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[thebluberry.]

☣charlotte isabella wayfield☣
{ female ☣ ☣ 20 ☣ ☣ tagged - macks and abbi ☣ ☣ werewolf ☣ ☣ crushing on - nobody }
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Charlotte felt a little bit bad as the boy, or rather man, that they were working to get away from danger was so distraught by the fact that he had killed a person. She had never killed a human or wolf, so she could only imagine the turmoil of emotions swirling through the poor guys head. The silver chains and arrow stuck through his shoulder likely didn't help his thinking either. When they got Macks to relative safety and Abbi asked her if she could get the arrow out, she nodded. "I think I can get it out, although I make no promises that it won't be very painful." Charlotte had confidence that she would be able to remove the arrowhead, however, she was not one to sugarcoat pain. She didn't want to get it out if the man was going to resent her for how much it would hurt later. "If you want me to get it out, we're going to need to disinfect it and possible stitch and or bandage it after." She spoke looking directly at Macks before she turned to receive the medical kit that Abbi had pulled out. Even if he didn't want her to pull the arrow free, she was going to need to try to clean up around the wound to prevent what infection she could.

She waited patiently as Abbi removed the silver chains very carefully; she would have helped, but she likely would have only gotten in the way and made it harder to get the wicked substance away from the man's skin. As she observed him, he looked like he was still very stressed and obviously in pain, both of which made sense. Hoping to take his mind off the pain, she spoke softly from where she stood near him, just loud enough for him to hear some of the words of comfort and reassurance. Charlotte wasn't entirely sure that this would help his situation, but she hoped that it wouldn't hurt it either.

[purpledirewolf2019]

Blake Withers || 22 years || Werewolf - wolf form
The day started like any other for Blake. He was up before dawn so he could shift into his wolf form. It was just something he preferred to do since his skin and eye were so sensitive to the sun. Sometimes he wished he was normal. Being an albino had been nothing but misery for him growing up. He was picked on and kicked out of his birth pack, and his white pelt made it hard to hide from hunters unless it was winter. His pelt covered up all of the scars he managed to get from hunters, but they were quite noticeable in his human form. However, the past was the past, and Blake needed to think about the future. In order to keep surviving he needed food, water, and to avoid hunters, so he set out.

It was quiet as the white wolf searched for food. He heard barely anything, aside from a few birds and his own paw steps. That was until he heard a howl. Blake halted his search for food and perked his ears. The wolf who had called out was clearly in distress, and his called was quickly answered by more wolves. Curiosity got the better of him and he made his way towards the commotion. Stopping right at the edge of the forest, he crouched down and took in the scene. There were hunters, at least the two he could see, and a good amount of other werewolves. He watched as an injured wolf was taken to a safer spot, but the hunters still had to be dealt with, or they would just track the other werewolves down again. Maybe if he could just distract one of them. Quickly, he crept along the edge of the forest until he was a bit closer to the hunters. He didn't want to get too close, but if he could draw their attention away from the others, they could get away or to cover. When he was satisfied with his position, he gave a loud howl. If nothing else, maybe it would startle the hunters into leaving. Between himself and the remaining werewolves the hunters were outnumbered now.

[purpledirewolf2019]

Justin Mallark|| 23 years || Hunter
Justin didn't get much sleep. How could he when he was in enemy territory? His enemies being werewolves. Hunting by himself was never a good idea, but Justin felt he cover more ground more quietly if he was on his own. He had been on this hunting trip for few days. Everything he needed was in a backpacking bag, including a small tent, sleeping bag, and some clothes. Being an experienced hunter, he had no need to pack food and he carried his weapon, a compound bow. His quiver hung from his waist since his bag was on his back, and it was filled with arrows. These arrows were special though since the tips were made of pure silver, a werewolf's weakness. He would have liked arrows completely made of silver, but not only were those expensive, the weight of the metal affected the arrow's flight, making them pretty much useless.

As soon as the sun was up, Justin had already packed up his camp and was on his way. His camouflaged outfit helped him blend in a little bit with his surroundings, but he knew that unless he masked his scent and was completely quiet, a werewolf would be able to either hear or scent him. Nonetheless, it was always better to be as cautious as possible. After a few hours of trekking, a howl caught his attention. Even though he wasn't a werewolf, he could sense the distress in the werewolf's call. Must have been the work of some other hunters, but because the wolf had been able to call for help, Justin figured more werewolves would be drawn to that spot so there was no harm in going to investigate.

