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Rebel Without a Cause (tag: Jason/invite)
Topic Started: Dec 20 2008, 06:58 AM (334 Views)
Brianna Knight	Dec 20 2008, 06:58 AM Post #1
.damaged Posts: 27 Group: Wolves Member #220 Joined: Dec 14, 2008 Played By: Lil	It was almost sunrise and she was still out here. As loathe as she was to admit it, the woman found it hard not to be curious about the place in the woods where she knew that the werewolves gathered. It was a part of that new development in her, she knew that much, but it still irritated her to all hell. Though, she could also explain the ‘spying’ as research. She had to find a way to control herself, and the new beast inside her that she found herself having to get used to. Speaking of which, she hadn’t been pleased to find herself waking up naked in the small den she’d found hidden behind some bushes the other week. It rested on a small rise and through a scope she could get a view of the area below. While the woods were reasonably dense, the fact that there were a few clearings around made it easier to watch things. She’d memorised a few faces of regular visitors as well as scents, just from the time she spent researching them. Last night hadn’t been much different – well at least until she blanked out at some point only to wake up hours later without her clothes. In the back of her mind she was sure she could remember things, the taste and scent of deer was still fresh in her mind, as well as the thrill she usually felt with a good hunt. Quickly getting dressed, Bree cursed herself and the fact that she couldn’t even control herself enough to properly remember having shifted, or even not having picked up on the fact that she would. Though she was glad she'd brought a backpack with spare clothes, just in case. She was going to have to be more careful in the future, it was any wonder she’d woken up alone and not surrounded by pissed off pack wolves. She was also going to have to explain to Robert why she was out until almost sunrise. With a sigh, the woman snapped her bra in place and began to pull her dark jeans on as she stepped out of the bushes, distracted with the buckle on her belt while her singlet, jumper and holster were resting flung over her shoulder. She was impressed by how much the chill air didn’t touch her skin as much anymore with the increase in her temperature. Her feet were jammed into a pair of runners as she sighed. At least there was never anyone around this time of the morning (yes, she’d spent a couple of full nights out here before), it meant she could jog to where her car was parked quite a distance away without a problem. Though she wasn’t too thrilled about the idea of getting the twenty questions from Robert, who was even more paranoid about her lately considering he thought she was pregnant. Just the lie itself was enough to tense her up a bit as she stood straight and grabbed her singlet from its resting place to slip on.
	Bree :: 27 :: Newbie wolf :: Bounty Hunter :: Infection kept secret :: UNTAGGED ::


Jason Young	Dec 20 2008, 07:56 AM Post #2
Ulfric // Emi's Beau Posts: 1,352 Group: Wolves Member #13 Joined: Apr 13, 2008 Played By: Jess	The scent was new and definitely feminine. Each snuff renewed the smell in the male wolf's mind as he buried his snout against the dirt and leaves; rooting through the forest floor to inhale more. For the past hour, Jason had been quite busy. Then again for the past several days the presence of someone new around the Lupanar had been nagging at the back of his mind. There were enough problems going on what with the new government official and the presence of a vampire that could call wolves. To say the least, Jason was feeling paranoid and more protective than normal. While he may not officially be the Ulfric under the ruling fist of Mister Topehal, Jason had not forgotten his duty and responsibility to the Pack. Eventually he had reached his breaking point in regards to the hint of another stranger about the Lukoi grounds. He had been unable to sleep; laying in his bed and staring up at the ceiling of his apartment until he finally broke down and got dressed. Despite the fact it was nearly dawn and he would probably need to report in to PPIT Central sometime that day, Jason's curiousity and protective nature had lured him out to the Lupanar. Once there he had stripped down to leave his clothes stashed near the stump where he normally sat during Pack meets. The shift a small matter to him, the transition becoming fluid for him over the years and once he had hit all fours he was off. Originally he had made a circuit around the Lupanar but found the scent was not nearly as fresh that close to the center. Much of his time had been spent just broadening his range, keeping his nose to the ground at all times until he started to catch more and more of the day old scent. So far he had determined that the stranger was female and while there was a budding hint of wolf, it was not one that belonged to the Pack. It was possible that this was a new infection, but he was skeptical considering how well they had hidden themselves while still being near the Pack grounds. The dark brown and tawny colored wolf continued forward, his nose never rising until he stopped short. His bushy tailed curled upward slightly before it dropped again. The old scent had become fresher. Whoever it was had passed through just recently; within the past few hours in fact. Determined to reveal the mystery, Jason lifted his head and started to move through the dense forest. This time his path altered to take the male wolf, who was larger than average and yet not so big to match a pony, uphill to a rise-like section of forest. Amber eyes sweeping out to note that it seemed to overlook the Lupanar; that fact alone put his guard up. As silent as death, not a sound was made by his thickly padded paws. Jason's body was tense, his fur mildly bristled around his neck as each step was taken with caution. He knew that Cara would probably not approve of him going alone after a strange lycan in their woods, but he had gotten this close already; he could not go back without knowing. When he rounded the thick bushes that resided at the peak, the wolf stopped to see a woman there who was in the middle of getting dressed. The large wolven head tilted to one side. There were no other scents in the area save for hers. Had she just shifted? It seemed so considering the air carried canine on it that belonged to no one he knew. He watched her a moment as she had not even noticed him yet. However the sight of the holster snapped the protective beast to attention. Too much had gone on lately and the idea of this stranger snooping about the Lupanar with weapons was not a comforting thought. A short, low rumble of a growl vibrated in his throat as he stared up at her with amber eyes, his wolfish features remained calm otherwise.
	Jason :: 30 :: Ex-Military :: Licensed Executioner (PPIT) :: Emily's × TAGGED × (Removeable - Thanks Sunshine)


