Liars smile. (open)

[Zacharias Grimm]

Zacharias was walking around the under city rubble carrying a small child of a lycan boy on his back. Apparently it got lost from its pack and hurt the bottom of his foot by stepping on glass and it was stuck in his foot .The child of a lycan said he was hiding from a mean woman; Zacharias neglected the warning. Zack had found him crying and covered the wound in some medical tape after removing the glass. Zack had no idea the 6/7 year old boy was a Child of a lycan. Zack was basically giving the boy a piggy back ride. He had a glow stick hanging down from a thread around his neck. His violin was strapped to his back allowing the boy to have something to lean against around a belt on Zack black pants was a frying pan. The child of a lycan boy chocolate brown hair

“You smell like a bug” the boy said insulting
the mutant.

“I hope so it would be horrible if I smelled like poo, apparently we should try roasted peppers” he said with a grin looking at the bright side.

“What the heck is that” the boy asked curiously as if weirded out.

“I have no clue all I know is that it can be both spicy and sweet, I read it in a book” Zacharias said in reply.

“I miss daddy” the boy said depressed and obviously wanting to go home quickly.

Zack sighed and looked sad for a moment he missed his own father except for what his father was about to do to him before he ran away he sort of missed having someone who cared about him. He then made a smile “Don’t worry we will find him soon and till then I will protect ya, as long as we have hope there will be a happily ever after and you shall become king of awesome or at least get your foot healed and you will get all the delicious treats you want” he said optimistically his voice starting to echo.

“you’re silly” the boy said after he giggled a little.

If there was one thing Zack hated, it was lonely crying children.
“yeah I guess I am , but I don’t really see anything wrong with that” he said with a grin still there. He felt sorta cheeky when helping others. His footsteps were echoing through the rubble he was walking through.

“how about you be the leader and I will be the fool servant? You tell me where you think you are supposed to or want to go and I will take you there” Zacharias said smiling.
The boy began to point in directions in which he wanted Zack to walk.
So Zack had been following the young boy’s directions till he started to hear voices.
He then started to hear the sound of running feat. Zack’s eyes dilated wide his heart began to beat incredibly fast.
He has got to be somewhere! Find him!
Zack, his paranoia kicking in started to run, he thought the vampires had finally learned about him and were coming for him coming to open him up and see how he ticked. The truth is they were after the boy, but how did they know what he was going to be, unless they watched him stray from his lair. The smell of the rotting filth filled zacks nose as his adrenaline started to rush and he ran with the boy on his back. “no matter what don’t speak” zack said worry vibrating in his tone before he started to slow down to a halt where he grabbed something from his pocket and lifted it up to the boy. He told the boy instructions which he nodded to. Zack made a smile.
“I promise you as long as you as you follow those instructions you will end up happy” Zacharias said in a optimistic tone with a smile as he took breaths between each five years.
The scenery didn’t really matter Zack could not see a thing beyond his glow stick. When he was hit by a flash light coming from a hunter he quickly turned around and the boy jumped off and dragged himself into the shadows. Zack facing the hunter was shivering. The hunter had a gun in her left hand and a flash light in her right. In Zack’s left hand was his steel frying around his right wrist a bracelet adorned with lapis lazuli and golden angel wings. In his right hand was a orb, fireworks and between his thumb and index was a match. Zack had a straight face as he faced the hunter.
stand aside! she said which confused Zack to an extent. He could piece together she wanted the boy. He started to run towards her she then took a step back and raised her weapon. 2 shot of gun fire were heard an echoed through the undercity. Zack had lifted his frying pan to his fore head at the last minute. There was a huge dent in it now but now in his abdomen there was a splatter of blood but there was also one near her abdomen. He had a smile on his face. Yes he instructed the boy to point the gun and pull the trigger once his silhouette became full. Knowing fully he could not defeat any one; let alone a hunter. His eyes were crimson red showing how obsessed with winning he was. The Asian woman with her short black hair and shivering eyes fell to the ground from the pain. Ignoring the pain with help of his insanity he walked over to her and grabbed her flashlight as she was trying to cover her own wound. Zack’s heart was calmer in this new personality. He crouched down as the boy once got in his back again.
He started to slowly walk away from the scene he wished to find the boy’s parents soon. Zacharias was taking deep breaths as he continued further into the darkness the light of his glowstick was starting to dim. He had been walking for only about 30 minutes before he fell forward boy shifted to better sitting position. I think you can talk now. he said with a form of relief in his voice as his eyes were half closed and now their sapphire color.
I thought you said everything was going to be alright, but you’re bleeding the boy said with concern before he lifted himself from Zack’s back and sat beside him.
yeah I have a tendency to lie when I feel scared he said

