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𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓉𝓉 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈

Werewolf /\ 22 /\ Loner /\ Tags: Emmelene

As he approached the pack wolf and the fence, the both became blurs. He paused briefly when she shrieked again, this time louder and much wilder. It was filled with anger and pain, but Scott still kept getting closer. At this point, the fence actually became so blurry, it was pretty much invisible to Scott. He had to squint in order to avoid walking right into it, but that wasn't his only problem. The red wolf on the other side of the fence saw him, and she did not sound very happy to see him. The snarl was heard loud and clear. It wasn't a surprise to him, she was wounded and he was both a stranger and a trespasser, but he needed to show her that he was anything but a threat. The only problem was that all he saw in front of him was a reddish brown blur. He immediately took several quick steps backwards, lowering his head and laying his ears back. He even tucked his tail and let out a little whimper. It was all he could do to keep him from rolling over onto his back, a behavior his birth pack taught him since he was essentially an outcast. He just hoped this pack wolf could see he was harmless, and that there weren't other pack wolves coming.

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Mark, Aspat, Aurora

xxxxThe medic was caught off guard with the scent of some other pack member barging in, his eyes flashing with some confusion up at Aspat before he was whipping his head to look behind his shoulder. He was the last to respond to her entrance and he quietly eyed the other member of the pack. It was tense and the medic could feel it; dry lightning was cracking in the room and he, personally, didn't like it. Despite the tension, the male was calm and slowly stood up from his crouch next to Aspat. With all of his equipment left on the floor, he tilted his head at Aurora and narrowed his eyes slightly. As if almost on instinct, he stepped in front of Aspat and hid as much of man he could behind his thin frame. A growl rumbled in the medic's throat, something that he didn't do often. The male learned how to control his emotions; stay stoic, show no emotion, but now he was growling.
xxxx"The gun isn't necessary." he stated softly, with a matter-of-fact tone. Danny kept his legs stiff, his eyes flashing the auburn color that they were in his secondary form. "Nobody else is getting hurt today." he added, allowing his words to drip out into the silence like a knife going through the air. Staring at Aurora in the face, he straightened himself up, still in front of Aspat, and crossed his arms over his chest with the same expression from earlier still on his face. "What are you doing down here? There is a reason that it was only Mark and myself that came down here to handle the patient." Patient was a term that he liked more than prisoner. Regardless, he didn't like the hatred that was rolling off of the female. Was there even anything to be hateful about right now?

[L U C I F E R]

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

Aspat was slightly shocked by Danny stepping in front of him. Why would he do that? Aspat's lips parted in a soft mouth-drop.

The hunter leant over and looked past Danny at Aurora, brows pushed down, shadowing his eues as he glared at her, his irises now amber due to a mixture of fear and anger towards this female.

Despite this stand-off, Aspat could hear a faint, muffled ring of gunshots. They were far away and wouldn't have been if he was still human but itnperplexed him.

"Did you hear that?" He asked quietly, breaking the tension as he looked between Mark and Danny.

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

Emery felt a bullet rip into his thigh and he flinched but let his paws land firmly on his target's shoulders. He snapped his jaws near her face as they both fell to the ground. He rolled off and stood opposite her, teeth bared and large paws ready to tear more flesh. He hadn't damaged her much but his claws had tore her shoulders open.

Energy's leg was bleeding and he didn't hold weight on it as he waited to attack again. He lunged for her leg, trying to stop her from dping him any more damage.

☆|Tyler Austin|☆|Male|☆
☆|Mark is his man|☆|Human|☆|Professional Prescious boy|☆
☆|Tags: Harper, Open|☆

Tyler noticed it was incredibly snowy and turned around, driving bakc into town and heading for a cafe. He walked in and headed for the counter.

(I'm sorry these are all really short bit I'm busy and won't have much time to write replies for a while)

[amarok.]

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[Coastal Coyote]

Lance Vaugner

Werewolf | 31 | Media Assets Manager/Rogue | Adam

He did not need to wait long, right view raising and the muscles along his chest and shoulders tightening as one and then another female burst from the house, raced past him and into the deep wood. It was hard to tell, since they had come and gone from view so quickly, but he was pretty sure he recognized them. What were they up to, to be in need of such a hasty escape. If he had been a vain sort of man, Lance may have thought it had something to do with his arrival. But vain he was not. Nor particularly stupid. He had no wish to follow, as he wasn't here for them, but at the same time something kept going off in his head, shouting at him. They could be going after someone. No, with their haste and total lack of acknowledging their intruder, it was more likely to be of a personal matter. Something was wrong with the pack.

But then, there was his target. Though, not in the sense that select werewolves had become for him, and he hoped Adam would never be. But there he was. Clearly as frazzled as those who bolted from the house before he too followed. The air thick with anticipation and something akin to dread. Unlikely that they were going hunting for mankind then, which was a relief. Definitely a family matter. And yet the younger man had stopped, recognized him in this seeming chaos and stopped. He studied him for a moment, first as he spoke and then the stretched silence. Frazzled indeed, but otherwise Adam looked well. High stress, but healthy. Or, as far as Lance could tell from where he stood. Not that he should care, he kept trying to tell himself. This boy could now be an enemy. Something he hoped to find out today. It might have to wait, though, with the state of things.

