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[amarok.]

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[Sleeping With Issues]

Alexa Katia Blake
19
bisexual
hunter
tags;open
crush/mate; open

Alexa nods to his statement, "it really does," a ripple of excitement and happiness goes through her body brought on by her wolf. She could smell everything the cologne he was wearing, the scent of dryer sheets, the fallen leaves from the tree and the bark itself, the crisp fresh water of the small pond lake and the fainter on of the larger one deeper in the woods, "Do you swim?" she asks him again smiling off toward the water everything inside her told her to run and enjoy everything round her the free wilderness of not being within the rule of authority her run for alpha, a frown crosses her face at the thought for a few seconds. Alexa knew she should've been at camp but with all the stress she decided she needed a release, and with that she gave in to instinct running into the trees laughing like a happy child. At one point she nears shifting but quickly gets it under control knowing she couldn't reveal herself to this man the one she was linked to, not until she knew it was a good time.

Luka Adam Blake
19
bisexual
healer/medic
tags; Jason, Mark
crush/mate; open

[/quote]

Luka nods, "good its only the beginning of the hell they're going to get for what they've done," Luka turns at the mention of the memorial by Adam he was disrespecting the former beta and the alpha all at once, the arrogance of it not making Luka happy, "Learn some respect for your fallen alpha," the words come out as a warning growl to Adam, "and do not disrespect Mark either he was once and still is important to this pack do not under mind him!"[/quote][/quote]

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Alexa|☆

Aspat smiled. "I do sometimes." He said as he gazed at her.

Aspat watched as she dashed off and he sped after, dodging easily between the trees, ducking under branches. He'd become swift and natural from years of hunting and working as one with the forest.

He couldn't catch up to her, she was somehow this amazingly fast creature and he admired it. The hunter was fast, his long legs eating up the ground as he dashed throigh the undergrowth.

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: Open|☆

A large black wolf trotted towards one of the small houses tucked away into the forest. Greying muzzle lifted to the air, the last drifts of human scent reached his nose but it was stale and no longer an immediate threat. Sensing that the threat appeared to have passed, the aged wolf shifted into a tall man with equally greying hair. His bushy brows furrowed as he dug into the pockets of his leather jacket to pick out his keys.

Emery had been lurking when strangers entered the forest but had been too late to join the fray and avoid death or, worse, capture. Emery had watched as he packmates were taken down but he couldn't risk being taken from his daughter - not before his time.

Finding his keys, Emery pulled them out by the brown rabbit's foot keyring and inserted the brass key into the lock. It clicked and he made a satisfied grunt as he pushed open the door and stepped into the warmth of his abode. He stamped his feet to remove the snow: a habit drummed into him by his late-wife, Jess.

Emery kicked off the logger boots and padded into the kitchen, took a beer from the fridge before slumping into his chair. He glanced at the phone as if expecting a call from someone. He wanted to know what was going on but daren't go over and be cursed with the image if bloodied pack members that always rembered him of the haunting image of his wife dead in the grass.

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Luka, Mark, Adam, etc
The weak, grey light of dawn was trickling in through the tiny window at the top of the wall, but the atmosphere in the room only appeared to be getting darker.
The pack knew him as the "calm guy who doesn't talk much." Frankly, he doubted he'd said as much in his life as in the last day. But the quarrel became a shouting match and he finally snapped.
Looking up briefly from his patient, he shot his partner and the fighter that was edging increasingly closer to the female on the bed a furious look and gestured after Mark.
"You're gonna just let him walk off like that? Goddamit, why can't you just leave that ungrateful bas- mutt be-" he snapped, pointing to Adam, "and go do something useful! Get a blood transfusion sorted for Skylar - the files are literally right here - or go call Emery and inform him about Emmy or something! Please!"
He let out a grown of frustration and turned his attention to Adam.
"And you! Go and apologise to Mark! If he hadn't been there, then Skylar would've died! He's a hero and you're talking to him like he's dirt on the bottom of your boot!"


(FITE FITE FITE FITE)

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; open
Blair didn't know how long she sat there for, but after what could have been minutes or hours she saw the sun coming up over the horizon and forced herself to stand.
Every bone in her body hurt, and her foreleg was stiff with blood from the knife she'd torn out, even though the wound had sealed itself almost immediately.
Yet nothing hurt more than the tiny body at her feet.
Shd tugged the girl's jacket from the mound of snow it'd been buried under and pulled it gently over the seven year old's face, marked the location and turned to run home, shaking with grief. She didn't want to leave her, but she didn't know what else to do.
Of all the pack - of all the people in the world - why did it have to be Blake?

