Warrender
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Post by Warrender on Feb 10, 2016 10:45:36 GMT
Name: Rufus Race: Werewolf
A small boy boundered between the trees of the dense forest. It was a bitterly cold and misty start to the day as the sun announced itself to the world as it started to rise on the horizon. Great plumes of mist bellowed from his breathless mouth and his chest burned as he struggled to keep running. Branches snapped as they were pushed aside and leaves rustled as feet pounded on them with each step. The sound behind him never ceased, never got quieter, only louder, snapping, snarling and the thumping of something powerful thumping the floor. He was afraid, very afraid.
He forced himself to glance behind, seeing the eyes of several Werewolves glinting as they reflected the light. They were horrific, mangled fur and blood dripping from their mouths from the feeding frenzy they had enacted upon a small village. So the boy, kept running. In his heart he knew there was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide, nothing he could do, but run.
He could hear the sounds of his pursurers all around him, he knew that they were surrounding him, boxing him in, playing with their food, his running only fueling their desires to hunt their prey and consume it. The more they played with him the more they would enjoy it. The boys chest heaved painfully and his legs were turning to jelly, he was running faster and harder than he ever thought imaginable from the knowledge of being dinner. That was when he tripped, his foot clipping an exposed root and sending the boy flying forward as he lost his footing with no chance to catch himself.
His arms flailed as he went down, unable to prevent himself from face-planting the dirt floor painfully as he hit full force, sliding several feet into the dirt as the rest of his body joined him. He lay there, limply, eyes closed, rasping breath and coughing as he sucked up dirt with each breath. There was no more fight left in him, it was over. He could hear them now, so close as they circled him. What was it they wanted from him? To run again? To keep the chase going? He was too tired, his body wouldn't listen to him, everything ached and burned. He realised he would die out here, alone, afraid.
It took him several moments to roll over, forcing his arm into the soil to push, feeling the pain as his body refused to help. As he rolled onto his back he forced his eyes to open, there was one last thing he could do and that was to face these monsters without cowardice, to accept his fate and not let them steal what he had left of his soul. He glared at the pack leader as it walked towards him and he almost swore he could see it smiling. He did not shout at the Wolf, what would be the point on speaking to it like a human.
A loud roar erupted from the boys side and all three Wolves looked and instantly snarled, racing towards the noise as another wolf, a dark grey wolf leaped to them. Smashing into the first as they grappled, mouths snapping and claws piercing deep into one anothers back. The boy watched as this powerful wolf went toe to toe with the three of them, blood spurting and howling as tooth and claw met flesh. They were powerful yes, but not as powerful as this lone wolf. The lone wolf managed to grip the neck of one of its attackers and tear his throat from him, stretching tendrils of skin and blood gushing from the wound as it fell to its side and gurgled as it died. But the attack came at a price as another slashed violently into his belly.
Howling in pain the lone warrior staggard backwards, only to have the pack leader leap upon him, his jaw wrapping itself over his shoulder and biting down, the snapping of crunching bone loudly rising above the noise of battle as he forced him to the floor. The lone warrior could not get purchase as he saw the other approach, bloodied and injured. With a violent shake he managed to hurl the pack leader from his shoulder onto the approaching wolf, cartilage and flesh flinging through the air from a gapping wound that would have meant death to a mere mortal. Leaping at the pair as they wriggled to get on all fours he grabbed them both by the throat and sank his claws in deeply, feeling the blood ooze over his hands and down the underside of his arms, matting into his fur as his arms shook from his own blood loss.
With a loud thump he dropped them to the ground, staggering back slowly as the rush started to disipate and the pain of his wounds wrecked his body. He clutched his stomach, he could see his insides protruding from the wound and felt the blood soaking him down his arms and chest waist down. He slowly fell to his knees and then to his side, his breathing shallow and haggard, but he had done it, he had saved the boy. He felt the boy approach, he didn't want him to see him this way, to appear weak but he was too injured now. He felt his tiny hands upon his blood soaked fur and his voice seemed so distant now. "... Dad? ... ... Dad? ..." And then nothing, as the long sleep crept over him.
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Rufus necked his entire pint, a bad memory emerging as he looked at the youngsters and he needed to clear his head. With a loud screech he pushed the stool he was sitting at back and stood up. "Its been a pleasure" he said sarcastically and made to leave the pub.