[Hall]

From somewhere in the distance a hideous howl sounded, echoing monstrously through the sewer tunnels. It was followed by a single gunshot and then a woman's agonized scream that cut of sharply into a gurgle. Growls and snarls reverberated off the walls and it would be easy to imagine the other sounds as tearing and gulping, along with intermittent sharp snaps of bone. Someone had caught the scent of blood and they were hungry...

Hall finally shifted back to his human form as he finished gorging on his meal. His second howl of pain as he slowly shifted, flesh tearing and bones snapping, cut off briefly before taking on a more human note. He swore not too softly to himself as he examined the still healing pink mark across his biceps; the shot had only grazed him but it had been silver and stung like a son-of-a-bitch. He had also ruined another pair of pants when he had shifted so suddenly as the scent of the woman's fresh blood had hit him.

He looked down at the bloody remains; not enough left to bother taking back to the lair. The woman had been small and Hall had been ravenous; Hall was always ravenous. It was one of the trials of being a freshly turned Lycan; you were always hungry and you shifted at the drop of a hat. He really aught to get back to searching for that damned pup that had wandered off. Twinkle fucking Twinkle was not a rhyme to be teaching Lycan brats who were supposed to stay underground.

Hall scented the air, he was not good at this tracking business yet but this trail was very clear; one scent Lycan and the other... well the blood smelled bad. Not something he would consider making desert out of anyway. Was it another hunter? A mutant? He couldn't tell but it was pretty close so he was going to take a look regardless. Hall was fast and lean for a Lycan having been one of the very rare humans who survived their first shift; that and his youth gave him a speed and agility few of the younger Lycans could match.

It made him arrogant enough to be out in these particular tunnels and as it happened that seemed to be a good thing. Hall moved quickly and silently along the tunnel after the blood trail. His Lycan senses needed no additional light to see his way and it would take something considerably more than human to sense his approach as he neared the glowing light up ahead.

[Natasha River]

Tasha muttered under her breath. The Romani swear words were harsh and jumbled sounding, but they fell from her lips like water from a river. Children. They were always trouble; however this situation was something else entirely. This child had taken something very important to Tasha. She’d been trailing the scent when she realized that she was not the only one doing so. Tasha scented the vampires before she saw them, and by the time she closed the distance between her and her quarry things had escalated.

Tasha knelt down on the ground, getting a close and careful association with the scent of blood. It was freshly spilt here, still warm. It didn’t belong to the child or the vampires, and there was something very off about it. She sighed, tucking a stray strand of ivory hair behind her ear, careful not to get it caught on the piercings that line the cartilage and flesh. She took off at a jog after the trail, stopping briefly as she heard howling behind her. Someone else was following them, another Lycan. She could only assume that it was someone seeking the child. They could have him. She only wanted what was hers.

A growl caught in her throat, the pale figure ran off after the trail, her sneakers padding softly. Her white hair was clipped short on the sides, but was a long, thick mess otherwise and it whipped behind her. She’s fast, only holding back on speed where she needs to focus on the trail to follow it effectively. But she can smell her prize. And the blood from the scene of the fight. More of it. That couldn’t be good.