Brianna Knight	Dec 21 2008, 10:14 AM Post #3
.damaged Posts: 27 Group: Wolves Member #220 Joined: Dec 14, 2008 Played By: Lil	The whole night – it would be any wonder if Robert hadn’t sent people out and about the city searching for her. But then again, even as overprotective as he’d become, if he thought she was on a job then he’d be smart enough not to. She could only hope that was the case. It probably wouldn’t stop the tirade of questions about why she never called or anything. It was all becoming far too difficult, she knew that soon enough he was going to notice that things weren’t developing quite the way he expected. With her home situation on her mind, increasing her tension slightly while she got dress, the woman had actually dropped her guard – her first mistake, and something she never did. But then, it was difficult not to become distracted when she felt like she was falling into a vortex. Firs the first time in her life, Bree had absolutely no fucking idea what she was going to do, and that scared her. The woman had just slipped her singlet on and was shaking her hair out a little when she heard the sudden noise behind her. In an inhuman blur and without even a single thought, hands shot up to pull the gun from its holster that rested within easy reach and she whipped around to aim it with the precision of an obvious expert, her finger set to pull on the trigger without a moment’s hesitation. The only thing that stopped the very tense woman from actually firing at the beast was the very little self control she had left – enough to recognise the wolf as one of those who regulated the area. Still, she simply glared at the creature as she stood perfectly still, her aim completely unwavering as she fell into the role of the hunter. Her body relaxed, yet remained alert and any other thoughts that may have occupied her mind before had disappeared, pushed to the background. All that existed right now was her and the wolf that had managed to sneak up on her. A part of her could actually feel the strength in the challenger, and she didn’t like it. She’d already gathered previously that this was someone who had pull in the pack – very likely the leader. Great, that was just what she needed. “One move toward me and I can guarantee you won’t be healing from this,” Her English accent growled low, as she slowly settled into a comfortable position. “I haven’t done anything, so unless you have something to say – which would be rather difficult in that form – then I will be leaving right now.”
	Bree :: 27 :: Newbie wolf :: Bounty Hunter :: Infection kept secret :: UNTAGGED ::


Jason Young	Dec 21 2008, 11:59 AM Post #4
Ulfric // Emi's Beau Posts: 1,352 Group: Wolves Member #13 Joined: Apr 13, 2008 Played By: Jess	The wolf's attempt to capture the attention of the woman in front of him certainly had results. Not exactly what he had intended but she was now very aware that she was no longer alone; while the gun that was now pointed directly at his head was less than comforting. The speed in which she had drawn the weapon and now how she held it was impressive to the werewolf. Obviously she was no stranger to handling firearms or herself and Jason took that into account. Just as she glared down at him, the wolf's eyes looked right back. It was a precarious situation and one that could turn out very badly, very quickly. He drew in her scent once more, the strongest sense Jason now had attempting to decipher all that he possibly could about the woman in front of him. Obviously she had no Pack, though whether or not she was here to join Ombre de Lune was not yet clear. Right now it was pretty obvious she was not. “One move toward me and I can guarantee you won’t be healing from this,” Jason knew he was not going to tempt fate to find out whether or not she had silver bullets, “I haven’t done anything, so unless you have something to say – which would be rather difficult in that form – then I will be leaving right now.” Then that would have to be remedied. Jason was not willing to let her disappear so easily, not without an explaination; regardless of whether or not she thought she had not done anything. As far as he was concerned, she had done enough by sneaking about. For many, what he was about to do would have been foolish, but luckily for the wolf he had come to master the transition between his forms with ease. The mixture of dark brown and tawny fur began to recede rapidly to reveal pink human skin, rear legs taking the weight of the wolf as they thickened and elongated until he pushed upward with his now human hands to rise up to his full height. It took only a matter of seconds for the transition to end and with minimal pain and his hazel eyes now settled on the woman, "Actually I do. What's your name and why have you been sneaking around our territory?" Even as he spoke, there was something about her face that looked familiar. Had he seen her somewhere before? Or did she look like someone he knew or met before? Those questions were temporarily put aside as he watched her closely, eyes never wavering from hers despite the menacing end of the gun pointed at him.
	Jason :: 30 :: Ex-Military :: Licensed Executioner (PPIT) :: Emily's × TAGGED × (Removeable - Thanks Sunshine)