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Castiel
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Post by Castiel on Feb 10, 2016 13:16:27 GMT
“Thank you, sir,” Donald said, picking up the file and flicking through it, mentally storing the important information “We’ll check it out. Can you ask the Intelligencer, Miss Cropper, if she would be able to meet me at some point? I would be interested to find out more about her and her team. Thank you.”
Donald left the old man, and headed to the command centre. He entered to find the team waiting for him. They were all dressed in their black combat armour, Sally with her hunting rifle slung loosely over one shoulder, Stonewall with his shotgun holstered at his hip, shield over his back, and Allan with his hammer in a quick release sheath on his back, the head protruding over one shoulder. Sally handed him his weapons and equipment. “So, what’s the script then, boss?”
As he strapped on his armour he gave them a quick briefing. “Observation and infiltration tonight.” He replied “The target is one Victor Cartwright”
“Cartwright?” Bullrush asked “Isn’t he that pale-faced millionaire fella?”
“Just so. Looks deathly white, doesn’t do daytime and several missing persons last seen in the same vicinity as him. I probably don’t need to tell you, but we suspect he’s a sucker. So, we’ll cruise the Battlewagon down to his penthouse suite, see if he’s in and maybe if we can get in and have a poke about. Any questions?” He asked, sliding his falchions into their sheathes on his thighs. Silence greeted him. “In that case, let’s mount up and roll out. Is the Battlewagon ready, Allan?”
“Oh aye! She’s ready.”
They headed down to the garage. The Battlewagon was a black Land Rover Defender, bulletproof and with tinted windows. Equipped with extra roof lights, a pivoting searchlight, a roll cage in case of angry Werewolves, front bars, a winch and a tow hitch it was well equipped for the business of monster hunting. They all climbed in, Bullrush behind the wheel, Donald in the passenger seat, with Stonewall and Scar in the back. Bullrush turned the key, and the engine roared eagerly into life. They headed for the entrance, the doors rolled out the way smoothly, closing behind them. Their first hunt in Nova City was on.
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Post by halonachos on Feb 10, 2016 14:59:14 GMT
"I spy with my eye... something blue." Reginald looked out of the front window of the van.
"The car in front of us?" Anne asked, boredom slowly overcoming her tone.
"No, not even close." Reginald grinned.
"The light on top of the building to the right of the shop?" Shannon asked.
"Wrong again, but yer getting a bit closer." the man grinned.
"Reginald..." August said rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger, "for the last fucking time, we understand that the bird changing in the window up there was the first time you've ever seen a tit but give it a break lad."
"Oh come off it August," Reginald said jokingly, "besides I would have said blue for your balls but you've got them in your pants."
"Fuck's sake I need some air." August quickly undid his seat belt, swung open the door, and slammed it behind him after getting out.
"What's his problem?" Reginald shrugged.
"Well that IS the forth time you used that one, not all in a row at least." Shannon sighed. "I'm beginning to think this was a bad idea."
"I like it." Reginald said as he happily stretched out in the back, "Kinda like camping."
"Well I think I also need some air and maybe some food. I'm going to go to that shop and get some things, anything I can get you lot?" Shannon asked as she prepared to leave the van.
"Could you get me a bag of crisps and any kind of drink?" Anne asked as she settled her chin on the steering wheel.
"Yeah, a cornetto or two." Reginald said as he relaxed in the back of the van.
"You two ever hear of healthy food?" Shannon opened the side door and got out.
"Who are you, my mum?" Reginald mocked as the door slammed shut, "Oi, what's gotten into her?" he asked nobody in particular.
"He's rather obnoxious isn't he?" August asked as Shannon walked by, he began to follow her.
"Yes, but he's not here for his charisma or brains, he's here in case we need to have something punched." Shannon looked down at the walkway and shook her head. "I just don't get it, something should have happened by now."
"You know," August began, "there were times we'd be out in the Savannah for days without seeing a good target and I mean literal days of just no signs of any quarry. However, that waiting and that perseverance made that kill ever so much more satisfying. I trust you've never been hunting before so you'll have to just take my word on that."
"I think I will." Shannon said glumly, "But no business talk in public, never know who has ears and I'm certain the shopkeep wouldn't enjoy hearing all of this kind of talk."
