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Post by ravyntwyla on Jun 30, 2012 11:53:36 GMT 1
Ravyn could not help but lean into that brief touch. It was all she needed at the moment. She listened and was kinda pleased, Casimir was a little bit of take action, give direction man. That spoke volumes to what a female wanted in a mate. Oh her sis was soo wrong that he was a mongrel. Who cared he wasn't a born lycan. Not like she was alpha stock. Though her lines were decent.
So not the time nor the place to dwell on this, she mentally berated herself. Smiling slightly she nodded to Cas and moved into a rear guard position after he moved to pick up the wounded one. Her head snapped up as Hall started to bitch and she snarled softly. "And you just happen to have a few buckets of water in your pocket to do that with?" She retorted back at him. Last thing a antsy lycan needed was a trouble maker. She bit her lip to keep from popping off more.
Yes there was closer water in the tunnels but it still was down one more level from where they were at. A half soft of fountain. It ran clean and they could use it if he wasn't going to make it further. "Next level down is the bubbler, it's about 400 yards or so. Not to far." She added as well. The scent of infection was starting to make even her a little leery of staying any longer. It had to be excruciatingly painful and yet the wounded male hardly made any complaints. He was either quite strong or stubborn. Those traits often went hand in hand.
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Post by rhys on Jul 1, 2012 13:37:58 GMT 1
Rhys was liking this the obviously new born Lycan less and less. He was acting like they were all stupid or something. He turned his head and glared at him. "If it were safe to linger here..." he croaked with his hoarse voice, "Do you not think we would..." he paused and grunted painfully, trying not to double over in pain. "Please..." he whimpered. He needed to be moved now as he was getting sicker by the moment.
A metallic scraping sound came from down the tunnel from where they had come and he gripped Casimir's arm, "Go...go." His eyes widened in fear, as if he was on the verge of panic. His back muscles quivered under the long whipping scars on his back as if they remembered the shock and pain of the deep, repeated lashes they had endured over the years.He knew the pain they would put him through if they captured him, "They have...a sniffer." He remembered how the mutant that was able to sniff out any runner would chase down the runaways from the cagemaster and bring them back. The torture they endured was enough to discourage others who were planning on running, at least for a period of time.
He quickly turned his head toward Dels with pleading eyes. "Dels, run...please." he didn't want them to get their hands on her, ever. He didn't know what he would do if they ever hurt her. He knew he couldn't bear to lose her now that he just found her.
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Post by marcoscorleone on Jul 1, 2012 16:22:57 GMT 1
Today, Marcos played babysitter for the lycans. While most elder males found watching pups annoying, but he loved kids. He found them adorable and naive. But in a good way. It proved to him, that even in this hell hole of a world, the innocence of a child can make you feel at ease. This warmed his heart every time, he watched the pups for the others, or just played with them. Marcos himself was just a big kid at heart. The near ending of the world, did damage him, but he didn't lose his kid like personality. Most of the young pups adored him, calling him uncle, or brother, and very special cases daddy. He didn't father any of them; he was just a father figure.
He currently had children dangling on him, or clinging onto him. He just let them, and would wiggle a few times, making the kids laugh and hold onto him tighter. He sighed as he raised his thick arms, letting the child on each arm dangle in the air. "Do I look like a jungle gym?" He asked with a grin. The boy on his right arm grinned. "Yes, Brother Marcos!" The Italian lycan frowned at him and stuck his tongue out. "Brat" He said and shook the boy off his arm. He turned his gaze to the little girl on his left arm. She grinned at him and merely bit him, hard. "OW! That's mean, bad girl" He said to her. He lifted her, off his arm and set her on the ground. "Biting is mean" He scowled. Then he looked at the children clinging to his legs. "If only women did that to me" He shook his head.