A loud boom, a specific sound, the release of gun powder to cause the spark, to release the bullet down it's cylindrical track and into the open air. All at once, to tear through an object and be stopped short. Usually that object was flesh and bone. It wasn't unusual to hear in these woods. Many a human hunted around here through the years, though it wasn't too safe for them to do so. If he had not seen Adam and his flash of a comrade in such a state he wouldn't have thought much of it.

He realised with something of a start, as Adam spoke again, that he hadn't actually said anything. Though, with the way things were right now, what could he really say? It was going rather fast. Lance hadn't exactly been anticipating anything like this when he showed up. He watched the boy run off then, and shift into his canid form. Finally Lance pulled his hands from his pockets, leaning forward and into a walk away from the tree. He stood then, still watching Adam's quickly disappearing figure. It didn't sound like a good idea to follow. He didn't know the situation he'd be running in to.

But at the same time, could he really help it? An inquisitive mind demanded answers. All the information he could get. With that, he turned, shifting into a canine himself. Something he didn't do very often any more. Powerful back legs pulled back and tight before launching him forward into a run. Long powerful legs eating up the ground with ease, stretching out far for long even strides. The large red beast would have no trouble catching up to Adam. His muscular frame did not lend as well to quick travelling, but his height granted him fewer strides needed to cover the same distance. Whether or not it was actually a good thing to get to this new destination more quickly or not, however, was a different question. He came upon Adam quickly, but stayed just shy of taking a lead.

[Crono]

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

Mark's eyes widened in both surprise and confusion when the female raised her weapon to aim in their general direction. Hatred towards the hunter wasn't so surprising, maybe even himself, but to so willingly aim at a member of her own pack...it disturbed the man enough to elicit a low growl. The nearby Medic tried speaking with her as he had positioned himself in front of the hunter, Mark himself positioned partially in front of Danny as it was decided against moving for now. "Aurora." His voice came out deep and clear, tone adamant and nearly demanding. It had been a long time since he'd spoken this way, not since he'd been Beta. It was a clear warning. "Stand down." It wasn't entirely clear what Aurora wanted, maybe to simply kill the hunter and leave but frankly Mark wasn't going to have any of it. The gunshots echoing from the nearby forest were ignored but not forgotten, clearly something else was happening nearby. But currently the only exit was cut off as it was, not that he was interested in running off with the current situation in the basement.

[Coastal Coyote]

Marisol Andes
Human | Female | 27 | Entrepreneur | Tyler

Dark gaze drifted over the magazine pages as one of her regulars pointed out various outfits and colors. She was a talker, for sure, but Harper didn't mind. The more someone else talked, the less she had to. That, and it was usually always interesting to hear what they have to say. This one, a Jane Hurst, was studying to be a fashion designer in her free time before she started classes at a college near by. And, while she couldn't muster up as much interest in clothing as Jane could, she could at least follow along to an extent and find amusement in it. Most of her clothing choices were about necessity, finding just the right combination of clothing as to completely hide her old scars while also not making her look so terribly out of place. With snow still on the ground that was easy. Everyone wore layers. But during the heat of simmer... mmm.

Liquid black eyes raised from the magazine as Jane's explanation of large floral prints to small was cut short. Or, rather Jane cut herself off short as a gentleman came to the counter. Oh no. Anything even remotely good looking, and the younger woman's attention was stolen away just like that. It was dangerous for her to be this way. Especially since, as Harper guessed from the gentleman's skin, the teenager had once again set her sights on an older man. Perhaps a good decade older, even. She could get herself into serious trouble trying to draw their attention. Harper moved down the counter a ways, so that she could face the gentleman herself.

"Hello Sir, welcome to AffiniTea. Have you been here before or are you a n-"

"You must be new, I would never forget a face like yours. Hi, I'm Jane."

Perhaps it wasn't a choice others would have made, letting their customers come up to them and talk so familiarly. But Harper liked It, like the closeness she could have with anyone who walked through the door. It was not, however it pained her to admit it, ideal in these sorts of situations.

[amarok.]