It took him a little while to reach the spot, but he was sure there would still be wolves there since he had heard more wolves respond to the initial howl. When he eventually reached the commotion, he saw a group of werewolves together and a small group of hunter a little further away. He tried to pick out the one werewolf that had made the initial howl, but he didn't see one that was injured. The last thing he wanted was to get on a fellow hunter's bad side by stealing their kill, but seeing as he couldn't pick that one out, he just took aim at a random wolf in the group. Just as he was releasing the arrow, a loud howl broke his concentration, causing him to flinch and send the arrow over the werewolves' heads. He cursed under his breath as he ducked behind the tree to hide from sight. If the wolves found him, he could be in danger, but he still had the silver arrow tips and a concealed knife with a silver blade as a way to defend himself.

[mr.robot]

Once the chain on his wrist was gone, the wolf curled his hand around it and rubbed furiously. It stung like hell and the healing process would be much, much slower than usual due to the silver and it was going to be more than annoying to try and run with burns around two of your joints. The arrow in his shoulder was another issue, though, and currently it was making his bones ache and his wolf was screaming to be released, to fight, to find the humans and rip them apart but that was not who he was, he desperately didn't want to kill anybody, not ever. "Take it out, I don't care, take it out," Macks was not above begging at this point, especially not when he could feel his insides churning at the thought of being shot at again. The hunters were all around - he could smell them, he could hear the arrows. "They're surrounding us." He raised his head and looked to the tree's, tilting his head until he successfully located the single hunter that had seen his human form.

If Macks was to survive, she was not allowed to. The huntress waited until the two she-wolves had their backs to the male, and then she would drop from her hiding place. Her knife was ready, and Macks looked up again just in time to spot her sailing toward him. He caught her and together they hit the ground, allowing the arrow to shift in his shoulder. Her smile was wide and she was so sure that she had succeeded, but Macks had already acted out of fear, and his clawed fist was buried in her stomach. It took a full minute of stunned silence for her to realise the injury she had, and she only responded to it when Macks' hand twitched. His eyes were wide, he was terrified. He never wanted this. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," His mind was going a hundred miles an hour and he was just praying - just hoping - that one of the she-wolves beside him would take the stunned hunter and dispose of her so that he didn't have to.

[The Alpha]

➳ ☼ Ƙαтняιηє Rєуηα Hαяℓσω ☼ ➳

Age ➳ 20 Years
Gender ➳ Female
Rank ➳ Lone Wolf
Current Form ➳ Human/Wolf
Relationship ➳ Single
Location ➳ Around the other
Werewolves and the hunters
Feeling ➳ Battle-Ready
Tags ➳ Blake, Justin

The icy blue eyes of the red-brown she-wolf suddenly caught sight of white fur and her eyes turned to see the white werewolf moving on the edge of the trees. Kathirne's ears flicked back and she shuffled on her paws; he stuck out like a sore thumb against the dark colors of the trees and should someone look down at him, he would be killed. What was he doing!? A bark almost escaped her throat to warn him to get away until she saw him go behind a bush, instantly somehow hiding himself and then he let out a loud howl that spilt the still air and rang in her ears. Soon after, the whizzing sound of an arrow flew over her head and she eyes darted towards the trees near the white wolf. At first, she couldn't pinpoint where the hunter was until he shifted and her ears caught the sound of his soft footfall on the leaves on the ground. Immediately a growl erupted from her throat and she locked her eyes on the tree the hunter hid behind as the she-wolf started padding forward quietly, stalking around just as quietly behind some smaller bushes to provide just a little bit of cover as she moved closer.

"White furred wolf, watch your surroundings. A hunter is right now to you."She called ahead in her wolfish voice to the light colored wolf, "Don't engage him but keep an eye on him. Just stay there and stay hidden." Her tone was no different than normal; cold, icy, and harsh. It was never warm or inviting which kept most from interacting with her much, but to those who listened to her, they often found that her words were usually the wiser ones. Of course she didn't think of herself as being better than anyone, but she had seen many things in the years she'd traveled alone in the many paths through the wilderness and so she knew what she was talking about when it came to situations like this. She could only hope he'd follow her orders. Otherwise, she'd have to be quick in order to make sure he didn't get killed.

