ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ | ᴏ/ᴀ

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Blair

xxxxDanny kept his gaze resting between the two other men in his vision before turning his head swiftly to the rustling outside. It didn't surprise him when Adam strode in, though he did curl his lip in the slightest display of what could be described as a 'perplexed' reaction. There wasn't any time for grand entrances, and the medic could only shake his head slightly before focusing on the saltier scent coating the other werewolf. Regardless of all the trouble that the hunters tended to cause for them, he couldn't help but let a pang of worry run through his veins. He was a medic, a healer, and he was willing to help anybody, regardless of who they were. Although he didn't get any traces of the hunter's blood, he still was distraught with the high levels of unease that he caught. Alas, he forced his instincts down as he observed Adam moving around the room. Despite his reaction to the extra entrance, he still gave the other wolf a nod of respect.
xxAdjusting his glasses again out of anxious habit, he turned towards Blair that had been nudged towards him. His brown eyes settled on the wound on her arm, a clicking sound residing in his throat from his tongue against his teeth. He narrowed his eyes slightly as he gently gripped her arm, inspecting the wound closely. He made a soft humming sound at the wound, using one hand to gently rub at the wound with his thumb; eyes scanning Blair's face for any reaction. The wound had definitely closed up a bit, thanks to the mutated genes running through each of their bodies, but he wasn't exactly positive that it was entirely 'healed' as of the yet. "I can see that there isn't any open wound anymore, but I'm still going to clean it and bandage it, if you're alright with that? I don't want to risk you moving your arm in the wrong way and reopening the wound without a covering on it."
xxxxDanny paused when he noticed the expression on Blair's turned face. She seemed zoned out, to say the least. He paused with one of his hands still gripping her arm gently. "Blair?"

[L U C I F E R]

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

Aspat groaned as he began to wake up. Everything hurt and his body shook with fever. He felt cold yet he was boiling hot. His jead pounded and he pushed a hand up to touch his forehead to find it hot and sticky with blood. He blinked and groaned as he pushed himself into a sitting position bit huge vertigo wracked his body and he slumped back against a cold stone wall.

He blinked and looked around. He was in a...cell? He squinted and patted himself down in search of his knife d was glad to find his silver blade still in his breast pocket.

Aspat suddenly felt very dizzy again and tired to push himself to stand but wasn't able to so instead leant over and threw up next to where he was stuck sitting. The smell was awful and his arm began to sting with an awful pain. He must have leant on it then when he was throwing up. He screamed out loud as the fractured bones could be heard clocking as he brought the cracked cast up to his chest. Uncontrollable tears rolled down his cheeks at the shocking pain.

"Hey!" He called out, not sure where he was or if anyone was listening, His senses overwhelmed by the smell of his own blood and sick. "Help me!" He growled desperately.

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: Jason, Blair, anyone near there|☆

Emery furrowed his brow and nodded. "I thought as much." He hummed, rubbing his bearded chin with the back of his hand.

"Did you smell it?" He asked.

[amarok.]

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Danny, Emery, infirmary
She had no idea of how to respond to Emery's question. All she could smell was the reek of the sickness that preceded the change, and the underlying scent that was putting her defensive instincts into overdrive. Not Pack. Not Pack.
Even Mark, two years estranged, still smelled faintly of Pack. Of home, and safety. That lingering scent that marked each and every one of the group. But to try to articulate that she thought they should kill off a man who was probably no more than a victim himself, just because he smelt off, and sound sane was not a task she was up to.
She shot Emery a pained glance and returned her gaze to Danny, who - unfortunately - had noticed her lack of attention. From the looks of things, not a lot got past him.
She dimly wondered if he'd also heard the cries coming from the basement.
Snapping back to reality, the female just nodded quickly, making an educated guess at what he'd been saying and trying to look grateful.
"Yeah, that's fine. Thank you." Blair bit her lip as Danny brushed his fingers across a particularly sore spot, but somehow managed to not flinch as the medic continued to hold her arm. Well, that was something, at least. She'd come across as weak enough today, without whining about a vaguely minor wound.
"Uh... Do you want me to sit down while you do that or am I okay to just stand here?"

[azhefa.]