The pair entered the shop and it's exterior did not do the interior justice, a scrubby looking front had hidden a near sterile interior filled with a bevy of various snacks and other convenience packs of creature comforts. Shannon was rather taken aback by the lack of filth inside the store, she had expected cockroaches and an unwashed clerk behind the counter.
"Oh, 'ello friends." a voice rang out from around a corner, a rather rotund man with thin, blond hair came from behind a shelf of various candy bars. He appeared to be in his late 50's but moved rather swiftly for a person of his physical size, a name tag on his shirt read "My name is Peter, please let me assist you."
"Good afternoon, sir." Shannon said while still staring around at the store, she turned her attention to the man "Oh I'm terribly sorry, this shop isn't exactly what I was expecting."
"Oh, I know." Peter said with a smile, "I get that all of the time, but a clean shop is one that people can trust, and a shop a person can trust is one that sells well! Shame I can't do much about the exterior, but in here I can keep everything neat, tidy, and clean. Anyways, is there something I can help you two with?"
"Yes, I've got a small list in my head of things I need. Do you have cornetto in stock this time of year?" Shannon asked politely "And is there a chance you know of any local spots that people enjoy hanging around?"
"To answer your first question, yes I do have cornetto... limited variety though, still waiting on a reliable shipment schedule for certain brands. I don't know too many spots outside of this area, but you two don't look like you'd exactly fit in." Peter produced a few packages of cornetto and gently handed them to Shannon, "Buy one get one free this time of year." he smiled "New to the island?"
"Yes, on holiday." August said as he picked through some jerky, finally deciding on one and removing it from the peg hook.
"Honeymoon?" Peter winked.
"Oh, heavens no." Shannon blushed, "Although he wishes, we had heard the island was rather interesting and decided it would be best to get away from the winters back at home." she placed several items on the counter for Peter to ring up, "Why wouldn't we fit in though?"
"Well, not to be rude, but you two look like you could be rather posh." Peter said with a frown, "Sorry, I hope you don't take offense. The people around here are all workers, some may dress up in some kind of expensive clothing but that's all relative. I'm certain some of the more influential people on the island have shoes that cost more than the entire outfit of some of the more stylish people around here. You two act and look like the type who wear those kind of shoes." Peter continued scanning the items placed before him.
"Oh," Shannon said as she produced the money to pay for her items, "anywhere we should avoid then?"
"I know you're trying a trick question." Peter smiled and tapped the side of his nose to indicate his understanding, "If I tell you the places to avoid, you're going to go there." his visage became one of concern, "Just please do me a favor and don't go looking for those places, we still have crime here and in fact my shop got robbed last month, the lads who did it broke a few of my ribs after I gave them the money in the drawer."
"I'm sorry to hear that Peter." Shannon said sincerely, "We'll keep that in mind when we're out at night. Take care now."
"You two take care as well, enjoy your holiday." Peter said as the pair left the shop, he returned to cleaning the store and waited for his next customer.
Shannon and August returned to the van and distributed the snacks to the group, "Alright let's get back to the mission." Shannon said as she settled into her seat, "I spy with my eyes something green."
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Post by Draxy on Feb 10, 2016 16:00:42 GMT
"I said my name is Lyca Red, but suppose you can just call me Red everyone else does" Emily or rather Red replied to the Scottish wolf. It was true to in a way, Little Red being her most common alias and then Lyca was short for Lycan. As such it became a favourite name for her to use when dealing with other wolves, only close friends could call her Emily, for marks and the like it was always Abigail, Lucy, Miranda or whatever was the flavour of the week, you could blame her mothers endless paranoia for that one. Even Emily Abigail Richmond wasn't the name she was born with, rather just being the name that currently graced her identify. Besides why should names matter? They're only a means of identification, its stupid to think they mean anything.
"So..." She added after a long moment of pause. As much as it pained her she'd have to pay niceties if she was to continue observation of the 'chavpire', without drawing attention. She was still trying to decide whether to approach him now or wait till he leaved, though the situation in the pub just seemed to get weirder by the minute, and the distraction of the Scot wasn't helping her concentration. "What are you here for if not to hit on me?"
