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[Talon the Mad King]

abbigail elizabeth king
gender; female → form; human->wolf → age; twenty-three → tagged by;everyone wooooo
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Abbi's eyes widened as the newcomers entered the area. One was another submissive like Macks, and the other was a dominant. Abbi avoided her gaze, for she was more submissive then that alpha. She was not an omega-submissive like Macks or the other girl. Yet, she was not as dominant as the alpha- she was more of a beta wolf. The blonde almost jumped out of her skin when the growling male entered the arena. The bark from the alpha quickly got her attention. "Right." She said softly, looking at the chains with distain. She had to make sure not to touch them. She had to also make sure not to touch the male's right shoulder- the newly lodged arrow was bright and sharp. Any nudge would cause pain and damage. Abbi locked eyes with the other girl that was to also help her with the injured brethren. "You take the left, I take the right?" She offered.

[thebluberry.]

☣charlotte isabella wayfield☣
{ female ☣ ☣ 20 ☣ ☣ tagged - pretty much everyone ☣ ☣ werewolf ☣ ☣ crushing on - nobody }
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As all the newcomers entered, Charlotte bristled angrily. The fact that the other wolves automatically assumed she was submissive made her temper begin to flare; however, she had little desire to lead others, so she assumed that meant she would be eventually forced into a position to follow. Her anger at the other wolves temporarily dissipated as the arrow whizzed through the clearing and into the chained male's shoulder. She forced herself to focus on the issue at hand and deal with where in the ranks she would fall later. As the female who seemed to have put herself in charge gave out orders, Charlotte stood tall, signaling that she was not as low in the ranks as the others had assumed, although she did agree with what the female demanded they do. Turning to face the others, the brunette girl made her way towards the left side of the male without answering Abbi, figuring her movements would be enough of an answer.

Charlotte carefully but firmly took ahold of the male's left arm taking care to mind where the chains were, and waited for Abbi to move to the male's right side so that the two of them could get the male to relative safety before beginning to deal with his injuries. As she helped the male up she spoke softly to him, partly so she wouldn't unintentionally snap at him, and partially so that if the hunter returned she would be able to hear her. "This will probably hurt quite a bit, so tell us if you're going to pass out." She felt bad for the pain he would be going through, however it was vital that they moved into a more covered area to escape the hunter's prying eyes. The arrow protruding from his shoulder would also need to be dealt with, as well as the silver chains removed. She knew she could get the arrow out, but getting material to patch him up as well as getting the chains off with as little damage as possible could prove to be a bit more difficult.

[ssv2]

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male }{ nineteen }{ werewolf, wolf form }{ tagged; valerie

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The small wolves lips were pulled back into a grimace and his light tan eyes were cold at the general thought of hunters - those damn hunters - harming another of his kind, and despite the utter pulling actuality that none of them knew each other - their presence, let alone each others existence - he felt, rather, had a pulling feeling of loyalty to help and protect others of his own. Black guard hairs splayed out in a obtuse fashion on the cape of his back, and his tense limbs were rigid and flexing into the ground as his black nostrils flared, inhaling the sharp scent of man, of hunter.

Andrzej was by no means an aggressor, a dominant, he was more of a placid and tranquil loner, but if put into situations crowded with others he easily slid into the life of a irenic submissive - an accepting and nonviolent omega - but in that moment it seemed almost unclear of his ranking as his black lips pulled back even further as he inhaled the acute scent of hunter and wolf blood mixing in the air and revealing sharp canines. Then, and only then, was he brought out of his intensive and aggressive meditation of tension by another - a dominant, - sounding out invisible orders to everybody and he all but happily would comply.

Lashing his snakelike tail, he breathed out through his splayed nares and abided. Gladly, he gestured before relaxing his haunches and turning top and tail to go slightly behind the dominant female, twitching his ears in a gesture of you take charge, I'll just follow your lead.

