ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ | ᴏ/ᴀ

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/ Alyssa/ 7 years/ Werewolf Pup / Tags: Jason /

She looked at him, her cheeks stained with tears. Alyssa takes the man's large hand. She sobs as she tries to make words come out of her mouth, but she can't make herself say anything. " help... " She whispers, her trembling voice as the look of fear consumes her eyes. Alyssa's small hands shake in fear. " Who are you? " She whispers, trying to hide the fear showing all over her face. Her small hand grips his hand tighter. Her heart races faster each minute that goes by.

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa
Human instinct made him want to crawl forward and scoop the kid up, but it turned out he didn't need to. To his surprise, the kid moved forward and took his hand willingly. The fact he was fairly small for a guy probably helped. The fact he'd been trained to deal with panicking kids probably helped, too.
"My name's Jason. I'm a friend. Promise."
He squeezed her hand, lightly.
"What's yours? Your name, I mean. Are you lost?"
Silly question: of course she was. But he asked it anyway.
The police station was a few blocks away. That was the safest course of action, he supposed. Legally speaking. Though he didn't want to take a distressed kid into that building in the knowledge that he'd only have to leave her. Passing her around like a parcel wouldn't help the situation. No. He'd take her back to the hospital, alert the police to her precence there and do his best to keep her happy until her parents could be found. His nose told him they weren't to be found here.
And then, now he was focusing on his other senses, he picked up on something else.
A faint, underlying smell of wolf underneath the tears.
He scanned her for injuries. Had she been attacked by a rogue, brought here? It didn't look like it, unless the attack had happened long ago. Had she just strayed from her parents? Been abandoned? Leaving pups in another's territory, especially when a loner couldn't support them, wasn't unheard of.
Jason took a deep breath. Well, that idea was out of the window, too. This was purely a pack matter now.
"Where are your parents, kiddo?"

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/ Alyssa/ 7 years/ Werewolf Pup / Tags: Jason /

While he spoke to her, she calmed down a bit. " My name is Alyssa.." She says. " I am lost. " Alyssa answers, blinking back the tears that filled her eyes. To be honest, she had no idea where she was. She hadn't ever seen a place like this until now. " I miss my mommy... I don't know where she went. I don't even remember what happened. " As she speaks, her sad eyes fill with tears. Alyssa looks at the floor then looks back at Jason. " Please don't take me to the police. " She says, panicking while she speaks. " I don't want to be passed from family to family and never find the right one... " She whispers. She had known a kid who's parents had vanished without a trace one day. The child had been taken by the police and she heard from people that he still hadn't found a home yet. She knew that she couldn't handle that, and either way, she was a werewolf. It wouldn't work out with a non-werewolf family. Suddenly, her heart drops. What if this man wasn't a werewolf? What if he was part of Blade? This would be a problem if he found out she was a werewolf. She decides to trust him, so she stays and doesn't run like she was planning. " Where am I supposed to stay now? " Alyssa says, her lip quivering as she starts to sob.

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa
"Sshhh, it's okay. I promise I won't go to the police, okay?"
There is no excuse for a mother wolf "losing" a kid in a part of town this quiet. Probably an abandonment.
He felt a burst of pity for the kid.
"Can you come back with me? I know somebody who can help us find your mom."
The words were out before he could remember Skylar was down, but it was too late to take them back. He carried on regardless, smoothing over the half-lie quickly. "And then we'll find out what's going on, okay?"
The girl was right with her question, though. What was he going to do with her until the pack leader - whomever that was at this moment - could hunt down the kid's parents? His first thought was his apartment; with all the danger at the beta's house, pack headquarters, he surely couldn't take her there. But his own apartment, mostly empty from dawn through to dusk, and then some, wasn't exactly the place to leave a kid on her own. And whilst he could take a few weeks off of work to keep an eye on her, and just rely on financial support from the beta, he would be damned before he asked for that kind of help. But nowhere else was really as safe, or generally inhabited anyway. He groaned involuntarily. Maybe he'd have to take her straight to the pack after all.



(Just a quick heads up. The Blade unit are not werewolf hunters. They usually get sent after terrorist units in big cities, or sent to take out troublesome politicians or public figures, or to sabotage stuff. They were sent in to investigate what's going on in Jasper because the government has finally come around to the idea that weird stuff is definitely happening and somebody needs to look into it. The Blades are not known about by the general populace and up until a night ago they were still somewhat convinced werewolves did not even exist.)