Brianna Knight	Dec 21 2008, 08:31 PM Post #5
.damaged Posts: 27 Group: Wolves Member #220 Joined: Dec 14, 2008 Played By: Lil	Bree was ready to just go right then, she didn’t want to stick around to play staring games with the large wolf, and every moment wasted was another moment that she knew she was going to have to explain. She also didn’t like the fact that he’d snuck up on her so easily. She’d allowed herself to become distracted and completely miss the scent that now stirred the air slightly around her. It was almost a challenge in itself to not pull the trigger and just leave. Especially when he began to move. Her finger squeezed just a fraction before she realised that he was shifting – and so easily as well. Only the fact that he wasn’t making a move toward kept her from actually firing at him, and she patiently waited (grating her teeth slightly) as she watched the fluid shift from wolf form to human, leaving a dark haired man standing naked in front of her. Though, the woman didn’t even register whether he was wearing clothes or not, as far as she was concerned he was still a threat. "Actually I do. What's your name and why have you been sneaking around our territory?" Bree’s frown increased, but she didn’t waver in the slightest. She’d hoped to be able to get out quickly and not have to bother with formalities of any kind, but it was her own fault for having returned here a number of times already. She supposed someone would have picked up on her at some point – it just pissed her off was all. “Just curious I suppose,” It was about the best he was going to get from her right now, there was no reason for Bree to go telling her his name. It was the other problem with having been caught, it wasn’t as though her fiancé was quiet about their relationship. The Captain of PPIT just loved showing off his ‘perfect beautiful woman’, and the last thing she needed leaked was the condition she’d developed a couple of months ago. This was tiresome though; she wanted to go home, not stand here with a wolf who wanted her to explain herself. She could go wherever she wanted as far as she was concerned – that hadn’t changed with her new status. “Who are you supposed to be anyway? Welcoming committee? Because I’m not particularly interested in joining in case you didn’t guess that already.”
	Bree :: 27 :: Newbie wolf :: Bounty Hunter :: Infection kept secret :: UNTAGGED ::


Jason Young	Dec 21 2008, 09:17 PM Post #6
Ulfric // Emi's Beau Posts: 1,352 Group: Wolves Member #13 Joined: Apr 13, 2008 Played By: Jess	Apparently the woman did not seem pleased that he had taken her up on whether or not he had something to say to her. Maybe she was in a hurry to get away? It seemed like it and while Jason would have normally been sympathetic, this was a matter of Pack business and even moreso given the troublesome times. For all he knew she could have been part of Mister Topehal's plans to control the Pack. Unlikely given what she was... but a possibility nonetheless. “Just curious I suppose." An eyebrow twitched upward a fraction at the simple reply. It was a weak explanation and he really did not hope that she expected that reasoning to fly with him, "Curiousity doesn't normally consist of firearms. Sounds more like scouting to me." The eyebrow slid a bit higher and he tilted his head a fraction in a look that practically said 'Wanna try again?' When she asked if he was the welcoming committee, the hint of a smile appeared on his face though it disappeared as easily as it came as she continued. He had gathered as much by her reaction to him that she had no interest in the Pack, "Jason Young." Perhaps he should have been more wary about giving his name out so easily, but at the same time his lycanthropy was not a guarded secret either. It put his job at risk more and more, especially with the staff changes at PPIT. Wait... His eyes narrowed a fraction, a questioning look on his face as he studied her features. Did he know her from work? The more he considered it, the more he was certain that he had seen her picture at work, "Wait... I think I know you... do you know a Captain Delacroix?"
	Jason :: 30 :: Ex-Military :: Licensed Executioner (PPIT) :: Emily's × TAGGED × (Removeable - Thanks Sunshine)


Brianna Knight	Dec 21 2008, 10:37 PM Post #7
.damaged Posts: 27 Group: Wolves Member #220 Joined: Dec 14, 2008 Played By: Lil	"Curiousity doesn't normally consist of firearms. Sounds more like scouting to me." A smirk was given to the remark, though she didn’t gratify it with a response. The gun barrel aimed squarely between his eyes would be enough to let him know that she wasn’t going to tell him anything more than she felt comfortable admitting. He would just have to deal with that however he wanted to. Lately the woman wasn’t particularly in the best mood to deal with questions from anyone, and she was just glad that he didn’t know her. Bree ignored the look that suggested she give him more to go on, as if she was going to tell some strange wolf who she was or what she was doing there. Really, she had told the truth, she was there because of curiosity. If she didn’t want to tell him who she was, then she wouldn’t. Though his name pulled a small frown from the woman. Hadn’t she heard that somewhere before? Recently? For the moment she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but she would keep on thinking about it while he studied her in return. It was going to end up being a competition of who was the most stubborn soon if one of them didn’t either speak again or move. Though suddenly he seemed to be studying her even more with narrowed eyes as something like recognition registered in them, "Wait... I think I know you... do you know a Captain Delacroix?" Bree stilled and her heart almost stopped for a moment at the mention of her fiancé’s name. Wait... that could only mean that he knew Robert. Her own eyes narrowed as she blatantly ignored the question and thought more on the name she’d been given to identify the man and something clicked in the back of her mind. It was a bit of a long shot, but was also quite possible as well. “Wait... Jason ‘Reaper’ Young?” If she was correct, she may have just stumbled on the beginning of a very nice pay day.
	Bree :: 27 :: Newbie wolf :: Bounty Hunter :: Infection kept secret :: UNTAGGED ::


Jason Young	Dec 21 2008, 11:50 PM Post #8
Ulfric // Emi's Beau Posts: 1,352 Group: Wolves Member #13 Joined: Apr 13, 2008 Played By: Jess	The more Jason considered it, the more he was certain that he had seen pictures of the woman that was standing before him in them. He could remember the sudden accumulation of pictures in the Captain's office as the previous occupant had been rather sparse with decorations. So the change had been noticeable when Robert Delacroix had arrived not long ago. So if it was infact true then this woman was possibly his wife or fiancee? On top of the fact that she seemed to be new? Perhaps not the best circumstances. Regardless his question seemed to go unanswered and Jason was met with suspicion from the woman. The dark abyss of the gun barrel seemed to become even more menacing despite the fact that Jason refused to look at it. The next words that came out of her mouth were a shock to the werewolf though and that look was reflected on his face. This woman knew of his alias while he was still in the military? It seemed impossible to him and the knowledge that she was somehow connected to Captain Delacroix did not add up either. As far as he knew the name 'Reaper' was buried in his military records and perhaps even then it was rather classified information. Obviously not classified enough. "Who are you?" The relatively light tone of his voice had disappeared, instead it was serious and held a distinct edge to it. Within, the beast's hackles were now raised in caution, the aura buzzing ever so slightly. The gun was most definitely a problem if this encounter suddenly turned sour, "You must have me confused with someone else."
	Jason :: 30 :: Ex-Military :: Licensed Executioner (PPIT) :: Emily's × TAGGED × (Removeable - Thanks Sunshine)