[Sleeping With Issues]

Alexa Katia Blake
19
bisexual
hunter
tags;open
crush/mate; open

Alexa giggles as he runs behind her, she weaves in between trees seeming to change the deeper she goes into the woods as she lets the overwhelming joy consume her. She also takes in the scents as he runs, the beautiful smells of everything, especially the man who ran behind her. Alexa knew she was a bit fast for him and a bit on the larger side for a werewolf (being a good 5'11) and she was a pure-blood which boosted most things about her. She had a tall agile build with some muscle mass but not to give away what she was, to any normal person it would've seemed she had tall parents and went to the gym a lot, despite all this though she still had the playfulness of a kid at heart despite being controlling and what her pack needs her to be. Alexa reaches the lake quicker than she knows and without thinking food down next to it, she takes in the sights and smells and watches the small fish darting past.

Luka Adam Blake
19
bisexual
healer/medic
tags; Jason, Mark
crush/mate; open

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Luka turns on his pack mate the moment he snapped at him Luka was known for his extreme loyalty and companionship with the former alpha and would tolerate not disrespect from anyone when the topic was brought up, especially when tensions were with high, "you have some respect too quiet boy!" he turns almost in a snarl from where he was still stitching away at Marks arm and making sure his body didn't go into shock from the hypothermia, "and I am doing something useful unlike you snapping over a civil dispute, you want me to do something check yourself first," Luka's words were becoming razor blades he wasn't going to have this especially not from one of the wolves he was fond of, his teammate. He knew he would if it came down to it and right now he didn't see an option and he also didn't see Jason doing much for Skylar either.

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Alexa|☆

Aspat could feel the effects of his earlier fight as he became shorter of breath. Not to mention the growing cramp from running so soon after eating. He saw as she disappeared between the trees and pushed down. The hunter spotted her by the lake. He skids down the bank and slumps next to her, breathing feet as he touched his arm. It felt like he was swinging a bag of bricks from his fingers.

"You're fast." He said, voice hoarse.

He slumped back onto his good hand before sliding down to lie on his back and gaze up at the sky. His plastered arm led across his stomach and his good one plucking at the grass next to him. He rolled his head to look at her.

"How could you run so fast after eating? I feel like I've swallowed a house." He laughed, groaning in exaggeration as he smiled at her.

Sweat dripped down his forehead and he felt feverishly hot as he tried to cool down from the quick burst of exercise.

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: Open|☆

A large black wolf trotted towards one of the small houses tucked away into the forest. Greying muzzle lifted to the air, the last drifts of human scent reached his nose but it was stale and no longer an immediate threat. Sensing that the threat appeared to have passed, the aged wolf shifted into a tall man with equally greying hair. His bushy brows furrowed as he dug into the pockets of his leather jacket to pick out his keys.

Emery had been lurking when strangers entered the forest but had been too late to join the fray and avoid death or, worse, capture. Emery had watched as he packmates were taken down but he couldn't risk being taken from his daughter - not before his time.

Finding his keys, Emery pulled them out by the brown rabbit's foot keyring and inserted the brass key into the lock. It clicked and he made a satisfied grunt as he pushed open the door and stepped into the warmth of his abode. He stamped his feet to remove the snow: a habit drummed into him by his late-wife, Jess.

Emery kicked off the logger boots and padded into the kitchen, took a beer from the fridge before slumping into his chair. He glanced at the phone as if expecting a call from someone. He wanted to know what was going on but daren't go over and be cursed with the image if bloodied pack members that always rembered him of the haunting image of his wife dead in the grass.

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} Alistair. D'arc { Crush } open