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} D'arc, Emmy, Emery, Lance, Adam{ Crush } open

The sudden feeling of the canines long foreclaws definitely made itself known as we continued our battle upon the forest ground, the searing pain not even close to what i knew i'd be dealing with later when the adrilain wore off but i'd deal with that when the time came, for now i'd focus on the task at hand thought still let out a sharp pained yelp, my undivided attention was soon returned too the wolf as the sound of jaws snapping by my head sounded, instantly dodging out of the way. Crawling backwards until i felt the cold lifeless side of the truck i narrowed my gaze at the creature before instantly looking to the gun that had slid a good distance away in the comotion much too far to reach even if i had a opening, looking back to the aged beast i grunted, taking in its every move, every breath before suddenly sending out a powerful kick just as it lunged again i felt my foot collide with its body but even with the force used i knew well that wouldn't hardly detear it if at all though with the intended distraction i reached up grabbing ahold of the door handle and began pulling myself up only halting as i heard my name suddenly being shouted by the only one i truly listened too, instantly causing my gaze to snap to where it originated having hardly the time to process what was happening before i saw the brown haired male come bounding around the other side of the truck, iconic knife in hand and ready to do damage i decided to take that as my distraction to finish pulling myself upward, finally on my feet i watched for a moment, about to sprint past the once calm dog to retrieve my pistol though was caught off guard by the sudden enraged sounds of what i at first thought was our target though upon further inspection found it wasn't him but rather two new fury driven creatures of similar size and something told me the numbers didn't stop there, eyeing the new beings with equal hatred i shot a look at D'arc, what the hell did we do? it was two against how ever many they had coming though something told me the unfairness of this fight wouldn't end well, someone wouldn't be getting out of this battle in top shape, the main question was however, which side would it be?.

↩ 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓮 ↪

{ Species } Werewolf { Role } Fighter { Tags } Anyone in the forest at this point. { Crush } Open
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Each pawstep i took was fuled with pure determination to reach the already endangered pack mates ahead before they met the same fate over half the pack already had, refusing to loose anymore of our family to the damned hunters that cursed the lands that long since belonged to us. Muscles rippling beneath the pelt that shielded from the elements, and blended in with the habitat to provide a faint element of surprise for whatever we were dashing towards i would be lying if i said i was prepared for anything we were to face just uphead, i wasn't i had no idea what sight would be bestowed upon us i was quite concerned they already had taken down some of the best and showed no signs of slowing down however now with the reassurance of echoing pawsteps ringing in my ears - neither were we, Letting my green gaze sweep over to the red hued male racing beside me with ease i studied him for a moment i hadn't quite figured out yet why he was here but in this moment i was just glad he was. The male racing along my side was for the longest time my biggest support system, my best friend and quite frankly like my older brother but alas after he left without a proper explanation i grew angry with him, having left without a second thought hurt the fact i hadn't heard from or seen him until now only adding salt to the wound i, for weeks after wondered where he went.. what he was doing and if he got the answers i was left to assume he was looking for, perhaps i'd find out later but for now i was just thankful he was back at least in this moment i'd leave the questions for later. Being drug back from my sudden wave of emotions as the sudden sound of a males yelling rang in my ears i narrowed my eyes, a soft growl leaving my throat the voice didn't ring a bell and the scents littering the forest in their direction only mainly gave off emery and faint traces of emmy entertwined, these weren't our people. Pushing myself to move faster i let out another stronger growl, ears pinned now against my skull and demenior almost completely transformed as i came upon the scene - the older pack member was standing before one of the hunters who seemed to be dearmed, but the other quite the opposite the metal object in his hand reflecting the light instantly catching my attention as the bastard charged for Emery in an attempt to what seemed to get him away from his murderous team member, my gaze only momentarily wide i shot my ears forward in high alert, the fur along the nape of my neck rising and a hair rising snarl leaving my maw as i curled my lips back head lowered and legs still carrying me towards them in a cautious stalk though quickly gaining speed until i was at a full run as i moved over the few yards separating us with ease my now much darker orbs locked on the knife shining in the darkening light as if daring it to move much rather the man holding it.

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/ Alyssa/ 7 years/ Werewolf Pup / Tags: Jason /

" Okay... " She trusted him. Alyssa hoped things would go alright, but she wasn't confident they'd track down her parents. She wiped the tears from her eyes and hugged him. " Thank you... " She whispers. She stays hugging him for a few seconds then lets go. She looks down at the ground in an embarrassed way. " Sorry about that " Alyssa says, slightly grinning at him. " So, can we go now? " She asks.

