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[amarok.]

Skylar Aleksandrsen I Werewolf I Beta I Tags; Adam, Danny, Jason, Mark?
The first thing to register was the pain. Everywhere.
For a few seconds, she was convinced the screams that rung in her ears were her own. They weren't. That was worse.
The second thing to sink into her pain-hazed mind was the crushing weight pinning her down. Instinct drove her to fight back, or twist away, or shift into her feral form and rake her hind claws down her opponent's torso. But she couldn't.
She was so, so tired. It took her over a minute to open her eyes.
It took even longer to process the voice's source, even though it should have been obvious. She could count the number of people who used her pet name on one hand; two were in Europe, two were dead, and that only left one.
She should have fought back, Adam or not, but even as the last of the drowsiness dropped away and she tried to move, all she could do was let out another pained groan and let herself fall limp again. Adam, it seemed, wasn't going anywhere, and when every movement burned she knew she didn't have the strength to win against him. About as fair a match as a newborn pup facing down a seasoned veteran.
Almost hyperventilating by this point, she squeezed her eyes back shut and stammered a few lines of broken Norwegian.
Correcting herself and reverting from her native tongue to English, not even noticing the heavy accent that accompanied the somewhat jumbled words.
"What happened? Hurt who?"

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Adam, Danny, Mark (?), Skylar
He crouched by the side of the female, pulling the mask back over her face and fiddling with the respirator. He'd just remembered that he had a tank of nitrous oxide somewhere. That, unlike morphine, he was sure she could withstand.
Keeping an eye on the vitals shown on the rudimentary machines at the bedside, he half-jogged to the storeroom opposite the infirmary, dug for the canister and returned to find his partner had finished with Blair and had approached the bedside.
Gesturing pointedly at the transfusion equipment, he leapt straight into setting up the equipment he'd been working up himself... Looking up in surprise - though he had no idea why it'd surprised him - when the other male stated his request to Adam. It looked like he'd have to get that done on his own, then, too.
He didn't mind. She was stable, if obviously stressed. And he trusted Adam to be able to calm her down. He had time. And the hunter's screams for help hurt him beyond words, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself he didn't care. People told him he was a convincing liar, but clearly he still couldn't convince himself. He did care. The hunter was hurt and needed help. At best, they could gain an obviously talented ally, even if they majority of the pack - rightly - wouldn't accept him into the family.
The last thing they needed was yet another body to hide.


(Double posting to try to break up that wall of text. Again, apologies for taking forever to get this up.)

[L U C I F E R]

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

Emery nodded as he just stared at the page. "Its a shame he appears to have no family. I would have lavished in making him suffer what I did, what Em did, what we all did." He said, taking a long swig of his drink. He closed his eyes and bared his teeth, breathing out through them slowly.
He sighed and looked at the picture he had of Jess on the small table next to his arm chair. "She would hate what I've become. " He saod with a small, sad laugh. "When she first died I tried so hard to stay the way she knew me but I was just so...angry. It was all my fault and the only way I could male it up to her was to find the man who did it and tear him limb from limb." He said, growling his last words. Another small laugh. "To think that for years I've been trying to find the little ******* and now we've got him locked in the basement like the animal he is." Je said,lips twitching with an eager anticipation of sinking his teeth into his throat.

[amarok.]

