Concerning The Pack

TorTracyn · Mar 19, 2013

[FONT=&amp]General[/FONT][FONT=&amp]
Name: Aoibheann (Pronounced EE-van) Silvia O'Donaghue
Aliases: Silvia
Age: 20 She may have lied to the owner of the bar about her age.
Birthdate: August 4th
Origin: Donegal County, Ireland
Ethnicity: Irish
Languages: English, Gaelic
Occupation: Works at an Irish pub
Current Residence: A crappy apartment four blocks away.

Appearance
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Eyes: Green
Hair: Red
Height: 5'6
Build: Curvy in all the right places and throw in some toned muscle
Scars: Just some mental ones
Attire: Most typically jeans and a shirt fitting the weather. If it's cold, she's wearing an off-the-shoulder sweater. If it's hot (and she gets hot easily) she wears a tank top
Accessories: She has a necklace with a man's wedding band on it. She refuses to talk about it.
Weapon of Choice: A bar stool, a cue stick, anything she can get her hands on. Not that she fights, of course. >.>

Personality:
Basic: Fiery, independent, bit of a temper...
Strengths: She can hold her own pretty well, be it in a fight or a drinking competition. Very independent. She also has a way with a paintbrush.
Weaknesses: Her light dusting of daddy issues make it a little hard for her to find a healthy relationship, maybe a little too independent.
Fears: Death, mice, snakes, being alone.
Likes: Wolves, horses, painting, being in the bar, being around people.
Dislikes: Assholes, thinking about her past, hot weather
Religion: Pagan

Background
Family:
Mother: Nainsi
Father: Fionntan
Siblings: Carbry, Muirenn, Ethne
Upbringing: She had a pretty normal upbringing, all in all, back in Ireland. The trouble didn't start until she was about 12 and her father took to the drink a bit more heavily than would be healthy. At 16, it got so bad they had no money and later that year, he suffered an accident due to drinking and passed away. When Aoibheann turned 17, she decided it was better for her to move to America and get a job there and start sending money back home to help her family. Mostly, she just wanted to get away from it all. Too many memories and too little of them good.

She settled in the city and found a job at a bar, which paid for a crappy apartment. She sends as much money as she can back home to her mother, and knows that with her younger brother Carbry working too, they should be doing fine. She doesn't worry about them too much and just tries to go about her normal every-day life.[/FONT]

General
Name: Ulfa
Aliases: Beta, ma'am
Age: 3
Origin: Outside of the city
Ethnicity: Lupine
Languages: Wolf, English
Occupation: Beta of the Wolf Pack, Alpha Female of the Wolf Pack
Current Residence: With the Wolf Pack ;)

Appearance

Eyes: Very light, striking blue
Hair: Dark brown, almost black
Height: 5'2
Build: Not like, scary muscled, but looks like she could definitely hold her own despite her height
Scars: A few, but none that are really super noticeable.
Attire: A leather jacket, jeans, a tube top sometimes, if she feels like it. Usually Craig makes her wear human clothes before she goes outside...but inside she really doesn't care.
Accessories: A necklace made of braided hemp and some wolf fangs.
Weapon of Choice: Her fists, her claws, her teeth, her feet, or a silver sledgehammer she calls Maxwell.

Personality:
Basic: Temper. She has one hell of a temper! Dominant, my-way-or-the-highway sort. Sometimes right in Craig's face, but sometimes she can be very submissive to him.
Strengths: Being the beta, her dominant personality
Weaknesses: Polite social conversations, delicate situations
Fears: Well, nothing until now...
Likes: Belly rubs! And treats! And hunting! And new smells!
Dislikes: Anyone mouthing off to her, even Craig even though she takes it sometimes.
Religion: Religi-what now?

Background
Family:
She doesn't talk about family...
Upbringing: She was raised in the woods but was fascinated by the humans. She saw them as prey, sure, but they were smart prey...prey that would be a challenge! When she heard of another wolf who went to the city she left as well. It took her a while to find him, but she found him and his pack of werewolves and proved her worth to him, fighting her way to becoming the beta of the pack and the alpha female. It's a position she guards diligently and takes very seriously.

Sarloch · Mar 19, 2013

General
Name: Cold Wind Running
Aliases: Craig Walter Rothschild
Age: 22
Origin: Born in the woods outside of the city.
Ethnicity: German-ish
Languages: English, Wolf
Occupation: small time gang-leader
Current Residence: A condemned apartment building that he shares with his pack.

Appearance

Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde
Height: 5'9"
Build: Thin and athletic
Scars: A good number of claw marks on his chest, and a scar running down from the corner of his mouth.
Attire: usual jeans and a t-shirt of varying color
Accessories: beat to hell aviator sunglasses
Weapon of Choice: his fists, or if that's not practical, he does carry a glock
Personality:
Basic: Aggressive and territorial, but loyal and caring
Strengths: hitting things, loyalty, knowing what needs to be done in his territory
Weaknesses: hesitance to progress with the changing world, not good in delicate social situations
Fears: technology taking over more than it already has, losing his pack
Likes: being in charge, rare steak, human women
Dislikes: most humans, hamburgers(to much extra shit on them most of the time) vegetables
Religion: none

Background
Family: 18 members in his pack, none of which are blood related
Mother: Ran over by car
Father: Poached and turned into a rug
Siblings: two brothers, seven sisters who all stay in the woods
Upbringing: raised in the woods, but never quite fit in with the other wolf born Lupines, he moved to the city after some time to try and fight against the corruption that spread from it, but very quickly became corrupt himself. Though, he thinks he's still doing good.

General
Name: Rodney
Aliases: "Hot Rod"
Age: 22
Origin: Small Town America
Ethnicity: All American Mutt
Languages: English, Wolf
Occupation: Works for Craig's gang, owns an apartment building in a better part of town
Current Residence: said apartment building.

