ʜᴜɴᴛᴇᴅ | ᴏ/ᴀ

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa
The new family comment rubbed him the wrong way - thinking of the constant infighting, now only worsened by the rising death toll and the huge number of pack wolves who'd simply run away, he just tried to smile reassuringly. Faltered as he thought of the bloody scene that he knew he'd probably find if he ever did find her parents. The more he thought it over, the more worried he'd become that Alyssa hadn't been abandoned, but rather hidden.
"Hey, there's a chance yet. And for now... We'll find you a spare room. No problem. There'll be a few empty ones... no, actually, they'll all be empty. So that means, I think, that you can lay claim to the nicest one."
He stood up, moving towards the door.
"This way, kiddo."

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Kathrine
The battle-worn, hardy young man flinched.
He hadn't seen that one coming. But he wasn't going to deny that, maybe, he'd deserved it.
With his aching head leaning against the passenger window, he sighed.
"No, I don't know what I think, Kat. Maybe I'm just desperate to hear that maybe somebody's arrived to patch up my mistakes, okay? "
Another miserable sigh.
"Look, I hadn't expected to run into a fight. If I had, I'd have waited for Ford to catch up so we could at least get some gear on. That was stupid of me. We can't seem to go anywhere without these dang mutts jumping on us!"
He cursed under his breath, clenching his fists in anger. Or tried to; his injured arm had long since gone numb again. He wasn't complaining.
"I don't know how they're doing it, Kat!"
The trees passing by on either side of the track looked, in that moment, more threatening than ever. The dark didn't scare him. He was Adrian D'Arc now. What terrified him was that, no matter how good he'd been at tackling bomb threats and hitmen, he couldn't beat a load of provincial dogs with a gun closet and an exceptionally unsettling party trick.
"... I've been stupid. I agree. Okay?"
A flutter of movement in the trees made him jump, but it was only a deer. With the monsters in the woods, he couldn't help thinking, it probably wouldn't be much longer.
"From now on, no leaving base without a partner and full gear. For covert info gathering, we'll send one of the new guys. They're not known yet. I'll focus on cracking down on our current leads. We still have that number plate."
He frowned, a sudden thought hitting him.
"And, now I think about it... all of the attacks... They've all been on this one stretch of land."
He scrabbled for the paper map of the area in the glove box, covered with highlighter pen and property lines added post-print.
"Yeah. Private property. And all owned by the same person. I'll chase that up too."
Rian sat up.
"Look, what I'm trying to say is that if you want to drop out and head back to D.C, I'll make the call myself. I get it. I do. I've got a family who'd miss me. Not to mention a cat. And to be perfectly candid, I'm terrified, too. But I'm not leaving."
He sighed.
"What's my next move, Kingson?"

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Scott
The confusion in her voice was evident, even to her.
"Yeah, that's a retreat all right... but they had the upper hand... There's two powerhouses there, even if we haven't got the full set... they shouldn't have any trouble..."
She narrowed her eyes, scanning the forms of the distant wolves.
Emmelene's form was redder than usual. Her heart leapt into her throat.
And there was yet another wolf she didn't recognise. Except, on a second glance, she did. His name wouldn't come. But she'd seen him before somewhere, she was sure.
"Come on. This way."
She gestured broadly for Scott to follow, though she didn't really bother to check he was when she set off at a brisk walk. He definitely seemed trustworthy. Maybe she was too trusting for her own good, but she trusted him.
Moving slightly faster, as to try to keep within sight of the retreating wolves, she spared Scott a glance.
"I don't like this, you know. I really don't like this."

[purpledirewolf2019]

𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓉𝓉 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈

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

Something just wasn’t right, and it was very worrying. He followed Blair’s gaze, actually pulling off his glasses so he could see the distant wolves better. He wasn’t sure what he was looking out, but the retreat had Blair confused, which made him confused too. If they had strong fighters there and had the upper hand, why were they retreating? Unless they didn’t have the upper hand, or something went went, or both. Whatever was happening, it wasn’t good. Before he knew it, Blair was telling him follow her. Scott had to put his glasses on again before jogging to catch up to her. He decided against putting his facial cover back on again, instead shoving it into one of his pockets. He didn’t want the other wolves to react the way Blair originally did, especially if they were already on edge. Blair was on edge and she wasn’t even with the others or really know what was going on. He saw the fear in her eyes as she glanced back at him. “Neither do I, but maybe it’s not as bad as we think.” he replied in an unconvincing tone. He thought whatever happened was in fact worse than what he was thinking. Despite that, he still followed her. It would look bad if he just ran off now, maybe even look like he was an accomplice. That he was a distraction meant to separate pack members, which he wasn’t. His best bet at the moment was to stick with Blair until whatever the treat was, was dealt with, so he matched her pace, hoping for the best..

