Finn
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
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Post by Finn on Nov 28, 2010 3:41:33 GMT
Finn was a lean male of average height and he had always known that his strength lay in his speed and agility rather than his strength; that had always suited and actually pleased him. Too many wolves prided themselves on their brute strength, as though that was really something to consider as an achievement over, say, intellect or experience when it came to things like culture. Or wealth. Finn would never be the strongest wolf in any room, save perhaps when it was just Penelope and himself, and that disturbed him very little, if at all. Now, though, it posed a problem and a rather dangerous one; the male who had smashed their way into the room was obviously built for fighting, muscular and broad as well as tall, and really to compare the two of them was like setting two extremes side by side. Finn was aware of how outmatched he was in perhaps all but speed and agility, but he needed room to move in order to make use of those traits. The room was far from large, and they were already taking up a lot of the space.
The thrown blade that spilt Penelope's blood and had the foul scent of burnt flesh striking the warm, close air in the room did indeed distract Finn, his dark eyes widening visibly as the she-wolf was wounded. As the only member of the pack for whom he cared, Finn was genuinely concerned and it flashed through his eyes, a rarity in a male who was usually so cool-seeming, so composed and some might even say stern or callous. In that moment he was none of those things, instead worried and shocked perhaps it shifted into something protective, angry and even bordering on vengeful. Penelope would survive the wound, yes, but that wasn't the point. This wolf, this intruder, had harmed the one member of the pack he would call friend, and that was unacceptable.
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Ripper
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Post by Ripper on Dec 20, 2010 17:40:29 GMT
The smells in the room fired through his blood, the smoke scents from the rest of the hotel, and the fear so thick in the room. Ripper was in his element now, chaos and mayhem with blood and fear... such a headying mix.
The wounding of the female had an effect on the male he was battling... something Ripper did not understand. Surely her presence should distract the male only to the point that she should be killed, or better yet, thrown infront of himself so he could escape. There was no other reason for a female in Ripper's world, thanks to Sheppard. He watched, unaware that the flare in the other wolf's eyes was not the thrill of the fight, but yet, something more dangerous.
Nothing that would matter to Ripper. He would end this battle soon. He was becoming bored with the female's gasps of pain, however small, and this ...swordsman... was not the prey he wanted. He wanted something with some more brute fight in it.. something to rip up.
Retreiving a third knife from his hip, he wielded two, moving like liquid in the thick air. He snarled, letting his eyes blaze the color of his wolf and leaping forward. His knives met at either side of the blade, pushing backwards, the blood from his chest wound spattering to the other's face as he pushed backwards. One flick of his wrists would snap the blade, and he bared his teeth at the other wolf.
"Time to bleed."
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Penelope
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Post by Penelope on Dec 22, 2010 21:56:01 GMT
Frustration warred with the panic and fear in her gaze as she glanced wildly around the room, searching for something, anything she could use as a weapon, not only to defend herself if the vulgar wolf decided to turn its attention back onto her, but also to help protect Finn. He was her friend, quite possibly the closest friend she had in the pack – perhaps even had ever had – and Penelope was not going to just stand there like some helpless maiden incapable of lifting a finger, not when they were being attacked. There had to be something she could use, something she could do, even as the intruder tried to force Finn away, more blades flashing in the light. Blades. Blades.
Gracefully she dropped, violin case placed on the ground behind her, other hand reaching out, fingers curling around the handle of the small blade that had been discarded, thrown with the intent to wound and kill if possible. Now she could use it herself, hopefully against her would be killer. The room might be empty of anyone living there, but it wasn’t empty of objects, wooden chair against a desk, grabbed with her other hand, swinging it roughly at the back of the wolf, hoping that he would be too distracted to notice her movements until it was too late. He clearly didn’t see her as a threat and that would be his downfall, eyes burning gold as the chair was swung.
Time to bleed, indeed.
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Finn
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
War is overdue. The time has come for you to shoot your leaders down.
