Charlotte
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Historian
Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be all right.
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 22, 2011 0:36:03 GMT
Charlotte's immediate response was a shaky nod and she swallowed against a dry kind of fear in her throat. Looking around with wide eyes she checked as best as she could for any other unfamiliar figures but there was nothing obvious, nothing so glaringly wrong as the male ahead of them whom they were all eager to avoid. "Okay," she muttered briskly and after only a moment more hesitation she turned and started to make her way around the building as Adalina had suggested. She tried to keep her footfalls quiet so they wouldn't attract unwelcome attention and as she went her heart hammered madly in her chest.
Everything was so wrong and so frightening and all she wanted to do was hide but that wasn't an option. They had to get somewhere safe, somewhere secure where others from the pack were gathering but the fact that Charlotte couldn't smell, see or hear any of the others yet fed into her fear and made tears well in her eyes. This wasn't fair. None of it was fair. They hadn't done anything to deserve this but then wasn't that the way of things? Those who didn't deserve terrible things were usually the ones who suffered through them.
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Imogen
Pack Werewolf
Rayne's Pack
Ya gonna watch me walk, then watch me walk
Posts: 38
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Post by Imogen on Mar 23, 2011 3:15:45 GMT
Hot on Charlotte's heels came Imogen, trying and failing to keep a handle on her own gibbering fear. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. The idea of having to keep moving like this when, at any moment, another enemy could come bounding at them made her feel almost sick with anxiety. Imogen wasn't a fighter or a leader. She was simply pack.
In a situation like this, the only thing she had to fall back on was that. Pack protected each other. It should have been easy for them to regroup, to find their Alphas and Betas and get to safety, but the chaos was indescribable. They needed guidance and there was none.
Nonetheless, the three females kept moving. Smoke had begun to billow from the windows of the hotel and curl up into the sky. Imogen's sharp ears could still pick up the ruckus within, the sound of combat and the shouts of fear. From somewhere above them a window blew out; the pink-haired female startled as the sharp sound of shattering glass pierced through everything.
"We need to find Neal and Bella," she said suddenly. Why the two older fighters came to mind, she wasn't sure, but something told her they would know what to do.
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Adalina
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 25
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Post by Adalina on Mar 23, 2011 17:51:09 GMT
Ada followed behind Imogen, glancing over her shoulder occasionally to check on the male’s position. While she couldn’t begin to guess at what he might do should he catch sight of them, she knew that she would rather get away from him as quickly as possible, preferably without him being any the wiser. By the way he was just standing there, watching the fire, she knew that drawing his attention wasn’t something they really wanted to do.
As they moved, Adalina would have loved to have a fighter there with them, someone who really knew what they were doing. While she would step up and lead a little group if that was what was needed, Ada knew that there were others far better suited for such a thing than she was. Like Charlotte and Imogen, she was no fighter, but after the whole mess was over and everyone was safe, she thought that she might see what she could do about at least getting some lessons in defense. There could be no harm in that, after all, and it would make her feel at least a little better, like she might actually be able to do something should anything happen again, though she was most certainly hoping that there would be no incidents anything like the fire ever again.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re helping other get out of the building,” Ada told her, glancing over her shoulder again. “We’ll find them as soon as we can.”
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Charlotte
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Historian
Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be all right.
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 23, 2011 18:54:10 GMT
Like the pink-haired female in their little company Charlotte started when the glass erupted overhead and came raining down, tinkling against the concrete like fragile rain, splintering into even smaller shards and reflecting the firelight almost beautifully. The historian's eyes roamed upward as though to check for any other tumbling debris and then she glanced back at her companions. The smoke outside the building was just as cloying as inside and she coughed as they passed through an almost eerie cloud of it, using the sweater she wore to keep Figaro covered until they passed through it.
"They're probably fighting off the attack," Charlotte said with a strange kind of certainty in her voice. It just fit in her head that Isabella and Neal would be defending the pack and with tooth and claw if necessary. They had proven themselves as dedicated fighters almost immediately and Charlotte had quickly taken a liking to them just as she had with the others of their number who had joined the pack. "They'll be okay." She sounded sure of that as well.
