Ripper
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 16
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Post by Ripper on Jun 10, 2010 13:26:52 GMT
Ripper stood with his head high, completely still, save the finger that moved slowly - so slowly over his knife hilt. Again and again, the whispery rasp of his callused fingers against the roughened hilt. His eyes flowed with the color of his wolf, nearly a constant flare for the last few days, only stopping when he was forced out into the public areas of the filthy ...creatures in the city.
He waited. Still as stone, his pulse thrumming against the side of his neck. Death to the unworthy wolves. Death would come from his hands, from his knives, from his teeth... from his leader. To kill. To bring blood. Break bone. Ride the lightening reflexes of his knife with his flowing speed... to bring Sheppard to glory.
Pain. Killing. It was coming. For Ripper... it was like Christmas. Oh, what would the first gift be?
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Sheppard
Alpha Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 13
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Post by Sheppard on Jun 12, 2010 0:06:31 GMT
"Kincaid." A single, low and almost softly spoken word but enough to get them all jumping, to realise that the train had finally been set in motion, Sheppard waiting for his Beta wolf to move, to head to the mouth of the side street, to be nearest the building at their chosen point of attack. He had planned for this, had prepared since news had first been brought to him that this pack was ripe for the taking. A subtle little way to gain the attention of anyone else that might be lurking within this city, a sign that he was here and he expected his Omega to return, to submit as he was supposed to do. Who knew, the little party might even draw out another missing member who was long overdue his return to his rightful pack.
To Kincaid would go the honour of starting the attack, of lighting the first fire-bomb to end this miserable little pack once and for all. How such a group had managed to survive for as long as they had with such rot infesting them was beyond him. It was one thing to have such weak leaders, to be falling apart from the top down, but aside from that they had so many females. Worse they allowed such pathetic creatures to have any real role and power, to be considered fighters and the pack had never seen fighters, not true ones such as the males grouped around him. Their time was now.
Patience. Sheppard had patience, could wait and now the moment was almost at hand. As soon as Kincaid was ready, the First would give his order, would let his mighty flock run free.
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Kincaid
Beta Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold.
Posts: 12
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Post by Kincaid on Jun 12, 2010 1:18:44 GMT
Kincaid looked to his Alpha calmly and nodded, That was all he needed to hear, he had spent long enough following Sheppard to understand what exactly it was he intoned with a single utterance of his name in that way. It was time to begin. As ever he was ready.
Light on his feet despite his size the Beta moved a fair piece away from where the others were standing, hefting a Molotov cocktail into his large, gloved hand, thepads of his bare fingers gripping the glass fiercely. A crude device at best, but none the less effective and adequate to their needs. From his pocket he brought out the simple lighter that had been waiting their and flicked it to life without preamble, the flame jumping into being and flickering for a moment before steadying. Kincaid let it lick the tip of the cloth that had been stuffed into the bottle. When it had hold of the material the powerful, old male wound back his arm and took aim, eyes narrowing slightly before he flung it at one of the windows of the hotel.
Glass smashed once, then twice as the bottle hit home and there was an almighty whoosh followed by a brilliant and instant glow of flames exploding and consuming. It had begun.
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Sheppard
Alpha Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 13
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Post by Sheppard on Jun 12, 2010 22:25:06 GMT
There was no change in expression as Kincaid reacted to the unspoken order, as he prepared to hurt and to bring fire raining down on the weak wolves as they deserved. Inside though, he was smiling, a proud and cold smirk if it had become a visible expression. It never failed to please him how willing his pack were, loyal and well behaved, ruthless killing machines, just as he trained them. They were designed to be perfect; perfect at killing, at causing hurt, perfect at obeying their Alpha and following his orders when he gave them.
The orders were simple. Kill, destroy, hurt. Do as they pleased in order to bring the pack to their knees, to make them pay for thinking they had any right to carry the title of werewolf. Cool eyes swept over the rest of his pack, knowing they were just as prepared as his beta, just as ready. "Run free my flock," Sheppard ordered, sweeping an arm out towards the hotel which was now catching alight, in flames. He would follow at a slower pace, would observe from the outside the screams and cries of the trapped rats. Let his wolves have their fun tonight, he would gain satisfaction from simply watching them at play.
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Hunter
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
And I won't listen to this heavenly fa?ade.
Posts: 29
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Post by Hunter on Jun 13, 2010 0:12:47 GMT
As Kincaid moved to obey the command issued to him by Sheppard in the simple utterance of his name, the others simply stood and watched, obedient and patient as always, waiting for the moment when they would be released from that stillness, that limbo. When it came, Hunter felt a thrill of anticipation lace like ice up and then down his spine, something that should have, by all rights, made him smile, but instead all he did was let the hue of the wolf rise to the surface in a promise of the pain and violence to come.