Glancing momentarily to D'arcs hand as he reached it back i contiplated for a moment, i knew likely he needed it just as much as i did so, finally i reached up and took his hand within my own, continuing to listen as he went over what we knew, he had a point, this girl showed no actual sign she was the orignal wolf we had seen and she was a great shot, but she wasn't cleaver enough to dodge our attacks, let alone wait for backup so, we now knew her weaknesses, or at least some of them. Glancing from the windshield i had been looking out of, like a second pair of eyes in the conditions none of us were typically used to i looked back to D'arc sighing as i ran my free hand through my hair with a, tired, equally irritated nod "I know sir, nothing we did presented as a threat, not until she made the first move" I agreed before thinking of something "wait sir, if we still have any of her bullets, wouldn't we, in theory be able to run a trace on them and see if the gun she used was registered?" I suggested as i thought back in my mind trying to figure out if i was onto something or speaking complete nonsense. Bitting my lip lightly as i thought back i only tuned back in as i heard him adress me directly, question about the licence plate causing me to glance over at the notepad i had jotted the numbers on for confirmation once more "Yes sir, right here the one from the broken down truck is with us too" I confirmed as i laid my head back on the headrest, arm instinctively wrapping around my own wounds as we passed over the speed bumps to get into the hospital which wasn't too busy due to how small the town was it is located in. As we pulled up to the emergency trauma bay i quickly undid my seat belt and flung my door open "i'll go grab someone, there's no way we can move him ourselves without risking further damage" I informed as i hopped out,
instantly pulling my jacket tighter around me as the winter air greeted me, shutting the door behind me i hurried into the building and as calmly as i could updated them on the situation before returning a few minutes later with a handful of staff in tow.

↩ 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓮 ↪

{ Species } Werewolf { Role } Fighter { Tags } Saturn { Crush } Open
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I hadn't the time to reply back to mark's angry comment before he fled the room,
going into the next and flopping onto the couch as i expelled a heavy sigh, running a hand over my face as i glanced back to skylar though didn't get far when suddenly the healer who was working on the ex beta chimed up, earning my attention to snap to him with my own, low growl " Mark was You're beta, never mine" I firmly pointed out as my gaze now narrowed on him, i wasn't in the mood to put up with the unstableness of others so as i heard then,the typically quite healer snap at not only me, but Luka as well i clenched my jaw, picking up my jacket as i looked at Jason then the fallen beta, and back again about to reply before i was intrupted once more by Luka's sudden outburst, now reacting completely differently as not only was he snapping at Jason who had been nothing but helpful throughout this whole day, but holding a much deeper threat i threw my jacket down and strode over to him, reaching him in no effort at all before i grabbed the medic, pinning him to the nearest wall with my own dangerously low warning growl "I would check yourself before you decide to snap at someone else"I growled to the male, making, and holding eye contact as my gaze narrowed even more, had that even been possible "Now, i highly suggest you find something else to do until you can gather enough strength to pull yourself together" I added, growl still evident as i held him there for a few minutes more, daring him to say anything else before letting him go. Watching him i finally turned and stalked back to the bed i had previously been appointed and grabbed my jacket with a death like grip before looking to Jason, expression slightly calmer by no means happy as i looked at our beta one more time "If you need me, or she wakes up, call"I simply grumbled before stalking out of the room, slowing my pace as i passed mark, had i been shifted my hackles still would have been arisen "My apologies for my behavior,
this doesn't mean i respect you, want my respect? earn it" I murmured as i passed him, stopping as i reached the door only to open it before letting it slam behind me. Glancing around the land before the pack house i let out another frustrated growl before shifting, a momentarily sharp yelp sounding as my still not completely healed wounds shifted to lay upon the dark hued canine,
once i could open my eyes and adjusted to the pain i darted off, ears pinned upon my crown as i darted through the woods heading unknowingly towards Blair

[Crono]

Mark Holloway ~ Male ~ Thirty-Three ~ Werewolf ~ Loner/Former-Beta
Location: Skylar's Home/Living Room ~ Tags: Adam

Mark had seated himself on the couch so that he could keep his body heat trapped within the foil blanket. Head and neck were the only visible skin shown. Even after he'd gone he could still hear them arguing, so taking his leave hadn't had the effect he'd intended sadly. They were all young, so maybe he shouldn't have assumed much else. Luka was trying to stick up for him, this Adam was hearing none of it, and Jason was clearly done with the both of them. Mark remembered a time when this kind of crap wouldn't have been tolerated, but from what he could see the pack was fractured and hurting. And Skylar's crazy antics were only making things worse. Mark had really hoped she'd have matured since taking the Beta position, but to react in such a way, even in the aftermath of her loved ones deaths.

Then again who was he to judge? He'd been the one who couldn't handle life after he lost the right to be Beta then took off. Mark exhaled a deep sigh, slightly shaky from the cold. Vaguely aware of the fact that footsteps were heading his direction though he didn't look over his shoulder. Adam came into view, speaking as he passed the couch. "Don't worry about it kid." He'd replied simply at the apology and the claim that he had to earn the respect. It was ironic that he'd just finished dodging bullets and walked through freezing waters to bring their Beta back, but he wanted more. Mark shook his head once Adam was gone, not bothered with earning anyone's respect currently as it was.

