Liars smile. (open)

[Lukias Aman]

A child had run off. But why had he run off? Pups never ran off, they never had reason to. Children were honored and well cared for by the entire pack as if each Lycan were the parent of each and every child born to them. He was angry. It didn’t make sense, who would do something so terrible to a pup that he would run off? He could not have disorder in his pack and if he found how who had caused the pup to run off, he would punish them accordingly. His groin ached with the need to dole out discipline. Half the pack was out looking for the boy, the other half that were too young to fight the moon should be coming to the end of their cycles, well fed.

Lukias and his new mate were out looking for the pup as well and with having to split up to cover more ground, he was not happy to be separated from her. The scent was easy enough to find until it let out into the Undercity. The place was crawling with disgusting mutants who stank to high heaven so the boys train was difficult to keep up with. That is until he smelled a man who was human but…somehow not … he smelled so good. Not in an “I want to eat him.” Way, no. It was more of an “I want to fuck him, protect him, keep him, smell him all day.” Sort of way. His manhood had immediately nearly broke his zipper out with its need to touch him as he approached him. He had looked amused, then terrified when Lukias growled with desire. His companion looked like he was going to have a heart attack.

“What are you?” Lukias growled. “I…I’m just me.” The man replied. Lukias didn’t have time for this, so he would scent him so he could find him again later, even if it was to lay at the foot of his bed and smell him all night. He pulled the man to him with his strong arms, buried his face in his neck and inhaled. He rubbed his body all over the man to get his scent all over him like some sort of cologne, London would love this.

As he walked away he heard the two men, “You just had to have that… that… Rubix Cube thing, didn’t you, Ian. That thing almost ate you.” Lukias snorted that he sounded like a chiding wife. “Hey, these things were really big back in the 80's and 90's, besides, he didn’t want to eat me, he wanted to fuck me, did you see the size of his cock, oh my my.”There was a pause and Lukias just knew the look he was getting because he had gotten it from London at times. “Don’t worry Dafydd, you are my one and only.” Then the man was gone, with his presumed partner.

Lukais moved on now sporting the scent of the best thing he ever smelled. He finally picked up the child's trail again, noticing several other pack members had caught it too and fell in line behind him. That’s when he heard the gunfire, growling and howling. This was not good. He broke into a run and disappeared into the hidden sewer entrance. From there the trail was easy to follow. Now he had some bug-like humanoid scent, a mutant, the pup, two females and… fucking Hall! Might be time to teach him manners again. The sounds and scents of shifting cause him pause. In seconds, he was out of his trousers and t-shirt, shifting in the largest Lycan anyone had ever seen. His bloodline made him big, strong and menacing. He picked up his clothing as the other caught up and sprinted in the direction of all the commotion. This was dangerous for the pack, bickering and shifting so close to the entrance. With a angry roar, he lept into the small alcove they seemed to be congregating in.

The first thing he noted was Natasha managing quite well against Hall but the female shifting was going to throw a wrench in it. She looked insane. That was a dangerous thing. First he would take care of that. He stuck out, landing a blow on the now shifted females head that would knock her out for hours. If she is crazy when she wakes up, we kill her. He sent to the other pack members who were not witnessing this fiasco. His next move was to grab Hall by the scruff of his neck, yank him off Natasha and throw him against the wall. His eyes then went to the mutant. He growled and bared his dripping fang. He approached him slowly, lifting one lip in a snarl but it was actually him making a face at the smell.

“No, Papa Wolf, please, he helped me. I got lost and he brought me home, please.” He heard the child plead and felt his hands petting him. He looked at the child and his eyes softened at the pleading look in his eyes. He lives this time. He comes back, we kill him. Lukias turned his intimidating gaze on Natasha. He wondered why every one was looking at him funny… was it the smell of that human? Get this THING out of our home. he ordered.

[Zacharias Grimm]