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Emery
She frowned. A little harder this time.
"Uh, I'm going to draw the line at any relatives this guy might have, Emery. Whether they exist or not. This guy himself deserves the worst you can throw at him, but I'm drawing this line and and I'm not crossing it," she replied, not too unkindly, but somewhat unnerved by the sudden change in his character. Whether it'd been just underneath the surface all along, or a sudden deviation, she wasn't sure, but she didn't like it. With a moment's hesitation, she softly added, "and although I don't pretend to be an expert on Em Junior, I can tell you she probably wouldn't like this all that much either. Sure, she's all up for being the crap outta people who deserve it, but maybe leave the violence fantasies to the raving lunatics? Just wait for him to get out and then we'll get him. Don't do it where you might get into trouble. Ems isn't all grown up yet, buddy, and she's still gonna need her Dad."
A low blow, she knew, but she tried to keep her tone as inoffensive as possible.
Tactfully deciding to change the subject, before she hurt the older male's feelings any more than they must already be at the emergence of these memories, she shuffled her feet as if about to stand up.
"Well, anyway. No family, huh? How about we check for any tracks of accomplices? You're trained in this stuff, right?"
She tried to smile weakly. "I mean, us fighters, we're just taught to beat stuff up and then pushed in the right direction. And I can't even do that right without having a mental breakdown afterwards, apparently." The feeble attempt at a joke didn't even sound funny in her head, let alone out loud, but she still made it anyway. She wasn't just gonna let this guy sit here and fester in his own anger, no matter how right and justified it was.
"Com'on. I mean, even if this guy was operating alone, there's still the guys who Skylar nearly took out, right? I think Mark said she got two or three of them, but maybe they left traces when they went crawling back to wherever they crawled from?"

[L U C I F E R]

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

Emery gave her an apologetic smile as he looked down at his lap. "I'm sorry." He sighed with another soft smile.

He listened as she spoke. She was right, Emmelene would mever agree to such brutal ideas. He didn't know why such plans seemed to come to his mind but he just felt this need to get back at the hunter, punish him for all the pain he'd caused.

"Them people whos howed up aren't with him." He stated, looking at her with a smile that showed he acknowledge and thanked her for shifting the subject. "Did you see their clothes? They were wearing suits, this guy wears button shirts that look like a 50th hand-me-down." He said woth a small chuckle. "Not to mention I think I saw him scoping them out, but I'm not sure, he'd disguised his scent." He described.

[amarok.]

(For the life of me, I can't imagine D'Arc wearing a suit on a patrol. Theo, maybe. D'Arcy boi, no. XD)

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Emery
"Hey, did I say they were together? Read my lips, old man," she retorted light-heartedly, moving to put her white-ish sneakers back onto her feet. "And suits? Really? Jinkies. What is this? NCIS; Jasper?" She chuckled under her breath, pretending she wasn't disturbed by that as well. Really, for a fighter, she wasn't mentally all that strong. Whatever she did to try to hide it.

"So. I heard them saying it took Mark almost an hour to get Skylar out of harm's way. Considering that he was carrying her, and most likely deliberately taking a detour to avoid being followed, we can kinda guess that they were still on Sky's property somewhere. These guys had cars, right? There aren't roads leading to her property, so they would e been on one of the ones that goes past the west border at some distance, right? Right. Should we check those first?"
She probably should've just asked Mark where they'd been, and called to let somebody know where they were going, but the thought pretty much just slipped through her mind. Her iPhone's location was on, so if worst came to worst her mom could probably find her through it.

[L U C I F E R]

(That's cause D'Arcy boi wants to be like his boyfriend)

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

Emery gave a small chuckle and lightly smacked her upside the head. "You watch your mouth, pup." He teased as he moved to slip back into his boots.

"If they had cars, they must have had them up by the clearing on the edge of Sky's land. It's fairly reasonable access if you've got a four-by-four." Je shrugged, shrugging a leatjer jaclet on over his clothes. He rubbed his beard woth the back of his hand and mused at the idea of shaving it off.

[amarok.]

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Emery
"Tell that to the people who've wrecked their SUVs trying to get up there," she muttered, only half joking. "The list's as long as my arm." Still, he was right. That was where any evidence would be. All of three to four miles away. Urgh.
She took of in the direction of that through-road with measured strides, already wincing at the thought covering that distance on foot - she really wasn't the outdoorsy type, unfortunately, werewolf or not - but determined to pretend she wasn't. Ha. Instant regret. Well, at least she was wearing sneakers instead of her heels. That was always a plus. How Emmelene managed to run - as in, actually run - around in heels all day, she honestly had no idea. While her fighting skills weren't exactly up to par, that girl's constant balancing act was legendary.
"Failing that, it's obviously the Men in Black. Conspiracy theories are go."