Kathrine finally came around where she could see the hunter's face and she locked her eyes on it, her blue orbs almost glowing because of the color difference between her eyes and her fur. Her lips pulled up into a snarl and she lowered her head a little as she stared at him. She may be what was called a ruthless hunter, but she herself was an chivalrous fighter. She would also NEVER strike first. She came into plain sight for him to see allowing him to make the choice: fight or stand down. Sure, she was angry with all hunters for ruining her family and her past life, but her father's lessons had trained her well to be honorable and fair in battle. Her flicked over to her left as she heard the commotion of the other wolves and the hunter that attack the wounded one but her gaze did not waver. She stood as still as a statue, her eyes boring back at the hunter like the predator she was. The icy irises almost seemed to beg the words 'Try me if you dare...'

[compulsive]

☣ ᴄᴀʟᴜᴍ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ☣

the troubled werewolf

age;; twenty three
sexuality;; straight
relationship;; --

feeling;; rageful, impulsive
location;; the clearing with the werewolves and hunters
other;; .
tags;; werewolves and hunters

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Today was meant to be a peaceful one. The air was cool against one's skin and there was nothing to be heard for miles, besides the sound of birds chirping and small animals playfully chasing each other through the undergrowth. It had been years since Calum had settled on the outskirts of this valley, but he was still memorized by the natural beauty. His father had taught him since they day that he was born to appreciate this and take pride in the woodland he used to call his home. It was a bittersweet memory; ever since his passing it hurt to remember him. It's been over six years, but time has done nothing to lessen the pain his father's laughter or voice brought him. Thankfully, time did work to amend his dark days. Then again, it's easy to control yourself when you're on your own.
Calum followed a worn dirt path that unwinded in front of him. It seemed a little pointless in this part of the valley, considering it was so barren, but it gave him a sense of purpose as he walked on it. Just as he was focusing on a rabbit chasing after his brother and the young man was wondering what it would be like to feel their little necks in between his teeth, a howl pierced the air. The little rabbits froze as still as he did. He was aware of the wolves living here, there was a pack even, but he had never really interacted with the bunch. After leaving his old pack due to his violent behaviors after his father's passing, it seemed wrong to try to join a new pack before he completely worked through his past.
Nevertheless, despite the distance he had been keeping, he could not simply ignore a call like this, because from what he gathered, it sounded like a call for help. With the rumors of hunters in this area, his blood ran cold as he thought of what could be happening on the other side of this call. The idea made him angry, a rage growing inside him at the idea of hunters, but also fear sat at the pit of his stomach, in the back of his mind. So, he did the one thing he always did in these cases.
He shifted.
Of course he was aware of the pain associated with this, as he had done it many times before because that was the only way he knew how to deal with his anger as a teenager. The cracking and rearranging of his bones caused his to let out a yell of pain as the sweat began to drip down his face, the human like noise quickly turning into snarling and growling. There was the possibility he was doing this for nothing, that the call wasn't anything he thought it was, but if a fellow wolf was in trouble, then he was ready. And if it is just some manners of the pack living around this valley, at least he can conceal his human form from them and continue to keep under the radar.
The wolf took a deep breath as he felt his body begin to settle. He remained still for a moment, panting as he adjusted, but there wasn't much time to waste. Calum began to dash in the direction the howl had came from, determined to help the owner of the cry. He arrived on the scene of the hunters and werewolves quickly, and the anger and fear inside of him grew. He stood back from the group, watching, ready to pounce at any given moment. He took notice of the wolf challenging the hunters, admiring her control for a brief moment, for he could not help but snarl at the sight of the humans.