[evixtus]

A L E X I E | P O L E N T A
twenty 〗female 〗single
tags: the wolves 〗location: forest
mood: on edge 〗crush: secret
human 〗hunter
ooc 〗crashing the party ; w ;

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Earlier this morning, she had managed to wake up before dawn. somehow that was partially unbelievable, considering the case that she was anything but a morning person. Lexi threw off the blankets and sighed, feeling chills crawl up her exposed legs. She sat up, reached down, and covered herself with the blankets again, relaxing when she felt the blankets radiate her body heat. Staring at the ceiling, she thought. How long had she been laying in bed, counting the minutes and seconds as they went by? Minutes? Hours? An entire day? Lexi didn't know anymore, but why would she care? It's not like she had anything to do today anyways.

Well, that was a lie. She did have things to do, but she just wasn't interested in completing those tasks. With a heavy sigh, she sat up, running a hand through her hair and looking towards the mirror hanging from her wall directly above her dresser. Her brown hair was poking out in awkward angles, and the sight of the bags under her eyes made Lexi cringe. She was not looking good today. She had just recovered from a cold that had her bed-ridden for about two days time. But, the fact was that her health had gotten a lot better than she had been the previous few days.

Pushing herself out of bed with a heavy groan and walking across the room to her dresser, she leaned against the royal dark oiled oak wood, and pulled open a drawer, pulling out a pair of clean jeans. The top drawer was filled with undergarments and socks. The second drawer was filled with shirts she could sleep in and sweatpants. The third drawer was filled with jeans and cargo pants. The jeans she pulled out were light-washed with a few ripped holes in them, but it didn't matter. She wasn't going to be doing much today anyways. Lexi was in the mood for a walk, though, so why not go for one? Walking to her closet, she threw open the folding doors and grabbed a short-sleeved forest green low-cut t-shirt and threw it onto her bed, landing on her jeans. She then looked around in her closet for a moment at the sweaters that were hanging, and found a black one with a flower design stitched into the back of it. She threw it across the room and that landed on her bed as well. Pivoting on her heels, she walked towards her bed and got dressed.

Fixing the sleeves on her sweatshirt, she grabbed her crossbow from it's resting spot by the front door of her small, self-owned cottage that was nestled in the middle of the forest, deep into the valley. She was about a thirty minute walk from the town, but that didn't bother her, she preferred being on her own anyways, especially with keeping an open house for lycanthropes going into hiding. The cottage didn't seem very big, but if you could locate the secret trap door, you would enter the basement, where it was a large rec room, leading off to the side with extra bedrooms and beds that Lexi had stolen from a closing mattress store.

Walking out of her house, she slung her crossbow over her shoulder and began trekking through the forest. The clean oxygen filtered through her lungs, making her body relax as she moved about, carefully stepping over twigs and tree roots and logs that had fallen. She was deep into thought about what she should cook up for dinner tonight, when a howl caught her attention. Her head snapped into the direction it came from, hearing it easily. Then another howl came from a different direction, but it was going to the first howl. Lexi listened carefully for more howls, knowing that these weren't just any dogs, these were wolves, werewolves. She then broke into a jog, her steps quiet and careful as she moved about, heading towards the howls. She could smell the blood, and hearing a whisk through the air and a snarl of pain, Lexi looked around her, and found a large gnarled oak tree to climb up. She ran towards it, pressing her feet against the trunk and pushing herself up, grabbing ahold of a branch and hauling herself up onto the large thing, squatting down and focusing through the branches.

There was a fellow hunter approaching a small open clearing. Her dark green eyes looked over to the clearing and saw a number of wolves helping a pack mate away from the clearing, hoping to get him out of danger. Lexi looked back at the female hunter, a longbow in her hands. She was adjusting an arrow with her hands, focusing on the wolves moving away from the clearing. It took Lexi a moment to load her bow, and she aimed it at the hunter. With a sharp intake of breath, steadying the crossbow, she held her breath, and shot. The arrow whizzed through the air silently, but loud enough that a wolf could hear it. The bow landed in the hunter's leg, and a scream of pain came from the girl. Lexi grinned and reloaded, shooting another arrow, but missing by a few millimeters, when the hunter moved again. "Dammit! Quit moving, you stupid brat." She growled under her breath and reloaded.