Appearance

Only not neko, and without the eye patch
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black, some blond streaks, sometimes green, It was blue once
Height: 5'9
Build: Thin and athletic. Looks like he's actually stand a chance of completing Ninja Warrior
Scars: A few bullet holes in his back, but they rarely get seen
Attire: Usually seen in a leather biker jacket and beat to hell jeans. Sometimes (usually when he's driving his car and not his chopper) he'll wear a kilt
Accessories: Pack of Cigarettes, a lighter, and some spare dice (loaded of course)
Weapon of Choice: any blunt object he can find, or a sharp one...

Personality:
Basic: Independent, submissive at face value, but defiantly has his own agenda
Strengths: fast, smart, witty
Weaknesses: doesn't trust easily, likes doing things on his own, taking too much on at once
Fears: actually having to be responsible
Likes: most of the pack, Sylvia, a good pint of beer, stale pizza
Dislikes: skunky beer, that he likes stale pizza
Religion: Fuck that shit man.

Background

Upbringing: He lived a fairly normal life in a small town until he hit about seventeen. That's when he started waking up in the fields, naked and covered in blood. Lucky for him one of the older farmers was familiar with what was going on, and took him under his wing, teaching him to control the beast within him. When he was twenty he moved out of the town and into the city to try and settle down, maybe get a job working at a hotel so he could go to college, but got caught up with the pack and hasn't looked back.

TorTracyn · Mar 19, 2013

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Name: Katrina Divina
Aliases: Trina
Age: 21
Origin: Somewhere in the city
Ethnicity: American
Languages: English, wolf
Occupation: gold digger, power hungry slut
Current Residence: With the wolf pack.

Appearance
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Eyes: a light blue-green color
Hair: Blond with some pink highlights
Height: 5'6
Build: Ample tits, tiny waist, nice ass. There isn't much else to her.
Scars: A few. She is tough and knows how to fight. The main scar would be claw marks across her back from the time she challenged Ulfa's position...
Attire: A tight little tank top, a pale pink jacket with cherry blossoms painted on it, a tiny little mini-skirt, and knee-high boots with 3 inch heels.
Accessories: Earrings, makeup, sometimes a pair of gloves
Weapon of Choice: A nice crowbar straight to the junk.

Personality:
Basic: Power-hungry, manipulative, slutty, but not a complete idiot.
Strengths: Knows what she wants and how to get it.
Weaknesses: She's a home-wrecker and shows no remorse for it. Self absorbed, self centered.
Fears: That maybe she really is nothing...
Likes: Sex, getting what she wants, making guys pay for things.
Dislikes: Being turned down, knowing some other bitch has power over her...Ulfa...
Religion: Eh, who the hell cares?

Background
Family:
Mother: Candi Divina
Father: Who the hell knows?
Siblings: A couple? She doesn't really care though.
Upbringing: With a prostitute as a mom and a drug dealing pimp as her father figure, she really didn't stand much of a chance. She saw what got women money in that world, and what got them up from the bottom rung. [/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]At 15, she started having what she thought were really bad acid trips and nightmares. Her decision was to stop sleeping but the cocaine didn't help any. She found herself needing to use stronger and stronger drugs and those cost more money than she usually had. Eventually she ran into a guy from the pack who was paying her for the services she learned from her mother and when she frenzied during that, he was actually able to hold her down and wait for it to be over, then explain to her what was going on.[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]Overall, her life improved greatly when she joined the pack. No more drugs, no more back alley, behind-the-dumpster gigs, and she was helping to clean up the town. The only thing standing in her way as she clawed her way to the top of the group was Ulfa...that tiny little wolf-born bitch..[/FONT]

[FONT=&amp]All of that said, she is truly loyal to the pack and grateful for everything they've done and helped her through...[/FONT]

MadHex · Mar 20, 2013

[FONT=&amp] Name: Deakin Snow (Will not answer by his first name, he relinquished his first name after he was turned)
Species: Werewolf, Human born
Age: 25 (has been a Werewolf for the past 3 years)
Gender: Male
Appearance: http://i837.photobucket.com/albums/zz299/DevilSin8097/Snow2_zps20db4406.jpg
Werewolf Form: http://i837.photobucket.com/albums/zz299/DevilSin8097/SnowWerewolf_zpsadfbb632.jpg
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Origins: Australia (moved to the States at a young age leaving him to have no accent)
Personality: Reserved and solitary Snow distances himself from practically all the members in the pack, especially the Alphas. His silence does not mean he has nothing to say; just rather he has nothing kind to speak of. Keeping his thoughts to himself is just one of the ways he keeps himself from the group and stays out of the grasp of his leader Craig or Ulfa. Obedient and quick to respond Snow rarely is the target of his leaders rage but it is apparent that they do not see eye to eye. The way he acts with his pack and humans is completely opposite, one that is more than noticeable. With his pack mates he's normally silent, keeps his distance and hardly says more than a few words or simply allows his silence to be the answer. Even though Snow is more of a calm and collected fellow there are plenty of times he get agitated, and when he's very annoyed he tends to grin but the smile is not at all meant friendly. His body language also expresses his displeasure, normally being the only thing his pack mates can go off of to tell whether his mood is foul or not. But with humans his emotions come to life and a true smile maybe even seen with them. Acting like a fool, being playfully sarcastic and a bit of a show off he returns to a former self that had been nearly destroyed years ago. He was born a human and thinks like a man, not an animal. His relationship with humans appear to be closer than his relationship with his pack mates, which may become concerning to few of the members in the group.
Likes: Cars and working on them, Rapping, hanging in Clubs, break dancing, parkour, training at his MMA dojo, working, building or creating new things, Humans, music and World War 2 novels.
Dislikes: Uncalled for violence, Disrespectful and rude people, Werewolves, getting interrupted in the middle of a project, Impatient people, the way his Alphas run their pack, thinking on the past, his guilt, having to repeat himself, being unprepared, Ungrateful people, not having anything to do, Conflict, Unemployment, One sighted or narrow minded people, doing the same routine every single day and Unfaithful people.
Strengths: Everything that comes with the package of being a Werewolf. Superhuman strength, speed, stamina, defense, healing, hearing and since of smell. Personal strength is the fact that even though he, at times, appears agitated it takes a great deal of provoking to actually get him to act out violently. Emotional would be his ability to rarely take things to heart, his emotions dulled down due to his traumatic past…
Weaknesses: Same that goes hand-in-hand with being a Werewolf, silver. Personal weakness would be rarely letting people in. His trust with anyone is shallow and he half expects everyone at some point and time to stab him in the back. Emotional weakness would be the thought of his past. Which is something he'd never share not unless under severe emotional stress or in an outburst of rage.
Special Skills: He knows how to work on just about every car ever made like the back of his hand. Is a highly skillful engineer with the creative drive to constantly come up with new and useful things. Have incredibal skills in acrobatics due to his enjoyment in parkour. Thanks to his diligent training in MMA, Snow knows just how hard and exactly where to hit the body to enable his enemies or weaken their condition in a single focused and forceful blow.
Other: Snows motivation, though rarely affect his duties, is lost from time to time due to his inner laziness. It is something that doesn't happen often but does mostly when he is alone or simply bored. But most of the time he is very busy and hardly ever stops moving. Also he went to college for engineering passed as the top rankings student in his university. Working on new creations has become more of a hobby for him though, rather than his main focus of employment. [/FONT]