There! Tasha spotted the dim glow of a glowstick. Thankfully they were distracted, and the funny smelling one that was bleeding was on the ground. She slowed her pace a little so that she wouldn’t spook them and pulled up her hood. Her hoodie had seen better days, the edge of the sleeves tattered and a hole in one of the pockets. Her jeans too are faded and torn, but at least they fit the slender curves of her feminine body. She walked up to them with her hands visible, showing that she is not a threat to them. Or at least, that was generally what she found others to understand that to mean. “You cannot keep running like that.” She said, rather stating the obvious. Her voice was thick with an accent that was primarily Romanian, but it is muddled in a way distinctive to those who live with the entire world as their back yard.

The child looked at her and she could smell his fear rising again. Tasha knelt down near them and moved to look at the funny smelling boy’s injury. She moves in a way that is precise but gentle. “You should have put better pressure on this.” She chided him. Though she cared nothing for her patient she knew that he had been helping the boy. She’d determine if it was worth real effort later, for now she just needed the child not to run off again.

“Will he be alright?” The boy asked with big, pleading eyes.

There was her chance. She got to her feet and stepped closer to the boy and put her hand on his shoulder. “Do you want him to be?”

“He helped me.” The boy stated with a sniffle.

Tasha sighed. “Fine. I will help them. But first thing first.” She knelt down next to the boy and gripped him by the shoulders. “I want back what you took from me.” The boy tensed and looked panicked for a moment, his eyes wide with recognition. He attempted to run again but Tasha held him firmly. “I am not going to punish you child. Stop struggling. Give me the necklace and I will take you and your friend go home.”

“Promise?” the boy asked before wiping his nose on his sleeve.

Tasha held up one hand, and with the other she used her fingers to cross her heart. There are tattoos across her fingers that read ’alls well that ends well’. “I promise.” She let her hood down so that the boy could see her face and she smiled at him. Tasha was a pretty girl with fair skin, high cheekbones, and full lips. Her eyes look to the boy with a mismatched gaze- her right a chocolate brown and the other pale blue. The boy was quiet for a moment and then nodded, reaching into his pocket and handing back what had been taken from her.

The chain is thick and sturdy, though antique looking with a golden heart shaped pendant. The locket ticks ever so softly and is both nicked from wear and well polished with love. Tasha took the necklace and put it around her neck, kissing the heart before tucking it away under her shirt. Then she looked back to the bleeding man. “Alright then gadje, do you have something in that bag I can wrap around you?” Tasha wasn’t a doctor, but she was efficient with first aid. Her thickly accented voice is comforting in a way, but she leaves no room for argument. He was going to get her help whether he wanted it or not. After all, a promise was a promise.

[Zacharias Grimm]

The bleeding Zacharias smiling there was feeling victorious he had some stolen V and if the lycans could smell his body then they would surely find the lycan boy before the hunters. He had no magic words or ancient culture to refer to, he was imply him he found that to be his best self, the boy couldn’t hear anything other than a child’s crying, his own heartbeat, and the laughing of a memory, what was this memory who could be so cruel as to laugh, clearly the memory was a lie but a synthetic replacement for one lost. He kept himself alive with those red eyes of his, far to stubborn and obsessed with bliss to allow death to be the victor. The tingling sensation at the tips of his left hand was certainly not magic, just a wish along with a truth he wanted to make real.

