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[amarok.]

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Adam, Emery, Lance, pretty much everybody by this point
The auburn wolf hauled itself to its feet with a mixture of gasps and agonised growls. For the second time in both her life and in seventy two hours, she'd been shot. Whether it was just her bright colouring - glossy copper against white snow - or just her sudden development of a reckless attitude, she wasn't sure. The bullet wound hurt far more than the last, though. That was sure.
Adam's words from earlier rung through her head. High grade silver bullets.
Twisting to inspect the injury, she discerned what she hoped was an exit wound and, although it was inaudible against the constant whimper, she breathed a sigh of relief.
But where was the shooter?
She twisted again, wobbling precariously on her three functioning legs, but only the pair of hunters now facing down Adam and Emery and some other wolf she didn't quite recognise were within eyeshot. Neither were holding weapons.
She stayed where she was, leaning her weight against a tree, until Adam's Wolf suddenly backed up and turned. Was he signalling a retreat?
Wait! Wait, please! Don't leave me here!
Her leg wouldn't hold her weight any longer, and blood was pouring from the thigh of the hurt leg. But she could manage on three. She was going to be a fighter. Adam had said so. And she was going to act like it.
Grinding her teeth in a very unladylike way, she disappeared back into the cover of the denser trees, limping towards the group now rapidly retreating, not quite managing to keep up. But determined not to stop, regardless.

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Kat, Bronwyn, the retreating wolves, Theo
The body slam connected, but, as that tiny rational part of him muttered, it was like tackling a brick wall.
That was going to hurt in the morning. If he survived that long.
He fell backwards, recovering quickly and half-lunging forward with another knife strike, but hesitating at the last second.
The older, grizzled wolf just stared at him. And, to his even greater confusion, the second wolf - the red one - imterceded, and nudged Kat to her feet almost protectively.
Now thoroughly shaken, despite the endless pyschological training he'd endured over the years, he moved backwards, throwing an arm cautiously between the wolves and Katrine, even as the wolf he'd stabbed slowed and, with the tip of his tail, signalled a retreat.
Clear sentient thinking.
If he wasn't already panicked enough, a voice burst into his head. One he didn't recognise, and - had they not somehow known his name and circumstances, would have assumed a hacker or infiltrators.
But they - she -did.
Command had specified two men, to make contact at 1800 precisely.
He frowned, in spite of himself, and immediately looked towards Katrine. What the hell?
"I've got some lady telling me she's here as reinforcements, Kat," He whispered, cautiously. Had it just been broadcast to him? He assumed so. But like hell he was leaving his teammate out in the dark.

Making an executive decision, he clicked on the mic and uttered a curt response.
"Jin is down. We're alive and kicking, and from the looks of things" - his eye had strayed to the bleeding figure of a smaller red wolf, now trying to retreat into the trees - "our sniper has just joined the party. What is your location?" Not quite willing to assume the newcomer was in fact a reinforcement, but well aware of his unreasonable paranoia and willing to take a risk, he tapped on his smartwatch and opened the map feature; it wasn't as powerful as the wrist computers employed in their full battle gear, but it showed the triangulations of his team's earpieces, if not their vital stats as well. He couldn't see any dots aside from Theo's, Kat's and his own, but maybe he just wasn't looking right. Plausible.
"In fact, Five is in position to the east." He reeled off the coordinates in the standard, coded fashion. "Rendezvous with him and we will convene closer to our COO. Understood?"

Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Bronwyn, D'Arc, Kat
One confirmed hit. And only one sho in total. Not nearly good enough.
He scowled, telling himself he'd done the right thing.
From the looks of it, they were backing off.
He followed the wolves with the scope of his rifle, eyes still narrowed and finger still curled around the trigger of the modified Barret, but for now no further moves had been made against his team. Or, at least as far as his vantage point would tell.
All was silent again.
Until a burst of hushed, rapid fire orders burst into his ear.
"Hold your ground. A reinforcement agent will meet you there. Drive her back towards the cabin. We'll meet you a mile from Base."
"Sir?"
He picked up an exhausted sigh from the other end of the channel and quickly signed off.