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Post by Finn on Jan 29, 2011 16:36:53 GMT
Penelope was something of a distraction, yes, but not in any negative way, not to Finn. Anyone else would have been that sort of distraction but he had connected with Penelope many years ago and they were of like minds and intellects and tastes, kindred spirits if that sort of label could even apply to people like them. They not only tolerated one another, but liked one another, and given how particular they each were, that was saying something. There was no one else in the pack Finn would have fought for, and the fact that this enemy male had dared to harm her provoked the English male's ire unquestionably.
Of course, that anger did him little good when up against what he was reluctant to admit was a superior swordsman; the other wolf wasn't even using a sword, exactly, but instead shorter blades. That didn't change his obvious skill level or the fact that he had drawn blood. It certainly didn't lessen the danger he posed, coming forward like a flash and trapping Finn's rapier so easily. Finn felt the strain of the weapon in his hand and in what would have been a foolish sacrifice in the eyes of many, released the sword altogether. It was one of the few things he considered prized and he had recognised that strain; just the slightest application of extra pressure would break the blade and he would rather release it and have it drop to the floor than see it broken.
In the next second he saw the forceful swing of the wooden chair through the air and took a quick step back to save himself from the inevitable -- or so he hoped -- shower of debris.
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Ripper
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Post by Ripper on Feb 13, 2011 2:06:00 GMT
He dropped his blade. Ripper's lips curled in a snarl - the idiocy of dropping the weapon - it bounced to the side aimlessly and it was out of Ripper's mind as soon as it hit the floor.
The chair broke across his shoulders. The werewolf weilding it was of course stronger than a human, and she swung it with intent to hurt - emotion behind it aiding the strength of the blow...
But it hit the shoulders of a muscular werewolf in mid-fight. A nearly century old killing machine. The chair shattered into splinters, the bits flying through the air - and dangerously. They flew towards Finn's face, flying harmlessly past Ripper's cheeks. He noticed the splinters as they went by and snapped his blades up, never pausing in his onslaught. His eyes shone with the joy of bloodshed and chaos... this was what the wolf lived for.
Without flourish and with centuries of practice behind him, Ripper shoved one dagger into the other male's shoulder. He pulled the blade from the wound immediately, ripping as he pulled, allowing the silver edges to burn as they entered and left, and with his other hand backhanded the female where she stood, half turned after the swing of the useless chair.
He leapt back, allowing his teeth to sharpen, and his nose to elongate a little - a disconcerting look, as the fur began to sprout from his cheeks. He gave a howl - a chilling note - he was finished with these two. Time to kill them both and move on.
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Finn
Pack Werewolf
Bella's Pack
War is overdue. The time has come for you to shoot your leaders down.
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Post by Finn on Feb 18, 2011 1:40:25 GMT
With his head ducked down and to the side Finn was able to avoid the inevitable shower of splinters he left himself vulnerable to the greater danger. Two significant -- albeit, in the long run, perhaps unavoidable -- mistakes in a matter of seconds when looked back on later wouldn't help with his mood but it was the furthest thing from his mind when sharp, biting pain drove into his shoulder, freeing an immediate cry of pain. Control and pride couldn't keep the abrupt sound inside, not when the burn of silver flared through the wounded joint, pain quickly building to agony as the blade was wrenched free once again, tearing flesh and freeing more blood, doing extra damage on the way out. Finn wasn't a fighter, he didn't engage in physical combat but instinctively he knew the arm was all but useless now; between the swift loss of blood, the ragged tearing of the wound and the burn of the silver, he certainly wouldn't be reclaiming his rapier any time soon and stepping back into combat.