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Scott, Emmelene
She had no idea on how to react.
If Adam thought she was going to follow Aurora into the basement, he'd have to think again.
There were exactly two people in the pack that she was afraid of; with one down and out for the count, there was nothing to stop Aurora - the other, and the worse of the two - from going too far and falling over the edge. Cowardly as it was, Blair would not be there when it happened.
This time, at least, she could tell herself she was making the right decision as she finally decided to pursue her honorary sister with a lethargic, lolloping run. Emery was out of her hands now, but she could at least try to ensure the Castellanos bloodline didn't end with him.
Her mind stopped ticking at that thought.
Since when had she become so cynical?
Perhaps around about the time the invincible Alphas had been found dead in the gutter. Perhaps before. She didn't know. All Blair knew was that it frightened her.
She was too tired to shift, so it was on two feet that she pounded through the dense woods, on the cooling trail of the red wolf that had broken from the house at such a pace. She'd never been trained in tracking - not as a child, certainly, for a misfit half-blood had no such need of those skills - as she frequently stated, so it took almost five minutes of the slow loping and the countless breaks before she noticed the pawprints beside those of Emmelene. Too small to be Adam. Her friend had had company.
Her suspicions were confirmed when the scent of the intruder reached her nose.
"HEY!"
She yelled with as much agressive as she could muster, eying the white wolf with irrational anger. The last intruder she'd come across had killed seven-year-old Blake. Probably Benji, too. What was to say this one was any different?
Emmy was out of sight now. Whether the white wolf was planning to pursue her or not, she wasn't going to let him walk off unchecked.
"HEY! YOU!"
A feral snarl that may or may not have reached the white wolf's ears. As out of breath as she was, she'd be surprised if any of it did.
"Who are you? State your business!"

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Scott
She knew she couldn't just walk away knowing the loner was there. Pack protocol, or some crap. Emmelene growled again, more to cover her own panic than to actually convey a message, but she didn't need to.
It had stopped, and backed up. Showing every sign of submission.
She narrowed her eyes, but after a few painfully long heartbeats, she lowered her own tail. Suspicion, to her pack's despair, was not in her nature, whether she was somewhat hazed by pain or not.
A glance at her leg told her the bleeding was beginning to stop. Maybe she could run now, if things turned for the worse. She bit her lip and, hesitantly, took a half step forward, tilting her head almost imperceptibly. The little voice in her head knew it was stupid to just walk up to this invader , reminding her of her original purpose, but the louder side - the human side - had enough trust in the fence to approach just a little further. It wasn't like she could just walk away from the newcomer. At least, without ascertaining that the wolf was no threat.
It looked harmless enough, now she was closer. And it didn't smell dangerous. But maybe just looking wasn't enough. She put another paw forwards, setting her healing paw on the ground for stability as she hunted for the energy to shift.
The thought was cut off by gunshots, painfully loud in her enhanced ears and more than close enough to make her jump.
Pack protocol was not superior to her father's life.
She turned, shooting another glance at the wolf standing behind the razor wire over her shoulder as she began to run. Somehow already sure that wasn't the last she'd see of him. Whether he followed, or not, she didn't care.
She just needed to get the source of the gunshots.
Nothing else mattered.

[.catastrophe.crow.]

/ Alyssa/ 7 years/ Werewolf Pup / Tags: - /

Alyssa heart starts to race. Where was she? She looks around, her fearful eyes filling with tears. She was confused and alone, clueless of what was going on. Tears start to roll down her cheeks. Alyssa trembles and falls to her knees crying. She puts her face into her hands. She was lost, and had no idea where to go now.

( sorry it is really short i didn't have much to say )

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa
Things had been quiet so far. A guy with a broken arm had been the only event worth noting, and having been splinted up and driven back to the hospital the patient had been passed over to radiology with no further complications.
Two hours, ten minutes and twelve half-hearted games of "Go Fish" later, Jay finally got up and dusted cookie crumbs off of his uniform. He'd nervous-eaten his way through an entire plate.
"Hey, guys, look, I really need some fresh air. How about I go get some coffee or something? On me?"
Larry, his preferred co-worker, leaned back in his seat and averted his eyes towards the floor.
"I was actually gonna say the same thing, man, to be honest. Sure you're okay dude?"
For the fifth time in an hour, he hastily insisted he was fine and left the crew room.

The little coffee shop they prefered - mostly because the owner charged less than half price for the local EMT crew, with whom he was very familiar - was empty when he reached it. He placed a ten dollar bill onto the counter, murmured "the usual, please, Jake" and ducked back out to resume pacing.

Half an hour ago, he'd found an excuse to track down the staff gossip and dig for information on the soldiers - he assumed they'd been soldiers of some sort. All she'd been able to tell him was that, whatever badge the leader had flashed at the sheriff had left him pale and shaking, and the body of the man who'd died in theater the night before had been collected by some kind of suited honour squad. But the vital info was there. These guys weren't just a few local rednecks eager to pick a fight with the supernatural. These guys were pros. The fact that the beta had been shot full of incredibly high tech and grade (and therefore extremely expensive once you factored in the cost of buying large amounts of ammo) bullets only reinforced that. He had to warn the pack. But if he tried to send anything by phone line, it'd surely get him put on some sort of watch list. If not killed off outright.
Maybe he could ask Blair's dad to carry the message - human or not, he'd be more than willing. But would the pack even take him seriously? Almost definitely not. The frustration - and rising panic - made him want to cry.

His thinking was interrupted by the sound of crying. He looked up immediately, searching for the source and locating it in a split second. The twenty five year old had never had any greater regrets than taking the route he did the night he got bitten, but for once he was grateful of the extra sensor power
A small kid, probably no older than seven or eight, was hanging back in the darkness of a nearby alleyway. He moved closer, crouching at the mouth of the alley and reaching out a hand.
"Hey? Hello?"