Brianna Knight	Dec 23 2008, 09:05 PM Post #9
.damaged Posts: 27 Group: Wolves Member #220 Joined: Dec 14, 2008 Played By: Lil	Bree could see the scrutiny in his eyes as he watched her, and she had a dreadful feeling that he might come out with her name soon enough if she didn’t get out of there. He obviously knew Robert, and usually anyone who had met her fiancé soon enough found out about his ‘perfect woman’. It was a title that made her feel sick to the stomach whenever she considered it now. Not that he said it often, but even once was enough to know that anything that changed his view of her would make her imperfect. Any thoughts about her own situation were pushed aside though at the first hint of surprise that entered Mr Young’s features when she’d mentioned the nickname that he’d been known by in ‘other’ circles. Bree did her homework when something interesting turned up, and rumour was that Miss Goldilocks, who had been a big name a few years back, was back from retirement, which had made another underground name anxious enough to put a price on her head already. Other information she’d managed to pull difficultly from someone, was to do with a couple of rumoured associates of hers. ‘Reaper’ was apparently one of them. ”Who are you?” A dark smirk curled her lips as Jason suddenly lost the lighter tone, caught off guard by the unexpected knowledge no doubt, ”You must have me confused with someone else.” He was a terrible liar. “I was going to be nice and ask questions first, but if you want to do this the painful way...” In a flash and without batting an eyelash, the Walther was aimed at Jason’s hip and trigger squeezed quickly three times, the woman actually glad for the advantage of their close proximity. This close, not even lycans could quite outrun a bullet. The sound of the shots seemed to split the quiet morning air. She could have aimed for a more fatal wound, but there was no point in throwing away potentially the closest lead anyone had found to a difficult target. “Goldilocks... where is she?” Edited by Brianna Knight, Dec 23 2008, 09:10 PM.
	Bree :: 27 :: Newbie wolf :: Bounty Hunter :: Infection kept secret :: UNTAGGED ::


Jason Young	Dec 24 2008, 02:12 PM Post #10
Ulfric // Emi's Beau Posts: 1,352 Group: Wolves Member #13 Joined: Apr 13, 2008 Played By: Jess	The minutes were ticking away and yet when staring down the end of an abyssmal gun barrel, time seemed to move like molasses. Jason mind was rolling through ways of attempting to disarm the woman who held her finger on the trigger. Each way he considered always ended up with the possibility of her firing and splattering his brains out on the tree behind him. Lycanthrope or no, he did not think missing brain matter would know how to grow back missing brain matter. The wolf was not about to tempt fate either to see if it were true. “I was going to be nice and ask questions first, but if you want to do this the painful way...” Time went from an agonizing crawl to a deadening stand still. The gun barrel swept out of his vision, though before he could so much as bat an eyelash three bursts cracked the air. Perhaps less than half of a second passed, the time it took for the sharp and throbbing pain to connect with Jason's brain Blood poured from the large wound, the flesh at his hip shredded and mutilated from the three shots at point blank range. The throbbing was increased by the fact that at least one of the bullets had ricocheted off of bone. Torn and frayed nerve endings pulsing with an unbelieveable pain that dropped Jason onto his good knee, hands instantly going for his hip while red, sticky rivers ran between his fingers, “Goldilocks... where is she?” 'Emi...' A sickening realization hit him, though muddled with the pain coursed through him. Already Emilia's life was in danger, the possibiity of what he feared the most coming to fruition. His head lifted to look to the woman, the dark pupils that were normally hazel melted under the burning gold of his beast, "Go to hell." The damnation was growled out, though already it sounded more animal than human as brown and tawny fur rapidly spreading over his body in waves. The sounds of shredded clothing followed and within seconds the wolf once again replaced the man. A snarl was torn from his throat before he twisted to dive away from the woman once more. The pads of his paws twisting in the blood that pooled the dirt and debris of the forest before he pushed off and leaped into the thick brush. Jason was not about to retreat, but he needed a moment to regroup before he attempted to subdue the woman. The pain in his hip was minimal, more of an echo now that he had shifted and the awful wound had healed, saved for a bit of blood that stained his fur due to the rapid shift. He doubted the woman would move too far though, as apparently she wanted Emilia... no, Goldilocks. This was exactly what had worried him the night he learned what she had been planning and the preparations to update her Will. At least he had valuable knowledge in that she was connected to Robert Delacroix. But for now he receded further into the dense woods, his fast movements slowed until he came to a stop to drop low to the ground. His eyes searched the direction he knew the woman was at and his ears pricked forward as he waited. Jason needed to catch her off guard.
	Jason :: 30 :: Ex-Military :: Licensed Executioner (PPIT) :: Emily's × TAGGED × (Removeable - Thanks Sunshine)