That's when he heard the howl, it sounded like Dels. He frowned at the howl. This howl wasn't the one of them returning home, this one was of distress . He looked down at the children; they looked back at him worried, when they saw his own worried expression. "Go play in my room" He said firmly. He gave them his 'look' and they scurried off. He began to follow where the howl came from. Did something happen? Who got hurt? Did someone die? He began to run, his adrenaline pumping. As he got closer, he caught the scent the of a rancid stench. This caused him to growl slightly. Then he came upon the sight. An unknown lycan, the one who was injured and silvered was being carried by Casimir and Hall. He moved closer to the group, and tilted his head to the side. “Need any help?” He asked softly. He raised a brow at Hall’s arousal and smirked. He didn’t know Hall that well, never had the chance to talk to him. When Rhys began to have panic in his voice, and Marcos frowned. A sniffer? He heard about those, they could sniff out anything. “I’ll distract this…..sniffer, so you can take” he paused he didn’t know the lycan’s name. “The male to the bubbler.” He offered. It looked like they didn’t need help carrying him, so he would be in the way if he tried. He looked at Dels, she seemed to be in charge. "Unless, you have a better idea."
He grinned at the thought of a fight. He hasn't had a good fight in years. Marcos was more of a lover than a fighter. But he did like a good fight, it made him feel stronger and he didn't have to hold back, when he was in an actual fight. He glanced at Rhys and tilted his head. "You look like you went to hell and back" He commented, before turning his attention to where the sniffer was coming from. He never faced a sniffer before, so he didn't know what to expect.
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Post by delsenoraamberly on Jul 2, 2012 13:50:35 GMT 1
Dels was starting to feel the sweep of panic as these males kept wasting her mates life. She watched feeling mostly helpless that she didn't have the strength to carry him herself, her arm would give out far to quickly for it. Casimir seemed to be most sincere in how he tried to talk to Rhys and not hurt him. Hall to was careful enough when getting him off the ground. As she bent to retrieve her hoodie from the floor she caught his little tirade.
Reaching out a hand lightening quick she cuffed Hall, upside the back of his head. "Enough." She snarled, lip curled and her skin prickling with a yearn to shift. Her amber eyes bright with a turmoil of emotions. He needed that, back of the head wake up call. Ravyn offered the bubbler and she nodded. "Yes, that's where I was trying to get him first." She said as she began walking, every other step looking back at Rhys.
They moved off at a steady pace. Only getting a few feet before Rhys started to struggle. Holy Hell a sniffer. He told her to run and she vehemently shook her head. No way in hell was she going to leave him. "Not leaving, Rhys. We'll handle it." Her head whipped around as Marcos spoke up and she couldn't help the low steady growl that rumbled up in her chest. Her hand clenched her hoodie tightly knuckles going white a moment. "Go then, here take this it has his blood on it. Get them far away from here Marcos and quickly. " She added, tossing the hoodie at him. This was not getting things done quick enough and she tried moving them a little faster away now that she too caught the sound of movement in the distance.
Shit, Lukias was gonna have her hide for this one. Worth it for her soon to be mate, but it was going to sting. Her ears were pricked for every sound. Marcos better come through with keeping that sniffer away, she thought. If the sniffer caught wind of the pack. It would be her fault for putting everyone in danger. She had to trust him, and she did somewhat begrudgingly. He was pack. You were supposed to trust pack.
Ever wince Rhys made, was making her more irritable and left her feeling helpless. Her own hand rubbed impatiently up and down her left arm. An unconscious habit she had developed since she'd been injured. The scar was faded now but it never healed smooth. The sound of water gurgling softly was sweet music to her ears. The basin was about 4 feet across and almost a foot deep. It would be plenty of water to flush out the silver. "Hang on Rhys, almost there." She told him as she looked back to see how he was holding up.
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Post by casimiryates on Jul 3, 2012 0:41:50 GMT 1
Casimir listened to them all and growled. " The longer we stand here bickering the stronger his infec..." His voice trailed off as he heard Rhys speak of a sniffer. Already he could feel his proverbial hackles rising. He had run into a sniffer only once and barely had escaped the encounter. Forcing himself to focus and not lose his cool or shift on them. When Dels cuffed the back of Halls head he had to restrain the urge to actually laugh a little it reminded him of something a parent or sibling might do to one that just didn't know when to shut up. He looked to Dels and Rayvn finally they had started to move forward. Nodding to the mention of the bubbler being only 400 ft away. He let Dels do the guiding and leading while he moved. Keeping quiet this whole time. As Rhys had begged for Dels to go and the others, the fear in his eyes had Casimir shake his head.