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa
Finally something he could deal with.
With no further hesitation, he scooped the kid up and carried her through to the stockroom they used as a medical bay, hefting her onto one of the beds, sitting her on her side, and grabbing a medical kit from the sideboard.
Moving efficiently, he slit the side of her pants and cleaned the injury, tilting his head as he ascertained whether she'd need stitches put in or not, muttering soothingly under his breath as he worked and dabbing on numbing cream as he worked. He'd have given her an anaaesthetic shot, but somehow figured she wouldn't like needles.
"Hey, shhh, it's not as bad as it looks. This'll feel a little cold but it'll help with the pain, okay?"
Once he'd cleaned the blood, it looked better already. Wasn't too deep. And she was a werewolf - a born werewolf - so any worries he had were quickly put aside.
He even managed to almost ignore the arrival of Stål - apparently furious that something reeking of not-pack had been allowed so close to her fallen mistress. At least Skylar remained comatose, thankfully unable to shake off the sedatives dripping through the tap in her arm.
"Seriously, it's not that bad. You'll be okay. I promise. Okay?"
Eventually deciding she wouldn't need stitches, he pulled the edges of the wound together with soft tape and then used a minimal amount of surgical glue to close the wound, being as gentle as he could despite the numbing cream. Removing the soft tape, he applied a thick pad of self-adhesive gauze and taped it into place with surgical tape for extra security.
"There. All done."

[blimq]

bronwyn julian - blade agent - cisfemale - the forest - tags; d'arc - feeling; cautious, unsure

bronwyn listened for a couple seconds more before hearing another voice at the end of her earpiece. she clenched her teeth at the mention of jin is down. if she had gotten there earlier, would he still be? she shook the thought and quickly replied "about 300 meters from the beginning of the trail, southeast. i was given orders to deliver and eliminate, sir." her words were crisp and clear. she stopped in her tracks to check on her smartwatch to ensure she went in the right direction as she was given a rendezvous point. she turned more to the right and continued walking as she answered. "understood, agent d'arc." she replied simply. she had plans to ask what medical resources agent min needed, but ended up not asking in attempt to avoid a possibly sore subject. she quickened her pace to the direction given until she heard rustling. not loud or too concerningly close, but enough to make her more cautious. she went into stealth mode, using cover of the forest to ensure her safety first. the low, quiet static of her earpiece seemed to grow louder in her right ear.

she stood straight as she finally met the exact place, the rendezvous point she was ordered to go to. she stood still as she listened for anything threatening. she only heard, faint footsteps, in which she assumed it was the sniper she was told to rendezvous with, but wyn took no chances. she held her pistol, ready to shoot in the general direction of the footsteps. she dare not say anything that could give away her reason of being in the forest until she was sure they were a blade agent first. she scanned the area for possible places of cover, and only found the trees capable of doing so. she shifted once to fix the strap of her backpack, then was still, only muttering french quietly under her breath as she listened intently and watched the forest around her.

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

She started to shake with fear and pain as he picked her up. Alyssa's heart was racing as he worked. She didn't pay attention to what Jason did to her wound. She would feel a sting here and there from his equipment, but that was all. She kept hearing Jason tell her it wasn't too bad of an injury. When he finished up, she positioned herself sitting upwards. " Thank you J-Jason... " She whispered. Alyssa wished he knew how greatful she was for all that he'd done for her so far. She grins slightly at him. As she sits there, she inspects the back of her leg. She stands up, her leg weak. It stung a bit when she would walk, but she would be able to manage. She snatched Jason's hand and lightly smiles. " Do you k-know what caused it? " She stutters slightly.

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Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Bronwyn
It was a few moments before he saw the human figure appearing at the edge of his vision, but it took seconds for him to look through his scope and decide she was the one he was supposed to be looking for.
He fiddled with the earpiece, opening up the channel he deemed most likely to be the right one and talking hesitantly into it.
"Hello? Heyyyyy?"
Shouting would have been easier, sure, but the last thing he wanted to do was draw attention to himself. The red pick up he'd since moved away from was frankly bad enough. Not bothering to wait for a response, he ploughed on with the rest of his words.
"You see the old red pick-up? Ford Ranger 4.0 2004? That's mine. Get your behind over here."
Moving to the edge of the branch he'd been sat on since D'Arc's order came through, Theodore slid down the trunk, ignoring the splinters he gave himself, and trekked over the forest floor back towards his vehicle, stopping every fifty metres or so to disentangle himself and his light armour from the undergrowth.
He hated the outdoors. With a vengeance. The dirt and the dark and the cold...
Or, more accurately, what was in the dark. Theo didn't like to admit it, but - just as with D'Arc - the case had gotten to him in more ways than one. Every shadow could hide a werewolf. Every nook, every alleyway could hold a lycanthropes waiting to strike.
He never had been as brave as the rest of his team.
And even now, in broad daylight, these woods still gave him the creeps. They just felt... wrong. So, so wrong.
Theodore resisted the urge to haul himself into the cabin and drive straight off. He'd give her as long as it took to strip off the body armour.
"Seriously, move it! I want out of here, okay?"