With the others he moved forward, all fluid, predatory grace and feral intent, a growl rolling up and over his tongue as he approached the building; like Kincaid, he had a volatile Molotov cocktail of his own, but the fire had to be spread out, it couldn't all be the ground floor or they would never catch everyone. Hunter ignited his own and aimed carefully for only a moment before rocking his weight back enough to put power and speed behind the throw. Releasing as he came forward again, he barely even paused to watch the bottle sail swiftly through the air, arcing up two floors before it shattered through the window and struck on the inside. It erupted instantly with a flare of light in the darkness, rewarding the wolves outside with the sounds of flames catching and an alarmed cry from within. It had begun.
Feral eyes turned upward and with a fresh snarl rolling off his tongue, Hunter allowed his body to shift to his wolf before he leapt at the building, powerful limbs carrying him towards the outer shell and then launching him at the wall, claws finding purchase and flaking the outer brick, sending a shower of dust as he began to climb upward with the speed and strength only a true wolf could utilise.
CONTINUED AT: The Roof.
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Sheppard
Alpha Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 13
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Post by Sheppard on Aug 24, 2010 21:59:25 GMT
Sheppard watched as his flock scattered, Kincard throwing the first blow, lighting the fuse and the spark, Hunter leaping up towards the roof. They all had their own method when it came to fighting, attacking, breaking down things and people. All had their own talents and special areas, their own way, some fighting as their true selves in wolf form and others preferring those limited advantages that the human shaped mask gave them. They were all deadly weapons in the end and he was content enough to let them fight as they chose. He had molded them yes, shaped them, dictated how and what they thought, but each had a spark of a personality that was theirs alone, given to them by Sheppard perhaps, but their own personality and own way to kill.
He waited in the shadows, expressionless, motionless except for the flickering of his eyes, shifting between the roof and the main door, scanning across windows and possible exits. It wouldn’t be long before the weak tried to escape the net that had been cast around them, already imagining their screams and sounds of pain, how they would burn and die before his eyes. It would be a night to remember.
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Kincaid
Beta Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Forcing our darkest souls to unfold.
Posts: 12
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Post by Kincaid on Aug 31, 2010 13:52:56 GMT
Kincaid waited a few moments, watching the rest of the flock move off to do as they were told , as he often did, seeing to it that they did as Sheppard told them to do. It was not that he didn't trust in their devotion but it was more that he saw it as his duty, the right hand of their Alpha male to always be ready to maintain order. There had never been need of his hand in such matters but it was part of his loyalty, it was part of how he showed his fidelity to Sheppard.
Finally he gave a slight inclination of his head, a show of deep deference and then he too moved towards the building. Instead of going up though, Kincaid went in. Straight through the front doors.
Continued in the Lobby.
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Ripper
Pack Werewolf
Sheppard's Pack
Posts: 16
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Post by Ripper on Sept 18, 2010 6:42:05 GMT
Ripper had paused. His nose filled with the sweet smell of smoke - and his ears heard the beginnings of his favorite symphony - chaos. There was no screaming yet though. Why was there no screaming? He snarled once, his eyes flashing, and moved with liquid speed to the side of the building. He chose a window - he thought there was movement... if there was movement, he'd have something to play with. If there wasn't.. he'd go find something.
He leapt up, clinging to the side of the building, never pausing to hang long, simply relying on his strength and speed to move to the window ledge... and without pausing, hurled himself headlong through the pane of glass, shattering it into sparkling stars against the smokey air.
Whatever Ripper would find behind the window was in for a good time. Ripper's version of a good time... for the glory of Sheppard.
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Lidochka
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Look me in the barrel and tell me that you love me, this is a kiss that I swear will blow your mind.
Posts: 28
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Post by Lidochka on Nov 26, 2010 15:09:15 GMT
Continued from Hallways.
It didn't take her long to realise she didn't want to stay in the side street by the hotel, the scent of wolves was so strong there she felt nauseous, the sheer power of it was like a slap to the face and the Russian wolf slid out into the alleyways nearby. There she took stock of herself – and her kitten – and found them both to be largely uninjured though the smell of smoke was so strong on her own clothes that she coughed a few times and swiped a sooty hand over her forehead to rid herself of the sweat that dappled the smooth slope of her brow. There was blood on the side of her hand when she pulled it away and she frowned down at it. At some point she must have hit her head while checking the rooms, she didn't remember and that wasn't a good sign, but she still felt able bodied enough to move, adrenaline working through her veins to motivate her.
Annoyed at the weakness the blood betrayed she huffed lightly, tickled Desya behind the ears and then pushed him a little deeper into her pocket before she raised the weapon into her arms more firmly and began to move.
Continued in Rayne's Territory; Side Streets.
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Charlotte
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Historian
Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be all right.
Posts: 47
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Post by Charlotte on Feb 26, 2011 20:05:08 GMT
CONTINUED FROM: Hallways.