[laila,]

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

Lifting her head, the mismatched wolf inhaled deeply; sniffing the air as the sound of howling once again came to her attention. Her head lowered then, eyes narrowing and a deep growl bubbling in her throat. Wolves.. she thought, sniffing once more before she launched forwards and began bounding through the undergrowth, wind whipped by her ears and sharp branches nipping and grazing parts of her skin as she ran. Quite quickly though, a new smell began flaring at her nostrils and she dug her heels into the earth until she skidded to a stop, glancing around she growled once more and shook out her fur; she knew that smell, she would know it anywhere: hunters.

If there happened to be one thing Kalani hated more than her own kind, it was hunters.

Keeping to the thick scrub, the she-wolf stalked towards the current unfolding situation with her tail swooping the grass back and forth. She wasn't going to turn on her own kind, at least not here, and so she stepped from the scrub and into the clearing where most of the wolves were gathered. Ahead of her a male in his human form was in a bit of a predicament with a female hunter and to her right was a male who seemed to have arrived just before she had. Without thinking, she sprung forward, sinking her teeth into the female hunter's calf, ingnoring the blood that sprayed against her throat and chest, and dragging her away from Macks who seemed more than traumatised at what he had just done. The hunter was surprisingly quiet, maybe suffering from shock? Regardless, Kalani sunk her teeth further into the female's leg and shook her like a dog would with a toy, the hunter made something akin to that of a strangled sob - the only sound Kalani had heard her make so far - until there was a crack, a pop and she suddenly went quiet. Kalani paused, the hunter hanging from her maw as she stared across at Macks with her pupils dilating and then contracting, blood dripping from her chin and coating most of the front of her body. It was a few short moments before she dropped the female at her own paws and licked her lips; she didn't even know these creatures' names, but here she was, and it made her feel something other than crazy.

She dropped her head, nosing at the female's lifeless body as a snarl poured from her throat, she felt no remorse for what she had done. Which made her a whole world away from Macks who was currently shaking about a metre or so away from herself, she glanced sideways at Calum who was already snarling at the humans and then in the other direction at Kathrine before her eyes found their way back to Macks and she stared him down in contemplative silence.

[EmilyB]

Ｌｕｃｉｎｄａ Ｍｏｒｉａｒｔｙ

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 20 years old, Hunter, form xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

tags;; no one
feeling;; powerful

Lucinda never drank. Ever. She was the one at the parties making
sure everyone was alright. Last night, she'd been running around making sure everyone was okay
that she forgot to have a good time herself. Not that she cared. She liked helping others, kind of
like the superheroes in the comics. She was the superhero; and the werewolves were the villans.
Luce could remember sitting outside with her brother, Frederick, when the glint of yellow eyes
reflected the porch light. As her brother emptied the contents of his stomach for the third time
that night, Lucinda pulled her M9 pistol, aimed and fired carelessly in the direction of the creature.
She had heard it yelp, but stagger away. Making sure her brother was okay was all that mattered
to her at that moment - she had only gone to the party because of him; wanting to keep an eye on
him. She was constantly worried something would happen to him. A mean prank or something stupid
like that, because Freddy was too trusting for his own good.

Luce felt a tug on her arm, and she grumbled in annoyance. It was too early. She had only had a few
hours sleep; staying up with her brother, making sure he didn't choke on his own vomit. When the wet
tongue belonging to Kaspar, their dog, started to drag along her arm, the hunter got up. She got a
shower quickly, made herself breakfast and walked outside to the yard. Her horse needed attending to.

By the time Lucinda had prepared the grey mare for the day ahead, Freddy still wasn't up. She quickly
walked into the house and upstairs to his room.
"Something is going on, Freddy. I'll be back soon; take care of the keys," she spoke softly, before
turning back. Once in the courtyard, both her M9 and M911 pistols hanging loosely by both hips, she
mounted and headed towards the forest, firing a few shots into the air to warn the beasts she was
coming.

Ｆｒｅｄｅｒｉｃｋ Ｍｏｒｉａｒｔｙ

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 20 years old, Human, form xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

tags;; the wolves
feeling;; bored

Frederick had enjoyed his time at the party. He could vaguely remember a few
details of the party. The only thing he could completely remember one tiny detail; the girl he had danced with
all night. And not his sister. The girl was hot, too. But Freddy couldn't remember her name. In fact, he couldn't
remember any details that she had given, if any.