( eeee sorry ! I promise you I read the plot and everything i guess I just forgot. ( also short again )

[L U C I F E R]

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

Aspat looked at Danny and then at Mark. He slowly pushed himself up onto wobbly legs. He stepped past Danny and towards Mark. He stood next to Mark.

"If you've got a problem, you've got it with me." He growled at the female, eyes glaring at her. "They're doing their jobs so you leave tjem out of this. You want to kill me, fine, you can try, but my weapons are within arms reach right now and I will admit I've got a twitchy trigger finger." He continued, glancing over towards the weapons he'd just come between Mark and.

The newly-made werewolf could feel the room spinning slightly yet this intruder remained in a steady focused as he glared at her. His heart was pounding in his ears, adrenaline building up as he got ready to reach for his gun at any moment. If she did as much as move her finger he would be ready to pull back the hammer and hold it up to put silver between her eyes. He didn't care if she was pack or not - What should it matter to him - he only cared that she'd threatened him and these...people he was now acquainted with.

"You so much as steo towards them, I grab my gun. We'll see how it ends." He snapped, a small smirk passing across his lips. "Your move."

☆|Emery Castellanos|☆|Male|☆
☆|Widower|☆|Werewolf|☆|Scout|☆
☆|Tags: The Blades in the forest|☆

Emery could hear and smell his packmates but he was blinded by pain and fury. The female was trying to escape him but he was between her and her weapon. He watched as she dove into the vehicle and he lespt after her. His strong jaws snaooed around waistband of her trousers and the hem of her shirt. He shook his head like a dog ragging a rope-toy, before dragging her back down to the ground. He pulled again and the frabric fire apart. He soat the material out and leapt to stand over her. He pulled his lips back in a snarl, nose only centimetres from her face. His hot, whisky-scented breath heaved put from between his teeth, sending stray hairs to dance in the breeze of each breath.

He parted his jaws, ready to clench tjem around her throat, ready to crush her windpipe and rip the whole thing out in a brutal act of killing. He was so furious with any and all hunters. Sure these guys had most definitely killed his beloved Jess - they were too inexperienced in werewolves - they still threatened his pack and if he died protecting his daughter, it was worth it.

☆|Tyler Austin|☆|Male|☆
☆|Mark is his man|☆|Human|☆|Professional Prescious boy|☆
☆|Tags: Harper|☆

Tyler gave a soft chuckle as he looked at Jane.

"Well I've never been to this charmingly little place, nor to this town before." He said, smiling at her.

The male returned his gaze to the owner of the quaint little cafe. "Could I have a mocha, extra chocolate?" He asked before inspecting the array of cakes on the counter. "And a slice of this one." He added, pointing to one of the large cakes on the top.

He glanced back at Jane then at Harper. "So, tell me about yourselves and thos cute little place called Jasper." He said in his distinct Queens accent, charming smile showing off his white teeth.

He sat on one of the chairs, one apart from Jane so he could talk to them both but not encroach on personal space. He placed his helmet and gloves on the chair on the other side of him while he shrugged his heavy leather jacket off, placing it over his other affects.

[purpledirewolf2019]

𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓉𝓉 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈

Werewolf /\ 22 /\ Loner /\ Tags: Emmelene, Blair, Anyone else close by

Scott was frozen in place, watching the red blur infront on him for any cues on how she was reacting to him. It was still tough to see what she was doing, but the sounds of hostility stopped and it looked like she even approached the fence a little bit. To prove he was not a threat, he stayed where he was, still holding the submissive pose, but he wagged his tail a tiny bit. They stayed there for a moment before she ran off again, after more gunshots, and he watched her go with perked ears. It wasn’t clear if she wanted him to follow. Any visual signals she might have given him were lost in his blurry vision, but he decided it was just safe to follow after her. What if she needed help? And he definitely didn’t want to stay on pack territory any more. He approach the fence, standing up on his hind legs to judge the size. The height was something he could clear easily in wolf form, if he didn’t have impaired vision. However, he could get hurt badly if he didn’t jump at the right time. The best option for him was to climb the fence in his human, but before he could shift, another girl, in human form called out to him, aggressively. Her voice startled him enough to cause him to flinch into the fence. Now he was in trouble, caught between the fence and an angry pack member. He didn’t think that he’d be able to explain anything to her in his wolf form, so he shifted back into his human form, pressing his back against the fence and raising his hands in the air. In his human form, he had glasses to correct his vision, so he could see her clearly, but they needed a few minutes to adjust to the light still, so he was still squinting a little bit. He was otherwise covered, almost head to toe, even gloves on his hands to protect his skin from getting irritated by the sun. ”My name is Scott. I didn’t mean to trespass! I heard all the gunshots, and I was worried about that one girl that just ran off, I was just following her out of curiosity, I swear!”