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eva ● 23-years ● loner ● single
offspring; malakai [mika]
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the warmth of the store brought a sigh from eva's lips as door swings open to allow her entrance. she can't wait to get home and relax in her big stuffed arm chair. the she-wolf grabs a cart from the rack in the front of the store and puts her bag into the child seat and digs out her shopping list before heading for the first aisle. luckily for her, there weren't very many humans milling about the store and there didn't seem to be any of the ones that cause scenes for the hell of it either. most of what is on her list was readily available on the shelves, but there were a few that weren't anywhere to be found and it makes her chew her lip in uncertainty. talking to strangers, especially humans was always nerve-racking. after finding another item on her list to be missing from the shelves, eva has to suck it up and seek out a clerk for help. as it turns out, the items had simply been moved around which was both frustrating and a big relief.

just as she was finishing up with her shopping, mika starts getting fussy. unlike most babies, he doesn't start screaming or crying when hungry, he just starts small whimpers like a pup. the sounds were too soft for human ears, but were easily picked up by eva's much more sensitive ones. she murmurs softly in french to her son as she quickly puts together a bottle right in the middle of the store aisle. this wasn't the first, nor the last, time she's had to make a quick bottle in odd places. as she was shaking the mixture together in bottle, eva wasn't paying attention to what's going on behind her and is almost bumped into by a man walking down the same aisle. she almost drops the bottle, but grips it tighter right before she she could. "mon dieu!" she exclaims sofly, not wanting to startle her child with her own spook. eva holds her free hand over her son and takes a deep breath to calm her spiked heart rate as she flashes theo an apologetic smile. "oh, you've only startled me, we're okay," she tells him, turning a little so more obvious that she wasn't alone. the baby gives a soft cry at the sound of his mother's voice, his previous soft whines not getting what he wanted.

eva whispers to mika in their native french as she always does and quickly finishes shaking the bottle before popping it into the hungry baby's mouth. the mother gives theo another apologetic smile as she gets her son settled into eating. "i really am sorry, i didn't hear you coming, i was distracted by this little guy," she half jokes, trying to lighten the mood and lessen her anxiety at having to deal with a human. especially one that looks like he could be military of sorts. eva offers her free hand in greeting as she introduces herself, trying to appear like she wasn't having an internal meltdown. "i'm evangelina, my friends call me eva," she forgets about the fact that she would feel much warmer than usual due to her faster metabolism and healing, mostly because she's wearing fingerless knitted gloves that her grandmother had made for her last year.

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Blair

xxxxThe medic shrugged a little at her question, relaxing at the thought to have her conscious attention. He glanced around the room briefly before gently ushering Blair to a free bench, sitting her down carefully as he released her arm. "I suppose it would be easier for me to have you sitting down, if you don't mind." regardless of his last comment, he wasn't giving the other werewolf any choice. Motioning for Blair to stay where she was seated, he promptly got to work with finding bandages, a clip, saline and some soft cloth to wash the area with. It took him a maximum amount of a couple of minutes to find everything he needed, having mapped out the infirmary like it was a line in his palm. Danny returned in no time with everything he needed bundled up gently in his arms, eyes alert.
xxDanny placed himself next to Blair, shifting to sit facing towards her while he gently grabbed her arm once again. With the cloth wet with saline, he started to cautiously rub at the area, wiping away the dried blood and cleaning the sealed wound to where he could see the scab. "Sorry if this stings a little, it's alright to wince just don't try to pull away or it'll hurt more." he advised softly, giving Blair an almost understanding look as he swabbed at the wound. He wasn't exactly sure how egotistical Blair was, or how much she wanted to seem 'unbreakable' in front of the pack, but he truly wanted the other to know that it was okay to wince or show some kind of reaction to the wound. It wasn't supposed to be an easy, smooth ride; cleaning up a deep cut and bandaging it.
xxxxWith a final, more rough rub, he pulled the bloodied cloth away to look at the cleaned area on Blair's arm. It wasn't open anymore, just swollen and red. Probably sore too, if he wasn't miscalculating how deep the cut was. Nothing rest and, if necessary, antibiotics couldn't fix, along with some careful care. Danny hummed slightly and set the cloth down in his lap to pick up the bandages and start unrolling a section of it, waiting a good bit before deciding to carefully snip the covers with his fangs. "So this is just going to keep dirt and bacteria out, prevent infections, you know the case. Try to keep your bandages clean; I don't know if your wound will pus or bleed anymore, but if this bandage starts graying out, just come to me for a change or change it by yourself if you know how." he spoke softly, eyes following his hands as he started to coil the bandage around Blair's arm. 'You should be fine in a week or two if all goes smoothly." he added, checking his wrapping as to make sure it wasn't too tight or loose. When Danny felt confident in the finished product, he secured the bandage with an elastic clip. "Seriously, take it easy Blair."