[littlewolf5000]

✦ 𝓚𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓷 ✦

{ Species } Blade { Role } Agent { Tags} D'arc, Ford, Bronwyn { Crush } open

The defeated, hopeless tone that the brown haired male in the passenger seat now upheld is what made a sudden weight weigh against my chest - or perhaps is were the substained injuries but i much rather rid it off to the compassion i upheld for the male, the team. Hands still securely gripping the wheel guiding the truck in and out of the gapped trees i fell silent thinking over his words in which i used as an distraction before licking my lips and casting him a firm, yet reassuring glance one in which remained as he continued to beat himself up over the prior choices made continuing to more or less ignore it and let him rant even if it had been mostly for himself than I until i heard him practically apoint me an no strings attached out, to go home and sit there and do cross word puzzles while everyone else risked their behinds out here. Did he really think i'd accept something like that? seriously? as he brought up the mention of being missed back home i rose a eyebrow and almost scoffed "At least one of us can say that" I commented calmly as i stared out of the windshield "You guys are, and always will be my family" I added before falling silent for another quick second. Bringing the truck to a sudden stop only a few yards from where the younger member and new one alike where to meet us i turned to him with a slightly tilted head as i eyed the leader "you're not stupid, impulsive? maybe" I corrected with an honest shrug before glancing away when a few birds fluttered out of the trees just outside our safe haven which now sat silently in its position where we could see in almost any direction though thankfully we weren't completely visible ourselves and released a sigh of my own "i'm not going anywhere sir, I very well may never adopt a dog again. But you can't get rid of me this easily" I lightly joked, trying to slightly lighten his mood before the others arrived though there was enough seriousness to make it known i meant what i had said, i wasn't leaving. With that out of the way i leaned back in the seat, hoping i had perhaps expelled some of his unrealistic concerns before glacing at the map now spread before him looking it over silently before humming "so you think they may be the head of this damned infestation? it'd make since but how are we the only ones who've noticed it? how do they blend so well, unless this town is more clueless then we thought" I pointed out as my hands absentmindedly remained on the steering wheel where they were most comfortable, not having to bend too much i had forgotten about the wounds littered over my body aside from the casual sharp ache when moving wrongly mostly too distracted with the current conversations to pay too much mind at the very moment "Regardless of their acting skills, we'll bring these bastards down, for Alistar and
for Jin" I assured before glancing to my shoulders as a breeze suddenly brushed over them and winced slightly "and you're poor jacket which i'll replace by the way" I assured, there was no way the fabric that was caught in the cross fire would make a come back from its sadly shredded state, it was a real bummer it was an adorable cover.

↩ 𝓐𝓭𝓪𝓶 𝓗𝓪𝓵𝓮 ↪

{ Species } Werewolf { Role } Fighter { Tags } Anyone in the forest at this point. { Crush } Open
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The presense of the younger, injured lupine hadn't clicked in my mind as i focused on the retreating footsteps and eventual tire rumblings of the enemy gaze locked ahead and ears swiveling with each mixed sound until after a series of minutes i was convinced they where indeed gone, or at least now too far to deliver another assault. Only being drawn out of my protective like trance as i heard Emmy's indirect question i blinked, shaking away the remaining fury before turning my head in the direction of the older male, glancing around before huffing "With any luck, at - or heading back to the house" I breathed still behind the rest as i ensured nothing dare follow. About to approach the sudden alarmed parent, picking up on his sudden body change i was stopped short as i saw another body suddenly appear into the group her destinctive pelt only visable for a moment before she had shifted back and thrown her arms around her fathers neck - a sight that at any other time would have been heartwarming but currently was only nerverising. Eyeing the two silently as they had looked each other over i walked up and now stood beside the slightly larger red hued wolf, looking him too over for injuries, i hadn't seen anyone try to attack him nor smell the nauseating scent of blood on his coat but one couldn't be too careful, not with whatever these so claimed hunters truly were. Deeming him fine i wordlessly have him a appreative glance though his actions were unjustified and put both him and emery in more harms way then he needed too he was also the one who defused the situation, that was something i'd have to keep in mind while figuring out his alternative motive for returning, later. For now i kept a careful eye on the blood relatives, absentmindedly glancing around the forest in determination to keep everyone safe still, at least until we reached the pack house. Silently approaching and eyeing them both, Emmy getting a slightly firmer gaze she shouldn't have been out here and certainly not this close to the violence however i otherwise remained silent glancing back to Emmery as i too now awaited his answer taking the time to look over both their wounds of which neither looked too terrible though we all knew they could easily be more then what meets the eye. Finally coming to Emmy's side i let out a heavy sigh and let my tongue roll over my muzzle before lowering my form to the ground - i hadn't shifted back i was stronger in this form, faster so even on my flank which i had forgotten was injured while keeping tabs on everyone else i'd push to support us both rather it be Emmery or Emmy who got on or neither i awaited before nudging the other forward with an serious "lets get moving" look as i stood back up with a grunt. Eyes now locked in the direction in which more of us awaited
i began towards the house still a good ways off before ensuring the others were following and leading the way. I hadn't gotten far before i slowed my gait eyes suddenly narrowing and hackles arising before coming to an abrupt stop and swirling around dark green gaze instantly landing on the pair trailing behind us, their scents having reached my nostrils a few quickly traveled yards back and their not so hushed voices only confirming they where there. Eyeing the duo in which contained one of our own - Blair i eyed her with a disapproving look then the male with her who got a darker look, posture protective and dominate as I took a step towards them awaiting one to speak, preferably blair though still mindful of the others along with us as my glare remained upon the unknown nothing about his more submissive demenior screamed threat but he wasn't one of us, that was good enough for me, one wrong move and he'd be taken out, now wasn't the time for sight seeing.