"Don't worry were not going to lose you or Dels or anyone." Leaving off the thought that he refused to fail the pack in any way even if he stayed and gave himself up so that they could get away. He was thankful when Marcos showed up. Though the two hadn't formally met he knew that the pack defended each other, and he didn't want to think of Rayvn having to do anything to deal with that sniffer on her own. Finally, the group made it to the bubbler, and as he settled Rhys down Casimir ripped off his shirt and started to use it to soak up water so that it could be wrung out over the wounds. He would start to help clean the wounds. It would do them all a great deal of help if Rhys could actually move and help defend himself some even if it was a little. The stench of the wound started to make him gag a little the darkened flesh seemed to want to peel away somewhat every time the water was sloshed over it. "Sorry." Muttered due to the fact he knew it was or would be a little painful.
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Post by Hall on Jul 4, 2012 2:51:58 GMT 1
Hall snapped his head around at the scut, biting down hard on a snarl as he realised just who had done it. He really didn't want to lose his temper and snap at Dels, and he didn't want to piss off Lukias. Besides, he had seen that amber glow in her eyes before, just before she shifted, and he figured all hell would break loose once anyone did that. He was really hoping the anyone wasn't going to be him. He was still growling quietly but hell, so was everyone else. He gave Casimir a defiant and dirty look at his suppressed smirk, almost as if daring him to try for a repeat and see just how many fingers he came away with.
An old saying came back to Hall now, 'If you can keep your head when all about you are losing theirs, then you are not fully aware of the situation!' Hall knew he was missing something important here as the agitation of the other Lycans intensified. He was actually glad that he couldn't scent what they were feeling because the purely human nature of their reactions was putting him on edge. He wondered if anyone was going to bother to explain to him what a 'sniffer' was and why it was freaking everyone out. Ordinarily he would have hassled Dels for an answer, but she was seriously focused on the injured guy.
It had only belatedly occurred to him that Dels and Rhys had something going on. That made things more complicated because it meant that he needed to actually give a damn about whether Rhys lived or died, because Dels would. The arrival of yet another big male lycan had Hall gnawing his lip harder as he fought against the urge to bolt. He had headed off into the tunnels alone because he had felt claustrophobic in the lair but this was getting just as bad. He breathed deeply, trying to ignore the foul stink in the air and the feeling that the walls were moving closer.
He gave a sigh of relief as Dels sent Marcos running off to lay a false trail. It was getting too damnably crowded around here to have someone that size looming about over him. Marcos didn't seem to be afraid of the sniffer, but maybe he was just as ignorant as Hall on the subject? They were moving faster now and the sound of running water soon became evident. Hall realised he was a fair way off mark from where he had thought he was in the tunnels, and he hadn't even known about this 'bubbler' place at all.
As soon as he and Casimir had set Rhys down Hall backed off smartly. He was already biting his tongue to avoid making another comment and he didn't want to pick a fight. Well he did sort of but he wasn't feeling suicidal. He left the other lycans to deal with treating Rhys, having gotten the message that they considered the best thing he could do was to shut up. He wasn't used to being ordered around and he definitely did not like it. Still growling quietly to himself he moved back a short way and, lurking in the shadows, just listened for any sounds of pursuit from back the way they had come.
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Post by ravyntwyla on Jul 4, 2012 14:58:14 GMT 1
The group of them started moving and it was a damn good thing. Even she was getting a little agitated. She kept looking back over her shoulder and picked up the faint sounds of movement. The subtle scrape of metal on concrete. It was far away yet, but something was getting into the tunnels. The fine hairs on the back of her nape prickled with unease. The male Casimir and Hall were carrying started to buck and spoke of a Sniffer. Her pale blue eyes widened in shock. Mutants like that were dangerous to the pack.
Marcos joined them and she gave him a nod of greeting. He had been around awhile so she was familiar with him. She couldn't agree more when Dels tossed the hoodie at him. It would really get the sniffer confused. She bit her lip and kept following. It wasn't like she was doing much help back here.