Staggering back after the blade was torn free, Finn couldn't help but stumble, losing his balance and falling to the ground as that howl filled the room. A chill raced up the length of the buckled male's spine, the eerie sound lingering, and he was secretly glad for Penelope's presence as she made it to his side. There was an angry red mark across the side of her face -- he hadn't heard it but the other male had struck her, it was plain to see -- and briefly he felt anger flash through his anew before he looked up and past the she-wolf to their attacker. Finn barely had time to register the unnerving blur of man and wolf before the door was all but thrown off its frame by the first of two new arrivals. It wasn't often that Finn was glad to see others in the pack outside of Penelope, but given who it was who surged in through the opening, he was more than willing to make an exception.
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Gabriel
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Bella's Pack
Tell me what you feel, now you're here.
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Post by Gabriel on Feb 18, 2011 2:00:07 GMT
CONTINUED FROM: Hallways with Calista.
During their rush through the hallways Gabriel had overtaken Calista and when they reached the room to which they had tracked the scent of Penelope's blood he was glad for it; the blood of another had joined the she-wolf's and the identity was confirmed the second the door flew inward, almost buckling right off its hinges. Finn was buckled on the ground, blood pooling out of his shoulder, and Penelope was close at his side, also wounded. The assessment took a second, no more, no less, and then Gabriel was focused entirely on the threat, the unknown male in the room with the two younger wolves.
The temptation to transform before he rushed the other male was strong but pressed down all the same, one of the axes on his person swung free and brought into play as it came around in an arc that was intended to push the other wolf back and away from Finn and Penelope. With room to step between the enemy and those he wished to protect, Gabriel felt comfortable enough to swing again, this time aiming to strike the intruder rather than push him back and away. The room wasn't really big enough for his weapons -- his axes and his sword were both close-combat but they had range and there were a lot of people in the room, it was bordering on dangerous to use the weapons he carried when those he called friends, or at least pack, were so close -- but if the need arose he would improvise; whether that meant resorting to unarmed combat or shifting to his wolf form, he would do whatever was necessary.
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Calista
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Tell me are you free...
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Post by Calista on Feb 18, 2011 4:18:27 GMT
"Finn! Penelope!"
Hot on Gabriel's heels came Calista, the dark-haired female's eyes ablaze with wolfen fury; two of her pack had been hurt by this intruder, and her wolf would not stand for that. As tempting as it was to leap in at Gabriel's side, there wasn't nearly enough room for such a battle. The two wounded young wolves would be her first priority -- they needed to at least get out of immediate danger.
Graceful as ever, Calista ducked under the backswing from Gabriel's axe, all but sliding across the floor on her knees until her body was between the younger pair and the fight. The way she crouched before them was nothing short of protective -- mother-wolf in every way possible. She kept her bright eyes on the action, but when she spoke, her words were meant for Finn and Penelope, "How bad is it? Can the two of you move?"
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Finn
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Bella's Pack
War is overdue. The time has come for you to shoot your leaders down.
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Post by Finn on Feb 24, 2011 20:11:38 GMT
The idiot Madden was going to take someone's head off but Finn's usual spite and scorn were understandably subdued right then, overwhelmed by the lingering, burning pain that went with the steady flow of blood from his torn shoulder. It was going to scar, most likely, and later he would have plenty of time to be irate about that but all Finn wanted to do right then was reclaim the rapier and the violin and get himself and Penelope out of the damned hotel, as had been the original plan. If it hadn't been for the rogue -- if in fact he was a rogue at all; for all they knew another pack had finally decided enough was enough and opted to challenge the pathetic excuses for leaders here in the Four Seasons -- smashing in through the window they would have been out and away from the spreading fire and smoke by now.
"It's not fatal," Finn managed at last after quickly considering and disregarding several other options, most of which included some sarcastic variation of how bad Calista personally thought it looked. His eyes turned to Penelope's, some of the hardness from moments ago fading away as he asked her without words if she was up to the inevitable. The window was right there, after all, and it didn't make much sense to abandon such a close-proximity escape route, especially not now.