[Coastal Coyote]

Lance Vaugner

Werewolf | 31 | Media Assets Manager/Rogue | Emery Mostly

A whirlwind for sure, so glad he had followed to see this unfold. Hunters, he was pretty sure they weren't your run of the mill hunters. Their smell and appearance suggested otherwise. He slowed to a halt as Adam moved forward to square off against the man with the blade. The gun lay on the ground. They were outnumbered with little to no useful weaponry. These humans were doomed. Maybe glad wasn't the word for it. He certainly had all the proof he needed to see that the pack was indeed going after humans. A part of him hoped that the humans had somehow started this, had come after the pack. Self defense was acceptable, and he could never blame a werewolf for defending themselves against an unprovoked attack. But if that were the case, these two were clearly in retreat. Emery should have been letting them go. He wasn't. He went after the girl, pulled her out of the vehicle she wished to use to escape, and was standing over her.

He was going to kill her.

Not much chance the large red beast wanted to be there for that. If he acted now, he could break whatever chance he had at gathering direct Intel from the pack. But if he didn't? She would die. And there was no way he could allow that. He wanted to shift, to change into human form and use the gun. But he was well known in the business circles of town. He couldn't show his face to the humans. So, as he passed the gun, he picked it up gingerly with his mouth and tossed it into the underbrush to be collected later. Also so that the woman couldn't grab it if she escaped and shoot him in the face with it. Perhaps not the smartest move, acting in a very unwolf like manner. But if their abnormal size and other unusual actions hadn't tipped off that these weren't normal wolves, it probably didn't make a difference. If they noticed at all. They were probably too focused on Emery to care.

He moved around the older male, hair beginning to stand like a ridge along his spine, making his already impressive size even more prominent. A very tall man made for a very big wolf. Though usually raised hair indicates fear, he used it more as a reminder than anything else. A low growl rolled deep in his throat, traveling up as he moved around to face Emery, sharp blue gaze flicking down to the human and back several times. But then stared him full in the face. He kept his head low, level with Emery, but his tail almost curved over his back. A challenge, loud and clear from the wolf in them. If he didn't let her go, he'd have to deal with one of his own kind, that was once part of his own pack. Not a stranger. He opened his mouth somewhat slowly, turning his head and positioning himself to snap forward and grab the older male by the head if needed. It sure wouldn't be pleasant to have another wolf's jaws clamped onto his head, and with that kind of hold Lance could pull him away without causing any major damage. Control the head, and the body must follow. His gaze stayed focused on Emery, the growl low and constant like an engine.

It was the only thing he could thing to do, to save her life and yet not blow his chances. But in the end, he knew he could lose them both.

Marisol Andes
Human | Female | 27 | Entrepreneur | Tyler

A sweet tooth for sure. She could definitely appreciate that one. When making drinks for herself, they were usually sweet and fruity. Jane as well, though only when there were no guys around. For some reason liking sweet things was supposed to be unattractive. Something about it making you seem less serious. So any time any interest came into the cafe, she ordered black coffee. Yeah, that was pretty serious looking. Though Harper usually tried to sneak in things like chocolate and sugar. Things to change the taste, but not the color too much. She may not have understood the younger woman's rationale, but Harper wasn't going to just let her suffer through something she didn't like. Which sometimes earned her "wingman" status.

At his request, though, Jane smiled broadly. "I'll have a slice too, please." Something to cut into the bitter of the coffee she had ordered when the business man was in the shop. Apparently you could like sweets if the guy liked sweets? Hmm... All of this was going way over her head. She couldn't understand it.

"As you wish." She answered them with a smile, pulling away from the counter and toward the cabinets of dishes. It was a bit of a stretch, and she could barely reach the shelf with the plates. Still, she tried, going up on her toes and even hopping a little to try and grab them. Sam laughed from where he was leaning against the sink, and came over. "You should have asked them to install the cabinets lower." "I know, they were just doing such a great job. I didn't want to stop them." She moved out of his way and down came too clean plates and two long forks. Sam served them each a slice of the cake, spiced cake with a meringue and cream cheese based frosting topped with candied pecans. A cool weather classic.