Frederick was lounging around in bed when his sister, Lucinda, came in - saying there was trouble with the wolves
and that he needed to take care of the keys. To be honest, this whole wolf business bored him; if anything it had
robbed him of time with his sister. Rolling carelessly out of bed, Frederick made a dash to the en-suite, and held
his head over the toilet. About an hour later, he emerged - wet from the shower. He got dressed quickly, and
started some of the chores. He was happy to see the dog, Kaspar, lying in his bed by the tv. Fred smiled at him,
and the dog's tail started to wag.
"C'mon boy, let's go for a walk," the boy said, going back up the stairs to grab the keys. He didn't know
what they were for, only that whenever his sister went out he had to keep them with him at all times. One
key was tiny, and Frederick frowned. We don't have anything that small to unlock... he thought.
Shrugging it off, he grabbed his trainers and his coat, and with Kaspar beside him, he made his way out of the
house and towards the forest.

Soon enough, the dog and his master were deep in the forest. It was eerily silent, apart from a few birds calling
in the canopy above. As they walked, Freddy noticed that Kaspar was slowing down, and constantly looking around.
Confused, Freddy bent down to look the dog in the eye. But a sudden noise startled him, and the dog raced off.
"Kaspar!" Frederick called, running after the dog. Soon enough he caught him, but froze. Only feet ahead were
a few wolves, and a human lying in pain. Werewolves.... Freddy thought. He started to move backwards, but
Kaspar barked - immediately alerting the wolves to their presence.

[purpledirewolf2019]

Blake Withers || 22 years || Werewolf - wolf form || Tagged: Katherine
Things did not go the way Blake thought they were going to. The hunters he was trying to distract didn't seem interested in his howl, yet anyways. He was about to creep closer when he heard someone talking to him. It was another wolf, a female with reddish-brown fur. Her voice was harsh but she was warning him, or more like telling him what to do since she said there was another hunter nearby. While he was not a big fan of her tone, he decided it was better to do what she said since it seemed she knew where the other hunter was. So, with a small growl of protest, he crouched down lower in his current hiding spot to hide his bright white pelt from sight. His eyes were still watching the small group of hunters he had initially was trying to distract. If they started doing something, he could at least warn the nearby she-wolf of potential danger. He had listened to her walk a little ways off, but not far from where he was. Blake hated not being able to do anything, but unless the other wolf was able to take out the lone hunter, he was trapped between that one, and the small group. To make matters worse if a hunter got close to his hiding spot, they might be able to see him through the bush. From a distance it worked, but up close, he was sure his white fur would be rather noticeable.

Things were rather quiet for a short time, and the white wolf was wondering what the she-wolf was doing. Was she just stalking the hunter, or was she in a stand-off with him or her? Did she need help? He rotated his ears slightly, listening for any clues, when he heard the shots. Gun shots. This was bad. So far the hunters he had seen today had been using arrows. Still a deadly weapon, but it was also possible to pull the arrow out so they could begin healing. Bullets are much more dangerous. Not only did they do more damage, if they got lodged inside one of their bodies, it was more difficult and especially more painful to remove. Before he reacted though, he focused his senses in the direction that the shots had come from. The sounds were faint, but he heard the rhythmic sound of hoofbeats, that he guessed was a horse. It could have been a deer, but with all the howling that had been going on, he was fairly certain the prey animals was long gone. "We've got a mounted hunter with a gun coming right for us." he tried to tell the other nearby wolf, although he was not sure if she heard him or not.

Justin Mallark|| 23 years || Hunter || Tagged: Katherine
There wasn't much time to act. Moving from his spot was out of the question. There was no way he could outrun a werewolf, so he'd have to either scare or fight it off. He had to chose between his knife and his bow, since he couldn't hold the arrow and the bow and arrow at the some time. He just didn't have enough hands. After a quick debate, he pulled out another arrow and nocked it. He was about to draw it back when he heard the leaves crunch quietly. He froze, looking up to see a wolf staring at him with bright blue eyes. It snarled at him, but it didn't make any other moves. That didn't mean it wouldn't though. He was sure any sudden movement he made would make the wolf attack him, including drawing back the arrow or reaching for his knife. Even slow, calm movements could trigger an attack since this wasn't just a regular wolf. He was sure that even if he reached slowly for his knife, the werewolf was smart enough to figure that sort of thing out. So he was left with two options, he could try to get the wolf to back of by threatening it with the silver tipped arrow, or he could stand down and hope it didn't attack him or break any of his stuff.