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Imogen
Pack Werewolf
Rayne's Pack
Ya gonna watch me walk, then watch me walk
Posts: 38
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Post by Imogen on Mar 29, 2011 16:22:13 GMT
Imogen simply nodded. Both females were right -- it was quite possible that Neal and Bella were still in the building somewhere, no doubt trying to make sure they got as many of their people to safety. Still, the worry she felt couldn't be helped; Imogen liked Bella and Neal. They could be a bit intimidating, that was certain, but they had never been anything but kind.
More than just that, though, the young female was certain that the older pair would be able to take charge. They were strong and capable fighters, that was more than apparent. If anyone was going to make it through the night, it would be them, and Imogen knew that was no exaggeration. Neal and Bella were dominant wolves, so Imogen already respected them and deferred to them, but she realized that she was more concerned about those two than her own Alphas.
The fact that she hadn't seen hide nor hair of Rayne and Dante wasn't something she could simply ignore. Why weren't they helping to fight, or trying to herd everyone to safety?
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Adalina
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 25
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Post by Adalina on Mar 30, 2011 20:49:47 GMT
Ada could see Neal and Bella pulling of both of the scenarios that she and Charlotte had suggested, and doing them at the same time. They were extremely good at leading and handling problematic situations, so she didn’t doubt that they were doing what they did best. That thought, though, lead her to wondering if the whole attack on the hotel would have happened had the pack boasted different individuals in the roles of their leaders. It was possible, she supposed, since some couldn’t be swayed from a decision no matter what, but she thought that it would have been much harder for them to pull off had their leaders actually been doing their duty.
As they made their way along the building, Adalina wondered who had made it out of the building so far. She hoped that everyone would make it out to safety, but she knew that that just wasn’t likely. She hated to think that way, hate to so much as consider the possibility of deaths, but realistically, she knew that the chances of everyone making it out of the burning building were slim to none.
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Imogen
Pack Werewolf
Rayne's Pack
Ya gonna watch me walk, then watch me walk
Posts: 38
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Post by Imogen on Apr 8, 2011 16:24:50 GMT
Even Imogen, usually so optimistic no matter her surroundings, couldn't find a way to spin this. There would be so many, not just Neal and Bella, attempting to get as many wolves to safety as they could, but there would still be casualties. In the chaos there was no way to tell who was where; they had no plan for a situation like this, because no one could have ever imagined something like this happening. Maybe no one had been killed.
Or maybe half the pack was still inside. There was no way of knowing.
The three wolves continued there quick trot down the side of the building, the long trek leading them back towards the parking lot. It was then that Imogen spotted the two figures, one of them buckled with pain, on the blacktop. "Kaleigh! Derrick!"
She bolted without a second thought.
Continued in: The Parking Lot with Adalina and Charlotte
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Finn
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
War is overdue. The time has come for you to shoot your leaders down.
Posts: 46
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Post by Finn on Apr 17, 2011 19:00:36 GMT
CONTINUED FROM: Empty Room with Penelope.
As landings went Finn's wasn't exactly perfect. If he was going to be brutally honest -- at least with himself -- it was far from it. He had seen pups with only a few decades under their belt pull off better landings but when the ground rushed up to meet him and he braced it was at that exact moment that blood loss and the burn of the silver decided to try and play merry havoc with everything from his vision to his balance. His knees bent and he rolled but despite his intentions he didn't come up in a crouch when he was done, instead ended up on his back with a grimace on his face and the distinct roll of nausea threatening to rise from up. His wounded arm trembled and he opened his eyes to see the sky overhead, the stars covered in a haze of drifting cloud.
That wasn't cloud, he realised after a moment. It was smoke. The fire was getting out of hand and it was only a matter of time before parts of the hotel started to collapse. Finn rolled over and found Penelope close by as he struggled his way to his knees, biting back any sounds of complaint or discomfort. Just because he had been bested in a fight that didn't mean Finn had lost his very strong sense of pride.
"I can hear voices," he said, his own somewhat strained as he struggled to pull everything back together after the less than perfect landing. Turning carefully to look back over his shoulder, neck craned, he realised where they had to be coming from and started to haul himself up, wincing and yet only allowing himself a grunt at the back of his throat. Penelope helped him up just as she had upstairs in the empty room and Finn thanked her under his breath, going on to add the need to hurry; who knew what might follow them out of the hotel? Carrying their prized possessions between them as best they could, the two wasted no more time in following the voices out of the side street.
CONTINUED IN: Parking Lot with Penelope.