When he heard a woman he couldn’t see he felt like running, his legs were surely not his own, they defied him and weren’t willing to obey his command. He could hear her ask about medicine and other necessities. Oh gloria the happy meadow on the other side of the liars hill had been founded oh Gloria a piece of hope sparked a truth. “there …..is …a ..first.. aid kit” he said gasping for air between each word surely it was only the truth that he found that was taking his breath not the bullet wound. What golden truth could the boy been possibly thinking and how many demons could it pierce with it honestly.
The delusional blonde boy understanding he had never seen a meadow before and that it was simply described to him with fairy tales .His left hand began to press against the ground the small cuts on the end of each ,made a chill to his bone. His red eyes wanted to play a sonata that welcomed this glory. Surely no god would plead for this boy, there was no divine force behind it, oh a rotten cynic being treated with a truth he did not expect to learn. The fool, the first tarot, you may think silly of who would be the fool but clearly he has a smile on his face. Oh this young golden haired boy was truly the fool, taking the dark path uncaring about where it lead oh what a fool he must have been no room for pride or blue truth. Was a death so pitiful as this what he wanted …no! Clearly believing in the delusion of the land which brought wisdom and flair, if he could not have wisdom he would certainly have his foolish flair!
He was already trying to get up. He must be a dumbass fool.

[Hall]

Hall sped along the tunnel hearing the babble of voices and scenting the child's fear. The scent of another Lycan was added to the mix and a female one at that. Where the hell had she come from? She clearly hadn't come past the hunter like he had. Whoever it was had damned well better be pack or all hell was gonna break loose because the pack females were going bat-shit mental about this kid being missing. Hall was mainly looking because he couldn't stand the mental 'noise' in the Lair right now.

If the other Lycan was pack and female which he became surer of the closer he got, why was the child still afraid? He aimed his angry thoughts down the tunnel, reaching along the pack link for the other Lycan. “What the fuck is going on?” his mental voice snarled. Hall was confused and confused meant angry. Angry wasn't good for a newborn like Hall, it tested his control as did the musky, alluring scent of female. If he hadn't already lost it once in the last hour and just eaten his fill he would probably have started to shift again already.

The annoying sting in his arm had gone now though he had forgotten about it even before that; one annoyance at a time tended to predominate in his Lycan psyche. Likewise his ruined pants had also entirely slipped his mind and his hard, lean musculature was entirely on display. The scent of female was making its own rising mark on his body too by the time he emerged from the tunnel to where the small group were crouched or lain. The scent of the tainted blood was not at all appealing so that at least was in his favour.

Hall was young looking for a Lycan, late teens or early twenties at the most; tough and lean and built like a sprinter not a wrestler. His brilliant blue eyes were almost luminous and had always been so even before he had first shifted. Tall dark and handsome fit him to a T. The only marks on him were a dark, infernal looking burn scar on one side of his chest, clearly branded there before his change and the alpha's bite mark on his shoulder from when he had first joined the pack.

Hall growled again glaring at each of them in turn and wrinkled his nose in disgust at the prone mutant. “Hope you don't plan to eat that” he growled, “cos I might just puke on you if you did...” He turned to look at the pup. “Arron, you are not dragging that shitty thing back to the Lair, it stinks.” Hall actually chuckled to himself despite his annoyance as he realised he sounded like a big brother telling the kid it couldn't take home the stray puppy he had found.

[Natasha River]

Boys. They were their own special breed of dumb animal. Tasha knew that to be true, but thought of it affectionately. Once upon a time she had been the youngest sibling amoung five brothers. They'd been rascals but Tasha could take care of herself... And thensome. Her hands firmly held the mutant in place. "Sit still or I will bite you." She said with a growl. Once he settled, Tasha began to search for the medical kit.

As the young male approached, Tasha glanced up at him with her mismatched eyes. She is as lovely as she is unique looking and if Hall had seen her before he would know. The fact was that Tasha was new in town and kept to herself. She was, for him, a stranger. Her scent tells more, however. She wears no perfume, only the markings of her life. Scents of earth, smoke, water, handmade soaps pressed with roses, the traces of the pack's safe haven and a few of Hall's packmates. The older lycan expects the young male to follow her lead and leaves no room for argument. "He was willing to take the pup home, and he defended him to do so. We wil patch him up and take him wherever it is he is going. It is only right." Tasha believed in action, and she would not leave the blonde boy bleeding. His kind action would protect him, for now.