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa
"It was clean cut, so you probably just fell afoul of a stray weapon."
He shook his head in exasperation. How a woman normally so brutally efficient could be so messy, he wasn't sure. The mess did his head in but, unfortunately, he wasn't brave enough to try to mess with the beta's belongings.
"I'll have strong words with the Beta when she's better, I'm telling you," He muttered, shooting the sedated female a dark look and immediately flinching back when the dog retaliated with a snarl.
"She's alright," he added quickly. "Just sleeping. She's not very well at the moment, so I'm trying to make sure she rests. The dog's called "Storl". It's norwegian, but you'll have to ask Miss Aleksandrsen when she wakes up what it means."
He shook his head again.
"Amy way, your leg is going to be completely fine, okay? Just be careful when you're washing it. You've gotta make sure that part of your leg doesn't get wet, or the dressing will come off, okay? It'll probably only be for tonight or tomorrow, and then it can come off for good, okay?"
Depending on the girl's parentage, it might only take a few hours to heal up. But erring on the side of caution was his specialty, to be frank.
"We'll just have to be super careful what we're doing, okay? Like, checking where you're sitting. As long as you just keep an eye out for stuff, you'll be fine. The owner of this house -" He nodded towards Skylar - "is the pack's Beta. She's mostly in charge of keeping us safe, so she has a lot of sharp objects lying around. But we also use this as the pack headquarters, where we all meet, so sometimes even more dangerous stuff gets left around. There aren't many kids here at all so nobody really bothers putting said dangerous stuff away. Just a fact of life, I'm afraid. Now you're here, they'll be more careful. I'll make damn well sure of that."
He shook his head a third time. Possibly not the right thing to say, but the truth. There was no point in letting the kid put her guard down. For any reason.
"But anyway, you're not hurting anymore, right? Do you want some Tylenol or something or are you okay?"

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

She took a quick peek at Skylar. Seeing her lying there made Alyssa worried. What had happened? " What happened to her? " She questioned. She didn't expect a truthful answer. " How many people are in the pack? Also am I the only kid, or are there more? " She asked, scanning the room's interior. In her mind, she was worried the beta wouldn't like her. Alyssa really hoped there was another kid in the pack. That way, she'd have another friend besides Jason. She also looked at the dog, who she could tell didn't have a good relationship with Jason. Why did he loathe the dog so much? She wasn't sure. Alyssa already couldn't wait to get her cut healed. " I think I'm okay... I don't think I need any Tylenol. " For the first time, she actually fully smiles at Jason.

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa
"She started a fight she couldn't finish. Outnumbered 4 to 1 and facing down people with really fancy weaponry. Normally, it'd be a fair fight, with a squad of wolves together, but we're short on manpower at the moment. She took a few bullets to the hip, but.... odd bullets. We've never seem that kind of bullet before. They're really, really effective. But she managed to hit them pretty hard, though. Regardless. They won't be coming back in a hurry."
He sighed yet again.
"And... Yes, you're the only kid. Legally speaking, Emmelene is a child, but she's eighteen in a few months, so there's an age gap. But you'd like her very much, I think. She's a little bit arrogant, but she's kind and a clever talker. Her dad, Emery, too. He's a great guy. Getting a little bit old now, maybe, but he's like everybody's second father as far as the pack is concerned. Seriously. He's great."
He paused for thought, but couldn't help the small beam appearing on his own face. Despite his somewhat temperamental nature, he really loved people. And although he couldn't say he loved his pack as a whole, there were a number of individuals he regarded as family.
"There's Danny, too, who I think you'll like. He's a medi- a doctor, like me. Not formally trained, I don't think, not sure to be hoenst, but he's an absolute angel, for real. Tyla and Luka too, but I haven't seen those guys in a while..."
He quickly decided to change the subject. By this point, the fact that the other two medics had most likely skipped town was hard to ignore.
"So, you're sure you don't want Tylenol? One hundred percent sure? We'll have to wait around for Ad- the Alpha to get home so we can decide what to do, anyway, sweetie. And that macaroni. You want the rest of it?"

