ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ | ᴏ/ᴀ

[amarok.]

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; open
She ran a hand down the photo. It was dated to eight years ago, almost to the day. The Jasper branch of Old Pack had just claimed independence and become Crimson Sky. She remembered it. But she didn't remember this picture being taken. The Alphaess, Blair's mother and her mom, all arm in arm and laughing at some joke that time had long since hidden. She'd cried all of her tears long ago, but she felt a pang as she marked the page carefully and moved on to the next photo. One of the Alphaess' other kids and Blair. Despite the language barrier, they seemed pretty happy playing monopoly in the sun.

As hard as she tried, Emmelene wasn't much of a fighter. Come to speak of it, she wasn't much of a hunter, either. But the one thing lying in her favour was her instincts. Obviously, they weren't perfect - the dull ache in her abdomen was enough to remind her of thathe - but they were good.
So when she felt it, she froze, still holding the photo album she'd been distractedly perusing, then placed the album to one side and knelt, placed one ear to the floorboards.
The words were very, very muffled. She couldn't quite make them out.
Grabbing the clothes and the album, she crept downstairs as quietly as she could - for once, her scrawny build was coming into use - and moved towards the infirmary, narrowing her eyes when she picked out "Alpha Hale", and ducking out of sight as soon as Jason emerged, backing into a hallway closet and crouching among the weapons.
Well, that was interesting.

Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Kay, D'Arc
"Alright, I get the idea. Yessir. Yessir. No, sir. Got it."
He almost tore the earpiece out as he hurried owards his pickup, arms full of groceries and apologising profusely to people he had to slide past as he jogged.
So much for not drawing attention to yourself.
He'd managed to escape the female he'd ended up chatting up and pay for his groceries in under two minutes, thanks to the now empty store, and had been heading back when the orders had been barked over his headpiece. It was good to hear the old grump was more or less okay. It was less good to hear the final fate of his immediate superior. It hurt.
Two down. Three left.
"I'm on my way now." He murmured into Kat's wavelength as he crossed the lat street and unlocked his pickup. "Look, Kat, I'm more than capable of... cleaning up myself. Maybe you two should stay at HQ?"

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Mark, Aspat

xxxxThe man stared emotionless at the bloodied hunter, eyes narrowing in the slightest at the display of aggression. That was definitely one way to show appreciation. With a slight, soft sigh he cast a look over towards Mark. He wasn't truly sure what to do right now; he didn't trust opening the cage for the hunter and he didn't feel like that trust would occur soon enough for Danny to work on the other man's wounds. Then Mark started to speak, catching the medic off guard. It took him a bit of analyzing the expressions on Mark's face and the words coming out of his mouth before he had his mental eureka moment of realization; this sounded like an interesting tactic to get behind.
xxxxTurning towards the hunter in the cage, he straightened his back and cleared his throat slightly. "I'll wait to watch you get out, if that's what you prefer. Though I doubt that you'll ever walk out of that cage." he commented gently, eyes an icy gaze onto the other male. "If that's the case then I think we should go, since we're wasting our time down here." he added quickly, casting a quick glance over at Mark as he slowly, very slowly, started to take a step back.

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Danny, Mark|☆

Aspat eyed the two werewolves. He attempted to give an uninterested yawn but ended up splutttering and coughing up blood. "Alright!" He snapped in the realisation that maybe he wasn't in the best shape.

"What do you want from me?" He asked. "I doubt anyone would help a murderer if they didn't want anything from them. I did kill your packmates and have been doing for years." He smirked but let the smile drop so as he could get a better answer.

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

Emery smiled with a chuckle. "We've scored big, here, kid." He said as he breathed in the scent. "Shouldn't be hard to track them down. This thing reeks of them." He said with a soft laugh. "We'll take it back to Sky's place and talk it out with all them there."