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Name: [/FONT][FONT=&amp]Arly Azeri[/FONT][FONT=&amp][/FONT][FONT=&amp]
[/FONT][FONT=&amp]Species: Human (but his special due to being psychic)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance: http://i837.photobucket.com/albums/zz299/DevilSin8097/Human_zps81015ffd.jpg
Origins: North America, New Orleans
Personality: Bubbly, blunt and damn near off the wall Arly is one of a kind. Her favorite pass time is drawing or watching anime. Often she compares people to characters in her favorite animes and mocks the lines they say, acting the scene out in public. Being an energetic ball of energy Arly's petite body never seems to take a break. (she's 4'8) For those who get easily embarrassed Arly is one they should steer clear of because she is a girl of no shame. Acting more like a dude then a chick she acts inappropriately as a lady and tends to enjoy pushing people's buttons. She also is a Mortal Kombat nut and has actually learned to fight from mimicking her favorite characters from the game.
Likes: Anime, vibrant colors, cats, wild hair styles, painting, drawing, sour candy, sushi, any kind of Asian person, Mortal Kombat, Daft Punk, punk clothes, raves, glow sticks, mocking people, playing tricks and sitting up in trees.
Dislikes: Grumpy people, if the color black is by itself, dogs, judgmental people, anyone who is taller than her, fast food, chocolate, Indian food, the history channel, boring people and dull empty spaces.
Strengths: No matter what Arly always shoves the rough parts of life out the window and keeps the good times rolling. She cuts those out of her life that were a drag or no good easily and doesn't regret it. She also has psychic abilities that seem to warn her of danger and of strange abnormalities, such as Werewolves.
Weaknesses: Being alone seems to not bother but being alone due to a fight or disagreement seems to upset her greatly. She also has quite a temper when it comes to people who are judgmental or racist and reacts harshly towards the offender.
Special Skills: Can fight effectively due to long nights of mocking characters off of Mortal Kombat. Even though she had no real training she picked the most affective styles to mock using others movements against them. Psychic powers that flash short premonitions of the future, most alarming her of danger or strange creatures not of this world.
Other: She is currently a college student at an art university working to get her bachelor degree in Graphic Arts and 2D Art.[/FONT]

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Name: Maria Smith & Lulu Sauntie
Species: Werewolves, Human born (both)
Age: 26 & 12
Gender: Female (both)
Appearance -
Maria: http://i837.photobucket.com/albums/zz299/DevilSin8097/Shelia_zpsbc7f23cd.jpg
Maria Werewolf form: http://i837.photobucket.com/albums/zz299/DevilSin8097/SheliaWerewolf_zpsbea3c296.jpg
Lulu: http://i837.photobucket.com/albums/zz299/DevilSin8097/Chicklilsis_zps5528905e.png
Origins: North America, California
Personality: Maria is normally calm and sometimes indifferent towards others. Her obligation as a Elder sister and guardian has made her less friendly. Though she is young she has the responsibilities of a full grown adult and she has never once steered from this. Lulu is always being hounded by her older sister Maria and sometimes she wonders if she realizes they are sisters and not mother and daughter. She is trying to be a big girl and prove to her sister that she can do things on her own but rarely does she ever get through to her overly protective sister.
Strengths: They are both werewolves but Lulu has yet to reach her turning point yet. Maria's werewolf form is more for stealth and speed, being slimmer than average. Like an assassin she attacks with the element of surprise and nine times out of ten kills her target.
Weaknesses: Silver and her younger sisters well being.
Other: Maria and Lulu are half sisters, both coming from a different mother.
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TorTracyn · Mar 20, 2013

Eight months ago, Ulfa and Sylvester took David, Tree, and Arch and set out into the woods so Ulfa could give birth to Sylvester's pups. Something nagged at her the entire time. Craig said he locked her out of his room because she smelled pregnant, but she had been fairly positive she hadn't gotten pregnant until after he locked her out. Either way, she took out her frustration by bitching about Craig. Her and Sylvester talked about starting their own pack together, but ultimately she was loyal to Craig. Craig had been the one to take her in when she first wandered into the city, lost, naked, covered in blood from people that tried to get in her way, and full of confidence. He barely found her before the cops did.