Jocelyn	Dec 24 2008, 02:49 PM Post #11
Sub Wolf / Poor Joss Posts: 455 Group: Wolves Member #124 Joined: Jun 19, 2008 Played By: Shelly	With no work the previous night, and a shift later this day Joss was up early to continue her work for the safe house. Having found some peices of furniture in the basement of the old house that were still usable, just needed some fixing up, she had set about buying some paint to make them a bit prettier after hse had already sanded them down and fixed the wobbly bits. As it was now she was setting them out in the lawn so she could spray paint them without the fumes getting to her or bothering Matt. She had awoken early and prepared some breakfast. Leaving a plate for Matt in the oven to keep warm she had set about to work. It was as she was just shaking the can of white base paint when she heard the unmistakable sound of shots ringing out in the trees. Immediatly her head snapped about as they were coming in the direction of the lupanar. Not terribly far away. Had someone from the government found them? Was the war on lycanthropes already begginning? Was it a lone hunter shooting at her Pack? Her Family? All reasonable thought left Joss as the can of spray paint fell from her hands and she was off towards the sound of the gunshots. Small and fast she moved quickly through the woods. Something she and her wolf shared was their speed and agility. Joss's nose lifted to the air trying to scent intruders, or whom of her pack had been around recently. And then she caught Jason's scent. It was recent too. MOre recent then any others. She followed it for a ways until his scent mingled with the coppery scent of fresh blood. It was Jason's blood. With renewed vigor Joss pressed on. Her Ulfric was hurt. Shot. She had to find him, help him. Her mouth opened to call out to him when she thought better of it. Had Jason been shot in human or wolf form? If human calling out to him would only make her a target. With her mouth clamping closed she went back to follow the scent trail. Unfortunatly she had tuned her nose to following the scent of Jason's blood. She wasn't tuning in to any of the other smells that were around it. Trained hunter she was not. Nor tracker. The smell got closer and closer till finally she knew she was nearly ontop of it. Her eyes scanning around frantically looking for Jason. She saw a few drops of blood on the ground. Starting to shake with fear that she would find her Ulfric hurt, or worse dead. She should have gotten Matt before she sprung off on a whim. Why had she anyway? She was the last person that could help in a battle. She stupidly followed the blood tracks towards where they grew more dense, then towards where they grew thinner. She stopped herself short as a small whine of worry leaked it's way from her throat. Reminding herself not to make any noise. If perhaps she followed the thinning trail she may have found Jason. Instead she followed the trail towards the initial impact spot. Edited by Jocelyn, Dec 24 2008, 05:02 PM.
	Pack : Submissive : Bar Wench : Closet Performer *Tagged*


Brianna Knight	Dec 27 2008, 07:36 PM Post #12
.damaged Posts: 27 Group: Wolves Member #220 Joined: Dec 14, 2008 Played By: Lil	Bree saw the realisation hit the moment he registered what she’d said and thus one rumour was at least proven true. He knew one of the most slippery criminals who’d graced this side of Europe half a decade ago. Whether he’d known her back then or not wasn’t the bounty hunter’s concern, only the fact that he could lead her to the prize now. Though she really wished she’d come prepared; she had a feeling a few bullets wouldn’t keep him down... especially as his eyes shone that wolfish amber and he growled the damnation before shifting fluidly back to his canine form and bounding off before she could get a shot off at the animal. The brunette didn’t chase him, he wouldn’t go far and it was always wiser to let someone come to you. She only spared a very brief thought to just how he might be related to someone who had that kind of bounty on them since he seemed relatively clean cut; though his reaction suggested he was quite close. Interesting. Was it interesting enough to keep her around though? That was the big question since Bree had made quite a racket with the gun and it was only a matter of time now before someone else came along. Perhaps she should consider just going and coming back better prepared for next time – since she was very certain that they would wind up face to face again. The female decided the best option might be to sneak away discretely and make a dash for it. It was quite a distance to her car, but she could do it easily after that solid sleep she’d only just woken from. Silently, she grabbed her bag from the den and began to creep away, keeping her eyes, ears and nose sharp... the latter she was very thankful for when she caught another scent on the breeze and stilled to listen. There was someone else approaching. The skilled hunter dissolved into the forest, stilling herself completely behind the cover of the dense scrub near the blood left behind by the male she’d shot. She had to concentrate on the scent to know how close they were; though she soon heard the other person approaching and after listening she could even see them from her hiding spot. The inner beast rumbled inside her mind, knowing a submissive kind when it saw one. Every movement and action gave the blonde away, and the way she followed the trail of blood to its origin rather than its fresher trail meant she was either also a rather new shifter, or just very unskilled at tracking. A sitting duck... Bree readied herself completely, sizing up the prey the same way she had for years (something which made her wary of just how much of a predator she already was before the infection), and just as the blonde passed her she moved. In a blur, the dark-haired woman rushed from the scrub, pressing the gun into the blonde’s spine before thrusting an arm out with the intent of wrapping it roughly around her neck in a tight headlock. “I wouldn’t attempt running or struggling, dear. I somehow doubt you can withstand bullets quite as well as Mister Young.” If the woman was agreeable, which she hoped, then she’d shove the barrel of the gun under her chin and drag her back with her until Bree’s back was covered by a large tree. If she tried to get away then she wouldn’t get far. Bree doubted she would need to test her theory about the girl, but would remain vigil anyway... and then wait. Jason would no doubt be aware of something having gone on.
	Bree :: 27 :: Newbie wolf :: Bounty Hunter :: Infection kept secret :: UNTAGGED ::


