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[blimq]

bronwyn julian - blade agent - cisfemale - the forest - tags; d'arc - feeling; cautious, confident

bronwyn scanned the area one more time before she saw a brighter color, red. she assumed it was the vehicle they were taking but took no chances, standing her ground. heard a louder static and an unfamiliar voice. they spoke fast as if they were nervous or anxious, and she couldn't blame him. werewolves could've been anywhere at that point but she was reassured with a silver knife sheathed and silver-plated bullets in every gun she had along with ammo. she listened to the man and guessed he could see her from his vantage point so instead of speaking at all, she nodded. he was desperate to leave as far as she could tell so she made haste and nearly ran the whole way. she saw the other agent closer to the vehicle but didn't slow her pace, only stood next to the car once she made it. her breathing was still even despite having ran roughly a 3/4 of a mile.

she stood straight as she nodded at the agent in a greeting form. he was certainly fit to be an agent with his tall, slightly muscular build, and looked to be just around the same age as her. then she began to speak. "i'm reinforcement agent bronwyn julian, but you were likely told that already.." she trailed off as she saw his hands, covered in splinters and cuts. she paused and gestured to them, putting her gun down for a second. "are you.. alright? do you need me to treat your hands?" she asked hesitantly. she felt like he would say no but asking wouldn't hurt her. besides, it was her job to be the help of the team now. treat casualties, eliminate werewolves when need be, and so on. she was additionally concerned about how effectively he would drive if it hurt him.

[L U C I F E R]

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

Aspat fell Mark touch his shoulder but he couldn't contain his anger when that stupid female pressed her gun against Danny's head he didn't know why but a rage seemed bubble up inside him as Danny was threatened. Even as he was suddenly confronted by the gun.

She was fast and the noises and scents from above them distracted both him and Aurora but before he could look back at her, she had fired a round and it hit the wall behind him, sending him to cower with his hands over his head as dust and small chunks of brick splattered across his back.

He straightened up and glared at her. "The Hell? It's like you want a fight!" He snarled.

His hands were shaking with a mixture of pent-up anger and some kind of fear. His ears were still ringing from the shot that hit near his head.

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

Emery hadn't expected a retreat. That wasn't what he'd come out there for but as he calmed down, tongue hanging out in a pant, he could feel the aching sting of his wound. Emery was beginning to feel his age wear on him as he limped after his packmates.

"Where's Emmy?" He asked no one in particular until he picked up her scent.

He felt relief wash over him until he smelt some other things mixed in with her scent. The scent of another wolf - not pack - and blood! Not only was his daughter wounded but their pack was becoming full of randoms who seemed to have congregated in that one area of the forest. He wasnt sure if Emmy was with said wolf but the smell lingered around them.

Emery scanned around for his only remaining family before spotting her. He loped over in an exhausted limp. He hadn't done much physically in the battle but his wound was talking a toll on him as his blood left a staining trail where he walked.

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

"Well, since you've convinced me to steer clear of the forest," Tyler chuckled as he looked at them both, "what do you suggest I do woth my spare time?" He asked as he took another drink of his coffee.

Tyler didn't know where to look. The place was so pretty yet he couldn't draw his eyes away from the two females addressing him. He glamced down at his drink as he ran a fonger over tje rim to wip away some excess coffee from his last drink.

"I mean as mich as I'd love to spend a lot of time in here - this drink and cake is amazing- I sort of want to explore the rest of this quaint little town." He laughed, looking up again.

[yeena]

DANNY • WEREWOLF MEDIC • TAGGED; Mark, Aspat, Aurora

xxxxThe medic felt the nozzle at the end of the gun press against his forehead; the gentle press of the gun was all it took for the medic to burn from the inside. His eyes were set ablaze and there was a snarl playing on his lips, tired of the nonsense that Aurora was playing at. He was going to say something before Mark tugged him backwards, causing him to widen his eyes and, in a fit of panic, shift from one form to another. He rolled backwards as a lean wolf, instead of some human. It only took Danny a matter of seconds before he was back up on his feet, his fur bristling and eyes wide. There was fur flying off of him in messy, stressed clumps and he could only hope that he would find his glasses in tact after this ordeal.
xxxxHe stared at Aurora with piercing brown eyes, watching the weapon in her hand. When she fired the gun he ground his teeth together and took a stubborn step forward, ears pinned back and tail held up in the air like he was someone dominant in the pack. Danny refrained from growling at the woman, not truly wanting to get shot; especially not in this form. It was almost bad that he couldn't talk in the form, either. Danny didn't necessarily have a powerful wolf form; his canine counterpart was designed more so for running; delivering, not fighting. He was surely not a wolf of power. With a sharp sniff, the male stationed himself in the filthy cement floor. There wouldn't be any moving from him.
xxxxIt crossed his mind to think that, just maybe, Aurora was off the loose end. She was definitely a powerful woman; that fact was sure, but she didn't seem to know who to trust. It was like she had some kind of issue believing that they weren't going to do anything; Danny would be the first to snap at Aspat's hand before Aspat hurt anyone in the room. Speaking of which, the male craned his head around to look at Aspat, worried that maybe the earlier shot had hit him in some way. To his absolute relief, the hunter was fine and still had his earlier attitude. Whatever meant that the other man was alive. Snorting almost, Danny turned his head back to Aurora and continued watching every move that she made. If necessary, he found himself definitely willing to bite at her just to get her to disarm herself. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that.