And she knew she was lucky, having him pick her up and take her in and shove her at the other females who taught her what clothes were. He was the one that really taught her how to be a werewolf, too. In a gruff, rough sort of way. And maybe he didn't know it, but he was the reason Ulfa was strong enough to be his beta, over all of the males in the pack. Alpha Female, Beta of the Pack.

She had four and a half long months to think about that, curled up in the den she had dug for herself while the men brought her food, camped, drank, and enjoyed the time out of the city as much as they could. Every now and then one of them would run down to the closest grocery store or the closest 7-11 and bring back creature comforts, but mostly they indulged in their wolf nature. It was fun for her to watch, since they were all human-born. She spent most of her time sitting there and teasing them for being bad at being a wolf.

When she finally gave birth, she spent most of her time in the den, protecting her suckling pups as they grew and matured. With a few less hormones buzzing around in her system, shew as able to sit and think about everything that happened. She needed to go back to Craig. She couldn't start a new pack with Sylvester. He wasn't as strong as Craig was, and was too self-centered.

After a week of thought, she moved to the mouth of the den and called Sylvester to her. "Syl, we need to talk about plans to get the pups home. I think Tree should go back and bring a van..."

Sylvester narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you mean home? There is no going back, Ulfa. You said yourself, we're making a pack together."

"That was just anger talking, Syl. I can't. Come on. Craig's the alpha and he's the alpha for a reason....and, he'll tolerate the pups..."

"How do you know that? This hasn't happened before! Do you realize what you did, Ulfa? You betrayed him! You slept with someone else! Someone without breeding rights!"

Ulfa let out a low grow. "Do not raise your voice at me, Omega."

The swiftness in which he shifted to his war form startled her. She didn't have time to scramble back into the den before he grabbed her and threw her across the clearing. "BITCH! I am your alpha now!"

Ulfa heard her pups starting to cry. She growled and shifted up herself. "You need to move." She said in the most commanding way she possibly could.

Sylvester let out a howl and charged her. Ulfa stood ready to accept the blow. She was stronger than him. She knew she was.

The wolf named Tree came barreling out of nowhere, also in his war form, and connected with Sylvester before he could get to Ulfa. "GET BACK TO THE DEN!"

Right. Puppies. She scrambled over to the den and dug her claws in, ripping the dirt away as fast as she could. Something grabbed her and threw her back again and her eyes widened when she saw David turn from her and start to dig himself. She roared and dug her feet into the ground, coming back at him. She could hear Sylvester and Tree ripping at each other, but her eyes were focused on David. It wasn't until Arch stepped up to stop her that she realized there might be a problem. They had turned against her. Everyone but Tree and he was fighting Sylvester. They were after her pups. Her children. They were barely old enough to be weaned.

A red sun rose the next morning, lighting Ulfa's tired steps as she walked into the city, battered, broken, and covered in blood. She had no energy left, no heart. She didn't even think about where she was going. She clutched something in her right hand and marched along. Her feet shuffled beneath her as the world faded in and out of focus. She didn't know what was giving her the strength to march on forward.

Back at the apartment building the pack shared, Katrina Divina was waking up in Craig's bed. She yawned and stretched and looked out the window, squinting at the sun. "Huh..." She shrugged and put her forehead to Craig's chin. "Wake up, babe." She stood up and stretched. "Mmmm! I'm so sore! After all we....did..." She put her hands up against the window suddenly, eyes wide as she stared out. That couldn't be Ulfa. That couldn't be her alpha female walking like a zombie through the street, her hair matted with the drying blood that covered the rest of her body. Some of it fresh. Trina was in trouble and she knew it. She had two options. One, she go distract Craig more and hope the younger woman died in the street, or two... "Craig, you need to come here...Craig, we have a HUGE problem." She let the panic set into her voice as she turned around.

Ultimately, she was loyal to the pack.

Ultimately, they all were.

"Craig, I'm serious!" She almost screamed, her voice cracking. "Get your ass out of bed and get over here! I...I think Ulfa's in trouble!"

Ulfa dropped to her knees in the middle of the street and slouched, then rolled her head back, arching her back, to let out the longest, most mournful, pained howl the pack would have ever heard. When her breath finally left her, she swayed a little. She had to get up. She had to keep going. But she couldn't. She just stayed there, on her knees, bloody, battered, broken, bruised, her arms out to her sides, head tilted up to the sky. She couldn't go on. She lost too much. Too much blood, to much family, to much hope, to much faith...In her mind, Craig would never let her back in and as she was, she didn't have the strength to fight her way back in. She was going to die. She was going to die like a wolf in the city should. Hungry, alone, and hit by a car....

Sarloch · Mar 20, 2013

Craig shot out of the bed like a geyser erupting from Old Faithful and rushed over to the window at the sound of Ulfa's mournful howl. He let out a curse and just kept moving, not caring about the drop, or the shattering glass, or the confused stared of on lookers as he burst through the window to land with a concrete cracking thud on the street below. Some of the sound actually came from his shin bones as they splintered and re-formed from the impact and his enhanced healing, but he pushed through the pain. Ulfa was more important than a momentary inconvenience.

He ran to her side and knelt down, putting his arms around her and scooping her up. He snarled with rage at who ever put her in this state and burst through the front door, laying her down on the pool table that more often than not was used for emergency triage for the gang. It wasn't until he set her down and stepped back to let one of the pack more adept with medicine take over, that he noticed he was in his war form. That meant that the entire street had not just seen him jump out of a fifth story building and survive... it meant that they'd seen a nine foot tall monster do just that. Luckily, the majority of people wouldn't remember what happened, the fear of the supernatural twisting their memory into something that their puny human minds could comprehend without causing nightmares.