[Crono]

Mark Holloway ~ Male ~ Thirty-Three ~ Werewolf ~ Loner/Former-Beta
Location: Basement ~ Tags: Danny, Aspat

Mark didn't react to the hunter's sudden outburst that he'd give in. Though inwardly he was admittedly pleased with himself and Danny for making the man falter, there was some smug satisfaction to it given he circumstances. With the mans follow up question of what they wanted from him, alongside a jab to further twist the knife of just who he was and what he did, Mark let out a frustrated huff. "It's always about an angle with you hunters." But he wasn't entirely wrong, he was sure the pack hadn't killed him for a reason. "That reason's not up to us." He answered simply and honestly. Mark wasn't pack so he technically had no say, and Danny was a medic just trying to keep the man alive. With no Alpha and Beta unconscious there was no reason...yet.

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} D'arc, Jin, Aurora { Crush } open

The factor hadn't crossed my mind until the sudden cold grasped me back into its hold and the leaders voice sounded over the short gap between us earning a momentarily confused glance before one of realization morphed over it and i chuckled halfly while taking my seat belt back off "heh, of course sir, apperently old habits die hard" I mused in response as i gracefully stepped back out of the confines of the truck and took the keys before walking around to what was typically D'arcs side and getting in there re-situating myself before pushing the keys into the egnition and awaiting for the poor boy did so himself before gently coasting the beast off the gravel driveway and onto the side road leading back into town, ensuring the headlights remained off until we reached the main - the last thing we needed was attention drawn to us again. Now crusing nicely with my hands loosely on the wheel while listening to D'arc barking his orders to the sniper soon hearing his voice myself on my end which caused my gaze to focus on the road more, not wanting to be too distracted by his unbelievable suggestions. Rolling my eyes half heartedly at the road i removed one hand from the wheel to momentarily press the speaking button on the ear piece before switching it to the option where you could deliver messages without holding it, typically used for inside jobs so agents could get info on both sides of the wall knowing from that point forward ford could hear anything going on in the cabin and placing both hands back on the wheel "too late for that buddy boy, we're almost there just stay where you are we aren't going on a wild goose chase" I shot back calmly i knew he only wanted the best - easiest route for us but the orders from D'arc were already given and the towns center was already into view.

↩ 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓮 ↪

{ Species } Werewolf { Role } Fighter { Tags } Skylar, Jason { Crush } Open
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I simply nodded in answer to Jason's question without hesitation "Yeah thats no problem jay i don't think anyone will need it" I admitted, i couldn't see anyone going into town any time soon, not with the threat in the basement and the beta still out cold anyway. I took another sip of the quickly cooling cup of coffee as he went and informed the others as i asked i knew he had a point and they would have likely gotten me anyway but you can never be too careful espechially lately, glancing up from the black obyess in my mug as i heard the healer quickly catch himself i couldn't help the half hearted chuckled that escaped my mouth as i nodded "that'll definately take some time to get used too, hopefully its just temporary." I murmerered over to him before watching him set off to work leaving me once more alone with the sleeping damsel in my arms. Swallowing silently as i now staired either out the door or window i listened to each set of feet - or paws walking around the house alert and ready for whatever surprises the day could possibly through at us.

(sorry for the shorter post for Adam, i wasn't exactly sure what to post for him)

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Adam, closed
"Thank you. I'll take good care of it."
He wasn't all that great a driver, and he wasn't sure Skylar would notice or care too much about any scatches he might pick up, but it felt like the right thing to say. Everybody knew how attached the current beta was to her car.
"Last chance, mutt." He moved to grab the dog as her passed, leaping back again as the normally-docile dog actually lunged at his hand, teeth bared, barely managing to tear his hand free before bones began to crunch.
Well, Stål wasn't going anywhere.
He grabbed a rag to wrap his injured hand for the few heartbeats before it would inevitably start to heal, grinding his teeth against the burning ache in his limb as he backed up, shot a final look at his patient and grimaced in the acting-alpha's direction. Yeah, he'd definitely let Adam deal with that.
The keys weren't on the hook. He frowned at the empty metal ring, before finally remembering what he'd done with them and retrieving them from the box of Skylar's possessions - her phone and wallet and stuff - that had been retrieved from her pockets, then heading straight out to the barn where the Fendy was always parked.