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Post by Deadshot on Feb 10, 2016 16:46:51 GMT
"Well lassie, I'm a nice guy as I told our friend there," Robert indicated the old wolf leaving the bar now. "I like to know who my friends are and I like others to know they can count on me when they need to." He downed his pint as Red watched the vampire over his shoulder. "Think about this for a second love. By pure chancr, there's three of ours and one leech in the same bar. Do the count and stretch that over the city. How many of us? How many of them? How long before hunters turn up guns blazing?" Robert lowered his voice. "Our kind needs to look out for each other. And by looks of it you don't have a pack to speak of, otherwise I'd have one of them up in my face, trying to have a go. Am I right? I have a pack, a small one, aye, but I got two the best brothers you could ask for and we watch each others back. So if you're going hunting after the scummy bastard over there acting like a tool, let me tag along and watch your ass." He winked on the last sentence.
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Post by Draxy on Feb 10, 2016 19:11:32 GMT
Emily frowned he certainly raised a point. It would be trouble if the vamp was tougher, than it looks or if something unexpected occurs. Her eyes ran over his figure, though not in a leering sort of way, more sizing him up wondering how he'd do in a fight, or intimidation... he wasn't bad on the eyes either, about a full foot taller than her and certainly looked strong enough to pass her inspection. The old plan probably wouldn't of worked anyways, it was risky in the first place. No now she has another in mind, it would certainly be a lot more fun for sure.
She could feel the fur begin to sprout down her spine again, as the persona of Red fully set in. She'd learned enough about the target and now was the time to act. She quickly downed the rest of her glass, before standing and leaving. Red didn't bother replying to the Scot, instead just adding a bit of extra swing to her hips. If they where going to be hunting partners for the night, she may as well tease him a little. If anything it would make it easier to get help from him in the future, not that se needed or wanted it, but it was a lot easier to manipulate someone if there was some form of attraction to build off of. He was far to kind, and as a wolf that was like being a pacifist in a den of killers. He should be a lot more careful in who he trusted. Their world was cruel, there was no time for friendship, it only got them killed and if she was at least partly responsible? Then so be it. Would a 'Whoops' and a cutesy small suffice for apology, even if she didn't mean it?
Once outside she quickly proceeded to a dumpster in the side alley. She frowned at the smell. That's going to be a pain when she collected them again in the morning. She was not looking forward to walking home smelling like a hobo. Never the less she lifted the lid and threw her jacket inside, her hoodie quickly followed. It was only as she was unbuttoning the plain white blouse beneath that she decided to speak.
"As it stands there is most likely already several groups of hunters in the city, including The Order and Azrael's Servants." Red spat. "Yet we know nothing about them. I. Hate. That. There could of been ten of 'em bastard in there and we'd be none the wiser. I'd rather not face them myself without the odds being stacked in my favour. I am going to get those odds." She glanced back over her shoulder, at Robert as she nodded at the bar. "That night worker in there?" She smirked wickedly. "He's but the first part in how I'll get those odds. From what I saw he's young, inexperienced and ever so attached to his friends, especially that girl he was sat with. Should be easy enough to influence"
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Post by Deadshot on Feb 10, 2016 20:12:30 GMT
A backside worth watching too, must be my lucky day he thought as they strode outside. "So what's your plan they, eh? Slide on in there and see what he knows? Somehow I doubt he has a spare key to the hunter's back door." He watched her chuck her clothes in the nearby bin, then unbutton her shirt. Definitely worth watching
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Post by Draxy on Feb 10, 2016 20:56:47 GMT
"You think I don't know that?" Red snapped. Her wolf side was showing through, her eyes bled through red, fangs showing, with her face contorted into a snarl. "We'll hit them at their house, my true form is small enough that it could be mistaken for a large black dog by the humans, you'll do the talking, whilst I look aggressive perhaps give a few friendly nips if they get too rowdy. They seem the type, to get involved with gangs as such we'll make it seem like they've crossed us and need to rough up a few 'newcomers' in order to please us. If we're lucky he might not even know of our kind or the hunters. If that fails then well. The hunters aren't stupid, we can always bring the attention upon him ourselves, through attacking his friends or just in the generally area. They'll be in the area and upon him in a flash, and he's gonna look suspicious of he's the only one not wounded, then from there... well, you'll just have to wait and see. Cause, I'm not telling~" She broke out into quiet giggles at that. "That is unless you have a better idea?"