Reaching the little fountain, they set down the male. Dels kept calling him rice so she guessed that was his name. Being totally female she goggled as Casimir ripped off his shirt to clean the males wounds with. Who wouldn't stare a chest chiseled out of taunt muscle and skin. Hall seemed to fade into shadows along the wall and she looked at him a moment confused. Perhaps the smell of blood was getting to him.
"I think I best go help Marcos, having multiple scents will really get that sniffers nose in a twist." She offered and at Dels nod she turned to Hall. "Come on, they can handle him now. Let's go give that big nose mutant a run for it's money." She said looking into the shadows where Hall was trying to disappear in. She got the impression he could use a good game of chase down the baddie. Least it would let him work out some that frustration he was putting off. It sucked the turmoil a new lycan often was in before they gained control.
She gave Casimir a quick flash of a grin letting him know she'd be fine and spun on her heel dashing off back the way the had come. Every so often she would rub her body along the wall leaving traces of her own scent behind.
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Post by Lukias Aman on Jul 13, 2012 15:54:21 GMT 1
Lukias was outside the lair when he heard the faintest of calls from the far distant den that he called his home. The call was fearful, a cry for help, someone needed urgentassistance. He knew that other members of the pack would answer it before he could get there but it was Dels...
She was one of the more potential of pack mothers in the pack and he could not let anything happen to her. If he failed to creat heirs, one of her pups, in the event that she mated, might very well become the pack leader. He had even considered taking her to his bed just for the act of procreation but he had decided to decide on that later.
Lukias broke into a run. While the distance was long, he and the Lycans with him who had gone to look for a reported Worgen made it to the outside entrance to the maze of tunnels that lead to the den in a matter of minutes.
He dove through the entrance and mentally ordered the others to get to the den and protect it with their lives. He didn't know what was going on. He followed them to make sure the place was secured. Dels was gone and so was Marcos who was supposed to be with the pups. He growled that he had left his post. Someone obviously could not be trusted.
Lukias stopped and listened, sniffed the air then took off at a dead run. He didn't like not knowing what was going on but he was able to follow Marcus trail easily enough. Someone needed to teach that young lycan a lesson.
With powerful strides and skidding turns, Lukias finally caught the scent of Lycan blood and silver intermingled with the scents of his pack members. That was not something he wanted to smell. He quickly followed it until he came upon the group. He trotted up to the injured Lycan and sniffed him. He growled slightly then looked at Dels and back at Rhys, "So, you have been making friends?" He watched as the ugly wounds were beginning to heal as the silver washed out of them but the young Lycan’s color was not getting any better.
Lukias looked up the tunnel hearing the sounds coming from that direction. He could tell that Marcos had gone that way, “Stupid dumb fuck fool.” He sputtered, he could smell what was coming, he had encountered a sniffer before. It was not just some mutant human, it was a mutant animal with a handler, an animal that was part wolf, part unholy abomination.
Lukias spun around on Hall, “Go get a human, this one needs blood, we need all the help we can get. That thing is about to kill Marcus unless I can get close enough to him for him to hear my thoughts.” He turned back to Dels, “You stay here, Hall will be back, I will make sure nothing, and I mean nothing comes down this way by pain of death.”
While he was the pack leader and the future of the pack depended on him for now, without pups, it meant nothing. Of all the females in the pack, only Dels had the potential to beget a pack leader. The way she was holding onto Rhys, he could tell she was in love with him. There was only one thing he could do, just in case.
Lukias leaned down, closed his eyes, connected with Rhys mentally and whispered in Rhy’s ear, “Remember my forefathers.” A light whisp floated from his nostrils into Rhy’s ear. He didn’t know him but it was the only way to ensure the bloodline continued. He backed away slightly, “I’ll need that back when I’m done with this.” He gave Dels temple a quick nuzzle and took off down the tunnel, screaming in his head for Marcus and Ravyn to get their asses away from that thing. It would be better to outsmart it than to engage it.