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

The color drained from Alyssa's face as he told her what had happened to Skylar. " Sounds horrible... " She pouts when he tells her that she's the only child. " All those people sound great! " She said, a small grin appearing on her face. " I'm almost a hundred percent sure I don't need any. " What if the alpha didn't like her either? She erased the thought from her mind. Alyssa giggles. " Oh yeah! I forgot about my macaroni. I'd like to finish it if you don't mind... " She says. By now, she had no hope of finding her parents. She got used to the idea of being part of Jason's pack. Alyssa slowly walks back to the kitchen, mindful of her bandaging. She takes a seat in her chair and continues eating her food.

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags, Alyssa
"Hmm. Don't worry too much. She's pretty much a viking. God morgen and all that. Maybe not the smartest in the pack, but certainly the toughest."
But he was chuckling too, now.
"And yeah, they're a good bunch. Com'on, we'll go finish eating and then you can go and get changed. We'll find you one of the spare bedrooms and we'll put your spare clothes in the closet there for you. I've managed to find some old clothes that might fit you, but you'll have to sort through and decide what you like and stuff. It's probably really girly, 'cause it's Emmelene's, but it'll do until we can buy you some new stuff. Won't know until we look, right?"
He gestured to the box he'd left in the hallway.
"I'll carry it. It's heavy. You go on ahead."

[hellb0und]

𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖗𝖆
GO ON ─ bare your TEETH at me.

I'LL PULL them out
one by one

"I've long established myself as someone to not cross but, seems you've decided to man up & try me anyway." Aurora spoke through ground teeth, Danny's words only added gasoline to her rage of a fire. Pushing her over an edge she was already teetering on. "Oh boo hoo, stressing Aspat out? He's a godforsaken HUNTER! You're in here treating him like some sick kitten!" Her voice rose briskly, having had enough of his remarks, calling her the fool. She knew she was the only one here left with any brain at all. Aurora shifted towards Danny among her furious speech, pressing the barrel of the gun against his forehead, cocking it forward. She'd shoot all of them. Her gaze oscillated from Danny to Aspat when she caught him lunging for his weapons, & suddenly her pistol was aimed at him once again, backing away from Danny & up to Aspat. Until Mark, after setting his hand on Aspat as a silent plea to stop, lurched at Aurora's weapon, an attempt to knock it out of her hand. She caught the action & in one swift move avoided him, his hand cutting through the air & falling back down. That's when she heard conversation being made upstairs, & another stench which wasn't pack. They were growing in number by the hour. She didn't let whoever had entered stop her, sending a bullet just above Aspat's head as a warning sign, that she sure as hell would leave all of them with a bullet to the brain in seconds. Make another move, I dare you. Everyone was about to snap, and there would be a full-fledged brawl between candids. A thought, that akin to everything else, didn't leave her fearful in the slightest. That, or Aspat would go for his weapons again, & this time Mark wouldn't hold him back. Then there'd be no warning, Aurora would murder him, & every other fool roaming this house.

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

When she finishes her food, she hops off of her chair and sets her dish in the sink. Alyssa goes to the box and rummages through the box, finding nothing but pink,pink, and more pink. Finally, in the bottom of the box, she finds a light blue dress. She grins. " Jason can I wear this? " She asks him. She was never the girly type who loved pink and purple things, but she did love dresses. She searches through the box more and find some shorts. Alyssa smiles. She liked that outfit. She could tell when things matched because she always picked her own clothes out as a child. Her mom nor dad never had the time to. That was one of the only things she could remember about her childhood. " Jason... " She starts. " We're not going to find my parents, are we... " Alyssa muttered. " You're going to keep me, aren't you... " She wipes tears from her eyes. She didn't want Jason to think she didn't like him. " It's not that I d-don't like you its just... " She sighs and wipes her eyes. She had just one more question. " Are you going to keep me legally or illegally... I don't want to be taken away if someone finds out. " She says.