Jocelyn	Dec 28 2008, 02:03 PM Post #13
Sub Wolf / Poor Joss Posts: 455 Group: Wolves Member #124 Joined: Jun 19, 2008 Played By: Shelly	She could see the blood thickening. The closer she got towards the initial impact space the more blood there was. Joss completely unskilled and untrained as a tracker thought that by following the spatter from small to large she would find Jason. And the more blood she saw the more shaky she became. A small noise was coming from the back of her throat, almost a keening. She had told herself not to call out for Jason but here she was making noise just the same. She moved onto all fours as she realized she was close, the large puddle of blood seemed to be the begginning not the end. Joss turned suddenly to look at the way she came. Standing back on her feet. Frantic she turned looking at the way she came. Walking a few steps. Then turning back. Fear gripping her. Jason was around here somewhere. POssibly hurt and she didn't know what to do. Her nose lifted to the air to try and scent him out. It wasn't until it was too late that Joss smelt the her. Having unknowingly or not been downwind of Joss the blonde had completely missed the brunettes scent until the woman was upon her. The smell of metal also prominent about the woman as she felt the barrell of the metal gun press into her spine. Instictivly she moved to fall forward and away from the gun only to get caught up with an arm around her throat pulling her back against the gun in her back. Hands flew up to grasp the arm putting her in a choke hold but they quickly fell away as the woman spoke. “I wouldn’t attempt running or struggling, dear. I somehow doubt you can withstand bullets quite as well as Mister Young.” Joss's hands fell to her sides and her body became rather lax in the woman's grip. First with the threat of the gun so close to her spine then with the clear admittance that she had shot Jason. Tears quickly sprung to her eyes and down her cheek at the knowledge that her Ulfric was hurt and she couldn't do anything to help him. Then suddenly the gun was gone from her spine instead pressed under her chin. FOrcing her to tilt her head back slightly looking up to the morning sky. She whimpered as the woman pulled her backwards, her feet stumbling and tripping as she walked at another person's insistence. But the arm around her throat, the gun at her chin, kept her from collapsing completely. Self preservation, but not the will to fight back. "So stupid." Joss cursed herself. Only she would walk towards gunfire. Only she would walk right towards the shooter an not the victim.
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Brianna Knight	Dec 29 2008, 03:10 AM Post #14
.damaged Posts: 27 Group: Wolves Member #220 Joined: Dec 14, 2008 Played By: Lil	The small wolfess practically fell limp in Bree’s hold as she warned her – probably a good thing that she at least had enough instinct to know how to keep herself alive when she was outmatched. The hunter ignored the tears she could already smell, and feel dripping from the woman’s cheeks onto her arm as she backed them up so that her own back was covered. She didn’t want any nasty surprises from behind; this was partially for her own survival as well after all. Still, she was intrigued to find out just how close to Goldilocks this Jason character was. Would he be willing to give her up to help one of his pack mates? Or was there more for him to lose personally if he gave away any information on the target? The latter meant that even if she didn’t get what she wanted right now, she could always simply follow him until he led her right to what she wanted. The fate of the hostage was of little consequence to her personally. Eyes, ears and nose sharp for any noise that would indicate another approaching, Bree was silent as she considered her surroundings while the gun barrel pressed painfully under the other girl’s chin. Her finger was steady on the trigger, but could easily pull without a moment’s notice if she wanted. Bree snorted lightly at the blonde’s self chastising, “Look at it this way, you’ve learned a very good lesson today. Let’s hope you survive to put it to good use another day.” Making sure she had the blonde in a very secure hold now, using her to shield her front, as a large tree shielded her back, Bree cleared her throat, narrowing her eyes as she gazed around. He was still here somewhere, she could sense it. His scent was faint in the air, but it was there, and no doubt he had an idea of what had just happened. “So ‘Reaper’!” Bree’s voice spoke out, not in a yell, but loudly enough, “Tell me, is Goldie worth sacrificing this precious little one for? You know, I don’t think she’d heal from this if I accidentally – or not so accidentally - pulled the trigger.” The brunette chuckled without any amusement in it at all, “I don’t see why you’d want to protect an international criminal...” An eyebrow raised as a random thought struck her, “... unless you have an intimate relationship...?”
	Bree :: 27 :: Newbie wolf :: Bounty Hunter :: Infection kept secret :: UNTAGGED ::