For one horrible second it felt like she would fall forever and then the ground came screaming up towards her and her terror spiked, powerful and potent, flooding through everything. She wasn't going to land right, she was going to misjudge and either she or Figaro would be killed. It was going to go horribly wrong.
Then she hit the ground. Her knees bent to absorb the shock and she buckled without the use of both hands to help her. Pain shot up her leg like the drive of a blade and she gasped, tears jumping into her eyes, but looking down at the furry bundle in her arms and meeting that feline yellow gaze helped. Figaro was all right. Charlotte couldn't help herself when she smiled and gave a breathless little laugh of unbridled relief. The others entered her mind, Adalina and Imogen and she pulled herself up, wincing and hissing quietly through her teeth as her leg protested but she made it to her feet and limped out of the way so they could drop down as she called up to them. From what she could see the way was clear and there was no danger. Not yet at least. That would have to be good enough.
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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 2, 2011 1:28:13 GMT
CONTINUED FROM: Hallways
By rights, she should have splatted on the concrete with an angry twang of broken guitar. It was all Imogen could do not to close her eyes when the ground rushed up to her, but then she was suddenly there, crouched beside Charlotte. Against her back, she could feel her guitar impact and heard the sharp note of breaking strings.
More importantly, Imogen realized, she had not hit the ground face first. In fact, she was still very much alive and walking. Quickly, she moved to stand beside Charlotte, eyes automatically tracing up the side of the building to find Ada. She hoped someone would be waiting for them. Maybe the senior fighters had gathered their strength, banded together -- they would stay together as a pack. They had to.
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Adalina
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 25
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Post by Adalina on Mar 2, 2011 19:41:47 GMT
CONTINUED FROM: Hallways
Adalina landed in a crouch as the angry sound of collapsing ceiling reached her ears and she briefly wondered if it had occurred in the area of the hallway they had been standing in just moments before. If it had not been there, then it had certainly been close. She just hoped there had been no one underneath the collapsing section, wherever it had been.
Standing, she looked at the other two females, assuring herself that they were both all right and no worse for the wear. Figaro was probably anything but pleased, but at least they had all made it out without any real problems. “I think we had better go around to the front.” While they were outside, she wouldn’t feel completely comfortable with their position until they had regrouped with some of their other pack mates. Then she would allow herself to properly worry about those still left in the buildling.
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Charlotte
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack: Historian
Hold on tight, wait for tomorrow, you'll be all right.
Posts: 47
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Post by Charlotte on Mar 6, 2011 15:43:17 GMT
Still standing so close to the building there was a strong possibility that glass could explode outward from any number of windows and come raining down on their heads from above. Bricks could come loose with the collapse of ceilings and walls and they might rain down as well. They weren't safe yet. Charlotte didn't even want to think about the possibility of explosions from gas lines and who knew what else. Her stomach tightened into a knot of very real fear and she nodded at Adalina, moving with her and their brightly-haired companion towards the path that would take them around to the front of the building.
At the sight of an unmoving silhouette, Charlotte paused, reaching out with one hand to grab at Adalina's sleeve with a hissed, "Wait." It was possible paranoia might have been feeding her fear but there was something about the way the figure simply stood, almost observing, that told her it was dangerous to go any closer. Keeping her voice as low as she though she could get away with so close to the din of flames and shouting and breaking glass, she said to the others, "I don't recognise that person."
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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 17, 2011 17:29:48 GMT
Panic churned just under the surface. Imogen felt sick with it, and the awful sound of the Four Seasons crashing in on itself was doing nothing to settle her nerves. The young wolf stayed close to Charlotte and Ada, somehow resisting the urge to reach out to grab an arm or a shoulder. It wasn't until they stopped and Imogen saw that menacing, unmoving figure that she gave into that urge. Her fingers grasped at Ada's shoulder.
"He smells wrong," the young female said. It might not have made sense, but it was true. Over the acrid stench of smoke and burning wood, Imogen caught the unfamiliar sent of the lanky figure before them. It made her stomach turn over. There was something so very twisted with this male, something that told Imogen that they needed to move. Something that told her catching his attention would be a grave mistake.
"We can't let him see us."
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Adalina
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
Posts: 25
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Post by Adalina on Mar 21, 2011 17:43:49 GMT
Adalina pulled up short at the sight of the male, just as Charlotte managed to catch her sleeve. There was something off about the male, something she couldn’t put her finger on. It wasn’t just the fact that he was a stranger, not even the fact that he was a stranger simply standing there, watching as their home burned. It was something about the way he held himself, she thought, but she wasn’t really sure. Whatever it actually was, she, like her two companions, sensed that it was best that they not be seen by him if they could help it.
“The other way,” Ada said, her voice as soft as possible while still allowing them to hear her over the sounds of the fire and the building that was being consumed by it. If they had to, they could circle around the block and come at the hotel that way. “We’ll go the long way around.” Since none of them were fighters and they were all picking up on what could only be described as the wrongness of the male, she thought it was probably their best choice.
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