(Ah yes. Of course. My bad. X3)

[L U C I F E R]

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

Emery chuckled and took off after her. He easily kept up. He may have been old but he kept fit and had been doing running all his life.
He oanted slightly as the cold air had began to take its hold on his aging lungs. He gulped in oxygen, the scents and tastes of the forest filling his senses.

(Sorry it's short)

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name. // aurora lane. x ➴ x gender. // female. x ➴ x species. // werewolf x ➴ x rank // fighter. x ➴ x tags. // d'arc, jin.
“𝘪 𝘢𝘮 𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.”

Coming up empty handed, a low growl of frustration passes through my clenched teeth. The only thing which hadn't screamed hunter about him was his particularly small size, likely the main reason he was so easily taken down. Otherwise reeking of silver, and heavily armed with advanced weaponry. Would've killed the dumbass either way. Although my attention abruptly snaps, catching a male voice coming from nearby. Approximately the location of the nameless hunter's ear. I bend down, locating a minuscule ebony earpiece with ease. Picking up on a frenzied male voice allegedly hollering his name, "Jin!" I remain silent because whoever this was wasn't feeble-minded. Instead, I allow him to continue talking. Hoping he'd spill more information that would be of use. Potential other officers, or a location of some sort correlating with the group. Either worked, because in the end, both were dire pieces of information. C'mon, keep talking, I surveyed the area quickly, making sure this wasn't some sort of a trick. That they'd baited me into a trap. I could take them either way. Confirming my gun hadn't fallen somehow, I returned my concentration to the task at hand.

[amarok.]

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Emery
When it came to a run, she was more of a sprinter. She could cover a hundred metres in under ten seconds, no problem, but by the first mile she was already panting for breath. It wasn't like she'd ever had much practise, but the fact that the old man was fitter than her struck a chord. She'd have to start relying less on others to move her around. Or possibly get a car. Legs already aching, she decided she prefered the latter.
Her navigation skills weren't all that up to scratch either, but she managed to keep herself pointed in vaguely the right direction, glancing over at Emery to make sure she was every few strides.
It wasn't long before she picked up the scent she'd smelled on Skylar and Mark as they'd returned to the pack headquarters and adjusted her course with the intention of trying to follow it. But the ground was covered in slush and the scent was hours old. She could have just relied on Emery - probably the more sensible option - but from here, she wanted to at least try to do it herself. She wasn't always going to have a scout or a hunter at hand to guide her.
It's not like Danny said I can't shift, right? Right.
She skidded to a halt and gritted her teeth, digging for the Wolf in her head and finding it a few moments later, shifting to a brown furred wolf and lunging forward at a much faster pace once her head had cleared.
There. Better.
A few hundred lopes ahead, she was sure she could now make out the outline of a couple of vehicles on the old road that they'd mentioned earlier. Right round about where she was certain the gunshots had sounded from at midnight the night before. Coincidence? She didn't think so.
She shifted back the moment she was sure and immediately dropped into a crouch, hesitant about approaching the vehicles and more than happy to let the old man check them out first. Suddenly, she wasn't so keen to meet the people who'd as good as killed Skylar. She hadn't expected to see any cars just lying around so far from town. Car trouble? But why so many cars? How many of them had there been?
"Hey, you see anybody there? They just leave their cars there or what?" She hissed, gesturing wildly. "They camping? Having a party or something?"
She shuffled forwards a few feet, then froze as another, far more familiar scent reached her.
In some areas, there was still snow piled on the ground, tucked away into corners where the sun couldn't get it. Underneath a christmas-esque tree was an ivory-coloured tail, sticking out from one such pile of ice.
She crouched, brushed what she could away, and sighed weakly. Grabbing a pine branch, she marked the location of the hunting dog's body and made a half-murmured promise to return to take her back home and bury her properly. It certainly explained why the huge animal hadn't lolloped back to the house on Mark's heels, anyway.
"Poor thing didn't even get close enough to do anything", she muttered bitterly. "If they're still here, then we go back and get an attack force. Deal?"

(Waiting for Little before I reply for D'Arc.)