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Sheppard
Alpha Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 13
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Post by Sheppard on Aug 7, 2011 0:50:37 GMT
Melting into the background, Sheppard moved into a deeper shadow, using the swirling smoke to hide his position, but staying out of the way enough to keep his sense of smell clear. Too many coming out alive - and some even female. His eyes flashed with anger. How dare the females be grouping - and the males.. shameful to see them relying on those mongrel bitches to save their sorry hides.
His hands twitched. There were too many to take them out quietly on his own. A snarl built in his throat.
Suddenly his nose twitched. A scent curled through the air - female.. fear... and she was alone. So afraid. His mouth nearly watered at the deliciousness of her fear - here was prey. This could be used. He began to move... a ghostly form as he began to hunt.
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Sheppard
Alpha Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 13
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Post by Sheppard on Aug 7, 2011 9:16:54 GMT
The brown hair of the female caught the wind. Her scent came cleanly to him, even through the smoke. He got closer and closer. She was too busy climbing out the window to notice him. She coughed- sputtered. She was paying so much attention to getting out of the building, she had lost sights and smells of her surroundings. The bitch didn't know what was going on around her. She was a waste of the gift. All of them were.
She'd gotten outside and was just standing upright to get her bearings when Sheppard came up from behind. He moved with the lightning ability of his years. She was in his grip, a hand over her mouth and nose. While he would have loved to spend time explaining to her why she did not deserve the gift - or perhaps look her over for possibility to produce more into his fold... now was not the time. Her struggles were brief.
He took a breath in, and before he'd exhaled, her head was snapped around. Her neck was broken, her death immediate. How to make the most of her death...
His hand melted into a claw, and one arm held her up as he raked the claws down her body, rending her garments and the blood oozing slowly without the heart to pulse it through the wounds. He pulled her arms until they hung at terrible angles. He broke her knees to bend the wrong way. Then he broke her in half- leaving the skin together. She was a mass of injury - a warped and swollen shade of what she'd been in life.
And an accurate depiction of the sheer pollution she had been on the gift of wolf.
He moved to the edge of the building, and with a look, made sure he was seen for a split second -heaving her body into the air to the edge of the parking lot.
Then he melted into the smoke to return to watch his pack work.
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Sheppard
Alpha Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 13
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Post by Sheppard on Sept 15, 2011 5:55:45 GMT
He saw Ripper moving through the building, watching the large wolf bleeding, but still moving. He'd account for the two fighters he'd seen his wolf let escape, but they were not unscathed - and the pain he'd seen him dole out was good. Particularly on the female. Degrading it had been - perfectly so.
His nostrils flared, looking for his other flock - where were they - this needed to begin to move towards its conclusion - the flames to engulf the bodies that were left, and to move on.
He raised his voice - letting his throat form a short howl - a signal. His eyes flashed his wolf's color as he waited for response. Time to bring black rain.
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Sheppard
Alpha Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 13
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Post by Sheppard on Dec 24, 2011 1:09:41 GMT
Oblivious to the presence of an unfamiliar male down below the female leapt from the window high in the building with others following after her, two males and a female. Rayne had become something of a stranger in her own pack, she had disconnected and in doing so distanced herself from those she had once looked on with the fondness of one family member to another. All she felt now was a desire to flee the flames and the suffocating smoke that had been sweeping through the building she and her equal had claimed for the pack. She supposed it hadn't felt like home in some time. Perhaps it was only fitting that it came crumbling down.
With shards of glass raining down around her as she tucked into a crouch upon landing she turned her head to see the male she hadn't noticed from above. As Dante, Zo and Nia landed close to her, her fellow Alpha and her Betas, she let her eyes shift to the colour of her wolf and rose to her full height. She didn't recognise the male. He was not one of the pack. The scent of blood was heavy in the air. This close to The Four Seasons at this time meant one thing and one thing alone: he was an enemy, and a dangerous threat.
Sheppard regarded the female before him as he collected himself from his own movement. She was the Alpha female if his information was good, and his eyes flashed at the bitch. To not only be permitted to rise to Alpha, but to be allowed to believe herself to be so... this bitch above all needed to be put down. He looked at her with pity in his eyes. Pity that she had been given so much she had not deserved... that she couldn't possibly understand. And here she was, running like a rat. Her life had gone on too long. "You should be ashamed." His words were quiet, and a snarl ran through them.