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Post by marcoscorleone on Jul 18, 2012 1:33:01 GMT 1
Marcos didn't get to far off, when he heard his alpha's voice in his head. He stopped in his tracks, and tilted his head. He sighed and backed away from the direction he was going. "Shit" He cursed. He closed his eyes and turned away from the sniffer's direction. But he couldn't go back from where he came. He would be leading the sniffer toward the others. He couldn't disobey Lukias either. He knew he was already in deep shit for leaving the pups. He was either going to his ass kicked, punished or killed. It was a stupid move, he'd admit. There was no excuse; there would never be one either. He tried to think of a way to outsmart the sniffer and keep it away from the pack. He his head and looked at the direction, where Lukias was coming from. 'What do you us to do?' He mentally asked Lukias.
He sniffed the air and growled. The sniffer had a stench around him. He wasn't sure if it was the sniffer that made him recoil or just the scent around the sniffer. He scrunched up his nose in disgust. His stomach churned and twisted. He coughed and shook his head. He pushed the feeling aside, and stood where he was, as he awaited his orders. If the sniffer caught up to him, he would fight if off or at least try to. He didn't know what sniffer was, or how to handle one. He was still new to the pack and to the city. He still had a lot to learn, and he would continue to learn till the day he died or was killed, whichever came first. He began to think of the other male. Dels seemed to know him, and seemed to care for him deeply. Was he Dels' mate? Or did something happen before they could be official mates? He shook his head. It was none of his business, and he would keep his nose out of it. Marcos was already in enough trouble with Lukias, he didn't need Dels or the other male after him. He leaned against the wall, in a relaxed manner. But he was far from relaxed, he was tense and ready to spring an attack or run off to do as his alpha commanded of him.
He stared at the blood soaked hoodie in his grip. He brought up the hoodie to nose, and felt the urge to sneeze. He pulled the hoodie away from his face, and fought the urge. He looked back at the hoodie. He hated to see so much blood of his kind spilled. He tightened his grip on the hoodie, till his knuckles white. He placed the hoodie on his shoulder, and let his heightened eye sight look his surroundings. Nothing special about the tunnel he was in. It was just a tunnel to him, another escape or place to hide a place to live for the unwanted creatures. The unaccepted or unloved came down here, to the tunnels; the Undercity, where they wouldn’t have to worry about the hatred from up above, it wasn’t just lycans down here. All sorts of creatures lived down here. It varied from lycans, to mutants, to humans or what happened to be humans. Marcos never really socialized with anyone outside of his pack. He didn’t really understand what mutants were, since their appearance, and powers varied on a huge scale.
Of course this also was the same for lycans. Their appearance and powers varied as well. But Lycan’s powers were different from the mutant kind. While some mutants can fly or walk through solid objects, Lycan’s could be much stronger than other lycan’s or sense weather changes, when other lycan’s couldn’t. Being stronger or sensing weather changes isn’t a power, but a heightened sense or ability. But to Marcos it was a power, since not everyone could do it. But it could just be just his child like beliefs, even at his old age. Of course, Marcos wasn’t that old compared to Lukias, Lukias was older than him by 327 years, give or take a few years.
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Post by rhys on Jul 21, 2012 11:00:04 GMT 1
Rhys watched the formidable Lycan approach. He did not meet his eyes in a sign of respect and submission. He could tell that Dels was a valued member of this pack, how could she not be, she had been exceptional from the moment he met her.
Remember my forefathers...
The moment the words left the Alpha's lips, his head swam with memories dating back for centuries upon centuries to the original Lycan. He was filled with awe and wonder of the memories and knew what it was like to lead a pack. He wondered, when the Alpha took it back, would he retain any of it. It was as if the memories were his own and he suddenly had an overwhelming loyalty to Lukias and his pack. He felt like it was his pack and he would do anything to protect it.
Rhys sighed as the aching sting that coursed through is body was cleansed from him as the silver washed away. He was glad he killed that son of a bitch and he wished he could do it again.
He would take pleasure in dismembering the guy that was with the sniffer. He knew who that fat fuck was. He had been tortured with the sniffer at the end of its chain in his cell with only a small patch of the corner for refuge.
It would go on for hours while the handler grinned his rotted toothed delight at him. He had received a nasty bite or two when he was younger by that thing, the scars still lingered on his legs. His eyes moved to the scars and paused before moving away.
