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

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Just as the minuscule wolf barked out a reply to Valerie, he realized more wolves and hunters had hastily entered the clearing - enraptured by the commotion. Since his previous pack, more than seven months ago, he had lived a life of solitude in the wilderness and taken to living as a full time wolf. He had avoided interactions with anyone outside of being audacious a handful of times to trespass into the far town more than half an hour away taking advantage of his doglike appearance late at night to brazenly scramble among the dumpsters during the lower moments of his life where starvation clung at his skeleton, due to this he almost felt an awkward presence to the atmosphere being among not only so many wolves, but humans. A scent caught his nose, domestic. Both humanlike and both wolf like, and he realized there was a dog.

Fur, tousled and short, lowered only just on his back as his neck snapped around to take the view of a human - weaponless. Not a hunter. He realized how out of place he must've looked; nearly as though he was a domestic mutt roaming around rather than a fearsome beast that tales had portrayed his species. Then a sharp bark broke the atmosphere, so unlike a lycans and so human tainted and then Andrzej was not the only one alerted of the newcomers. Holding an acute belief in karma, what comes around goes around, he held a distaste for any harm to come to none who had not done something to deserve it, and the anxiousness bubbled up inside of his gut in fear of seeing either the defenseless human or the poor house pooch to get hurt.

It was a kneejerk reaction, he wanted to get the two away from crossfire and he did the first thing he thought he could do to succeed in that. With a mouth full of jowl rather than teeth and soft paws, as though he were a puppy in tousle with one of his siblings, he charged into the dog with the fleeting prayer that he didn't actually hurt the golden canine. Scare the dog, scare the human - get them out of the image and if anything have the other weres believe that he was going to handle the newcomers rather than charging in with teeth and claws.

He snarled out, hoping in the least that the dog could get the message from his tone, Step out, best not stick your noses where it doesn't belong or you risk getting hurt!

[purpledirewolf2019]

Blake Withers || 22 years || Werewolf - wolf form || Tagged: Katherine
There weren't a lot of things that made Blake nervous. Sure, hunters were a problem, but he had always tackled those problems head on. He couldn't see what was happening with the reddish brown wolf and hunter close by, but that was not what he was nervous about. The mounted hunter was getting closer. If they got too close, there very well could be many casualties. They may or may not be able to outrun the horse, but his bet was that they wouldn't be able too, which meant if it came down to a chase, all the hunter would have to do was aim properly to pick them off. That was unless they could get the hunter off the horse, but that would be challenging. The safest thing to do would be to leave before the hunter got there, but first they'd have to get away from these hunters.

Blake flicked his ears when he heard the other wolf's voice again. She was talking to another wolf, telling him to stand down and keep an eye on the hunter. He guessed that the hunter was trapped or stood down in some way. When she spoke again, she was talking to him. The white wolf was hesitant to come out of his hiding spot with the hunter still there, but as long as there was no immediate threat, he guessed it was this hunter or the mounted one. So, following the she-wolf's directions he very slowly made his way out of the bush. He locked his eyes on the hunter with his ear back, but not in an aggressive or threatening way but to show he was being wary. His movements were slow, despite the fact that his instincts were yelling at him to make a run for a more sheltered spot. Just one paw after the other, he padded over to the other wolves, making sure to give the hunter a wide berth. When he was finally next to the she-wolf, he nosed her shoulder as a quick thanks before turning his attention back to the hunter. "We need to get out of here. What do we do with him?" he asked her.

[EmilyB]

Ｌｕｃｉｎｄａ Ｍｏｒｉａｒｔｙ

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 20 years old, Hunter, form xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

tags;; no one
feeling;; excited

The rhythmic thudding of Lucky Penny's hooves echoed in Luce's head. The
mare was excited, almost as excited as her mistress. Lucinda kept her eyes open as they horse and rider
made their way towards the wolves. The hoofbeats would almost certainly be heard now, so Lucinda kicked
the mare on before she lost the beasts...