Her hair was across her eyes as she studied the male, quickly but carefully, not wanting to underestimate her foe. She sensed Dante come up close to her back, but she tensed her shoulders and that was enough to tell her mate that this fight was hers, not his, and she wanted him to stay back. “You don’t belong here,” she said, her voice ground out with a growl. “Leave now, and I’ll let you live.”
He regarded her quietly, hands easily at his sides. "You are who does not belong. You do not deserve this, and are being cleansed." He looked at the male behind her and sighed quietly. To allow the female to dictate... "It will not be tolerated. You will not leave, and you will not live."
Behind her, her three companions were growling, their feral voices joining in a chorus of aggression, but Rayne kept herself from joining them, opting instead for composure. “This territory is mine, not yours. You may have claimed our home and spilled our blood, but you will not force us out.”
He shook his head once. "I already have." His eyes flashed. "You invited me with your weakness, you have wasted your gifts and ruined wolves." He found Ripper in wolf form and sent: More fire. This needs to end. He looked each of the males directly in the eyes, and then looked back at her. "Time to die."
Rayne did growl then, showing her wolf’s eyes before she let it ride to the surface in a wave of fur and anger. This male had presumed to intrude upon her territory and bring his monsters with him to hurt her pack; she might have neglected them, but she had never planned for any of this. She might have felt distanced and detached, but she was still their Alpha, and she could do this for them. Her tall, dark wolf form ploughed forward and she bellowed furiously. She would kill this creature, and avenge those whose lives had been lost.
In a blink, his wolf was to the fore and he waited til the last moment of her charge, moving to the side with frightening speed and slashed her with his claws along her side as she flung herself towards him. His snarl was deafening and along with the slash he hit her, solidly connecting with a sickening thud, forcing her sideways. He completely ignored the other males, though he did not turn his back.
Pain flared through her body but she turned and charged again. Pain was something an Alpha lived with, something they dealt with and overcame, and that was exactly what she would do now. Dante made to rush forward again, but she turned her head towards him with a sound that was practically a roar, denying him even if his only wish was to protect her. This was her fight, and no one else’s. She lowered her head as she charged, slamming herself full-force into her enemy’s chest like a rampaging bull.
Sheppard braced himself and took the force of her charge, then falling backwards, his back legs pushing her up and over, flying over his form and into the ground beyond. He was up immediately, and grabbing her back leg where she flailed he clamped down with his jaw, until the bone snapped, pulling away and standing over her, ready to plunge his claws into her exposed bulk.
Her howl was agonised and angry, changing to a roar as those claws raked through her flesh as well. Her blood rushed to the surface and spilled over her fur. Twisting on the ground, she swiped at his face and his chest, her jet black claws wickedly sharp and posed to tear as much as his own. First blood was his, but the last would not be, she was determined.
The blood smell was intoxicating, she was losing and he knew it - it was enough that he was slower to back up, and her claws caught his chest, raking shallowly across his torso. That a female blooded him... that she dared... His roar was ear-splitting, and he swung with all his might, cracking her across the muzzle, driving her head to the ground with a sickening crack. His back leg came forward and kicked her, the dull thud peppered with small snaps as her ribs gave way. He rose to his full height, teeth bared and howled once, preparing to finish her off...
Blood filled her mouth and spattered out of her jaws when her head struck the ground, more spraying as he kicked her and she coughed, a deep and pained sound that rattled up from her aching chest. She twisted despite her agony, baring her teeth at him in response, her feline features twisted in hatred and defiance, but beneath it all was that pain not even an Alpha could deny. Her coat was slick with her own blood, her muscles and joints were aching, and her flesh had been torn; the fight had been brief, but brutal. This was not as it had been with her predecessor, a lengthy, drawn-out clash of tooth and claw that would end with a tactical strike that half-blinded and weakened her opponent. There would be no such windows with this male, and she could see that as she looked up at the creature that intended to end her life.
It was at that exact moment that a huge bulk of muscle and fur came barrelling between her and her enemy. Their enemy. Dante left himself vulnerable as he swept in, and the scent of his blood struck the air as their foe came crashing down, and then the world was moving in a rush. Rayne felt herself thrown aside, and then the familiar weight and warmth of her mate was against her, even as her transformation reversed, her strength failing her as her blood pulsed out of the ugly wounds that had been torn in her flesh. Dante changed as well, gathering her up in his arms, holding her close against him, both protective and possessive, and Zo and Nia came in close, the group pressing in even as the Alpha male put more and more distance between them and the lone male.