"Oh, Jasper? It's okay. Very small. There isn't much in the way of cool places to go. An old theatre, which is fun. But nothing like a big city could entertain." It was clear that Jane was not the biggest fan of her home town, though someone as modern and itching to see the world as she was couldn't be expected to like it all that much. "There's so little to do that people fabricate mythical nonsense to fill their time. Or they gossip, try to live out little soap opera like dramas. Silly, really." Harper put on some gloves and pulled out some rich dark chocolate, shaving it down to get it ready. She selected a Costa Rican coffee, and started it through the grinder. "Why don't you go pick him a cup, Jane?" She suggested with a smile, and watched as Jane moved over to the side wall and started looking through them. "We let you pick your own here, but she'll probably find you a nice one." Sam took the ground coffee and started it in the machine, the noisy thing kicking to life again. But it just worked so well... a little bit of cream was started, and the grated chocolate added to it.

"There isn't much in the way of manmade places to go in Jasper, but it is still a wonderful town. It makes you feel like you're home, even if you've never been here before." Or never had a home, she mentally added. It was the first place she lived with the two sisters that took her in, and she ran back to it as soon as she was able. For her to be away from it caused the same ache that she had for Argentina. Sometimes more. "It's a beautiful town, with interesting old architecture, interesting people, and miles upon miles of gorgeous wooded trail--."

"Which you shouldn't be going in!" Jane mock gasped as she returned with a cup. Very refined in appearance, duel toned stony grey and metallic black. Not one of Harper's creations, classy, modern. Yet another move, she was sure, to appear mature to her older target. "The woods are dangerous. You really shouldn't be going in them, especially alone." Sam added, more to the new comer than his boss. Who he already knew wouldn't listen anyway. She had chosen an old small house a ways into the woods already. It seemed like she was trying to live as far away from civilization as possible without being too far away for plumbing or roads. It was mostly hunters out there, no place for a little weaponless woman to be living on her own.

"The woods are beautiful." she reiterated with a smile, covering her mouth with a small hand to stifle a laugh. She took the mug and set it before the guest, pouring the creamy chocolate inside. The fresh coffee followed this, and the two were stirred together. Then, lifting the cup again, she poured in the steamed milk and slowed at the foam, drawing it out into a simple circle to keep in theme with Jane's modern pick. On top of that would usually go more of the shaved chocolate and some cinnamon, but it would ruin the aesthetic, and she didn't want to push the spice after his choice of cake.

"I suggest you stick to the nicer parts of town, where it is safe for the most part. Strange things happen out in those woods. And the old men with deer heads all over their walls aren't the best company." Jane settled down to her cake. "But yeah, I guess it's an okay place if you're into the whole small town vibe."

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa
"Yeah, of course."
He stood to his full, less-than-impressive height, still holding the kid's hand as he led her out of the alleyway and towards the borrowed Land Rover.
"I've just gotta... just wait here for me for a second, okay?"
Opening the front passenger door, quickly shoving a wayward silver knife lying in the footwell out of both sight and reach before he scooped the kid up and lifted her into the elevated seat. How long she'd been in that alley, or on the streets at the very least, he had no idea. Let alone when she'd last eaten. Ever paranoid, he decided to not give her a chance to get dizzy and fall and hurt herself. Shutting the door - but pointedly not locking it - he moved oit of her direct line of sight and pulled out his phone, dialing the cell number of his coworker and gritting his teeth as it rung. Barely five seconds later, Larry came onto the line.
"Hey, look, something's come u-"
"Sure, man. I get it. Get yourself home and do whatever you gotta do. I'll cover you. You've been a nervous wreck all day. Just don't even think about coming back until you're feeling better, okay?"
"... Thanks, man."
He hung up, moved back around to the driver's side and hauled himself up, leaning across to ensure Alyssa was securely strapped in before he started the engine.
He had a brief flashback - picking Blake up from school, half-listening as she rattled off what she'd done that day. The blond shook it off quickly before he began to cry again.
Coffee long forgotten, he continued in a well rehearsed, comforting voice.
"Do you know any names? Your mom's name, your dad's name, your alpha's name?"
He didn't expect her to know her pack's name - in the event that she was in fact part of a pack, which he somewhat doubted.

\\The other four are being written up now. Should be up tomorrow.