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

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

I took D'arcs hand without much of a fuss as i was practcally empty tired of fighting for the night - just generally tired, we all had been up so many crulefully slow hours and the sudden rush of adrenaline didn't help as when it died off the fatigue seemed to hit back twice as hard, i assumed all the emotional hoops we jumped through and tears we shed played a factor so much coffee didn't even really help anymore. Looking away from the truck we were heading too only as i heard his comment i smirked faintly and shook my head "You look fine sir, and are probably one of the best who can look so charming on such little energy" I chimed with a shrug as i ran a hand over my face tiredly "But if you're going to make a fuss i can dye it for you just don't stain anything" I added before
falling back into a comfortable silence the night - well now late morning thankfully quite aside from the passing cars and occasional siren short lived and far apart the town slowly waking up to the new day. As we reached the car i prepared to walk over to my spot in the back, not planning on taking the shot gun seat for obvious painful reasons before being stopped as i didn't hear D'arc open the drivers side but instead the jingle of the keys in the crisp air followed by his offer causing me to spin on my heels and walk back over with a unsure look. Typically D'arc did the driving, had he been with one of us the cars were - like every males, his babies so driving them was a rare event and one typically not turned down but in his current state it was no wonder he didn't want to drive. Nodding as i clicked my tongue i reached out and gently took the keys before looking him over once more "when am i ever not?" I mused before taking my new seat in the drivers spot sticking the keys in the ignition and listening to it roar to life a beautiful sound indeed. Awaiting his arrival i put on my seat belt and backed out of the bay before shifting gears and starting down the road letting the soft sound of the radio fill the cabin before finally speaking up, glancing over to the zombie like D'arc "So, whats the plan chief?" I asked as we continued on, ensuring to go a speed that wouldn't catch anyones attention by still one that would get us home quicker done with being out for the day or perhaps the week.

↩ 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓮 ↪

{ Species } Werewolf { Role } Fighter { Tags } Blair, Aspat{ Crush } Open
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As i listened to the report from the healer i had left the beta in the hands of i nodded, gaze only looking over to the others scattered about the room as i heard their conversations amongst themselves letting my attention linger of Blair and danny a bit longer as i observed the fellow medic fix her up, noticing the younger fighter's gaze linger on the limp body of the guard before i had taken him to the basement though let it go with nothing more then a glance in response.Tuning back into Jason's words as i once more heard the now steady beeping of the monitor i nodded, still silent as i heard him explain we had no blood stored up despite the fact the only member who had any authority over the pack needing a transfusion, badly. Taking in a breath and closing my eyes as i thought over the situation i nodded most of the pack was gone, either dead or fleeing for their lives and the others were injured either physically or mentally with the cause locked in the basement now screaming for help. Reopening my eyes with the same dark work mode gaze i nodded before clenching my jaw and looking over the comotose girl once more and blinking observing her seemingly calm, peaceful state before looking to jason "Who is able to be a donor? let my rephrase, who here can be a donor?" I asked first firm gaze locked upon the male before letting a few minutes pass, awaiting his answer and speaking again as my eyes narrowed in the direction of the basement hearing the ruckus the prisoner continued to make i didn't want to help him, i wanted him to suffer that was no secret but i also wanted answers, i wanted to know what else we could possibly be up against. Scoffing in the direction Aspat remained i then looked back to jason, then skyler bitting my lip momentarily "If i can keep her down while we do it" I began, looking her over as if thinking my next words before now staring my gaze into Jason's own "Can we wake her up for just a minute? we need to find out what she wants done espechially with that damned hunter, not to mention, who she wants in charge until she can take over again" I pointed out as i brushed my hair from my face "We can't do anything without her permission, you know that" I finshed, tone now softer with the male as i swollowed i didn't want to wake her knowing she would likely be in unbearable pain but i also knew we needed guidance we needed orders and she was the only one who could give them until a actual alpha was pointed out that is but i couldn't see that happening any time soon especially with the current events.

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Adam, Danny, Emery, etc.
He looked down at the female with a pained expression on his face. Jay didn't like the idea of waking her up, especially when he wasn't sure he could give her any of the painkillers that would make a dent in the pain. When he knew she wouldn't be in a good state when she did come to; of all of the pack, he didn't want Adam to see Skylar like that. And especially because she would not respond well to being held down. Something told him that she'd be very, very mad when he finally let the female go. But Adam was right. Even if everybody in the room already knew who Skylar would put in charge. If she was coherent enough to do so.
The paramedic moved to remove necessary equipment from a neatly labelled drawer.
"I'll bring her back. She's got a high enough blood volume to survive, for now. That can wait. Danny, if you're done over there, could you start looking through the medical files we've got for somebody with an A or O blood type? Or Emery, heck, either one of you. Please."
He'd always used the Alpha if he needed blood; Steel had had an O- blood type, making him a universal donor. And, as such, he had no idea who else was able to donate to the Beta. Maybe that served him right, for not thinking so far ahead, but nobody - nobody - had seen those heartbreaks coming. Either way, he returned his attention to Adam and the blonde he'd had thrown into his care. Smelling salts would probably work if he gave her something to raise her blood pressure slightly, too.
He found a vial of the pungent crystals in a battered cardboard box and shook it, then shifted the oxygen mask and held them under her nose until the female began to cough heavily.