Ｆｒｅｄｅｒｉｃｋ Ｍｏｒｉａｒｔｙ

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 20 years old, Human, form xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

tags;; the wolves, andrzej
feeling;; worried

Freddy had been watching the scene - the werewolf in wolf form swarmed by lycans in wolf
form and the hunters. He was overcome with strong hate for the hunters. He couldn't understand why anyone would want to hurt
these creatures - they were just like humans. Clenching his fists in frustration, Frederick tried to figure out what he could do.
Suddenly, one of the wolves ran at Kaspar. Frederick could understand why, after all - they were intruding.
"Sorry, my friend, we'll be going," Freddy said to the werewolf. He then heard the gun shots. Lucinda... he thought.
Turning to the wolf again, he knelt down so he was eye level with it.
"You're probably already aware of this, but a mounted rider is headed this way. She's my sister, Lucinda, and she never
misses a shot. Please, get everyone out before she arrives!" he spoke in a rushed way. Although he knew he shouldn't get involved, he didn't want anything happening to the werewolves. That was when he remembered the keys. One of which he knew
would open a cabin in the woods. It used to be the place where Luce kept all her equipment - including Lucky Penny's tack and
spare weapons in case she lost hers. It had since been emptied, and although it wasn't big, it may be enough to hide the sick
werewolf. Hurridly, Fred pulled the key off of the key chain.
"This opens a door for a cabin in the woods - it used to hold all my sister's hunting equipment, but she's emptied it. Take the
injured werewolf or the hunters up there if you can, I'll be happy to help you move them. But we'll have to be quick, my sister
can't be too far away, and her horse is fast.".

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male }{ nineteen }{ werewolf, wolf form }{ tagged; frederick, macks

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At first, once he promptly bowled off of the dog who'd tuck his ears back and tail between it's legs, casting a sideways glance to it's owner - clearly undyingly loyal to the point where he'd take death over leaving him vulnerable - he nearly toppled and landed on his side before righting himself with at least a little grace left in his body. Dizzy at first, he shook his small head - yet still massive next to the dog, - to clear the weight clinging desperately at his mind. Opening his eyes after eluding enough of the vertigo, his tan - near silver, - eyes came face to the human, and his instinct was to bristle, the wolf in him immediately distrusting but he quelled the guard hairs along his back down once more.

His ears pinned back and his haunches lowered slightly to the ground as he took a step back, then unsure of the man holding it's ground without an ounce of fear in his eyes; perhaps a level of respect? His rat-like tail brushed against the ground as the muscles in his back quivered in tension and his head cocked slightly to the right; only just. He could hear the others behind him and his first instinct was to protect the others of his kind, the blood in his veins tainted with the years of his ancestors avoiding and hating these creatures, but he found it within him to hold his ground rather than to lash out.

Then; the man opened his mouth and the first thing out was an apology and his ears instantly shot up, head cocking even further to the side in confusion. His message had gotten across; despite this he didn't immediately take his dog and leave, rather he continued talking much to Andrzejs' incredulity, and Andzrej found himself straightening out and staring into the mans eyes as he knelt and listening carefully, skeptically.

Shock wedged itself in his bones as he heard what the other was saying; yes, he felt the thunder of the hooves in the ground and the panic rising to his throat at the thought of a hunter not even just on foot, but on a half a ton animal, reaching steady speeds of what wolves could only achieve in short incremental bursts; but the shock was from the fact that he was helping them - and apparently helping them away from his alleged sister. Distrust instantaneously shot up in him hearing that he was her brother, a hunters brother! Why would he help them - it could be a trap?

Despite all of this, he not only felt the pounding in the furs in his ear but in the ground in steady pounds, and he knew the time was running out with each passing second... Brazenly, he barked out in agreement, but the flashing in his eyes dictating I'll crush your throat if this is a lie. A small wolf like him would be incapable of dragging out the injured were by himself so he nudged the other a few before turning top and tail to delve into where the fellow submissive lay, white face turning over his shoulder in a way of asking to help - no, rather, demanding of help with the other before plunging into the underbrush and using his nose to locate the others.

[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, Calum, Andrzej,
Kalani, Charlotte, Macks

The she wolf huffed lightly as the white werewolf came safely around to her and the other wolf, glad that she didn't have to attack. Now her heart leaped as the next problem came into affect. The mounted hunter was fast approaching and so her mind and began playing out the possible scenarios to come. They could possibly get away before they got here but that would mean they would have leave now and be quick about it. She'd shoot for that outcome but she also began devising a plan to deal with her should she give chase. Kathrine was planning on going for the horse; not attack but intimidating. She knew well that no matter how well a creature has been trained, all animals would return to their natural instincts if threatened. Horses were flight animals, especially against wolves and that turned the tables in her favor but she'd still have to be skilled about it.