[amarok.]

Adrian D'Arc I Human I Blade Team Leader I Tags; Kat, Bronwyn, Theo
The hell do you think you mean, "at least somebody does"? You think it wouldn't devastate us if our girl in chief got hurt? With his head still against the window and his injured arm tucked up against his chest, he stole a look across the car at Kat, looking away quickly when she glanced his way herself.
You seriously think it wouldn't kill me?
"You're sure? Kat, look, if this had been a normal anti-terror run or something, sure. I'd tell you to man up if you wanted out but for God's sake, we've been dumped into a town in the middle of nowhere with no solid Intel and told to fight a load of mythical creatures with a taste for our blood. Werewolves, Kat. This isn't some heroic mission. This is a suicide mission, and I think the bigwigs are aware of it too." He looked up again, doing his best to hold the young soldier's gaze. He might have tried to push the matter even further, once upon a time, but by now he knew his agent too well to underestimate how stubborn she could be. One look at his team mate and the dauntless commander backed down, sinking back into himself.
D'Arc just returned his attention to the map, more because he wasn't sure how to further reply than because he'd had another sudden brainwave. Mind scrabbling for sugar-coating of his own.
"Hey, I'm sorry. That's not fair. I take it back," he finally murmured, after a painful moment of his silence.
More silence on his end. And a tactful change of subject, before he broke down completely.

"But yeah. This, I think, is another lead. Especially since the majority of the pre-Blade-arrival happened in downtown Jasper. That fits with the vaguely intelligent pattern we've noticed. They're as far from the hotspot of activity we've stumbled into as possible. And it also gives arise to the possibility that maybe - maybe - they're acting in defense. Maybe we're too close to something. So, yeah, affirmative. You could be onto something there. Wait until I can get my maps out and we'll do a proper analysis."
He smiled weakly at that. Sure, he was a man of action, but in all honesty there was little better than running around a control room with a pencil and a huge stack of evidence and a slightly crazed look in your eyes. Particularly when the team's favourite jarhead was watching on in (mostly convincing) confusion.
He checked his watch. 1745 hours MST. The other reinforcements were due to check in with him in quarter of an hour precisely. That was the best news he'd had all day, whether he'd publicly admit as much or not.
It was especially reassuring when he eyed their surroundings cautiously from his seat and noticed that, daylight was beginning to wane. He wouldn't have said he was afraid for Kat or himself, as such. He'd have probably said he was concerned for Theo's safety. Whichever of the two he'd actually, hypothetically, verbalised, though, he wouldn't have been lying.
"Ford had better get his behind in gear and get up here, I'm telling you. I'll kill him for real this time," he muttered. Only half sarcastically.