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Danny, Emery, Adam
Blair let her gaze wander as the healer worked, wincing occasionally as he gently cleaned the entry and exit wounds, trying to ignore the increasingly loud yells from the hunter. She wanted nothing more than to stalk down there and shut him up. For good. He deserved nothing from her or her pack. And she wondered how Jason and Danny could tolerate it so calmly. What was it costing them to gloss over his cries for help?
She winced again as the older male touched a particularly sore patch, taking care to angle her face away from the rest of the pack assembled in the room, biting her lip until the medic had finished. A coppery taste filled her mouth when she finally released it and opened her mouth to thank him.
"Okay. Sure, hon. Thank you." She flexed the arm, testing the security of the dressing - like she actually needed to, considering whose handiwork it was - on impulse and smiling gratefully. "Looks good. So, uh, am I allowed to shift with this on? Or is that a no-no?"
She tucked her hair back over her shoulder and made to stand up, only for her to freeze when Jason's voice and a weak cry of pain reached her ears from across the minute room. They were bringing Skylar back? In that state?
"Dans, I definitely think they might want some help over there," she muttered, under her breath.
To Emery, who had apparently been standing there so stoically for the last few minutes, she just shot a concerned look and rose to her feet, gesturing for him to follow.
"I... I've got some calls to make. Mind showing me how to use the office phone? My cell is dead. And I'm not all that familiar with inter-pack protocol."
It wasn't dead, and she knew he might just guess as much, but she didn't want to stay in that room any longer. And, frankly, the more distance between her and that screaming man in the cellar, the better. She was nervy enough as it was.

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Kat.
He just sighed in response to Kat's compliment. "Charming" was nice and all - certainly, it was helpful in this line of work - but it wasn't the grey hair that was the problem; it was the visual reminder that, for the first time in five years, a job was getting to him. On a personal level. Oh, if it hadn't been personal before, it for sure was personal now.
Werewolves. Who'd have thought it, indeed.
It shouldn't have been possible, but it was. He'd realised that far, far too late.
"Thanks, Kat. Really, I appreciate it."
He waited until she took the keys, then walked around to the other side of the Land Cruiser and hauled himself into the backseat, seating himself opposite Kat and resting his head on the window as the car growled into motion.
"But you know... I think I'll keep it." A morbid reminder to never underestimate his targets again.
"Straight back to base. Call the CO. Eat. Sleep for a week. Kill Ford if he's not already there. Not necessarily in that order."

Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Eva
He laughed genially, gradually turning up the charm when her nervousness registered. He wasn't quite optimistic enough to believe she knew anything about anything, but old habits died hard. Was there even a slim chance she had something to hide? Heck, she might know something. She looked local. He had time to spare.
Theo shoved his hands into his hoodie pockets, nonchalant, once he was certain she was okay, and raised his eyebrows slightly in apparent interest.
"Hey, I'm Theodore. Teddy, Theo, whatever floats your boat. Rest of the boys call me Two..." He trailed off at that piece of nostalgia - his fellow troops had indeed called him Two, but it was a name he hadn't heard in over a year. Although times weren't exactly simpler back then, he suddenly felt a pang of homesickness for his old career that he was forced to fake a coughing fit to hide.
"Anyway, nice to meet another friendly face around town. Don't get me wrong, but I swear to god, people are just so jumpy nowadays. I get it, I really do, but it wasn't like this when I was here last."
He held a hand to his chest, over his heart.
"It hurts. Right here."
The hand returned to its place in his pocket, and he retrieved his empty basket from the floor with the other. Then he took the proffered hand as it reached out, barely noting the surprising warmth of the her fingers, and shaking it firmly.
"Anyway anyway, I am really, really sorry for startling you. Are you sure you and the kid are okay?"