This wasn't the first time she'd been this kind of situation either which also gave her a little bit more of an advantage. As her mind processed this thoughts, she looked once more to the hunter and narrowed her eyes before she addressed the white wolf, "We leave him and hope that our exchange was enough to so that we don't want any trouble," Kathrine then dipped her head to the hunter, her eyes turned to the ground as a thank you, "But keep your wits about you though just in case he gets too nervous again." Then she took two steps back and turned towards the little group surrounding the injured wolf in human form, beckoning the two with her to follow her. Kathrine then ran over to the group, looking over the wolf's injuries and the two other girls in human form with him as well as the two wolves standing nearby. Someone would have to carry the injured male on their back if they were going to get away quick enough. That would also mean the two other still human form would need to shift. Kathrine also gazed over at the wolf covered in the hunter's blood. She'd leave a trail if they didn't get cleaned off of her. She made a note to find a stream or small river deep enough for them to pass through to get that trail of blood off.

The wilder wolf(Kalani) alerted Kathrine a little and she acknowledged that she had to keep an eye on her. Until proven wrong, she would trust that she was in a enough of a sound mind to not attack any of them while there were hunters around but she was unsure what she would do when those hunters were gone. For now though, she dipped her head to her to show her respect in hopes that she would not have to fight off one of her own kind today. Kathrine looked to the other wolves gathered there as she lifted her head, "We haven't much time before the mounted hunter gets here. We need to act fast." She looked up at the girl( Charlotte), "Can you shift and possibly carry the injured? We will be too slow on only two feet to get away." She then looked at the white wolf and the other she'd spoken to earlier(Blake and Calum), "I'd like to ask one of you to help with the injured to make sure he gets out safely while the other stays back with me in case the hunter gives chase." Her gaze then shifted to the injured werewolf in human form(Macks), "Correct me if I am wrong, but you seem to live and roam this area. If this is true, where is the safest place to go from here to get away from the hunters."

[compulsive]

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location;; the clearing .......form;; wolf .......tags;; katherine, blake .......ooc;; new coding c:

the call of the wolf before the hunter's caught his attention, and he quickly realized she was speaking to him. of course, the last thing on his mind was to come in peacefully and bow down to these hunters to beg for mercy, but he knew that was the old version of himself talking, the version of him that did not know control. fortunately, he has grew since then and he understood that one of his own missteps could put all of the wolves in even more risk and he was not willing to put them in more danger because of his own rash behavior. calum paused for a moment, glancing between the wolf who was guiding him and the imposing hunter before taking action. as cautiously as he could, making certain to not make any movements that were too sudden, he did exactly as he was told. he circled around the hunter, but moving towards her and the rest of the wolves. his tail was low, plastered against his back leg, and his ears were pinned back. calum let his head hang low, and as soon as the hunter saw him, he let out a soft whimper to further assure the human that he was of no threat. it was a hard act for him to display such submission to a hunter, but he knew that this was dangerous situation. he made his way to the red-brown wolf, completing his circle by stopping a couple of feet beside her. calum looked to her, as if waiting for her further direction. he generally didn't take orders from others, but he knew based on past experiences, it was best if he didn't take the lead on a situation like this. the rage buried in the pit of his belly would boil to the surface: not a pretty picture for anyone. as she spoke of helping the injured, he glanced back at the other wolf she was addressing (blake), hoping he would step up. calum did not want to shift back to his human form, not quite yet.

[purpledirewolf2019]

Blake Withers || 22 years || Werewolf - wolf form || Tagged: Katherine
Blake could not say he was happy about just leaving the hunter, but he was not the one in charge of the situation. If the female thought that the hunter was no longer a threat, than he had to switch his attention to the new threat. When their small group relocated to where the other small group was, Blake stared at the hunter one last time before following the female. The new scene was not exactly a pretty one. There was a dead female hunter, a bloody wolf and the injured wolf in human form, plus a few other females werewolves. The first thing he did was approach the injured one. He looked like he was going through a rough time, physically and mentally. That was when Blake noticed the burn mark on the guy's wrist, and it didn't look good. He also noticed that there was a chain still around the guy's ankle, and he was able to put two and two together. "I can carry him, but that chain on his ankle needs to be removed first or I could get burned too. We can take care of the arrow when we are safer." he said.