[Zacharias Grimm]

The blonde boy kept still, not wishing to be bit. He listened to the other new male wolf arrive and give him a compliment about his smell. When he heard the woman speak of doing “the right thing” he severely detested that idea, Zack never did the right thing, he just did what his heart told him which was just a coincidence to being called the “right thing or kindness”, other than that way he had no idea what the difference between right and wrong or what could guide him other than logic. He had no care of how people saw that, it was close to a pure instinct. Remembering how the woman said she was going to take him where he wanted to go, he would have laughed if he could, he really did not have anywhere to go, no hut no home, to those who said home was where friends and loved ones are then Zack would be called homeless. For now Zack had been staying in a gondola. Zack wished to live, to see the next day and the chance to paint it like a canvas, so he kept quiet. Zack, with his head sideways, gave a look at the Lycan can who stood above commenting at him like he was like a dog, it was unintentional, he couldn’t see a thing past the glow stick. The boy’s eyes began to mimic the colors of the lycan’s. Was his life really in the hands of lycans? He had never felt this dependent before, he hated this feeling of being so weak and useless. He could feel the pain in his abdomen start to fade as he was losing blood. His eyes started to change a color again but they couldn’t decide so they became a pale useless white. At the moment the blonde boy did not know what to do. “after you’re bandaging me. You can leave it useless to try and find a home that doesn’t exist” he whispered knowing their sense of hearing could allow them to hear. Zack was already used to being called names he did not worry about it anymore, there was no use complaining.
The young boy got red in the face and dragged himself over to the mutant and sat right beside his head.

[Hall]

Hall looked at the female with wide eyed shock. “Like hell we are!” he snapped. “The whole fucking Lair is in an uproar 'cos someone had to go wandering off on his own...” and he glowered meaningfully at the pup, “...and you wanna go play with the roaches instead of getting him home? Screw that!” Hall never was one to complain quietly nor follow instructions he didn't much care for. He was not born a Lycan and had only a cursory knowledge of their culture but it was his attitude that was what made him problematic. He had inherited the Lycan instincts but often simply chose to ignore them.

Hall's entire demeanour was a challenge. He had managed to pick a fight with the Beta and his mate within minutes of walking into the lair, though Lukias had soon put him in his place and marked him to show it. Still Lukias was the only one who could snap an order and have Hall jump without hesitation; his philosophy was strictly, “if you can't make me why should I?” and he tested everyone. Some said he was a natural born Omega others that he grew on them like mould but you loved him or hated him; Hall was not an individual it was easy to be indifferent about.

“Aaron, come on!” Hall snapped irritatedly at the pup but the boy just shook his head and stroked the mutant's filthy hair. Hall growled again in exasperation, seriously considering simply scruffing the pup and dragging him back to his den mother kicking and screaming or just killing the mutant. Fortunately for the pup and Zach, Hall considered that more effort than slapping a bandage on some dying mutant if it got the pup's co-operation. “Check for an exit wound...” he muttered sullenly to Tasha, “...and be careful. That cow was loading silver.” and he rubbed his now healed arm absently as he spoke.

The female's unadulterated scent was beginning to seriously get to him now. Half of him wished he had just left while he could; the other half couldn't abandon a female. Where there was one hunter there were likely to be more and the need to protect a pack female was creeping up on him whether he liked it or no. He growled again in frustration because the need to screw her brains out was not creeping, it was rushing headlong; Hall was always particularly horny right after he fed...

[Bellatrix Evrard]

Filth covered her body, the hair matted and the blond color unknown under the dirt and blood. Her clothes were shredded, unchanged since she turned. She didn't know much of who she was, yet she could remember her name. She had a friend didn't she? She didn't no his or her name, or could even picture their face.