[Crono]

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

Mark's advance was met with no resistance other than the woman quickly moving the gun from where he'd made a grab for it. The man cursed internally, halting his forwards motion rather than slamming into her and potentially getting shot with the gun still in play. He'd quickly noted that the medic had shifted, most likely out of distress, not that he'd helped much. When the gunshot went off he felt his ears ringing from the sound not really having anywhere to travel, facial features flinching from the discomfort. Luckily it'd been a warning shot, why that was, was beyond him. "This has to end." He warned Aurora, attention focusing back on the armed woman ahead of him.

"Hunter or not, you aren't in the position to make the decision on whether he lives or dies." His eyes stayed settled on her, unyielding. "He's the packs prisoner which means you don't have the authority." Unless that'd changed in his time away. The pack made a decision when it came to matters like this, the Alpha or Beta technically had the last say but the pack as a whole had it's say. "You don't win in this situation if any of us come out of this injured." Or worse, though it was difficult to say how far Aurora was willing to go right now.

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} Everyone in the forest { Crush } open

i hadn’t looked back to d’arc or even thought about doing so until the werewolves disappeared from sight as odd as their behavior now was I didn’t dare complain we were heavily disadvantaged even though according to the shot that singly rang out - not from either of us making it a near fair fight we still likely wouldn’t have escaped as gracefully as we had several other times, of course this wasn’t a job like any other we had faced either. Releasing a breath I wasn’t awear I was holding as they finally sunk back into the trees I momentarily closed my eyes the adrenaline now practically gone I reopened my gaze only when I heard d’arc suddenly speaking though at the moment not to me, but into his ear piece earning a arisen eyebrow look from me his tone not helping the protective, untrusting air I held as he explained who he was supposively talking too and I crossed my arms over my chest with a subtle wince, licking my lips as I finally heard him address me directly for what I assumed was my opinion however I hadn’t the option to give it before he spoke to the unknown ‘member’ once more causing me to shake my head as I removed my arm to run my hand through my hair habitually how did we know this girl was who she said? Who’s to say these damned beings hadn’t hacked into the system?. Sighing inwardly I let it go I trusted d’arc enough to know what he was doing even in his apperent compromised judgement I knew he was the best. I hadn’t spoken until he had finished talking and released the button dismissing the new agent ”I take it your going to buy it then?” I inquired with a implied shrug not even attempting to make the movement at the moment however I did fully turn to him to look him over more closely now to ensure he didn’t substain any injuries of his own of course while I awaited his answer only letting a few minutes pass before giving my own approval though one could never be too careful ”are you hurt sir?” I asked waiting for his answer before moving towards our car with one final look around to ensure we were alone a part of me urged to thank him and I would but now didn’t seem like the appropriate time for a heartfelt conversation, another part of me noted to replace his now shredded jacket. Stopping at the car and looking to him once more I waited in front ”would you like me to drive?” I asked seriously despite what a stupid question it was given the circumstances though it never hurt to double check, I awaited his answer before nodding respectfully and getting in on the according side depending on his answer and closing the door inwardly disliking the sitting position it putting more unwanted pressure on my bruising body though I clipped the seatbelt into place anyway and awaited the departure.

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[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa
"Oh, no, we'll find them, alright. I want an explanation, and it had better be a good one, too."
Jason scowled. "And I'll tell you another thing. If you decide to stick around, then our lawyers are very, very good. Trust me, we'll get the paperwork if we have to. I just hope we don't. Not that you're not welcome here, kid, of course. More along the lines of you probably belong with your family more than a dowager pack in the middle of nowhere."
Sighing again, he passed her a tissue and nodded.
"And yeah, of course. It's probably expensive, so you'll have to look after it, though, okay? I have no idea when it comes to clothes. I spend most of my time in either uniform or scrubs, to be honest. But it's nice. Pretty colour. Anything else in there you want before I take the box back?"