Blair Strong I Werewolf I Fighter I Tags; Scott, Adam, Emery, Emmelene, Lance
"I'll get our leader alone and bring him out. Just introduce yourself to him, tell him you're a loner with no intention of joining if he pushes you, be polite but not too docile, but not too dominant..."
She wasn't sure why she was tutoring him. He sure didn't look like he needed much advice. But it was, most likely, more for her own comfort than his.
They followed at a good pace and a fair distance, but somehow their presence was still noticed before even a few hundred yards had passed under their feet.
"Oh crap. Crap."
She'd planned on leaving the loner outside, at the end of what barely passed for a driveway, and getting Adam to come outside to confer with him. Alone. Give Scott a chance to introduce himself, assert he meant no harm, offer his services, declare his own ongoing and eternal independence, whatever. At least to prevent him getting jumped next time he set foot in Jasper. She had not intended on presenting the loner to a group of battle-bloodied wolves who were more than a little jumpy right now.
Three years ago, he'd have been greeted like an old friend and sent back off on his merry way. The pack had been so forgiving in those days. But her duty wasn't just to sit around and wait for an emergency anymore. It was to kill before there could be one. She'd probably overstepped her boundaries here, as a somewhat trusted fighter of the pack. In her eagerness to be a good person, she'd ignored that fact altogether.
The nineteen year old hadn't even realised she'd put herself between her pack mates and her newest acquaintance. It'd come naturally. The fighter instincts she barely had, and that rarely ever surfaced, had decided to make an appearance. And had the circumstances been different, her Alphas would have been proud.
Well, they were gone. And the new Alpha was stalking towards her, with an expression she couldn't read on her face.
"Adam, I-"
Moving slowly, she raised her hands to chest height, looking over her shoulder and gesturing for her pale companion to do the same.
The air had turned cold. She shivered, but held her stance.
"He's harmless. I promise. He lives nearby, and came to see what he could do."
A slight manipulation of the truth, but maybe Adam wouldn't notice.
The half blood took another step forward, lowering her hands.
"Adam, guys, he's a friend. I know it doesn't mean much to you, whatever, but I promise he's no threat to our pack. He's coming to speak to our leader," she continued, quieter, looking pointedly at Adam. "Of his own accord."

[purpledirewolf2019]

𝒮𝒸𝑜𝓉𝓉 𝒞𝑜𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈

Werewolf /\ 22 /\ Loner /\ Tags: Everyone in the forest

As the two started walking towards the rest of the pack, Scott found he was only partially listening to Blair. It was clear she was explaining what was going to happen, but his mind was racing, thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong with this meeting. He questioned why he even set foot on the pack’s territory. He was smarter than that. When the female suddenly sounded distressed, he snapped out of his daze to realize that the pack had picked up on the two of them already. It didn’t take long to realize most of them were bloody and injured, and one of them was already staring both him and Blair down, mostly him. He couldn’t tell for sure, but the wolf was definitely dominant, a lead fighter, beta, or maybe even the alpha. This wasn’t what he wanted. Almost every muscle in his body told him to run. The wolves in front of him were injured, so he could probably outrun them. There were, of course, two problems with that. First was that he didn’t know the territory, and second was Blair. The female wasn’t injured and had a good chance of catching him. He had his hands up even before she motioned him to. It was just instinct, as it was for him to stay quiet. He let Blair at least start defending them, and while she did, his gaze shifted towards the ground. He couldn’t hold the wolf’s, who Blair called Adam, glare. He looked up once briefly at Blair, when she omitted the fact that he had trespassed, but still kept his mouth shut. That little detail could make this whole situation worse than it already was. Once she was finished, she pointed out that Adam was in fact the leader, making it appear that he had come to talk to him, instead of trespassing and getting caught. “My name is Scott. I’m a loner who lives a few miles from here. I was just investigating all the gunshots that were coming from over here when she found me. It just looked like you guys were dealing with a serious threat, and if it was like a common enemy, I figured I could offer to help.” he explained somewhat quietly, hoping that his offer of help wasn’t insulting to the alpha.

[.catastrophe.crow.]

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

" Are most of the rooms nice? " Alyssa asks. She walks up to him and grabs his hand before walking through the doors. " Is anyone else here besides us and Skylar? " She adds. She hadn't had much time to look around, so she scanned the room for anyone. Her leg still hurt a small bit, so she limped every now and then. The room they had walked into seemed very interesting to her. Well, most things were interesting to her, so she wasn't sure if anything was really great about this room.

[amarok.]

Jason Loen I Werewolf I Medic I Tags; Alyssa, Basement crew (italicized paragraph only)
The rooms were pretty nice, he guessed. Nothing fancy, but clean and functional. He'd led her to the smallest of the four bunk rooms. The medical team's, to be exact. The room itself was dimly lit, despite the large window at the far end, but deceptively large, with two sets of bunk beds set into the left-hand side wall and a couple of desks on the right, with bookshelves in between and a closet je knew contained four small wardrobes. Another door, whitewashed like the rest on this floor, led to an en-suite bathroom. Carmel-coloured wood and navy blankets, with dove-grey walls and worn wood floors. He hit the light switch and the room burst into light.