Rodney heard the howl all the way across town and slowly stood, frowning as he walked over to his window and opened it up. The cold wind blew in, causing the hair on his arms to stand up as he looked out. "That was..." He frowned and quickly spun around, running downstairs, barely taking the time to put on pants as he hopped onto his chopper and rode off towards the slums the gang called home. He wasn't about to let Ulfa's attacker get away with this... and... he was not going to let the apparent deaths of the other members of his pack go unpunished.

MadHex · Mar 21, 2013

With bloodshot eyes Snow glanced around the room, his vision blurry. The suns rays blazed through the lightly colored blinds like raging flames threatening to burn him alive. Groaning he rolled over onto his back staring blankly up at the dingy ceiling. His silvery blue eyes slowly shifted over to the window wondering on the time. Where had all the time gone? How long ago had it been since he recalled a normal day of simple and average living? When had he given up and simply accepted 'this' as his life? And how long did he exactly plan on living like this? There was no answer to his unspoken questions and he knew that it was pointless on guessing. All he had was this dark existence which he loathed and nothing more. Following orders from a man he hardly knew for a cause he barely believed in. Although his leader was doing good for the people he doubted it would really make a change. His Alpha would never spend an entire day with a human not unless it were young and female. Even then Snow was doubtful on that. Craig seemed to hate everything about humans and anything that had to do with them yet...he went out of his way to help them and make life here easier. Snow shook his head, "There ain't no point in askin' so why bother?" He said allowed to himself in the dimly light and empty room.

Craig was an enigma that Snow gave up on understanding long ago. All he needed to know was to avoid him when he could and do as he asks when given a task to carry out. And that seemed to be working out for Snow so far. He could go out and do whatever he pleased whenever he wanted. As long as he was quick to respond and carry out his tasks there were no problems. Craig normally never bothered Snow and because of Snows donations to the pack it has helped a great deal with paying for a lot of their expenses. Strangely this kind gesture was never asked of him and willingly he has given nearly 85 to 90% of his earnings. It was his little way of paying them back for taking him in while he was still very confused and vulnerable. Aside from working two jobs to bring in money Snow also works on the packs cars free of charge along with making new tech to benefit them. As far as he is concerned he has contributed far more then most, if not all, of the pack members fanatically. He also personally feels he has proven his usefulness, whether it be working on cars or answering a call he had paid his do's. Regardless he was still here, stuck with no where else to go.

Grumbling he sat up and scratched the back of his head, a groggy staggered walk towards his dresser drawers to gather clothes for the day. Yanking a red tank top over head Snow shuffled to find his pants from the day before on the floor with his naked feet. Tapping the floor Snows feet wandered until the feel of stiff cloth touched the pad of his right foot. Glancing down he saw a faded pair of cargo pants and snatched them up, each leg taking their turn. Once his pants slid up over his tight buttocks he buttoned them and zipped up his zipper. A few moments passed and he had his shoes on with his signature steampunk goggles atop his forehead, under the wild spikey mess he called hair. Red-orange spikes went off in every direction having really no order to its chaotic display. This oddly enough was Snows natural hair color and he had little to do in order and manage it. The messy look always looked good on him so he never bothered changing it. As he headed down the steps, pass all the other pack mate rooms, he heard a gut wrenching howl that sung a song of agony and pain. His brow shot up but quickly snapped down, farrowing with the other. With haste full steps Snow bolted, free running through the hall leaping over a couch in the lobby with ease. But once he reached the front doors he halted seeing Craig hunched over a severely wound Ulfa in beast form. Snow wouldn't approach them while he was like that. Craig was unpredictable and Snow was smart enough to know he was currently in emotional parrel. Waiting for him to rush her to the closest room he could Snow pushed the doors open and stood outside in the middle of the road scanning the area. No one so far... Turning from the front doors he headed over to the wall closest to Ulfa and the group, leaning on it with his broad arms crossed. Inside was chaos and currently there was nothing he could physically do. Instead of joining the rest of the group he waiting outside keeping watch and keeping his distance.

TorTracyn · Mar 21, 2013

Ulfa whimpered when he picked her up, but didn't protest. She didn't have the energy. She didn't even know what was going on until she opened her eyes and realized she was inside, on the triage/pool table. And, of course, the first person she saw was Craig. Tears immediately started running down her cheeks and she weakly reached up to try and pet his face. "Y-you...went out....l..like that?" She asked, trying to smile a little. "You...you're...s...scaring...th...the young ones..." She muttered, closing her eyes again and grimacing in pain.

While someone ran off to call the doctor they all went to for anything serious, someone else walked up with a big bowl of warm water and a towel. He dipped the towel in the water and started carefully cleaning out her cuts. "Looks like a rage-heal scar here, boss..." He said, pointing to a fresh-looking scar that ripped down Ulfa's body from the tip of her chin down to her groin. It just got longer and longer the more the blood was cleared away.

Trina stepped up and looked down at her alpha, frowning. Sylvester had promised her Ulfa wasn't coming back. That she'd get to be the new Alpha Female. This wasn't what she had thought he meant...She looked over at Craig, nervously holding her own jacket closed. "Most of this was probably done with silver...you don't think...you don't think hunters, do you?"

"T...Tree..." She slowly opened up her right palm, showing a werewolf fang. "He...he tried to stop...tried to...to stop..."

"Beta, with all due respect, you should rest..."

Not too far off, [FONT=&amp]Aoibheann was stepping outside her apartment building and looking up and down the street. So many people were screaming, something about an explosion or a monster or gunfire....she could hear the police sirens in the distance. The wolf howl let her know exactly what was going on. Something was wrong at what she lovingly referred to as The Wolf Den. She took off running that way. Something happened. Something bad. For a howl like that, someone had to have died...[/FONT]

Sarloch · Mar 21, 2013

Craig looked down at Ulfa, then looked over at Trina, then slowly, with a great deal of effort, shifted back down to his human form. "Trina, you let me deal with this... I need you to take some other two legs and clean up the mess I just created... then we need to have a pack meeting when everyone gets back." He said, brushing some of Ulfa's hair from her face. "Breath, Ulfa... did Tree go into a frenzy? Where are Sylvester and the pups?" He asked, his voice quavering. He was afraid to ask... he was sure that everyone but Tree was dead, and that they'd need to go hunt their former pack mate down.