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Kat, Aurora, Theo,
He just sat quietly in the passenger seat, fiddling awkwardly with his earpiece and the hem of his damp leather jacket, wondering where he'd lost his sunglasses and gently directing Kat's route with the occasion reference to his smartwatch's map. Any distraction was welcome, frankly. Besides, it wasn't like him to lose things so easily. Unless Theo had stolen them. Not entirely unlikely, he guessed.
"And left here. Following this track up into the woods. Ji- the car should be about a mile down from here."
He sighed as he registered the words Kat was now muttering into her earpiece. Didn't take a genius to guess what Theo was saying. Pity, since D'Arc almost certainly was one. He almost snapped a retort in Theo's direction, but held himself back. It wasn't called for, it wouldn't solve anything and it was very unprofessional. And a little part of him - if you could call most of his conscience "little", that was - agreed with him

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Emery
"You're kidding."
She studied his face with a scowl, still holding the stick she'd used to drag out the duffel bag.
"You're not kidding. Really? Com'on. Like anybody in "authority" is brave enoughto organise an attack on thsee guys right now. They did that to Skylar Aleksandrsen, Em."
She narrowed her brows. "Hey, we don't even have authorities any more." She pinched the brdge of her nose. "Like who are we even trying to talk into action here anymore? I can't even-"
The female sighed. "Yeah, okay, let's go. But you're doing the talking."

[hellb0und]

𝐀x𝐔x𝐑x𝐎x𝐑x𝐀

I AM AS DEADLY AS FIRE ITSELF.

When the other end grew silent, and the last words uttered requested that he update his status immediately, I knew they'd be coming. Any dead agent meant a werewolf, although my gunshot suggested otherwise. What would they make of the situation? That a passerby had been roaming about and suddenly shot him out of fear? My doing could very possibly throw them off, & fortunately, I'd avoided leaving traceable fingerprints. They clearly weren't all that intellectual. Albeit staying, and watching, could provide me with more information. So with the few valuable pieces of information, that I'd gathered from the one-sided & short conversation, I duck into the bushes. Gripping the firearm stashed away at my hip. It'd abruptly stuck me that I had been out all night. Even so, this was no time for reflection. These were the lengths my burning hatred and fantasies about having every hunter's blood painted on my hands drove me too. For lack of a better word, insanity. The idea of completely demolishing the dead male was certainly pleasant, but before that decision could be fulfilled, the distant but close sound of tires against dirt kept me where I was. I'd definitely launch a surprise attack, in which I'd take each and every single one of them down, right after I had more intel. The scattered, blinding lights gradually came into view. "You want battle? I'll give you war," was the first thing I murmur through grit teeth.

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Mark, Aspat

xxxxDanny felt a rising growl in his throat while his eyes narrowed to sharp glares. There was something that set him off about this hunter and he couldn't understand what. Stalking closer to the cage, the medic curled his lip up and bared canines that were sharper than the average humans. It was rare, to have his blood as icy cold as what it was right now, but it was impossible to tolerate this hunter. Just almost. Placing himself just outside of the bars of the cell, he stared at the hunter for a couple of moments. "You're pathetic. You're so cocky that you can even accept help when it's offered to you in a willing palm; I'm not like whatever you're suggesting. I don't want anything from you except a thank you; or at least some kind of decency, considering I'm the one that's about to bandage up your wounds and save you from bleeding out."
xx"You speak so highly of yourself and the other hunters and yet you're all so low that you're deeper than the Marianas Trench. You're definitely over crediting yourself and your comrades if you think that I'm looking for anything resourceful from you." Danny snapped out, eyes burning with a tension that the medic never displayed. "Whether you like it or not, you're in the pack now. I suggest you quiet yourself up and try your best to fit in so you're not murdered or held as a captive forever." he paused for a moment before shrugging sarcastically, putting an emphasis on his shoulder's movements. "But I'm just a werewolf medic, you're the hunter. What do I know?" he sneered, huffing aggressively before taking a single step back away from the cage, crossing his arms and glancing down at the medical supplies at his feet.
xxxxIt occurred to him that he was a motherly medic, wasn't he? With a gentle huff, he started to lean down to pick up the bandages off of the ground. In a less menacing, calmer state, he began to question the hunter; "Do you have any weapons on you? Please be honest, it'll make things easier for the both of us." Danny paused for a moment, holding a bandage roll in his hand for inspection before he looked at the hunter with a calmer expression. "What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"

