt in their wounds. Mark had been just about to do this but Danny's words came out first, far to calm and emotionless for his comfort. But he knew why, he understood that the medic was keeping himself in check to do his job. Mark wished he could, he did. But after being away from the pack for so long and worrying, only to have his worries come to fruition...he just couldn't keep his mouth shut. "Of course she had family, we were her family. After her parents were killed, her uncle was the only blood relative she had left but the pack looks after their own!" His mouth shut immediately after speaking, with the realization because of the irony of his words compared to his own situation of having left.

Mark would have walked off if not for the current situation and his responsibility to see it through. Instead his grip tightened on the bar of the cage, taking a breath to try and calm the frustration. He remembered Blake's parents, they alongside Benji had been among those in the pack Mark had grown up with. That they had followed he and Greg when they split from the original pack.

[amarok.]

Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags: this damn tree, Kat, D'Arc
The Ford Ranger's engine groaned, but the tree wasn't going anywhere. The ex-marine swore and ran a hand through his short mop of hair, squeezing his eyes shut. There was nothing left for it. He would have to go around.
Theo pulled up the mental map he had of the area. There was little to no functioning road network in these parts, aside fom the main highways and byways. But he was sure there was a few dirt tracks that headed vaguely where he wanted to go. They just wouldn't get him there anytime soon. That was the problem.
It'd be quicker to follow on foot. But D'Arc and Katrine needed the equipment he had boxed in the backseat.
Was the equipment any good if he was too late, though?
He was used to tough decisions. So it took him less than a few heartbeats to make up his mind and return to the truck. He'd try his luck following up the other road. And to hell with the speed limit.

[amarok.]

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Beta's property, open
It took her less than five minutes to reach Skylar Aleksandrsen's property line and cross it, leaping the wire fence at that point in a wobbly bound and plunging forward at a more sustained pace, ears up and nose raised, giving out a warning howl whenever she could find the spare breath to do so. Leaves left over from fall, an eternity away, weighed each step down, squelching unplesantly underfoot. And the sun, now at its very peak, sliced through the dense trees at intervals, the sudden flash of light in the dark blinding her almost completely at times.
The distance was already taking its toll - she was a sprinter, not a runner - and her sides were heaving, but she persevered regardless, despite the rising lightheadedness and the dull ache in her leg left by the hunter's blade.
Nobody answered the muted howls. Or, if they did, she couldn't hear them. She knew she was attracting undue attention. But all she could think about was the way she had run away, again. Not for the first time and definitely not the last. Leaving the guy she often thought of as a second father alone to face the people who, quite possibly, would get the better of him this time. A week ago, she wouldn't have thought such people existed. What had happened to the beta, though, proved her violently wrong.
By the time she reached the sprawling building, less than ten minutes later, she was staggering. Almost too tired to shift. When the grinding of bones finally faded, she slumped against a tree, exhausted, and tried to muster the energy to make those final steps. For the second time in twenty four hours, she was standing on the doorstep, shivering and shaking and desperately hoping that somebody braver than she was home.