Rodney roared down the road, the wind whipping his short hair around and the cold stinging through his thick hair on his body. He ignored the highway, it would be to crowded at this time of day for him to get anywhere, so instead he was speeding down city streets, weaving around taxi's and pedestrians as he tried to get 'home' in time to help.

MadHex · Mar 21, 2013

Snow glanced over with a cold gaze as his eyes came upon a familiar female. The human that Craig favored was running as fast as she could to get to their Den and surely thought the worse. Snow watched her until she came up close. Not even needing to be questioned his thumb pointed behind him letting her know they were in the first room just beyond the door. As she neared the building Snow dug into his left pocket to pull out a cigarette and press it to his lips. Nipping on the end of it he lit it and took a long drag, the smoke whirling around his face and head. His cool blue eyes looked over at the door as it swung shut, Aoibheann already inside. In the distance the roaring of a high powered motorcycle was heading his way. No doubt it was Rob hurrying like a bat out of hell to get here. Soon enough he would be there and the whole gang would be back at the Den.

Maria kept Lulu in her room making sure she wouldn't come out and have to see the horrific scene. When she made it to where everyone was she was shocked to see Ulfa on the pool table bleeding profusely all over. Her breath came out in a short gasp and she quickly covered her mouth with both hands suddenly very thankful she had locked Lulu away. This was horrible! Who would do such a thing? Getting closer she over heard Craig telling the remaining members to search out the witnesses and 'convince' them of what they saw. With worry splashed all over her face like a painted canvas all Maria could do was stare at her Beta horrified by what had been done to her.

TorTracyn · Mar 21, 2013

Ulfa let her eyes go back to Craig. "N-no...no, he tr...he tried to...to stop Sylvester...He...he thought...he thought...him and I...S...Syl...Sylvester...thought him and I...were going to...to start another pack...D-David and...David and Arch....they helped him...T-Tree...Tree helped me..." She held out the fang to him. "Th..that's all...all I could bring back...S-Sylvester he...he...t...took them, Craig...he took my b-babies a-and left me to die...!"

[FONT=&amp]Aoibheann nodded to Snow and pushed open the door to looked inside. That was a scene she didn't really want to walk into without Rodney...Instead, she hurried back outside and looked for the cops. She had to think fast. She owed the Wolf Pack so much herself...She ran across the street and started waving her arms when the cops pulled up, making up a story about a shooter, about no one being hurt, and that he got in a car and drove off down the street. She gave them the car and license plate number of a known drug dealer as well as his description. She knew damn well that was the best report they were going to get from the terrified masses. It helped she knew how to scream and look scared...

[/FONT]Trina stepped back from the table, absolutely shaking. Sylvester said it would be fine. He said no one would get hurt. All she had to do was put something in Ulfa's drink, then be there to help Craig forget her. That's all he had said. She slowly backed out of the room and went up to her own bedroom. Lying, cheating, murdering...douchebag!! How could she have listened to him! She bumped into Maria and muttered an apology before putting her hand over her mouth quickly and rushing to the nearest bathroom. She threw up...well...no food but her stomach wasn't empty....She was shaking and puking, both at the blood and the knowledge it was all her fault and she couldn't tell anyone....

Sarloch · Mar 21, 2013

Craig's eyes shot up as he heard Trina rush out of the room. Great, she was good at sucking cock, but not at doing what she was told. He snarled and turned to the door. "SNOW!" He hollered, leaving Ulfa in the capable care of what he liked to call the packs shaman. He grabbed snow on the shoulder as gently as his anger could allow. "Do some clean up, please? I know I fucked up... and these people can't remember what I let them see..." He said softly so as not to be overheard by the scared masses. Shit... it suddenly sank in. He spun around and blinked. "What? Sylvester... did... WHAT!" He asked, walking back over and looking down at her. "He... no...David and Arch too? They were loyal friends... I took them in off of the streets... I'll... I'LL KILL THEM!" He said, slamming his fist down onto the table, cracking the wood.

Rodney saw the lights of police and cranked his bike into an alley, laying it down and tearing up the chrome. He cursed as he rolled off of the moving chopper, his chest getting torn up with road rash, then quickly healing back up. He stood and rushed out of the alleyway, leaving his bike in a heap on the ground as he ran down the road. He smiled slightly when he saw Sylvia and waved at her. "Sylvia... what... do you know what happened?"