[mr.robot]

Another wolf appeared moments after the arrow embedded itself into his shoulder. He was no longer standing, he was knelt down, hand on his shoulder. The silver was marking his wrist and his ankle now, and his whines of discomfort and pain were growing louder with each minute. Introducing yourself to a pack of wolves by being attacked in front of them was nothing short of embarrassing, and through the 'wonders' of anxiety this was all that the werewolf could think about.

The hunter who had attacked him had readied another bow, but before she could release it, an arrow tore through the muscle in her leg. 'Curses!' She whispered, her scream shattering the surrounding silence of the woodland. She, too, scaled the nearest tree, knowing that the wolves would be coming for her shortly. Her blood stained the bark and the scent filled the air, flooding the nostrils of the very wolf she had attacked. Not that she cared, though. Once settled on a relatively high up branch, she sat back against the trunk and looked for her attacker whilst also trying to keep an eye out for her victim.

Female wolves were suddenly approaching his side, and Macks could not quite stand being touched by one of them. Every muscle in his body tensed and he hesitated to follow her, but she had his arm, and he took her lead. "I killed her companion. I killed someone. I never do that." He was mostly speaking to himself rather than the wolves beside him, but he was very clearly the type of wolf to have an issue with the inevitability of death that came with being a supernatural being. Once they came to a halt he would promptly drop to his knees and sit back on his legs, unshackled arm reaching up to snap the silver head off of the arrow. "I can't pull it out." He admitted, shaking and sweating with the pain and stress.

[The Alpha]

➳ ☼ Ƙαтняιηє Rєуηα Hαяℓσω ☼ ➳

Gender ➳ Female
Rank ➳ Lone Wolf
Current Form ➳ Human/Wolf
Relationship ➳ Single
Location ➳ In the Forest
Feeling ➳ Battle-Ready
Tags ➳ Open

Treading the foot path lightly, Kathrine walked briskly through the forest, passing through the trees silently with her eyes trained forward and her head lowered slightly. Her ears panned around her listening to sounds of the forest as she made her way through it. Her face held a scowl while her eyes were slightly narrowed. Something in the forest had disturbed her as she felt her fur stand on end. She could smell hunters; werewolf hunters. Her lips curled up into a snarl as her head dipped lower, her tail rises as she continued to follow the scent she was tracking. She moved her legs faster, picking up a slow trot and then a slow lope. These may not technically by her woods, but any hunter was an enemy to her.

Kathrine had been traveling for a few days now and had caught the faint scent of the hunters and decided to tracked them down. She'd heard the howls of the other werewolves in the area though she didn't care what they'd think of her when she arrived there. She was only there to make sure the hunters were taken care of which meant either killed or made incapable to chase them anymore. Which ever came first. Kathrine really didn't want to kill anyone, but she'd do what she had to in order protect her kind. She may not seem like the type, but she did know what was the right thing to do and that was make sure no one else had their family torn apart like hers had been by those heartless hunters.

The large, red-furred wolf leapt over a fallen tree trunk, her jaws opened slightly as she felt herself draw nearer to where the hunters were. She said not a word to her other kin, knowing they would sense her before the humans would. She suddenly turned and moved parallel to the locations of the hunters movements, stalking their locations to get around behind them if she could. Her icy eyes scanned the world around her and she slowed her paws as silently as she could to continually stalk after them to wait from the perfect moment. After living as a werewolf for the last four years, Kathrine had learned that sometimes humans were like regular prey animals. When they thought they were clear is when they let their guard down which was when you had the chance to strike.

She slowed to crawl as she could hear the sounds of other werewolves moving around in the brush and moved into a think line of brush that blended in with her furs colors. Locking her eyes and ears ahead of her Kathrine watched and waited for any signs of the hunters so that she had the chance to strike.