Jason Young	Dec 29 2008, 09:53 AM Post #15
Ulfric // Emi's Beau Posts: 1,352 Group: Wolves Member #13 Joined: Apr 13, 2008 Played By: Jess	From where Jason had retreated into the thick forest undergrowth, he discovered that he had reached a blind spot. No longer could he see the woman or even hear her now. The scent of blood and wolf was in the air though it did not help matters that they were near the Lupanar or the fact that blood had dried and caked to his fur even after his shift. While he could have spent the time to groom it off, there were pressing matters with this intruder in the Pack's forest and that she was after Emilia. Placing one thick paw before the other, the male wolf began to quietly extract himself from the bushes. The plant tugging on his thick coat before he finally freed himself and began to move back in the direction of the woman. Every movement was deliberate, picking each step carefully and with as much stealth as possible. With ears pricked forward and his tail straight, Jason's form was hunkered low to the ground. Extremely alert, the slightest noise made him pause instantly in his tracks; the birds that shifted and fluttered in the treetops quickly became an annoyance as a result. At least until he caught the sounds of a scuffle somewhere up ahead. But it was not the sound that made him stop this time, it was the scent. Jocelyn... The young female's scent was in the air now and if Jason had human vocal cords then he would have cursed. Of course he should have known that she would hear the gunshots and come to investigate. The fact that his blood splattered the ground in small puddles no doubt drew her in further. Every inch of his body screamed to charge in; the beast desperate to defend its territory and its Pack. Only the human side managed to keep a tight rein as he reminded himself that no shots had been fired. Instead of moving in a straight line, he moved to the side. The rocky side of the den that the woman had been near stretched further down the hill and Jason took the opportunity to spring upward and onto the top. Keeping his body low, belly practically scraping the rock, he crept upward. “So ‘Reaper’! Tell me, is Goldie worth sacrificing this precious little one for? You know, I don’t think she’d heal from this if I accidentally – or not so accidentally - pulled the trigger.” Closer he moved until he could finally see the woman and that she had Jocelyn in her grasp. The glint of metal raising the hackles on his back but otherwise he remained still. “I don’t see why you’d want to protect an international criminal... unless you have an intimate relationship...?” The wolf's lips peeled back, even if she could not see him, it struck a cord nonetheless. This needed to end and yet Jocelyn's life was at stake. Whoever this woman was, she was also after Emilia as well and had placed Jason in quite a position. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his wolven features began to elongate, paws growing into fingers and toes while more muscle mass was added to his form. Jason's shift did not keep him in wolf form and yet did not transition him back to human either. In hybrid form, he moved up to the edge of the den roof and peered down at the woman with glaring amber eyes, "Let her go." It was a firm warning considering the rumbling sound of his chest, forming the words even in his man-wolf shape. At the same time his aura began to burn and radiate outward in anger.
	Jason :: 30 :: Ex-Military :: Licensed Executioner (PPIT) :: Emily's × TAGGED × (Removeable - Thanks Sunshine)


Jocelyn	Dec 29 2008, 10:29 AM Post #16
Sub Wolf / Poor Joss Posts: 455 Group: Wolves Member #124 Joined: Jun 19, 2008 Played By: Shelly	Reaper? Who the hell was Reaper? Or Goldie for that matter?Joss thought. It didn't matter cause she instantly thought that without a douby she would be a sacrifice in whatever little game was going on. She was nothing to anyone. And if she was being used as a bargaining tool she might just be ending up as fish food. Faceless fishfood if that trigger was pulled as the wolf lady was threatening. The barrel of the gun pushing painfully into her jaw to keep her mouth closed. But it didn't stop the whimpering from coming from her throat. It seemed like forever and eternity stretched out as even Joss was listening for a response here. If the woman was calling out to Jason and using her as the bait Jocelyn didn't know whether she should pray Jason came or pray he ran away to safety. She was a survivalist but also a realist. In the scheme of things she was no one and if this woman meant harm to Jason, which already seemed evident by the sheer fact that she had already shot him, then it was better that Jason got away. Better that she be taken so that Jason could live. The pack needed it's Ulfric, more then they needed their homemaker. There were plenty of the pack who could cook and clean. She wanted to call out to Jason to run... to run away and not worry about her and yet with the barrel pressed into her chin she couldn't really open her mouth to talk. Or some other force kept her from really putting herself in the grave by sacrificing herself so openly. Joss was now shaking and crying within the darkhaired woman's grasp. Tears and snot running down her face as she faced her death, yet again. And then she heard the voice. A voice she had heard only a handful of times. The deep guttural speech of one in hybrid form. More specifically of Jason in hybrid form. She couldn't turn her head to see him but she knew he was t here. And knew he was caught because of her stupidity. "Sorry." She mumbled through her clenched teeth as her whole body started shaking in her sobs.
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Brianna Knight	Dec 30 2008, 02:54 PM Post #17
.damaged Posts: 27 Group: Wolves Member #220 Joined: Dec 14, 2008 Played By: Lil	Bree had to restrain herself from bopping the blonde over the head as she began to whimper in her throat. Didn’t she know that whining never did anything? It didn’t get someone out of a situation; it certainly didn’t do anything to soften a professional when they had something right in their grasp. Instead a growl rose up in Bree’s throat that basically told the woman to shut the fuck up or things could only get worse. She was high strung as it was; something that was clear in how tight her grip was already. The male was around somewhere, and nearby – she was certain of it. And she could wait as long as she had to. Though she doubted he’d make her wait too long now that she had one of the weaker members of his pack in a painful hold while pushing the barrel of her gun into the blonde’s chin enough to clamp her jaw shut. She wasn’t disappointed either, as she heard the subtle scraping of movement nearby and her ear pricked slightly while her gaze roamed the immediate area. The last thing she wasn’t was to be caught off guard – but then again that was the last thing anyone could want, since the blonde would lose her head should anyone make any sudden moves. The crying from the other woman was beginning to irritate her, but her attention was taken by the appearance of the hybrid wolfman as he appeared over the top of the den to look down on them. Well, at least she had him in clear sight now, as a smirk rose on her lips. “So am I right? Does Goldilocks like to play fetch with the Big Bad Wolf?” Probably not, but then again if her target was a shifter as well it would explain some of the skill Bree had heard about. ”Let her go.” The growled words pulled a snort from the brunette, who’s gaze turned chilly as she watched the hybrid wolf carefully. “You of all people should know how this situation works. Perhaps you’ve been out of it for too long to remember that people who know what they’re doing, never bluff...” Quickly the gun shifted from beneath the blonde’s chin, and pressed against her right shoulderblade before the trigger was pulled. Blood splattered slightly across Bree’s face with the force of the point blank shot, and she ignored any reaction from the other wolfess at the obvious pain that firing through the shoulder would bring as the gun was returned to below her chin. Bree's aggitation was beginning to grow with the new fresh scent of blood so close, and her own voice took on a growl, “Now... let’s try this again shall we. Where is Goldilocks?”
	Bree :: 27 :: Newbie wolf :: Bounty Hunter :: Infection kept secret :: UNTAGGED ::