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Ripper
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Post by Ripper on Mar 19, 2011 7:13:10 GMT
The door's explosion would not usually have distracted Ripper from his bloody impulses, but the large male and his axes were another thing entirely. He allowed himself to be driven backwards by the first swing - a worthy opponent was always welcome - he'd have plenty of time to kill the others - and the addition of another female was annoying, but he'd deal with it. But first, there was a fight to be had. He'd drawn blood on the pathetic fighter already and shown the other female she was there merely to hurt - so half his job was complete. Now to create more chaos.
Ripper backed up from the first swing of the axe, fluidly backing away, snarling loudly as he sheathed his knives, his nails elongating into black, vicious claws. His eyes glowed with his wolf and he rolled easily away from the second swing, flattening his body to the floor, then launching forward drove his head like a battering ram into the middle of the bigger fighter, driving him towards the pile of pathetic wolf flesh behind him. It would keep them where they were for now - building the beautifully fear laced room to a fevered pitch.
Ripper knew the other fighter wouldn't fall, but driving his claw into the side of the more senior fighter, he simply planned to blood him... That was his goal of all, wasn't it? Blood and terror... he snarled and began to try to pull back from the fighter to look for another opening, knowing there would be more blood... what fun....
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Gabriel
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Bella's Pack
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Post by Gabriel on Mar 22, 2011 0:16:46 GMT
There wasn't enough room for the axes. It was a decision Gabriel came to quickly and none too lightly, helped along by the other male's powerful surge forward and the fierce bury of claws in his side. A snarl rode up Gabriel's throat and with his mind made up he loosened his grip on the large axe to allow it to fall to the floor, the blade clanged loudly but his focus was on his opponent and the very real danger he posed. Blood oozed from the fresh wounds and his eyes changed colour, blue to fiery orange, a fleeting glimpse of the wolf within. There wasn't enough room for the axe and there wasn't enough room for his wolf form either. Gabriel would have to cast brute force aside and rely on agility and reflexes.
Before the other male could pull back Gabriel took hold of him and rammed his knee up into his enemy's gut, a strong slam of a blow that would have rammed the wind out of most people but he already knew it would barely faze this wolf. He felt the claws shift in his side but didn't let go, instead simply manoeuvred his opponent forcefully, pushing him back far enough so that he could yank down whilst bringing his knee up, cracking the latter against the other wolf's face.
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Penelope
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Post by Penelope on Mar 22, 2011 0:32:07 GMT
She supposed she should be grateful, more grateful towards Gabriel and Calista as they burst into the room. As arrogant as Penelope could be – and she was, in her own view, a fully capable wolf – she knew that the male opposite them was more than a match. Without the arrival of the older fighters, who could have said what would happen? Penelope knew that she would not have abandoned Finn, would not have given into fear on her own and so it was a relief to know that he could move on his own, that he was not hurt. There was relief there anyway, relief that her friend was alive, but also relief that she would not have to suffer further, her skin burning from the forming bruise that was colouring pale skin.
There was still a part of her, something small in the pit of her stomach, that almost wished others hadn’t come to their aid. It was humiliating, a blow to badly damage the pride and Penelope needed her pride, it was a heat which kept her moving through the day, allowed her to tilt her head just so and deal with some of the less desirable members of this pack. Without her pride, the blond female didn’t know what she had, only that she felt… less as a result. As if by saving them, the fighters had also managed to take a piece away from her, carved it out with axe and concerned words.
Eyes flickered to the window, a split second look, sizing it up once more and she had almost forgotten in the confusion, why they had come into this room in the first place. Behind her, Gabriel continued to engage the wolf that had invaded their home, bought them precious time, time they shouldn’t waste here, not when there was a crack of knee meeting face. “We should go,” Penelope said shortly, hand resting lightly on Finn’s elbow, a soft motion just to remind herself that he was still there and fine. As fine as he could be in the situation of course. “Before the men stop playing.”
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Calista
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Tell me are you free...