[Talon the Mad King]

abbigail elizabeth king
gender; female → form; human->wolf → age; twenty-three → tagged by;macks, charlotte
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Abbi gulped at Charlotte's anger- it was apparent. Abbi gently took the chained male's arm, hoping that he wouldn't pass out. They headed into the shelter of the woods, and she watched as the chained wolf broke the arrowhead off the arrow that was protruding from his shoulder. She quickly slid the backpack off of her back, digging for her medical kit that she had stashed in there for emergences. "I have a kit, but I don't think I could pull the arrow out. Could you...?" She looked up at Charlotte, tilting her head a bit. She never caught her name. Abbi would have to ask later.

Regardless, she dug around more for a bobby pin. Quickly fashioning it into a lockpick, she set to work on removing the shackles. She was careful not to touch the silver with her own skin- they didn't need two hurt wolves. A small click was heard, and one shackle fell to the ground. She quickly rose, switching over to his other side. She sighed as the lockpick snapped, and she dug in her bag for another bobby pin.

[laila,]

k a l a n i k a r n s t e i n -
----------species: werewolf----tags: n/a ----form: wolf | human

The air felt too heavy to breathe, just to evidence this the breaths that were circulating from her lungs were coming short and raspy - almost as if they were liquid filled. Had she been watching what she were doing the she-wolf would have clearly seen the steep mud-slide that she so clumsily fell head over paws down; of course she wasn't paying attention to anything, her skull was throbbing and her eyes were clouded and as her breathing became even more laboured from the fall she allowed her grip on conciousness to slip so delicately from her grasp. It was only mere moments before her eyes shot open once again and her gaze began to dart around the surrounding tree-line; why was she even running in the first place? With a small grunt of discomfort, Kalani rolled from her side and onto her belly, her auburn fur entangled with dirt, foliage and deep red smudges of blood from her previous run.

As her head began to stop spinning she slowly poked her tongue from between her teeth and licked some of the debris from her once white muzzle, everything felt off somehow, like the wolf in her was begging to just keep on running and running until she collapsed from exhaustion. There came a lowlying growl from the very pit of her throat as she slowly hauled herself onto all fours. A sharp pain ricocheted along the muscles in her back, stopping only when she heaved out a lungful of air and turned her head to look back at the incline that she had toppled down just moments ago; there were heavy grooves in the dirt and Kalani couldn't help but to lift her head proudly at her masterful artwork.

With some level of calm to her step now, she began to trot quietly through the forest and her mind momentarily ran away with her; on the upper level of the forest there were a surplus of big game to hunt, fewer people and also a small hole in the soil that she only plainly referred to as her 'den.' Only, she couldn't get back up there right now as those inclines seemed tricky enough on their own, nevermind with the water turning the soil into a thick mud type substance and turning her once white socks into clumpy strands of filth. She hoped that there weren't another lot of wolves on the lower levels of the forest, but of course that seemed a ridiculous considering given the howls she had heard when she reached the bottom of the hill. Howls? she thought, pausing midstep and turning her ears to seek out any potential sounds other than that of the birds and the trees, how did she forget the howls? Whatever it was that she'd heard she wanted to be as far away from it as possible, though the forest seemed rather restless and there was definitely something she was missing here.

[condition terminal]

acacia argent ; brawn
acacia was with her dad facing each other in silence. The silence was not comforting,they were both in an argument. acacia heard information about her dead mother. Who was it from? No other than a werewolf willing to give information to save his own life. Though acacia heard the wolf out,she didn't give him mercy and killed him. That was days ago,but acacia is confronting her dad about the information. "so tell me did you make her kill herself?" acacia was choking on her words. Her mother died years ago but the way she died it wasn't right. Acacia remembered she was perfectly healthy and then all of a sudden she died,her father using the excuse of acacias mom getting sick. Acacia wanted to believe it was true. But her indicts told her something else. "Like I told you before,she got sick. I don't know what to say to you. " Her dad responded. Acacia looked at him straight in the eye. She almost believed him until she saw her dad avoid eye contact. He always does that when he's lying. Acacias father taught her to look for those things when you're confronting someone. That was a lot to take in. "I know when you're lying dad,why couldn't you just tell me?" Tears were threatning to come out. Her father stayed silent. There was no logical reason to lie again. Acacia couldn't stay in the house one second longer. She had to get away. There was one thing she could always count on. Hunting. Acacia got her bow and left out the door,slamming it.