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Emery, Adam, Lance, Blade Agents.
Dad! You're okay!
With some of her remaining strength, and a groan of effort, she returned to human form and flung her arms around the neck of the elder wolf as he reached her, burying her face in his fur and almost forgetting the sickening ache in her thigh. Letting his stirdy frame take most of her weight as she breathed in the comforting scent of fur and pack and home.
"You've got to stop doing this, Dad. I was terrified."
It sounded mild, more of a gentle reminder than a reprimand, but she could feel herself shaking.
"I need you, okay? We all need you. Please."
She left it there, her quiet words trailing off into silence, but a silence that promised more words to come. Once she'd had an hour or two to draft the script, and she'd made Jason or Danny fix them both up. It probably wouldn't be too much of an endeavour, taking into account their mother wolf tendencies and the little trail of scarlet she'd left behind.
It wasn't pouring blood. However much it hurt, she knew the bullet hadn't hit a major artery or anything. But it was dripping steadily, and the horrendous pain aside her borrowed clothes were now ruined too. Unforgivable. Even if the beta's childhood combats weren't exactly her style, anyway. Pulling off the belt she was wearing, she tightened it around her thigh in what she hoped would pass for a crude tourniquet, hissing as she tightened it.
Her leg was already going numb.
She wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or a bad.
Next priority. Dad. He came before anything else.
She checked him over, carefully, searching for blood soaked fur and finding exactly that across his own thigh.
Like father, like daughter.
"You can walk on that, right? Dad?"

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Kat, Bronwyn, I don't even know
He followed, hauling himself into the passenger seat unquestioningly.
"She knows the frequencies, and she knows my licenced name, though I guess that's not surprising. There's no way these mutts are using Klein's, 'cause I took that, and they're certainly not using Hanjin's, because I remotely destroyed the damn thing. It's offline permanently."
He shook his head.
"But that's exactly why I sent her to Goof Street. With any luck, he'll catch her off her guard and we'll know for sure whether she can be trusted. He's not taking her to the COO, for sure. We're going back and meeting them some distance away. Give him a chance to suss her out."
He shook his head again, this time sighing audibly.
"Look, habib, if you see me doing something you think is stupid, just lemme know on the sly, Kat. Seriously, I know I'm fallible.... and yeah, you're driving. This stings like a b- yeah, good call."

Theodore Ford I Human I Blade Operative I Tags; Bronwyn
With trained eyes, Theo watched the new "agent" approaching from a distance. She looked legit enough, of course, but he knew there'd been something in D'Arc's tone when he'd issued the order. He'd sounded worried. Or, rather, more worried than usual. He was always worried. That was his job. Theo just knew he did an excellent job of hiding it.
He was taken aback when the new arrival offered to treat his hands. They stung, of course, but he hadn't really bothered to consider them worthy of attention.
"... Hey, look, Julian, I'd love you to. But, at least, can we get into the truck first?"
His radar told him they were fine, for now, and generally speaking he trusted it, so he allowed himself to focus on her and haul the passenger door open. "Like, yo, I really do not want to sit around in the open. My name isn't D'Arc or Kingson and I'm certainly not a melee fighter, so if we get caught as badly as they did a few moments ago we're not coming out of it. I'm assuming you've not been equipped with silver mags or mod rifles, huh?" He gestured vaguely in the direction if his remaining teammates as he crossed to the driver's side of the truck and climbed in.
"Theodore Ford, by the way. Sniper. Call me Theo, Teddy, Ford, moron, whatever floats your boat, though."
A slight smirk.
"Even if "Whatever Floats Your Boat" is kinda long."

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Scott
She'd been sure he'd snub her for a moment, but - to her surprise - he actually took her hand.
"Well, my talents lie more in hefting heavy stuff around, if I'm honest. Trainee mechanic. Just so happens that the skills I do have fit the fighter category better than anywhere else. I'm half-blood, so never got trained as a fighter until I was in my mid teens."
She frowned, concious that maybe that was too much information but not altogether sure she cared at this point.
"Anyway, I'm rambling. Sorry. Look, bud, if you're willing to help out I'm not going to say we don't need it. But it's your neck in the noose, and even if I wanted to, I'm not sure I could vouch for you."
She sighed.
"That came out wrong."
She moved to one side, shaking her head, and looked over her shoulder at Scott as she moved past him, summoning up what strength she had left to cover the remaining few metres.
"I wouldn't advise you to walk into this firefight, Scott. But we might need help getting the wounded back to camp, if you're willing."
The words had barely left her mouth when the silence coming from the confrontation zone hit her. Like a truck.
She looked up, trying to work out what they hell was going on.
"Wait, hang on. I think they're calling a retreat... what?"
That was unexpected. She wasnt sure how to react to that news.
"Well... You should probably come with me, anyway, Scott. Introduce yourself to what's left of the pack, "yo I'm friendly", and all that. Standard practice, right? I mean, especially if you're living nearby. We're all so jumpy you'll only get attacked the next time you set foot in Jasper otherwise."