A body once human laid in front of her. It was unknown now who the human once was. The body flesh torn, some bone shinning in the slight darkness that surrounded her. She licked her bloody cover lips, seemly still not satisfied. A deep growl formed in her throat, as she went back at clawing the flesh off the body. Her nails bloody as she continued to tear some flesh off the human. Another growl came from her as teeth were bared and she used them to tear more flesh from the body. Beside the body was something else that bare resemblance to a rabbit at one time. It was the first thing she got her teeth on, and sadly it was not right on her taste. After the rabbit, she went for the human.

She knew nothing of laws in this new city she was dragged and chained in. Most she knew she was hungry. The hunger drove her insane, as she soon adventured up. She found this human, and watched it like a cat , awaiting a right time to pounce. She kept watching it, waiting for a right time to attack. She finally attack, seeing the opportunity right as no one else was around. She dragged the body soon after in the underground and had her lovely feast on it. She didn't know that other lycans where around, the man who did this to her told her little, disappearing shortly after she awoke.

Why was this human so good? She couldn't remember when the last time she had such a delightful thing. Right now she didn't care much about past crap or what ever. All she cared about was eating she was fully satisfied. She wanted something fresher then this..this old human. To her this human now no longer was fresh and seemly spoiled. She frowned, where to find another fresh human, surely it could be easier then before.

She heard footsteps,as she turned her head from where she heard the sound come from. She frowned as she growled loudly to whom ever this was. Maybe this was a human, another human to feast on would just be perfect. She knelt to the ground getting ready to attack who ever it was.

[Natasha River]

Tasha’s movements were practiced and steady- this was not the first bullet wound she’s tended. She rolled up the sleeves of her sweatshirt to keep the ends from getting dirty, revealing a multitude of colourful tattoos. The fingers that deftly wiped clean and then wrapped the wound displayed the words ‘alls well’ and ‘ends well’. She could sense the male’s emotions as they flaired, but put it out of mind for the time being. It could be addressed if it became problematic. For now, if the only issue Tasha would run into was a little attitude she had a few choice solutions to help. Most of them were related to a swift kick in the ass.

Still, the pleas of the child seemed to ebb the young male’s rage for the time being. That was a good sign. Tasha finished the dressing on the mutant’s wound and then helped him to his feet. She kept him to her side to help steady him, offering her shoulder for him should he need it. Her mismatched eyes looked directly into Hall for a long moment, steely and firm. “There are two of us. If you would prefer to take the pup back first, then I will take him” she nodded at the wounded mutant “someplace else while you tend to the boy. He had done right by us, so we do right by him. Give and take, gadje. Or the next time you’re in a ditch would you rather fate leave you there to die?” Tasha’s voice is hypnotic in its riddling accent and dancing phrasing. The gypsy lived by strict codes. Some of them were peculiar, perhaps, but this one was easy to understand. Expecting help when you needed it without ever extending it to others was an idea held by spoiled children. That was not to say that Tasha was charitable- she wasn’t. However, if the mutant could extend himself to help her kin then she would return the favor promptly.

Tasha wasn’t the kind of girl that left lingering debts.

“Make up your mind, keep the pup close, and get moving. Just because we have the potential for eternity does not mean I’m going to waste mine arguing with you.” The words were sharp, even despite the inherent softness to her voice. Supporting the mutant she began to make way again, addressing the mutant. “If there is no where you wish to go then I will take you at least out of here. You will need rest to heal gadje and the street is no place to do it.”

Tasha had no interest in keeping the mutant anywhere near her. She was going to drop him off somewhere and carry on with her life. All things considered, however, Zach had rather hit paydirt. But Tasha did not get far before she stopped and stiffened. A growl caught in her throat as she smelled the blood from the nearby massacre. She released her grip on the mutant and set him down to hold himself up for a few minutes. The little white hairs on he back of her neck stood on end, knowing full well that someone had just had dinner and was nearby.