[amarok.]

Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Kat, D'Arc
He scoffed, but didn't reply.
Theodore was already on the road at this point, moving quickly and cruising around the wide streets of the town-city, heading straight for the rendezvous spot he was already regretting leaving. Stopping at a red light, he checked his sniper's watch and grimaced. Officially three days since any of them had slept. This was getting out of hand. Good thing he'd practically overdosed on coffee.
Mentally checking the map he's memorized, he did a few calculations and knew he'd get there first. If he was quick, he could clean up the worst before either of his remaining teammates got there.
The thought was still circling through his head when he left Jasper's urban area and crossed into the surrounding forest, right up until the point where he had to brake and jump out, groaning in disbelief. Somebody up there obviously had it in for him. A huge tree, torn up by the roots by some unknown force, was lying right across the road and –somehow – he didn’t think his pickup would be able to climb over it. It was as high as his waist, and covered the narrow country road with a metre or so to spare either side.
How far from there?
He did the calculations again. Four miles from there. He could cover that on foot in half an hour, easy. But what good could he do without his truck? He could try to go around it, but it would be miles out of his way. No. The tree had to go. He went back around to the truck’s trunk and searched for the towrope he kept for any such situation. Maybe he could try to drag it out of the way?
“Team Leader, I’ve got a problem. Fallen tree, right across the road. I’ma try to move it. Stand by for further updates, ‘kay?”

(Operation "Convenient tree" is go, inferno. X3)

[L U C I F E R]

☆|Aspat Hawking|☆|Male|☆
☆|Single|☆|Werewolf Hunter|☆
☆|Tags: Danny, Mark|☆

"I'm anything but pack,so why are you helping me?" He demanded but he clearly wasn'tgoing to get a straight answer.

As Danny spoke to him,he watched Mark. He didn't like Mark at all. Mark was high up on his 'To-kill' list - that was if he made it out of here alive. It didn't seem Aspat had much option other than to accept help and stab them in the back at the next convenient moment. Literally.

"I have weapons." He said simply making no move to show them to him.

Aspat watched Danny. Something about him had changed in that moment. Aspat was beginning to see someone who cared - Hell, maybe he would have thought him human with the compassion was displaying. Aspat almost felt a sense of fear and shyness. It was slowly occurring to him that he was quite helpless.

"Aspat. Aspat Hawking." He said, giving Danny a nervous look - he really appeared as a caged animal as he shrank away.

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

Emery gave her a glance. He'd forgotten about all the stress with finding an authority figure. It had hit hard when the Alphas had died. He'd grown up in this pack and as the (correct me if I'm wrong) oldest member of the pack, it had been terrible to see two such great friends go. He was left with a pack of much younger wolves and he didn't have it left in him to lead the pack. He was a tired old man and he wanted nothing more than for this stress to be over.

"I'm not sure what we should do." He admitted and he sank down and sat on the edge of the trunk of the car. He sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"God," he let out a small, hopeless chuckle, "everytime I manage to grasp onto something it slips away. What's happened to our pack?" He asked, looking down. "WHAT DID WE DO?" He yelled out into the trees, his voice ricocheted off each trunk and bounced around.

*Coming Soon*
☆|Tyler Austin|☆|Male|☆
☆|Mark is his man|☆|Human|☆|Professional Prescious boy|☆
☆|Tags: N/A|☆