[amarok.]

Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Aurora
In a sudden flash of movement, Teddy threw himself under the truck, a heartbeat before the beast struck, and wedged himself in the centre, light-headed at the speed at which he'd moved and the cunning of the manoeuvre. He could only see the great black paws of the creature, easily visible against the snow, but he decided he didn't need to.
There was no way in hell that this monster, however strong it appeared to be, could move a seven-thousand-pound truck. His team leader would be proud.
Ha! Take that, you filthy mutt!
Dragging the rifle, which had somehow fallen conveniently close enough for him to hook with a foot, underneath the red pickup, he tucked himself up into a ball and focused on trying to breath in the tight space.
Yeah! Come at me now if you're dumb enough to try!

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Kat
Rian just shook his head, squeezing her hand gently. He could feel her pulse through the skin on her hands. It was comforting.
"No. If you're talking about ballistic fingerprinting, then we can only confirm that a bullet was fired from a certain gun. I.e, we need the gun she shot us with. But a good thought, anyway, Kat."
He let himself fall silent for the rest of the drive, releasing her hand and moving to unclip himself the moment he pulled up into the emergency bay but, as always, Kat was faster.
He swung himself out anyway and, increasingly conscious of the stinging wound on his upper arm, he pulled the passenger door open and helped the first staff member fo reach them to hoist Alastair onto a gurney.
As they took over, and began to move him towards what he assumed would be the emergency theatre, D'Arc stayed with his semi-conscious troop until the double doors closed and he was left alone in the hallway, with the sinking feeling that they might not have done enough.

(D'Arc meant removing the actual plates from the truck, hon. :p)

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Adam, Mark, Luka, etc.
He didn't respond for a minute, stalking past the assembled wolves to the adjacent storeroom and crouching to dig in the cooler for the units of artificial blood they kept for emergencies like this one.
Strictly speaking, hemopure was only cleared for veterinary practice, but if it worked for dogs, then ig worked for werewolves.
He'd have rather used real blood, but that clearly wasn't going to be an option.
Transfusion equipment in hand, he jogged back to Skylar's side and began readying the procedure, now trying to ignore the fact his teammate was pinned up against the wall by Adam.
Then, glancing up in response to the statement directed at him, he only tried to smile encouragingly.
He couldn't find the heart to tell Adam the more likely outcome.
"Will do, buddy."

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Mark
Emmelene stepped back from the wall, dropped the glass into the kitchen sink and ducked out of the room, walking as quickly as she could to the living room and poking her head around the doorframe.
"Uh, you want me to go and check the attic for some fresh clothes? I don't know, there should be some that'll fit. I'm going up there to get some for myself anyway. These ones are wrecked. Pity, really. It's a nice sweater."
She shook her head at the sound of the shouting in the infirmary, and the barking of the dog trying to get back inside, and sighed.
"I have literally never heard those two argue before, I swear to god. Seriously, they need to just get over themselves."

(Ew, writer's block. I'll get a post for Blair up as soon as I work out what to write.)

[hellb0und]

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name. // aurora lane. x ➴ x gender. // female. x ➴ x species. // werewolf x ➴ x rank // fighter. x ➴ x tags. // theo.
“𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.”

Just as my fangs nearly locked around his throat, he rolled under the towering vehicle. A low huff of vexation passed through my chops, dammit! I threw myself against the pickup, though had seemingly met my match. There was no way in hell I'd be capable of moving this thing, especially all on my own. After one more good shove, I confirmed my taste for blood wasn't going to be fulfilled today. I stared down at the bloodstained snow, a thin coat of red settling over the thick white blanket. My crooks glistening due to the red liquid. By now, he'd surely had a much stronger weapon. More than a puny blade. Snapping my jaws one last time in warning, telling whoever this hunter was that they hadn't seen the last of me, I escaped back into the open arms of the woods. Outstretched limbs of trees trying to break my rapid movements. My ears were still flattened against my cranium, yet I listened carefully for the rumbling sound of tires against gravel and dirt. With no sign, my oculars that still seethed with rage made a vigilant scan over the wooded area. Checking for possible, unforeseen onlookers. Finally, I maneuvered my way back to the beta's house. Ivories bore, ready to kill anyone who dares step in my way. I swore under my breath violently, approaching the front door silently. Yet contemplating going in.