Before long, Rhys was sitting up on his own, still fatigued and drained but no longer in pain. He kept contact with Dels, just knowing she was there was a huge comfort. The problem was, he was about to have a new alpha and he needed to prove himself to him. He knew the other wolf would bring him something to eat very soon. He would devour it, relish the fresh pure human flesh and regain his strength then go stand shoulder to shoulder with the man, the Lycan leader and fix what he wronged, bringing a sniffer down so close to the alpha's pack, to Dels pack, to what would now be his pack.
"I have to fix this, Dels. I brought this here. I have to fix it." he looked at her with a pained and guilty look, "If anyone gets hurt..." he began but could not finish. The look in his eyes showed the guilt he would feel if anyone was hurt by that abomination.
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Post by delsenoraamberly on Jul 21, 2012 15:56:02 GMT 1
Delsenora gave Casimir a tight smile. He seemed to have a very level head on his shoulders and she appreciated that; more then words could say at the moment. He and Hall both had her respect and trust indefinitely. She had taken up the spot that Hall vacated and spared him a quick glance. She was not sure where his vibe of un-comfort was coming from, but saved the thought for another time. Hall had kind of become a brother to her. Least something more then just a pack mate. Dels bit back a chuckle over Ravyn, as she drew Hall into the chase. She sent a silent prayer heaven ward for their safe keeping. Some habits were hard to break.
Her attention snapped up as Lukias came barreling down the corridor. She relaxed as the alpha drew near to the trio by the fountain. He asked about her making friends and she gave him a slight smile. "He's more then a friend." she admitted to him and could not still the hand that soothed over Rhys's.
Her eyes widened marginally as Lukias snapped at Marcos and what she had sent Marcos to do. "I sent him with my hoodie, I thought he could use it to lead the mutant away from the lair. I'm sorry Lukias." Dels shivered with fear and worry. She had no clue what a sniffer was capable of and from how the alpha was reacting it was more dangerous, then she had realized.
He gave Hall orders and her as well. Her hands tightened on Rhys if that alone would keep him safe. She could not bear the thought of losing him again. It messed with her heart and mind that she may have put others in danger for coming to her aid. Lukias leaned in and she backed away just enough to give him room. Her head bowed respectfully and in absolute trust. As he pulled back and spoke to Rhys. Dels gave him a puzzled look before he nuzzled her and she returned the gesture. She did not understand, need what back? Her eyes looked over Rhys and breathed a sigh of relief his wounds were nearly closed.
"Be safe, swift hunting." She mentally sent to Lukias, with the hope that he could stop the others in time before they reached the sniffer mutant.
Her lips pursed tightly as Rhys managed to sit up. Each little wince of his ripped her up inside. Filled her with a anger over what he had suffered through. His words made her want to pin him down and keep him from going after this abomination. She could only nod, though in understanding. She too wanted to fix this. If she had waited for pack to come before snatching Rhys out of that cage... her thoughts trailed off as a she realized she could never have waited. It was foolish to even think that was what she would have done. Not while the other half of her was locked away like an animal. Humans were the animals, the way the treated others and their own kind.
"Once your stronger, we will go together." She told him and gave in to her need to kiss him. Just a simple brush of lips much like their first kiss under the moon light. So long ago. She was not about to let him out of her sight and she hoped that he would not try and stop her either. Her place was by his side.
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Post by casimiryates on Jul 22, 2012 4:57:51 GMT 1
Casimir looked up when Lukais approached he bowed his head in respect to the Alpha but kept diligently cleaning the wounds until he was sure to see the flesh and blood run pure through the bubbler. It would take food and a little time for the male he now knew to be Rhys to regain his strength, but he knew he would need food. Seeing the alpha approach, Rhys and start to speak words that Casimir didn't know but felt were significant he tuned out his ears knowing they were prominent words but, not for him. He stepped back. He wanted to run with the Alpha instinct told him to protect and obey, but he knew he was needed among other things.
Having heard the reprimand for Marcos, he worried for Rayvn. Hall had been sent to acquire food for Rhys to help throughout the process. That was something he knew for himself from injuries when he had traveled and lived in the wastes was important to healing. Fingers curled and uncurled as he thought. Then remembered still strange to him to be linked with the others. Unsure if he should follow the Alpha , Chase after Rayvn to stop her before the sniffer might get to close there or stay and guard Dels and Rhys.