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Post by Calista on Mar 22, 2011 16:14:02 GMT
Gabriel was giving them the time they needed. Even as her wolf bayed at her, telling her that she needed to help the older fighter, Calista knew better. Finn and Penelope first. They needed to get out and away from any immediate danger. "Go," she said shortly. "Don't stop until you find more of our own."
Calista rose to her feet. She new neither Penelope nor Finn would appreciate a hand up, their pride wouldn't let them, but that didn’t' mean she wouldn't protect them if she could. The Greek female stood and turned to face the fight; if something happened, if something went wrong, then at least she would be another barrier that the enemy wolf would need to get through.
Her hold on her weapons tightened, as if they could anchor her to the spot. The scent of blood threw her wolf into a rage, but Calista held. Finn and Penelope needed to get to safety.
Then she would be able to get to Gabriel.
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Finn
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War is overdue. The time has come for you to shoot your leaders down.
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Post by Finn on Mar 23, 2011 0:18:44 GMT
Finn's characteristic irritation and disapproval of everyone around him had started to fade under the weight of the burn of silver through his shoulder and its slow but steady spread down his arm and towards his chest. He was becoming increasingly aware of the fact that he was sweating and a twist of nausea was starting up in the pit of his stomach. The wound needed to be cleaned out and treated and Finn was well aware of that fact. By all rights he should have been more angry than he usually was but he couldn't deny the low gnaw of concern through his mind and he knew the sooner he and Penelope got out of the hotel and away from the fight that was no longer their own the better off they would be.
So instead of snapping at Calista or offering some kind of blunt sarcasm or other biting remark he nodded his head and struggled to his feet with Penelope's support at his elbow, her touch reassuring in more ways than one, none of which he had time to analyse right then. His dark eyes watched the play for power not far away and then he looked at Penelope meaningfully before heading towards the window. Calista was right; they needed to get out right now and find others from the pack outside and stay with them. Safety in numbers. Without even realising Finn had reclaimed his dropped rapier from the ground and Penelope had found a moment to collect the things she had been carrying -- including his violin still in its case -- and it was only when he reached the window that they had their hands full once again. A single glance out of the window while the two other males in the room continued to struggle for dominance and the upper hand behind him showed Finn that it wasn't too great a drop but it would be made more difficult with the injury. Summoning what he could of his usual arrogance he stepped back and met Penelope's gaze, saying firmly, "You go first and I'll follow you." There was a moment in which he thought she might be considering arguing with him before she clambered up onto the ledge and then leapt for safety. Finn watched her drop and then glanced back over his shoulder in Calista's direction before drawing in as deep a breath as his aching chest would allow and following Penelope out the window.
CONTINUED IN: Side Street with Penelope.
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Ripper
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Post by Ripper on Apr 9, 2011 11:42:34 GMT
Fight and rage boiled through Ripper's blood - his wolf's heat pouring through his muscles as he fought with the other male - very nearly a worthy opponent. The thump of the knee served to push him back.. and he let a snarl of frustration free as he heard the scuffling sounds of his original prey retreating. That kill was being denied him - hopefully other members of his pack would pick those weaklings down. For now, he had damage to cause, and a fight to enjoy.
He gained a foothold, and the claws on his hand extended to make the wound he was already inflicting - and then suddenly the other's leg was cracking across his face. He threw himself back, straightening and snarling, taking in the room and the absence of his prey. "Shoud've let me kill the female." His eyes flicked to the new female in the room - this one had the audacity to be looking at him - watching him as he fought the other male. He looked from one to the other and gave a bark of laughter as his wolf took over, the huge animal coming to view in century smoothness. Teeth bared, his huge claws dripping blood... Ripper howled with rage and moved fast, his jaws opened to aim at the female in the room.
How dare she join this fight - worse yet, cause him to lose his original kill. It was not to be borne... and Sheppard would punish her for it - so he would now. He was lightening fast, and his claws slashed for her upper body as his jaws went for her throat.
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