It was a difficult choice, but he didn't think that this werewolf would be frightened off if Justin waved the arrow at it threateningly. Maybe if he could reach his knife without triggering the wolf he'd have more of a chance to defend himself, but with just an arrow, he didn't think he'd cause more than a minor injury to the wolf, whether it was a cut or a burn. Even if he managed that, it was not likely the wolf would run off. That sort of injury would probably just make it even madder. In the end, he had to back down and hope it would just go away. Without taking his eyes off the wolf, Justin slowly un-nocked the arrow and slid it back into the quiver. He also lowered his bow, but he refused to put it on the ground. He didn't want the wolf to wreck it since he planned on hunting for a meal later that night. Without it he'd be stranded without food or a way of obtaining any. "Happy? Now go away." he spoke in a frustrated voice.

[The Alpha]

➳ ☼ Ƙαтняιηє Rєуηα Hαяℓσω ☼ ➳

Age ➳ 20 Years
Gender ➳ Female
Rank ➳ Lone Wolf
Current Form ➳ Human/Wolf
Relationship ➳ Single
Location ➳ Around the other
Werewolves and the hunters
Feeling ➳ Battle-Ready
Tags ➳ Blake, Justin, Calum

The moment he put away his arrow and dropped his arm that held his bow, Kathrine's lips fell back down over her teeth and she straightened her stance and lifted her ears again to stand neutrally. Her eyes never left him though as she watched for any hostile movements carefully. She would give him the benefit of the doubt because he had dropped his weapon down and wasn't trying to engage in battle with her or anyone else now. However, the she-wolf still had to help the white werewolf that was stuck between him and the other hunters. It was going to be tricky to get him out safely too without losing the ground she had with the hunter now. She knew she didn't have much time either as she too heard the approaching hoofbeats; a sound that she knew well and would have usually brought back memories but she suppressed them now. Kathrine had also noticed the wolf that came out of the woods nearby(Calum) and was standing there snarling at the hunters and she huffed a breath in his direction to get his attention, "Stand back. Don't make the hunter think you're threatening him."

Her natural icy tone nearly froze her own throat as the words escaped her jaws and her ears flicked back as she growled at herself and her own wall of defense; now was not the time to give off the impression of being bitter and hateful. Her ears flicked forward again as she was careful to make the hunter think she was trying something rash and she glanced over at the other wolf for a brief moment before she gaze locked once more on the hunter, "There is another wolf hidden behind the hunter in the brush and he's stuck between him and the other hunters. I am going to try and get him out of there without making the hunter think we're ambushing him. Stand by just in case he does attack but stand down as well. Fight only in defense."

Finally looking away from the hunter for a another brief moment, Kathrine turned her gaze to bushes where the white wolf was hiding and let out a soft bark, lifting her ears like a dog would when waiting for his friend to appear. Her frosted eyes left no question thought that she was no dog, no "harmless" mutt that could be trained to follow a human around aimlessly.

"If you can," The red-brown she-wolf's words rang out to the hiding wolf and she tried to make her tone more sincere but only succeeded in making it sound emotionless, "try and move around him in a wide circle towards us. Let him see you but the moment he does, show him you mean him no harm and then move as quickly as possible away. I'll try to make sure he doesn't do anything drastic in the mean time and distract his thoughts at the same time."

Kathrine knew she had to warn the other wolves about the mounted hunter on its way and it seemed they were having their own troubles too as she heard the rather wild wolf appear and finish off the hunter attacking the injured werewolf that was still in human form. Hopefully, they would hear the horse coming too and would start to move off soon. She also noted the human that had appeared with the dog by his side (Frederick) but she could tell that he wasn't a hunter as she didn't pay him much mind. She glanced around, her eyes switching back to the hunter as emotions swirled like a storm in her blue irises. She swished her tail a little in anxiousness. There was nothing she could do right now as the safety of this other werewolf came first at the moment. Everything else would just have to wait...