MadHex · Mar 21, 2013

Snow watched the area a moment longer and just as he was about to leave to go help Craig charged out at him with a roar, "SNOW!" Grabbing his shoulder he growled his orders to him and looking him in the eye he nodded calmly answering his Alpha, "Understood." He doubted Craig knew why he was standing out there smoking and over watching the area. Smoke covers ones own scent, hiding them from those who have a powerful nose. If they were trying to get a go idea on how many there were the smoke would disturb that process. Second reason he was waiting was to keep guard and see if any of them had followed Ulfa back. This was the perfect moment to strike, while everyone was panicking and loosing control. But he'd have to leave his post. He was being viewed as useless for the moment and right now was not the time to explain his actions. Shoving off the wall Snow quickly made haste catching one of the witnesses. Crying aloud an old woman scammered, "I-I-I saw it...I saw...I saw.." Snow put a gentle hand on her to keep her balance and calm her, "What did you see?" His voice was tranquil and cool like soft waves of the ocean. It seemed to slightly put her at ease and she went on, "We-well I saw...a large beast...it was enormous! And...and" She was beginning to panic again and Snows chuckle made her look to him with a bazaar look. His other hand pressed on her empty shoulder and he said in a confident reassuring tone, "It was a costume. We are shooting a viral video for YouTube and are trying to get a subscription so we maybe able to make a movie. We never thought to warn anyone because we doubted anyone would believe there were real monsters. But now that everyone has gone into a panic we have to fix things before the police get involved." Then the older woman narrowed her eyes and asked, "Really? It was just a costume? But it looked so REAL! You kids really have quiet a talent." Smirking with a bashful expression Snow played his part well in deceiving the woman, "Heh thanks. I built a lot the animatronics myself." Smiling she patted him and said, "You are more talented then most dearie. Cause it defiantly fooled this old fool." He shook his head and then looked around him before whispering, "Thanks but I'm going to need your help and anyone elses to get this cleared up because my 'talent' might get my big butt in jail now." Frowning she shook her head and said, "That's not going to happen. Believe me you." Hurrying off the elderly woman rushed off to smack some of Snows lies into her frightened neighbor and help. His bluff worked and he rushed off re-telling the same lie again to the next witness he gathered up.

Maria was watching the two Alphas for a moment longer until Trina had bumped into her making her snap her attention onto her. She muttered something softly before slapping her hand over her lips while her cheeks puffed. Maria backed up quickly not wanting to get vomit on her while Trina dashed off like a mad man to the bathroom. Maria glanced back at the two before following Trina to the bathroom as she emptied out her stomach into the oval bowl. She bent down and pulled her hair back while she tried not to focus too much on the sounds she was making.

TorTracyn · Mar 21, 2013

Ulfa whimpered when Craig left. When he came back, she reached out for his hand. "S-sorry...I took that...from you...they're...they're dead, too...I didn't...bring anything back from them...." She cried out as one of her ribs finally had the strength to set itself and start knitting back together. "S..Sylvester though, he...he did something...to his claws...he turned them silver..." She looked up at him, looking...actually quite scared. "Or made them silver before hand? I...I don't know...they were silver....it hurts so bad..."

Sylvia overheard the story Snow told the old woman and was going about telling other eye-witnesses when Rodney walked up. "Um...well...we're tellin' eyewitnesses that it's us shootin' a movie an' tha big scary wolf monster was jes' anamatronics." She frowned. "But eh...basically? Ulfa's back?" She shrugged. "That's tha best o' my knowledge. Dere's nothin' tae do inside right now. They're healin' 'er up. We need tae do damage control out 'ere."

Trina hurked again, then muttered the most pathetic sounding 'thank you' anyone had ever heard. She sniffed and coughed, then grabbed some toilet paper to wipe her mouth and blow her nose. She eventually sat back and leaned into Maria. "This is horrible." She muttered. "I...I haven't seen that much blood since...ugh..." She leaned back over the toilet again.

Sarloch · Mar 21, 2013

Rodney nodded and smiled, taking her head and gently giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Thanks... why don't you go to the bar and lay low? I'll come by when we're done here." He said, giving her a gentle hug. He was glad she came to help... but if Craig was in frenzy, or Ulfa was... or something, it wasn't safe for her to be around and he didn't know what he'd do with himself if she got hurt.

Satisfied that Snow would take care of things he stroked Ulfa's face gently. "Its... it's fine Ulfie..." he said, using the nickname he did when he'd first found her cold and alone in the streets. "Silver claws? No... that's not possible..." He said, knowing she wouldn't make it up, but... not wanting to believe it. "His body would reject it... he'd be in so much pain he wouldn't be able to control himself and permanently frenzy..."

MadHex · Mar 21, 2013

Snows lie was like a plague, infectious and contagious. It spread throughout the whole area like wild fire until it became the truth. That what he said was real and what they saw was simply their panic. Grinning he was pleased with himself, it was too easy for him. Being human born had it's perks. You lived as a human therefore you understood their way of thinking and rationality. But what made him laugh was the fact that it had taken him under a half an hour to clear something so dangerous. For their kind, being found out was the worse thing that could happen and he knew eventually war would be wedged...and the werewolves would most likely loose. No matter how powerful you are technology will always be the game changer in the end and seeing that most of these packs were set in their ways it would prove to be the death of them all. Striding over to the door he stood within it's frame, nearly taking it all up with his broad size. He didn't want to sneak up on the Alpha, especially in his current state. So he cleared his throat to make it obvious he was there. Then speaking up he said in a deep tone, flat of emotion or concern, "It's done."

Maria felt like her eyes went into swirls. It was one thing when Lulu was sick and throwing up but to her it was a whole other ball game when someone else was. The way Trina surged forwards nearly dunking her head in the toilet and the slapping wet sound of all the liquor she drank from the night before hitting the waters surface was too much. She couldn't look, she wouldn't. If she did she'd end up showering the poor blond in her own vomit and sadly she had eaten. Stroking her back and holding her hair back she said softly in the kindest voice she possibly could, "Shhh...just try not to think right now ok? You keep thinking about it and you'll be dry heaving half of the day. Just relax and take some deep breaths after you're done. I'll get you some water or Sprite once you're finished. That sound good?" She was slipping into a persona she used often with Lulu while she was ill. She just pretended she was talking to Lulu and not Trina. That way her puking sounds wouldn't disturb her.

TorTracyn · Mar 22, 2013

Sylvia nodded and grabbed his face, planting a kiss on his lips. "Please let me know what's goin' on, aye? I'm worried. When ye find out what happened, call me." It wasn't a suggestion. She meant it. Stern look and all, she meant it. She gave him a poke in the chest. She'd ask him about his torn clothes later. She turned and hurried down the block to the bar where she worked. She had to be there in an hour anyway, and there were some inventory issues she might as well get taken care of before her shift started...