[Marcel Chevalier]

Posting Order:

Zacharias
Hall
Bellatrix
Tasha

[Zacharias Grimm]

When she let go of zack he felt like running with these legs that did not belong to him. He hated the situation he was in. He felt like he should not be there , that his existence belonged somewhere else, something was being missed, the golden truth was no longer seen. He took a few steps back away from the woman, he couldn’t see anything it was pitch black he could not rely on his eyes. He let his ear be his eyes. He did not understand why the werewolves should help him; they didn’t know why he helped the boy, if the heart of an action was not seen could any action base on that action be justified, and why was it the fool who thought so deeply on something so trivial?
He removed his blood stained shirt and then he took the glow stick. He placed it inside. He wrapped the shirt into a ball. He could tell that the lycans had stopped for something and he was not planning on losing more blood. He threw the shirt into the air he drew out the flash light he stole and he shined it where the shirt landed waiting to see what creature would be attracted to inspect the bloody shirt, if it wasn’t one of intelligence. He now got his violin case and held it as if it was a weapon; it was extremely light though and would not stand a good fight. His bare chest was revealed and with it a good amount of stitches near his spinal cord on his back right where the heart was. Zack obviously didn’t put it there so someone else had to have been opening him up before now.
Zack could see that neither Lycan had wanted to actually help. He still seemed like a roach to them. Standing alone and cold there was one thing he cared for and enjoyed about bleeding, it felt warm to him. It was so dark and cold, Zack had lived in the underground for a few years now, most of his memories were actually in some form of darkness, but there was usually a light to help him.
He could see that they didn’t like him in any way and took no pleasure in his existence “I’m sorry ” he said towards the male one who obviously disliked him the most as if being who he was or having his current existence be a crime. Zack would rather make people happy then have them feel like he is a burden. He had no wish to make any one unhappy or to displease others.
The young violinist wanted to run away from this fate. He took a deep breath .where ever they took him he was going to end up alone any way. At least he wasn’t alone, right now. “what do I have to do to make you happy, I can’ let you save me until I make you happy “ he said holding up the case. As if that was the only thing he needed, happiness from others. The tired boy shook and was dizzy.

[Hall]

Hall was losing it rapidly. He was getting angrier again with the female's oblivious stupidity. “Do you not damned well get it?! There are hunters nearby. You do not split up to take your pet sodding mutant for a walk when there are hunters in the Under-city. Are you stupid or something?” Hall was torn between the instinct to do exactly as she suggested and take the pup to safety leaving her to fend for herself and the instinct to stick with the pack and protect the female who he incidentally was now desperate to mount.

“We need to get out of here” he growled in one last attempt to make her see reason, “... and not that way!” he snapped as Tasha moved away stubbornly in the direction Hall had encountered the Hunter. The pup was tagging along with her, equally stubbornly refusing to come anywhere near Hall and hanging on to the mutants clothing putting Tasha between him and Hall; it was the nature of pups to stick with the females but Hall had never been a pup and all he saw was a stupid stubborn brat.

The anger was making it hard, nay impossible, to focus past the females scent; god but he needed to fuck so badly. Logic said that they all three needed to evade the Hunters but there was no sight, sound or scent of Hunter for him to focus on, just the arousing scent of female, the inviting sound of her voice and the tempting sway of her shapely ass as she let the mutant lean on her. His rage flared up again at that; the mutant was male and it was provoking all his Lycan instincts with regard to the female. He was going to kill it or fuck her or both and he hadn't yet decided on the order.

Lost as he was in his inner turmoil, Hall never even registered the growl and scent of the second female though the strong pheromones emitted by all newborns hit his libido like a sledgehammer and was enough to send his straining control hurtling over the edge. Taking advantage of Tasha's distraction he jumped her, snaking his arm around her neck as his other hand tore at her pants. Potential danger was forgotten, the pup, the mutant, everything but his need to sate his frustration and his lust...