Just then, he heard a new voice. Perking his ears, he looked around to see a human. One good sniff told him that this human wasn't a hunter. There was already a werewolf with this human, but Blake had an idea. "Maybe that human can remove the anklet." he said. He didn't really wait for the other's approval before going over to the human. As he got closer, he lowered his head in a more submissive way, to show he was not a threat. His movements were slow, just like when he was moving around the hunter, and when he was close enough, he whined a little bit, turning his head to look at his injured companion and then back at the human. He didn't have much time, so he hoped the human understood what he was asking.

Justin Mallark|| 23 years || Hunter || Tagged: Open
Everything seemed to move slowly for Justin. At the moment, he was pretty much defenseless against the werewolf who had found where he was hiding. The werewolf dropped it's aggressive stance when he lowered his bow, but he didn't trust it. He knew how vicious those creatures were. To make matters worse, one werewolf turned into two, and then soon after that, three. Three werewolves that, even though were showing non-threatening postures and behaviors, were watching him. He tried to remain still because he knew any movement he made could trigger the wolves to attack him. If he had to guess, they trusted him about as much as he trusted them, very little. He must have lucked out though, because the three wolves soon moved on, even though he got some glances. As soon as he was sure they weren't going to come back for him, he exhaled in relief. He had been hunting for a while, and he had only heard of a few cases where hunters weren't killed when they got caught in situations like this. So, because of this, he quickly started walking in the opposite direction the wolves did. He knew when he was beat. If he tried to hunt them again right now, they would probably kill him, since he was heavily outnumbered. No, he just had to get some distance from them for now, maybe try again later, when he could maybe pick off a lone wolf.

[EmilyB]

Ｆｒｅｄｅｒｉｃｋ Ｍｏｒｉａｒｔｙ

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 20 years old, Human, form xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

tags;; the wolves in general
feeling;; worried

Frederick's interaction with the wolf stopped when he scampered back to the others. The boy released his breath - until
then, he hadn't realized he had been holding it back. This is my chance to show them we're not all bad... That just because
I'm the brother of a hunter doesn't mean I'm a threat... he thought to himself, as he stood back up; brushing leaf litter and
dirt off of his jeans. Just as he was going to follow the small male werewolf (Andrzej), another male arrived - moving slowly
and lowering his head to show he wasn't a threat. For a moment, Freddy could see the human behind those wolf eye. He was risking everything to get Freddy's support - urgency flashed in his eyes as he looked at the werewolf in human form (Macks). Freddy
could see that there was a silver anklet around his ankle, and immediately knew that his sister had something to do with this. These cruel torture bracelets and anklets were a new way of destroying the wolves; causing them physical pain, so that when
they shot their various weapons at them, they were too distracted to defend themselves. Frederick looked at the wolf (Blake)
and gave a small nod; moving to the werewolf, the keys jangling in his hand. Gently, he walked through the wolves.
"I'm here to help him," Freddy spoke carefully - gesturing to the injured werewolf. When he reached his side, the boy just
looked at him in pity.
"Can... Can I look at that?" Freddy asked first, not wanting the werewolf to distrust him, or move and injure himself anymore.

[laila,]

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

It felt normal to her, to be blood-stained and wild-eyed, but the way the others stared at her threw her somewhat, it was like they'd never seen anyone of her sort; she instantly straightened up, making herself appear a tiny bit larger as she took in their situation. There came no flinch at the sound of gunshots or hoofbeats, which was not uncommon for herself, the human however quite quickly pipped at her attention and she soon found herself considering approaching him. For the moment she was standing quiet, dead hunter by her feet and wondering whether a game of chase with the approaching horse would be of benefit to her, it would certainly be entertaining for her but she wasn't partial to being kicked in the face, especially by a horse. If there was nothing left for her to kill here she would soon be departing, taking what was left of the hunter with her and leaving the wolves to look after themselves because despite her desire to slaughter them all they seemed to have banded together and there was no way she could fight this many wolves at once; she had no wish to stay here, other than to know the fate of the boy [Macks], but that could wait.