To twist the spring of a toy soldier you must first find the small key which it will accepts it. That is a very simple idea but most locks in the world accept multiple keys, sure not the ones placed on doors, but the things that made people keep going was extremely simple as long as that person still had a lock.
When pounced on he lost his flashlight as it flung pout of his hand his violin case was kept in the grip of his right hand as if his life depended on it, surely to let it would be only possible if you burned his hand off. When he was finally standing up again came to a realization, the child was with the people he belonged to. This meant that there was absolutely no reason to stay. Enough hate was enough hate.
He could hear the sounds of disgust and anger around him; the growling and snarls of lycans. He just wanted to leave he had enough of the complaints and he already knew the result if he stayed there too long. He was lost in the darkness, there were beings around him but he could not trust his senses. His face never shifted from its emotionless look, it was hard to imagine what form of behavior could change the situation he was in. his eyes became rainbows they couldn’t decide what to change to due to the fact it seemed far too hopeless till they changed to a brown color.
The toy soldiers legs started to move forward as if part of a slowly awakening machine. He did not care where he was going he just wanted to be out of there. He had found the lock which needed no key as it was already opened. His lock was near his abdomen, his pinky dug into the wound, one of the biggest incentives to keep going was the pain, it meant he was alive has he gasped for air as is his like a toy soldiers never moved, yet his eyes showed he was trying his best to grasp for a escape.
“pain is a necessary, yes even sadness plays a role, it’s all a part of life, so as long as I keep up the ability to take this pain and disappointment surely it means I can keep on being alive.” He thought to himself as he moved on forward trying to leave. “just because I can’t see a light at the end of this tunnel doesn’t mean there isn’t any there.” his thoughts continued on.
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[Hall]

The sharp blow of the female's elbow was enough to completely knock the wind out of Hall, delivered as it was with a strength and speed far beyond human and not inconsiderably beyond his own. It was not enough in and of itself to halt his frenzied assault but the following flurry of blows, each precisely placed and ending with a choking grip to his throat certainly gave him reason to pause. Her feral growl and the simmering beast that gleamed in her eyes however did not abate the fires of his anger and lust, merely contain them... or it did up until the other female began her shift.

Young Lycans did not have much control over their shifting at the best of times and close to the moon, angry, hurting and horny, in a confined space filled with the scent of blood, female and shifting was about as far away from the best of times as things got. It could have been worse; he could have been hungry too but it was plenty bad enough to completely strip away the last vestiges of Hall's resistance. He snarled furiously as the other female's form twisted and shifted, his own shift now impossible to control and only brought on faster as Tasha too shifted with the smooth speed only the elder Lycans could manage.

Tasha tried to push him away to deal with the other female but he hung onto her as his body began to tear itself apart in his second agonising transformation that day. Lukias sudden appearance and furious roar claimed what remained of Hall's attention though he was still howling in pain at the forced transformation. If he hadn't already been in a state of rampant excitation he would have instantly been so as the musk of alpha pheromones hit him mixed with... fucking hell!

He smacked back into the wall where Lukias hurled him; his head cracked against it dizzyingly and he collapsed to the floor writhing out the last of his transformation and cuming violently at the same time. Hall lay stunned for a moment just panting and growling – this was just too totally fucked up to be true... but that smell... He rose onto all fours and crawled slowly toward Lukias whining and scenting the air, his actions all pure naked instinct as his conscious thoughts wallowed intoxicated in the mad soup of pheromones that had drowned his brain.

((Bella is unconscious so - Tag: Tasha))

[Natasha River]

Tasha had been doing alright with Hall until all hell broke loose. Hall shifted, gripping to her. Before she could shake him the calvary arrived. While Tasha preferred to finish her own fights, she could not say she was displeased to see the Alpha. After all, keeping order was what a good Alpha did. Not to mention he smelled delicious.

As Lukias grabbed Hall and brushed past her the delightful scent that he rubbed in tickled Tasha’s nose in the best way possible. She watched him make quick work of the situation, her mismatched eyes following him carefully and her tail twitching happily. Tasha was tiny compared to Lukias, and she had a certain appreciation for the raw strength his size allowed him. Then there was that smell. Was it just her or did that smell make him look extra good? When he ordered the mutant be removed it snapped Tasha back into reality and she shook off the thought. She gave a jovial, almost playful bark in response that indicated her gladness to see the pack leader. ”I will see him past the border safely.”

Tasha gave the pup a nudge with her nose to show once more that she held no hard feelings over the necklace. She had been angry about it, but everything had turned out alright in the end and that was really all that mattered to Tasha. The pup responded by petting her thick white coat. The necklace was buried deep in her fur, just big enough to fit around her lycan throat- a family heirloom well worn by more than one wolf in her family. Satisfied that the pup was well she turned to lead Zach out of the range of the territory. The foolish mutant was already trying to leave on his own. Well, at least he had a fighter’s spirit. Tasha would follow a few paces behind until he was clear of the area. If he had the strength to keep moving, then she would let him do so of his own accord. Only when he was clear of this place would she return to the pack... the thought of that smell fresh in her memory and instinct calling her to follow it.

[Marcel Chevalier]

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