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Post by Darko on Feb 11, 2016 14:43:39 GMT
Morgan's hands turned the steering wheel left, bringing the limo to a halt at the side of the road. They were outside of the city in a secluded place. Morgan exited the vehicle, walked around to the back and opened one of the doors. Victor got out, stretching slightly after the somewhat long ride. He exchanged a glance with his chauffeur and general henchman before stalking off into the woods. Morgan watched him leave with a stoic expression. After a few minutes he sighed, reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigar.
Checking his watch, Morgan noted that it had been about an hour since mister Cartwright left. He looked up when he heard the crack of a stick underfoot. A second later Victor reappeared. In the distance, he heard the sound of a scream that was suddenly cut short. Victor was carefully cleaning his mouth with a handkerchief.
"Good hunting, sir?" Morgan asked.
"He wasn't in a good mood," said Victor wearily.
"Ah, I see sir. Does that mean you'll be wanting cheering up then sir?"
Victor didn't answer. Instead he silently got back into the limo.
"The usual it is then," decided Morgan.
Inferno was the biggest club in Nova City. The music was loud, the outfits expensive and the drinks even more so. It stood as one of the few places where the poorest and the wealthiest could often mingle. Even on a Sunday night it was packed. The dance floor was made of LED panels that rhythmically changed colour with the beat of the song.
Victor slipped through the throng of people with ease. At the bar he ordered the entire club drinks, which went straight on his tab. The DJ stopped the music to announce it and soon all of the attention was on Victor, just the way he liked it. The party had only just begun, however he had yet to see someone he would happily... take home. Eventually he would. He always found one he liked. It was only a matter of time.
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Warrender
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Post by Warrender on Feb 12, 2016 16:03:57 GMT
The difference in temperature was very noticeable as Rufus stepped through the doorway onto the street. He glanced slightly either side, checking his surroundings as the door clicked shut with a soft thud, the din of activity from within the pub now barely audible. There weren't many people around and those that were, were too busy ambling on their quest for a good night to take much notice of him.
He turned and started to walk along the street to find himself somewhere to sleep, preferably somewhere he could punch a few walls without drawing attention. If was either that or find some innocent to hunt in order to appease his growing lust for violence. He might not care about the people here but he wasn't the sort to just randomly attack someone who had done him no wrong, just that he didn't care whether they lived or died, something those younger pups could do to learn.
The memory of a time long gone was already being pushed from his mind through years of practice and necessity as he continued down the street, his mind set of the open parks where one would be hard pushed to corner or trap him should they try. He inhaled deeply, smelling the sea air which still felt strange when you look up and see nothing but cityscape. Ahead of him were two men approaching, laughing and joking and clearly very drunk, either that or they enjoyed being overly affectionate, but he assumed the former.
"Oiright mate" One shouted as they spotted him, trying to catch his attention. Rufus continued to walk, determined not to let their heckle slow him. "Have you got a tenner I could borrow? I'm skint"
Rufus kept walking, looking him straight in the eye as he brisked past him "Get a fucking job then" he said in a forceful tone.
The man held both his hands up in the air in mock surrender, walking backwards slowly as Rufus swept past him. "Alright, alright, no need to be a fucking wanker about it, dickhead"
Turning back round to continue his staggering down the path he was unaware of the Lone wolf coming to a halt, spinning on the spot and marching up to him, his face light thunder as he let out a sharp whistle, waiting for the guy to turn round to meet his fist swinging full force towards him. The impact struck him so hard that in his drunken stupor he span round 270 degrees, wobbling unsteadily before eventually leaning to the side and falling to the floor. His mate who had kept silent during the entire altercation looked at his friend and then at Rufus before signalling a surrender without any hint of mocking and slowly walked away from the scene, uninterested in being Rufus's next victim and not caring enough about his friend to stick around.
Rufus watched the other man walk away before walking up to the unconscious man and rifling through his wallet and stealing his last £20 note. Standing up, he flicked the wallet onto him, watching it settle on his chest now devoid of value and he walked away. Yes he didn't need to punch the guy, it was never going to of come to fighting, but guys like him just pissed him off, spunging off others and second only to the idiots who actually 'gave' people like him money.
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