Turning his attention to Dels, he had a look of understanding he knew what that feeling was and now more than ever he worried for Rayvn and the others. He noticed Hall had disappeared into the shadows to find the food that Lukias had instructed him to find, and yes he even worried for the fiesty, moody Lycan that he found surprising he missed the grumpy banter. Shaking his head, he looked in the direction of the Alpha.
"Dels, Rhys what do you want me to do. " He was torn; he wanted to stay and help them, but he wanted to go and help the others as well. Tense his hand shoved into his pocket rubbing the little barrette he kept of his daughters. The sole memory he had of her and the solitary thing that kept him calm. A soft growl in his throat as he paced almost like a caged beast waiting for one of them to tell him to go or stay. Fight or flight the latter not really an option for Casimir they would not stop, and they would not let go until they got what they were hunting for. Sniffers were relentless nasty beasts, and he had hoped long ago that he would not have run into one of them again. One was enough for anyone to ever have encountered.
Mentally, he sent out for Rayvn as well seeking to know if she was well. Calling her back knowing that Lukias did not want them out he worried how far she had gotten and just where she had gotten to. It was a nightmare for a moment and all the memories from his past once again.
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Post by Hall on Jul 24, 2012 3:43:03 GMT 1
Hall felt a little better over by the tunnel mouth, it made it much easier to ignore the press of the other Lycans against his overloaded senses and the room seemed less crowded when he had an unobstructed exit. He noticed Ravyn peer over at where he was lurking with a confused expression but he ignored her however, still in something of a sulk about the whole situation for no particularly identifiable reason other than it had people in it. He missed Dels' quick concerned glance over at him, too wrapped up in his own mood and trying to listen for pursuit.
When Ravyn invited him to come join the chase though he was suddenly sorely tempted to do just that, right up until she flashed Casimir that sexy little grin of hers and he realised that what he really wanted to chase was her tail. Shit! Maybe some unspecified impending doom wasn't enough to keep him focused after all. He was still struggling with the urge to chase off after her regardless when he suddenly scented something else and realised that there were in fact three scents he could identify; sex, blood and... “Lukias” he growled softly to himself a split second before the Alpha came barrelling into the room from the direction of the Lair.
It didn't take Lukias more than a few seconds to absorb the situation and he had Hall's rapt attention before even he spun around on him. “Go get a human...” Hall had nodded his understanding of the instruction and was gone into the dark of the tunnels at a full sprint before anyone else spoke and without the slightest hint of his former grumbling reticence. He was a fair way down the tunnel before his brain had even consciously processed what he was doing. He growled at himself; he hated the way Lukias could make him jump like that.
Hall was glad that he had been able to re-orientate himself back at the bubbler; it would have been mortifyingly embarrassing to have gotten lost or had to go crawling back to ask for directions. He took another turn that he knew now was the quickest way to the surface, not the best place to hunt but certainly the fastest to get to. He was doubly glad that he had fed recently or there was no way he would have been able to hold back on shifting whilst he did this. He just hoped that it would be enough.
Reaching a grate covered exit he could already smell the stink of the city, every bit as nauseating as he remembered. He was still baffled at how the others managed to tune out the smell to hunt one specific prey. He could hear movement relatively close by, not too close he hoped as he crawled silently out and into a dead end alleyway. He had emerged unseen behind some trash bins, so far so good, and when he peered around them he saw a lone figure unlocking a back door into a building, his glance repeatedly flicking to the open end of the alley.
A grin slowly spread across Hall's face. The man wasn't unlocking the door, he was picking the lock. Sweet! ...and so thoughtful of him to be keeping watch for the VSF as Hall crept up on him from the 'empty' alley. In a second Hall's arm had snaked around the human's neck and he delivered two sharp punches to the kidneys for good measure as he squeezed, not the windpipe he wanted the human still breathing when he delivered him, but the arteries at the sides of his neck enough for him to black out.
The man dropped as a dead weight into Hall's arms and with only a final glance back at the alley entrance to be sure of no witnesses he dropped the man down into the tunnel and followed suit. Slinging the still inert human over his shoulder he began to run back the way he had come. Oddly it seemed much easier to find his way back towards the other Lycans than it had been to find his way out. He was almost back to the bubbler when he began to smell blood. The human was not struggling, only groaning and it was a wet bubbly sound.