Repost for Crono

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Mark
Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Mark
"Hey, if we don't know what to do with it, we dump it here or in one of the barns. If you didn't take everything with you, there'll be something here."
She couldn't remember whether the former beta had lived at the house or on his own - she'd been fifteen, and more interested in the cute boy in he'd maths class than what was going down in the pack at the time, to her mother's despair - but, if what he said was true, she was fairly confident that there's be something suitable.
She tugged open a cardboard box and began to dig through the stuff, finding an acceptable plaid skirt in one box and a pair of black combats she imagined must have belonged to a nine-year-old Skylar. Still, they looked as if they'd fit. A benefit of being five feet tall. After looking between them for a few seconds and remembering the ugly scratches on her legs from where she'd been dragged to safety, she opted for the pants. Not usually her style, but - scratches aside - more fashionably acceptable that the alternative; the pair of flared jeans she'd found underneath them were awful enough to make her shudder. She found an old hoodie that looked as if it might have been Blair's in an adjacent box and, satisfied, she dropped the selected clothes onto a third box and began to take note of the other stuff up there.
Within five minutes, she'd cried out in delight as she found an old photo album, only to cast it aside and pull out an old statuette of a horse. It looked like bronze and weighed a ton, but she hefted the little model up anyway and blew off the dust, all previous purposes for being up there forgotten until she finally saw a box that was labelled in meticulous handwriting as belonging to Mark Holloway. "To sell," another hand had scrawled underneath his name. Probably Blair. It looked like her handwriting.
But, as far as selling the stuff had gone, clearly, nobody ever had. She pushed aside the curiosity that pushed at the corner of her mind and smiled. Lucky for them.

[L U C I F E R]

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

(Aspat is not having a good time He is also basically a werewolf too by now and not tjat popular but he is a universal donor and might be of help. He's currently willing to do anything to get his arm set again. He's a sad boi )

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

Emery had been lost in thought, the hunter's cries filling him with a further rage. He couldn't believe such a disgusting monster had the balls to ask for help! Did he have no idea what he'd done?

Emery snapped out of his trance when Blair spoke to him. He gave her a soft look. He could see through her lie but obliged, nodding.

"The office phone has been being a bit slow recently, you can use my landline." He said with a reassuring smile as he put a large arm over her shoulders and guided her put the door and the house, towards his.

[amarok.]

(Ah, now that is convenient. And really ironic.)

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Emery
She let her friend's dad lead her out of the makeshift infirmary and out of the beta's house, through the woods towards his own. She knew it was close by, just beyond - if not within - the property lines, but she'd never actually been inside. Only past it on a night patrol once or twice, courtesy of Skylar's orders.
"So... Uh, I don't need to use your phone. Mine's fine. Just so you know. That was just the best excuse I could think of for getting out of there. Figured you might appreciate it too?"
The nineteen-year-old shook her head in disgust at the thought of the hunter's shrieking; she just couldn't get it out of her head, even though her vaguely enhanced hearing couldn't even pick it out anymore. With every step, it rung in her ears.
She hoped Adam killed him as slowly and as painfully as possible.
"But I do need to make some calls. Olly, my mom... And if they're going to appoint a new alpha, then we'd better let the rest of the alphaess' kids know too. Let them know about Sky in case they're not already aware. I mean, Sky and Svann have that whole twins Link thing, but I'm not sure it'll work across the Atlantic."
Sighing, she cut off the rambling and redirected the conversation to what she really needed to talk about, now that they were well out of earshot.
"And... Um... Mr Castellanos, that hunter I bit... He's Changing, isn't he? I recognised that smell."
As the oldest in the pack - even older than the Alphas - it'd come naturally to ask him for help. Of all of them, he'd survived the longest. A pack elder, of sorts, if he hadn't been so hell-bent on continuing to serve the pack into his current age.
"What the hell does that mean? I mean, I've seen Jason. The guy can barely shift at full moon, let alone during the day. I know the mutt's not gonna be strong, but he's a hunter that's taken out several of our wolves to start with! I've just given him an edge!"

(And we've also discovered that Blair is prone to hysteria. Hmm.)

[L U C I F E R]

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

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

Emery led her through the forest, listening to her admit to what he already knew.

"It's okay, Blair, I knew. Thanks." He said softly, having unfurled his arm from her small shoulders. He gave her a gentle smile.

He listenend again as she rambled, clearly trying to distract herself from what had been going on. Emery was thankful for some company - Emmelene wasn't around as much now that she was growing up and Jess...

"I think he's definitely on his way to becoming a werewolf. And don't blame yourself for anything that happened. He killed Blake, he killed Benji and he's probably killed loads of others." He said softly but in his mind the idea that he could jave killed Jess became apparent. He shook it away.

They arrived at his house and he killed off his boots again. "Do you want a drink?" He asked softly as he padded across the laminent floor towards a neat little kitchen. "I've got Coke, Coffee, organs juice, whisky and some of Em's weird little fruity lemonade stuff." He said, picking out a fancy little bottle of some pink lemonade drink. He shrugged in confusion at the fancy drink. "What'll it be?" He smiled.