Rayne wanted to protest, to tell her mate that they needed to stay and fight, but her head was swimming and her body felt spent. Bones had been shattered and her skin was slick with her own spilt blood, she felt sick and dizzy. She felt defeated. Shame filled her, and she blinked back the tears in her eyes as she clung to her mate as much in grief as in her need for reassurance. Even as she clung to Dante, she felt him turn and move away, walking at first and then with more speed and urgency. Soon he was running, Zo and Nia at his heels, and Rayne could only bury her face in his face as they left everything behind.
He was knocked off balance and then his prey was carried away. He started to follow, angry to be denied his kill, but she had been badly wounded. If she lived, she would be weaker for a time, punished and shamed, if she died... well. That was ideal. He melted into his human form again and looked up as the building began to crack and pop - the collapse was coming, slowly. Flames ripped through the halls. Their work here was nearly complete.
Co-written, Clez and Nentikobe
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Hunter
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
And I won't listen to this heavenly fa?ade.
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Post by Hunter on May 8, 2012 22:16:44 GMT
CONTINUED FROM: Hallways.
Fury tore through his muscular frame, threatening to shred his insides with razor claws, as he fell from the shattered window several storeys up. With his wolf howling savagely inside of him he forced his weight around in the air, pushing his body to correct as it tumbled down swiftly towards the ground. There was a ridiculous human saying that flashed briefly through his wrath-consumed mind, the bigger they are the harder they fall, but by the time the concrete below came rushing up to meet him, it had been chased out by Hunter's determination to inflict more damage, whether it be on something flesh and bone that would bleed and scream as he tore it limb from limb, or the burning building itself. At that point, anything would do.
When he landed his knees bent to absorb the impact, and he stayed down in his tight crouch for several seconds, his growl a low and rolling rumble in the base of his throat. Blood dripped from his shattered nose to the dirty ground below him, but he didn't even so much as lift a hand to swipe it from his top lip. The face of the female who had landed the blow would never leave his memory, of that Hunter was sure, just as he was certain of the fact that he would destroy her completely if their paths ever crossed again.
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Sheppard
Alpha Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 13
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Post by Sheppard on Jul 29, 2012 23:17:29 GMT
Sheppard turned his head as one of his own landed just next to him. He watched as the male landed next to him, and smelled his blood. That he had been blooded by this inferior pack was bad enough, but that he was hesitating before going back inside - that could not be born. This was his wolf, and he would not let this slide without punishment.
"Hunter." The word was thick with his disapproval. "You wait before getting back into the fray? Wait while the weak gather? You punish me!"
He reached over to where the male was still crouched and hauled him up as you would a naughty puppy. He shook him, the blood spattering on him fueling his rage. "You are blooded and yet you STAY!" He roared with rage.
"GO! And regain my favor! Blood them! Burn them! Kill them all."
And he heaved the his wolf towards the chaos he had created.
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Hunter
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
And I won't listen to this heavenly fa?ade.
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Post by Hunter on Aug 4, 2012 14:32:55 GMT
There were very few people indeed who could grab him in such a fashion or snap commands at him without being met with hostility. It just so happened that there was no one more permitted to do so than Sheppard, and in the face of such disapproval Hunter hung his head and almost cowered. He allowed himself to be shaken like an unruly pup, his eyes low and kept from Sheppard's so there could be no mistake about who was dominant here.
Hunter owed his life to Sheppard. Sheppard had created him, and must be obeyed in all things. That was Hunter's purpose in life boiled down to its simplest form, and the idea that he had displeased his Alpha made him sick to his stomach with anger. He almost lifted his gaze to the window from which he had been so forcefully thrown by the she-wolf and the male with whom she had fought side by side, and it was all he could do to swallow back a growl.
Managing to keep his feet when he was all but thrown towards the burning building once again, Hunter dipped his head low in submission and acknowledgement before turning his gaze up and to the wall, finding a window through which he could make his second entrance. Without any further hesitation, and only the softest growl, this time of lethal determination, he vaulted himself up and towards his entry point.
CONTINUED IN: Hallways.
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