[Bellatrix Evrard]

She growled as she walks slowly towards whom ever was there. Bloody footprint trailed behind her away from the discarded body. Her head rose in the air hearing the voices of group nearby. She stood in darkness as she soon seen the bodies of who was there. A female with much tattoos covering her body, a child, even a naked male and another whose blood hit her in waves. What was wrong with his blood, maybe it wasn't his blood, and mere something else.

A shirt went in the air covered in blood, she frowned as she watched it land. A blood shirt wasn't something that interested her, flesh off a human; now that was something she wanted. The none naked once seemly looked decent, minus that off smell about him.

Her attention though turned, soon watching the naked male, as he attack the female. His hand tearing at the pants she wore. She growled louder now, despite her messed up state; she wasn't pleased to watch this man do so to this female.

Her mind was telling her to attach the naked men, yet telling her to attack the other. Why was her mind doing this to her? She wanted to think straight, she wanted everything to be right. She shook her head, the mess of hair shaking with her.

In a swift movement, she attack pouncing on the non-naked man. She watched as her prey hit the floor under her. Blood still in her mouth from the human dripped down her face. She ignored all around her, as she began sniffing this being.

“the smell..” she growled as she continued to sniff. “you look human..something wrong..it was you” she muttered . A hand grabbed his throat turning his neck to the side, once more sniffing. “ perhaps...perhaps smell bad but taste good?” she seemed to be speaking to herself, not caring for what the man was doing to that female. “I taste..yes?” the question was not to him, but more to herself.

She licked the side of his face, soon scrunching up her face. Her hand let go of his throat slowly. “No..no..no!” she yelled. “Bad...” She got off him now yelling once more “No!” She pound the ground, the bones in her hand breaking; her body slowly repairing itself. She screams, she just ate yet the hunger was to much to bare.

“ If I can't eat you...”she stood up slowly glaring at him. “no point for you to be here?” Anger filled her, she found these people; yet not one she could eat. She fell to the ground, every bone seemly wanting to break, a scream of pain came out of her. What was this? Slowly the human female disappeared as lycan stood before them. Her hair was seemly a burn light brown, blue eyes shined in the shadows . The lycan growled, saliva dripping from her bared teeth.

[Natasha River]

As Tasha put together the sum of sounds and scents she was attacked from behind. She growled furiously, elbowing the figure behind her with surprising force as one of her belt loops was torn. Hal was bigger than her, but she was older. Significantly so. Tasha placed her blows strategically, not with desperate emotion- twisting in his grip until she could get her fingers around his Adams apple. She squeezed the nub in his throat hard enough to cut off his air with a sharp sensation of pain, her nails digging into his skin. In Tasha’s experience (and incidentally in that of the marine from Houston who’d shown the technique to her) this was an effective method to halt an attacker. It wouldn’t permanently hurt him at all, but it would stop him in his tracks for the time being. Being suddenly cut off from air often had that sort of effect on people.

“Mind your manners gadje, or I’ll fix you myself.” She growled with a feral chord in her throat. The snarl that accompanied the phrase suggested she would arrange such a feat with her teeth if he kept pushing his luck. Though her flesh still displayed her tattooed human form, the beast beneath the surface flashed for just an instant. It gave her mismatched eyes a mean, hungry gleam.

The new female lycan that they had stumbled onto began to shift. Between her and Hall, Tasha had her hands full. Her patience quickly dissolving, Tasha enacted her own change. With the cracking of bone and twisting of muscle the gypsy’s shape was altered. Her hands full with Hall, she did not have the opportunity to remove her clothing, and instead shreds of the fabric fell away from the ghostly looking wolf. She shoved Hall with a growling roar and then circled in on the other female. The lean, long limbed, white werewolf moved between her and the wounded mutant. If Bellatrix wanted a taste of Zach, she’d have to go through the older lycan first. Tasha hoped that in itself would be enough to get her to stand down. If not, then Tasha would have to wear her out. She had no interest in hurting the strange female- after all she had once been young too- but she would most certainly put her in her place.

((tag: Zach))