If Kalani had planned on taking her leave at all, those thoughts were soon banished at the arrival of three more wolves into the clearing, her eyes focused on the white wolf first, for his fur caught her eyes, then the second male before her eyes found Katherine; she studied her for a moment, considering her and considering the way the others followed her orders. She flicked her tail impatiently, assessing her as Katherine looked to the others first, only to tilt her head the tiniest fraction when Katherine stared back at her. The two remained staring at each other for a short moment, Katherine appearing to be considering something before she respectfully dipped her head and turned her attention back to the others. Kalani's eyes remained on her for a second, licking her maw as she considered the other female before shaking out her fur and dropping her head to pick up the hunter.

Attempting not to disturb the pack meeting, Kalani lifted her head and carried the hunter to a bush that would be out of the hunter's [Lucinda's] line of view as she approached the clearing. The she-wolf dragged the dead-weight out of sight and then circled around to the front of the scrub, staring at her handiwork with a swoosh of her tail, at least this way there wouldn't be any unnecessary resentment towards herself or the others. She remained by the shrub, staring through the forest hoping to catch a glimpse of either horse or rider, or just something that she could chase. Lifting her back foot, she balanced on three legs and scratched behind her ear, tongue lolling from the side of her mouth until she set her paw back on the floor; at this point her mind was racing considerably quickly, and it was making her uneasy. With a gruff 'hmph' she turned on her heel and trotted back to the clearing, upon approach she saw the human with the others and decided to keep back. If they weren't a pack, they certainly acted like one.

[mr.robot]

macks - male - werewolf - tagged; p much everyone

There was so much happening. The huntress on his arm was just sinking further down and he could've sworn that the tips of his nails had just grazed her spine, no matter how impossible that was. Then, she was off of his arm, his once 'clean' arm was now dripping with red and there was so much, so much, so much- White noise. There was everything and then there was nothing, Macks had squeezed his eyes shut and slammed his hands over his ears, fighting desperately not to shift whilst still baring an arrow in his shoulder and a chain on him. The wolf was bouncing off of the inside of his skull, ricocheting across the corners of his mind, screaming at the backs of his eyes to be freed. If it was free, he could run. He could run and he would be safe, that's what mattered, right? That's all that mattered, safety and surviving. The surrounding noise muffled by his hands allowed him the mere seconds of thought that he needed to collect himself. A thousand scenarios rushed through his imagination before he removed his hands from his ears and finally opened his eyes - making direct eye contact with Kalani.

She had slain the hunter, and he should have been grateful. Instead he was mortified that she could have done so that quickly. True, if he was panicked enough to do so he more than likely would've killed the hunter himself, but she was already dead and there was no rectifying that horror. Nothing more could be done, so his attention turned to the wolf addressing him. The deep drum of hooves bounced through his ears, making his teeth chatter ever so slightly. "There's... There's a, uh,-" There was a human, and he was speaking. The cabin - of course! "The human's right, there's a cabin. I've been there a few times, the only scent there is mine. I watched it for a few days and there was no activity - its either that or a five mile run to the mountains... your call." Everything seemed to have a solution here, and that was good. Yes, good. The threat of death was ebbing away and although Macks was every bit as scared as he had been initially, the anxiety attack had faded and the wolf seemed a lot more sure in himself...

... until the human approached, that is. He raised one arm over his chest, palm turned outward. He would happily strike this human if need be - his claws were there, they were ready, enough of a warning, he thought. "If you can take it off, I'd really appreciate it. We wont kill you." For the first time in his life, Macks was relaying an order to the wolves. They were not his wolves by any means, no wolf would be his to control, he wasn't stable enough to have such a title, but he would need this humans trust and if he did him a favor, one would be returned. "I'm really - I'm sorry, I just, the horse, I can, I can hear it." Panic was rising in his throat again and you didn't have to be an animal to notice. To the wolves, Macks would reek of fear and pain, but it was entirely possible that this was masked by blood. The only thing that was keeping him somewhat calm was the presence of a dog. He liked them, even though most of them hated him. They were always so happy... what he wouldn't give for that.