Cursing softly Hall put on a spurt and sprinted the remaining distance. He had obviously hit the man too hard and ruptured something internally and he would be damned if he was going to let the sack of blood and shit die before he got him back. His skin was already crawling as he fought against the desire to just drop the human and feed himself, to shift and gorge on the fresh living flesh... He burst back into the room, instantly dropping the still burbling human and heading straight for the bubbler where he stuck his head under the cold water, anything to get the scent of blood out of his nostrils and cool his burning flesh.
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Post by ravyntwyla on Jul 24, 2012 4:11:14 GMT 1
She moved along the tunnel quietly trying not to make to much sound. Except for the slight scraping of her jacket against the wall once in a while. Ravyn didn't know if it would help or not but it was worth a shot or so she thought. Marcos was somewhere up ahead and she did not think Hall took her offer to join in the hunt. It worried her a little. Two against a mutant like a sniffer may be a bit more then they could chew... Cheesy thought much; she chided herself silently.
The metallic tainted blood he carried on Dels hoodie was enough to make her stomach roll uncomfortably. She was nearing an opening in the tunnel, one of the many branches that lead deeper under the Undercity above. Ravyn stilled. Her every sense went into hyper alert and her skin crawled with the urge to shift. She'd been so preoccupied with helping she had not realized what phase the moon was in.
Heavy foot steps and the clink of a metal chain sent a chill of fear down her spine. The sounds echoed down the tunnel that was now between her and Marcos as far as she could tell. As she crouched lower, Lukias's voice reverberated through her thoughts and Ravyn whined softly. He was coming and she was not to move. Looking left and right she found a small alcove that she could tuck herself into till Lukias came. She would never disobey the alpha's orders, no matter what they were.
She smiled in the near darkness as she felt Casimir's connection. "Don't worry, safe." She sent back feeling rather pleased he cared so much. Every time she thought of him it infused her with a warm fuzzy feeling that made her insides flutter. Yeah, she knew she had it bad for the lycan. Though they only spent a little time together each moment was etched into her memory and filled her thoughts. Aryk had been watching her the other day and she wondered how long it would take him to rat her out to their eldest sibling. Mentally she frowned at the thought. She was a grown lycan, nothing he could do about it. Least she didn't think so.
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Post by Lukias Aman on Aug 8, 2012 12:02:54 GMT 1
Lukias wondered what part of ‘come back’ Marcos didn’t understand. It was time to show him who was boss. As soon as this was over, he would have a ‘meeting’ with Marcos and stake his claim as alpha on him. Not all Lycans needed this to happen, most knew their places and kept to them, did their jobs, obeyed the laws of the pack and were fiercely loyal to Lukias without having to be ‘owned’. But then again, some liked to be claimed and some would even come to him, begging to be claimed and he would gladly oblige. The more his scent was on his males, the better.
The smell of human blood came from behind him and he hoped that Rhys gained his strength quickly enough to join him before the sniffer found them. The first one he came upon was Rayvan. He could not help but give her a wink and a wolfy grin. He jerked his head forward, “Follow.” He thought to her and ran on. It was time to find Marcus before he got himself killed. He had a strong bloodline and the pack needed his seed for strong pups. Marcus was a good man, he just didn’t think with his brain sometimes. He had often said it was harder to think with your head up your ass but some guys just liked there.
To his relief, Marcus hadn’t gotten too far. He didn’t have time to discipline him now. For now, they needed to confuse the sniffer. Maybe their numbers would scare if off, maybe it wouldn’t. “Ok, we need to split up. Our advantage is that we know these tunnels. We circle around it, don’t be too stealth, we want to keep it moving in circles until we can catch it off guard. We need to buy time for the wounded and those caring for him to join us. We need our numbers. Casimir, I need you to join us here.” He glared at Marcus, “We move as a pack.” He growled. “Split up but don’t get close to it. Remember, circles. Don’t let it get anywhere near the passages that lead to the lair.” He nodded at the two he took off.
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