Ulfa shrugged slightly. "His claws...they burned...like silver..." She closed her eyes and leaned into the hand stroking her cheek. They really weren't bad people, the pair of them. But 13 months ago when she started smelling pregnant and Craig locked her out of his bedroom, well, both of them were hurt and angry and took it out on everyone around them for 5 whole months before she was kicked out. And then Craig was still pissed but Trina kept him pretty exhausted...

"I should be glad she's back." Trina started rambling by this point. "I should. I'm so fucking sore. I don't know how that bitch ever kept him satisfied...but now I have to go back to being the beta female??" She coughed and grabbed more toilet paper. She blew her nose and wiped her mouth, tossing the paper into the bowl. She reached up and flushed, then sat back. "You're so lucky you don't have to deal with any of this political shit..." She sniffed and rubbed her nose. "She can have him...fuck both of them..."

Sarloch · Mar 22, 2013

Rodney nodded and stood there for a moment, stunned by the sudden passion of the kiss. He chuckled to himself dumbly before turning around and making his way into the den. He put his hand on Snow's shoulder and gently tried to push him aside. "Mind lettin' me through bub?" He asked, not wanting to just shove the larger man out of the way. As useful as Rodney tried to be, his respectfulness tended to put him a bit lower on the dominance chain, and he had a few scars to prove it.

Craig frowned and shook his head. This didn't make any sense, both Sylvester and the others turning, and his claws burning like silver. He turned and gave Snow a thankful nod and sighed as he turned back to Ulfa. "How long till you'll be able to hunt, my Beta? I want to track them down and kill them before they have a chance to ruin the cubs." He said, standing strait, looking around at the pack that was standing about.

MadHex · Mar 22, 2013

Snow's eyes snapped at the touch of someones hand on him and his icy glare proved he disapproved of the physical contact. But once he saw it was Rob his sharp gaze softened, allowing him to pass through without a problem. Rob was one of the few he allowed to be around him longer then a few short moments or a mission given by Craig. Though Snow never said it aloud it was obvious he wasn't a fan of being touched and very few got away with it. Rob however was different and perhaps his odd appearance and mild temper made him more welcomed. None the less Snow still disliked any kind of contact with the pack mates, even if it was Rob. Only person he didn't pretest against was Craig and that was because rarely ever did he speak to Snow let alone place a hand on him. Up until today he hadn't remembered the last time he had tried making contact with him. Seeing that there was no longer any need of him Snow turned on his heel and spun around heading off down the street. It was nearly time for him to head to work and he was more then ready to get his hands oily and his mind clear of anything but work. The group could handle themselves from here on out and there was no need for him to let them know where he was heading. For the past 10 months he's been here he has worked the same schedule since he started living here.

Maria wasn't all too sure what Trina was going on about but she knew that now Ulfa was back Trina was no longer Alpha. Shaking her head she helped the poor girl stand and walked her over to the sink so she could wash up. Turning towards the door Maria said kindly over her shoulder, "I'm gonna go get you that Sprite now ok?" Her face bright with a cheery smile on her face. She did what she could to cheer the girl up but she highly doubted her efforts worked any. Heading up stairs she sighed, "I'm glad I never got into that mess." Craig had offered her the same thing he did to Trina and because of her personal dislike for him she rejected him quite harshly. She was surprised he didn't try to throat her to death but then again she locked herself in her room and made sure he was full aware Lulu was with her. That seemed to have stop to assault that day but since then they have never spoken directly. If the two happened to pass one another in the halls neither one would look at the other, pretending neither of them existed. It was tense but Maria was fine with it. He never tried to pursue her again and because of Lulu she rarely noticed him around. Her obligations were too much for her to ignore and the world around her fell away while she was with Lulu. Even though she was her sister she could help but feel a motherly side to herself, protective of her. But she always wondered why her? There were plenty of other females and at the top of them all Ulfa. What was it he had saw in her back then that he had deemed worthy? Shaking the thoughts she chuckled to herself turning the corner and heading down the next hall. Going to the kitchen she opened the fridge and pulled out a can of Sprite for Trina, hoping it would both work for her stomach and breath. She wouldn't tell her that the smell of vile vomit was seeping from her lips but she hoped the soda would help mask that smell. Trina didn't have the greatest reputation but every deserved some ounce of kindness every now and again. Hurrying back she whipped through the halls to get back to Trina hoping she was feeling a bit better.

TorTracyn · Mar 22, 2013

The tears that had sprung to Ulfa's eyes now ran down her cheeks. "Y-you still want me around?" She asked softly, trying to blink the tears out of her eyes. "It...it's just Sylvester left...and the cubs..." A new ache twisted in her guts. She had left her children. Her four pups. She left them, crying in the den, as she slowly slipped into unconsciousness. And when she woke up, there was nothing but three bodies around her. The den was empty. There was nothing left. They weren't even fully weaned yet....She slowly brought her arms up and across her breasts. Everything hurt so badly but the pain of losing her children, even if they were Sylvester's....It was her second litter....and she had nothing to show for either of them. The sobs that suddenly wracked her body were enough to cause her to roll onto her side and curl up, just absolutely sobbing uncontrollably.

The one who had been trying to clean out her wounds and get them bandaged so she didn't lose any more blood while she healed, suddenly couldn't get to his work. Plus, seeing the girl who looked to be only 16 crying so heavily broke his heart. He looked up at Craig, then moved around the table to try and clean up her back...which didn't look any better honestly...

Trina thanked Maria again for her help getting up and started washing her face in the sink. When she was satisfied her face was clean, she started trying to rinse out her mouth the best she could. She'd get toothpaste from the bathroom closer to her bedroom and really clean all the nastiness out later. But right now, there was Sprite. She stood up and smiled a little. "Thanks...again...for the like...millionth time..."

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