Acacia was now in the forest,she wanted to cry. Her father made her mom kill herself. It was all because of that stupid code. Why couldn't they just let her live? At least let her be a wolf. But that wouldn't work out. Acacia was loyal to her mother but she can't just forget about the code. Wolves killed many of fellow humans. They're dangerous. Her mother wouldn't want to become a killer like them. A wolf howl cut her off from her deep thoughts. Werewolf,defiantly. Acacia was up on her feet a bow in her hand. An arrow ready to fly. She ran in the direction of the howl. She felt the cold air on her pale skin. Soon she heard more and more howls. Soon acacia found all of the wolves. But was about thirty feet away from the pack. One of them were hurt. It had to be another hunter. Then moving closer she saw two more hunters. Alexie,she only noticed Alexie aiming at the other hunter. Acacia was confused. Running up to the two. Moving the other hunter out of the way. "what are you doing? Hunting one of our own. " Acacia looked back at the other hunter and then realised why her trying to go for the pack of wolves was illogical. Possibly one of them could get hurt. But the others would overpower her. They had to be sneaky. Use some of the other gadgets they had. But shooting an arrow at their own would be stupid. Acacia knew she had to be quiet. Werewolves have highly sensitive hearing. They could hear if acacia is loud enough. The hunters had to come up with a plan to try to kill at least on of these wolves.

[The Alpha]

➳ ☼ Ƙαтняιηє Rєуηα Hαяℓσω ☼ ➳

Gender ➳ Female
Rank ➳ Lone Wolf
Current Form ➳ Human/Wolf
Relationship ➳ Single
Location ➳ Around the other
Werewolves and the hunters
Feeling ➳ Battle-Ready
Tags ➳ Open

Kathrine set her eyes on the hunter on the ground. She seemed to be alone which was a bit odd for hunters. they usually travelled in groups or pairs, but this one was alone. Perhaps one of the other wolves had already gotten ahold of the others. Keeping her body low to the ground, the red-brown she-wolf prepared to stalk forward until suddenly she heard a sound of a whizzing arrow go by and then came the cry of the girl as the arrow struck her. Surprised, Kathrine halted in her paw steps and looked up at the tree branches above her head. Her keen wolf eye sight made out the shape of a human perched amid the branches with a bow in her hands. She had fired the arrow that had struck the other human; like she was betraying her own allies.

This thought made Kathrine's lips curl up into a quiet growl. Yes, they were fighting for her kind, but the she-wolf had learned much in the four years she'd spent on her own: some traitors never stopped betraying. If they'd done it once, who's to say they won't do it again? Kathrine was also a little embarrassed that she hadn't noticed the human until now. Of course she'd let her anger overtake her thoughts so that was probably why she didn't see them until now. She suddenly heard more footsteps and her eyes switched around to see another hunter charging into the area and climbing another tree. She'd noticed that the injured hunter was now perched in the tree she'd been hiding behind too. Knowing that charging in would do her no good, Kathrine huffed and stood to her paws and moved towards the direction where the other werewolves were.

There was no point in hiding her presence now though she would keep her distance. She was pretty sure these wolves were not all one pack but she had a feeling that there would be a pack forming now. Her ears flickered back a tiny bit as she raised her head to make herself stand to her full height as she calmed herself from the "excitement", her tail still raised stiffly as the ravenous edge was slow to kill. Kathrine came quietly out of the brush and continued toward the little group of wolves, stopping about ten feet from them and slowly turning towards the trees that the humans were hiding in and then stopping. She gave a curt nod to the wolves who saw her but didn't say a word, her ears flicked forward again as her narrowed eyes remained locked on the hunters.