//edited bump for Dire.

[.catastrophe.crow.]

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

Alyssa takes the tissue and wipes her eyes then her nose. " Thanks, Jason... " She says." And if we don't find my parents, "She holds back tears at the thought of that. " I know I'll have a great family here. " She sniffles and grins at him. " No I don't need anything else from thE box. So, where can I put these clothes on? " Alyssa asks him. She had already cried so many times today she felt exhausted but did not feel sleepy. She hops off of the chair, awaiting an answer from him. She was dreading finding out the adoption information.

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} Everyone in the forest { Crush } open

without questioning it once seeing the leader haul himself with a bit of effort into the passenger seat I pushed the keys into the ignition and turned it over with ease while still listening to his answer, only glancing over every so often as he explained his thoughts on the new girl before pulling swiftly out of the spot we had been parked before our little show down and cruising it down the path we had come up though slowly as if waiting another of the damned beasts to leap out at any given second and rip the truck apart so, you think she’s legit?” I practically summed up casting another look towards him before glancing at his wounds definitely would need to be cleaned up when we got back to the cabin for now I focused on getting us out of here in one piece. Letting him continue speaking as we progressed onward a brow simply rose when hearing him instruct me to tell him if I thought he was being more or less a impulsive idiot a thought that caused a click of my tongue thinking for a moment before giving a nonchalant shrug im sure you had yo-“ I began only pausing to think over my words and pay more attention to the now slightly bumpier off road terrain, what was I doing? He said to tell him and since when was I one to sugar coat things? With this in mind I continued eyes on the upcoming obstacles on and off road before continuing ”on second thought sir what the hell was that stunt you pulled back there? Had we not had ‘backup’ that thing could have severed your head in a instant and even with the emotionally conflicted demon who’s to say it would have kept control?” I spouted suddenly, breaking the once silent truck cabin before falling so only long enough to let out a breath ”you could have gotten yourself killed... it was stupid and reckless” I finished in a quieter voice eyes still glued to the road as I casted him a half hearted ‘you asked’ look even throughout the rather firm ‘scolding’ one couldn’t say the feeling wasn’t there despite my attempts to hide it I was afraid to loose him too I didn’t know what I’d do if we had.

[purpledirewolf2019]

𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓉𝓉 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈

Werewolf /\ 22 /\ Loner /\ Tags: Blair

After they shook hands, Scott felt a bit more relaxed. At least one pack member wasn’t going to attack him. It seemed odd to him that a mechanic was ranked as a fighter, but maybe that worked in his favor today. Who knew what a fighter trained from a young age would have done to him, but maybe this whole encounter was for the greater good. If he could befriend the pack, they could be more like friendly neighbors instead of threats to each other. He was about to agree with Blair and go with her to help the wounded or whatever they needed help with, when she said they were retreating. ”Retreating?” he repeated, mostly to himself. ”Yeah, okay, I’ll follow you.” he replied a bit more nervously. He definitely didn’t want to get ripped to shreds, but the fact he would be meeting the rest of the pack just after they were fighting something put him on edge. Hopefully Blair would make sure that wouldn’t happen though.

[Nocturnal Creatures]

|| Chelsea Kairen || 24 || Female || Pure Werewolf || Loner || Tags: Open || Location: Forest (by a stream) ||

A large black nose lifted up to scent the air, breath condensing in the cooler air, the wolf snorted as it picked up the scent of others of its kind, knowing to avoid that area when possible. That's where the pack lived, not to mention the high density of werewolves in that area had attracted the attention of the so called "Blades", Just another bunch of hunters. She thought to herself before she continued to move through the densely packed trees, her black form slinking between the pine tree trunks, some almost as thick as she was long.

Her paw-steps lead her to a small stream which flowed through the forest, she bent herself down, moving her muzzle to the water and laping up the cool, clear liquid. She'd spent much of the past couple of days in her wolf form, patrolling the woods for anything... well anything. She was looking for signs of both werewolf hunters and regular hunters. One of which would try to kill her while the other was her day job. She found that, as a wolf, it was much easier to sniff out the traps that were designed to capture and kill the local wildlife, something which she certainly didn't appreciate. So far though, she hadn't found too much, other than a few boot prints in the mud which really could've belonged to any old fool who wandered into the forest.