"There's a bathroom through here," he finally said, momentarily ignoring the questions his new friend had asked while he worked on an answer, showing her how to operate the lock.
"You can change in here. I'll run you a bath, too, and then you can take a nap if you want."
He started the water, checking the temperature as the water poured until it finally started to heat up, and sighed, fishing some as-yet unopened bottles of shower gel and shampoo from his bag. Sitting down on a bunk with a sigh.
"And to answer your questions... Yeah, it's just you and Skylar now. There used to be more of us... I haven't really told you everything, sweetie. I'll explain everything later, I promise, but I want you to clean up and rest first, okay? I need to rest and do some stuff too, but I'll make some cocoa before bedtime and tell you everything l, okay?"
He dropped to one knee, taking Alyssa's hand.
"I haven't lied, I promise. But there's some stuff I didn't want to say in case I scared you. Well, you're a big girl and you should know. But after I've got this stuff done. You're in the safest place for a werewolf for a hundred miles, kiddo. And I'll be thirty seconds away, tops. All you have to do is yell if you need me. I'll make some cocoa later and we'll talk, okay?"
Jason stood up again, gently nudging his ward towards the bathroom. He shut off the water, left the soap and stuff on the side and left the room meekly, flashing her a reassuring wave as hd finally ducked out and headed downstairs at a half-run.
He'd heard shouting from the basement. He was sure of it.

Jason stumbled into the basement at terminal velocity, almost directly into the blonde, standing closest to him.
It took him a moment to fully register that it was Aurora, a second more to process the gun. Aimed at Danny and Mark. Less than a heartbeat further to remember the bloody demise of the alphas, and the other pack powerhouse lying on the brink of death in the infirmary. Nobody to put her back in line. Or even attempt to do so, he realised, remembering Adam's disappearance from the infirmary. Mark had obviously been trying, but the blazing look in Aurora's eyes chilled him to the bone. Playing nicely apparently hadn't gotten them anywhere.
He froze, filled with panic, confusion, and a maelstrom of emotions he couldn't disentangle.
"Aurora? What... What are you doing?! Stop!"




//okay shhh we're going to pretend for the sake of plot that these guys were shouting lmao. Mark and Aspat, operation [?] is go.

[L U C I F E R]

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

Aspat saw the newcomer and defensively held up his own gun, letting it swivel nervously between Aurora and Jason, his hands shaking from nerves and fever.

(Sorry it's short, not much for hum right now)

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

Emery pressed into her, letting her warmth and scent cover him. He felt safe and warm and at peace again. He shifted back, kneeling in front of her and pressing his heavy head against her chest in exhaustion.

"I'm fine. It just hit my thigh. Seems to have gone right through though." He said, lifting his head and gently putting his hand behind her head, softly running his thumb over her hair.

"Are you okay? You're hurt. I'm sorry about this. It's my fault. Let's take you.home to get you fixed up." He said quickly, trying to get her to stand up.

☆|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.

[amarok.]

Emmelene Castellanos I Werewolf I Hunter I Tags; Emery, the forest crew
She nodded weakly in reply, trying to straighten herself up and help her Dad in the direction of the pack's base. Her leg just wasn't taking her weight, but if there was one thing Emmelene was good at, it was balancing. Sauntering about in her heels had ensured that. Holding the injured leg aloft, she tried her nest to loop her Dad's arm around her shoulders and haul him to his feet, even though at full height her head was just about level with his own shoulders. Possibly not all that supportive a gesture, then, but the thought was there.
"Yeah... Sounds like a plan."

She cast a glance at the altercation between the guy in all black and Adam, and grimaced, tugging again at her father's arm. She didn't want to stick around, for sure. Not with that shooter and who she could only presume to be more werewolf hunters out there.
"We're right out in the open here," she continued, in more of a mutter than out loud. "Guys, come on."
Her balmce slipped, for a fraction of a second, but she righted herself quickly and turned away, shaking her head. Whether they'd heard her or not, she had to get Emery back, just as badly as she needed to get to Danny and Jay herself.
She'd lost her mother to hunters already. She refused to lose her father, too.

[L U C I F E R]

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

Emery refused to put all of his weight onto his daughter. She was injured too and it was his duty to look after her, not hers to look after him.

He looked at his daughter, his arm looked over her small shoulders, hand in a fist as he laid it against her. He only really needed help standing and maybe it would be easier to do this as a wolf but he feared that if he shifted, he would he more likely to be shot.

Emery wasn't exactly well-known nor was he mich liked on the town but he wasn't so hated thst people would shoot at him...he hoped.

Besides his own pain, he had to get Emmy back to the house to see one of the medics as soon as he could. Anything to stop her from suffering any more or, worse, (expelled) she ended up like Jess. He couldn't have that.