Jason Young	Dec 30 2008, 03:18 PM Post #18
Ulfric // Emi's Beau Posts: 1,352 Group: Wolves Member #13 Joined: Apr 13, 2008 Played By: Jess	The soft whimpers that emanated from Jocelyn's throat seemed louder than normal to the werewolf's ears. Maybe it was the sheer that every fiber of his being wanted to leap down there right then to get her away from the woman and her gun. The inner alpha male feeling that near insatiable need to defend its territory as well as protect the younger or weaker members of the Pack. His hands flexed at the thought, wicked claws glinting in the light of dawn. “You of all people should know how this situation works. Perhaps you’ve been out of it for too long to remember that people who know what they’re doing, never bluff...” Jason knew that it was true and yet he hoped, a tiny inkling of hope, that the woman was bluffing. But even in that split second he knew that she was not. Unfortunately it took her swift movements and the resulting gunshot blast for that realisation to sink in. The spray of blood and the scent of both it and heated lead filled the air. Yet Jocelyn did not fall and the woman still held her with the gun once again pointed at her chin. Rage filled him. Like molten lava it boiled in his blood and radiated in his metaphysical aura. His lips peeled back to reveal the razor sharp fangs that filled his mouth while every hair on his body bristled. The beast welling up within until it felt as if it would rip through his skin anyway, despite his hybrid shape. There was no response to her question, only the sensation of his aura as it was thrust outward to the raven-haired woman. It wrapped around her like a warm blanket at first; though that sensation would be short lived as it grew hotter and would feel as if it could strangle her. At his side, Jason's hand twitched as if jerking back on an invisible rope. A none too pleasant physical display as he grasped onto the woman's metaphysical wolf and ripped it clean out of her flesh. Without even thinking, he sprung from his perch to land down right wherever the woman might flop and flail.
	Jason :: 30 :: Ex-Military :: Licensed Executioner (PPIT) :: Emily's × TAGGED × (Removeable - Thanks Sunshine)


Jocelyn	Dec 30 2008, 03:35 PM Post #19
Sub Wolf / Poor Joss Posts: 455 Group: Wolves Member #124 Joined: Jun 19, 2008 Played By: Shelly	Joss felt as if she was coming into the heightened climax and denauvment of a movie and she had missed the first few hours of all the build up. She didn't know what this woman was talking about at all. Goldielocks and the big bad wolf. Wasn't Goldielocks with bears? Joss's brain was just not computing everything. Plus she was too scared to even try that hard. The scent of the metal so close to her face, the feel of the barrel of a gun jammed into your chin was a feeling she would never forget and one she prayed she would never have to feel again. Suddenly that pain was gone and her ears exploded with the sound of a gunshot so close to her ears. She felt something like liquid splash her face saw seemingly in slow motion a gush of red explode in front of her the sound of something sinking into the trunk of a nearby try. She saw and experienced all that before the pain hit her. She even felt the blood oozing down to soak her t'shirt and the pain of the barrel of the gun being pressed back to her chin before the pain hit. And then it did and her knees gave out. A keening, loud and sharp, ripped from Joss's throat unable once again to open her jaw she screamed with it closed. While it had seemed to take forever for the pain to hit it had only been a matter of seconds. She was held up in the dark haired woman's arms. The vicelike grip around her waist keep her seemingly on her feet while the gun pressed into her chin. Joss's eyes rolled back in her head as the scent of her own blood filled her senses, her ears still ringing from the shot. Her wolf had awakened in a panic in the pain. Pacing under the surface, she wanted to break free to fix themselves but Joss still wouldn't let go. The wolf faught all the harder they were bleeding. Alot. There seemed to be nothing else but the smell of their blood. Then suddenly there was the power. They could feel it brush against them. HOt at their back. A beast called, ripped forward Joss whined, the wolf in her whined. It was not them but the woman behind her. Joss would collapse into a heap the moment she was released from the metal grip of her attacker. Her right side limp, and numb. Edited by Jocelyn, Dec 30 2008, 03:37 PM.
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Brianna Knight	Dec 30 2008, 04:34 PM Post #20
.damaged Posts: 27 Group: Wolves Member #220 Joined: Dec 14, 2008 Played By: Lil	Everything had happened quickly, but it could have taken forever the way the time slowed for a moment. Bree wasn’t even quite certain of what was occurring after she shot the blonde – apart from the fact that the way the girl had gone limp it was a possibility that she’d fainted. Oh well, at least she wouldn’t have felt the pain for long, nor any more pain if the male wolf continued to be stubborn about the information she wanted. She was beginning to think that she was possibly very close to hitting the nail on the head about just how close he might be to her target. She decided to file it away. However, her own anxiety began to grow, especially when she picked up on the rage from the man beast that was now glowering at her. He could be as pissy as he wanted, but in the end she was the one with the gun and the hostage. Then she felt it... It began as a warm sensation, which then turned into the feeling of fireants all over her flesh and it took every ounce of Bree’s willpower not to pull the trigger again as she shifted uncomfortably, her jaw clenching at the searing pain. One glance at the male and she realised that it was him doing this to her. What the fuck was going on? She didn’t have much chance to ask as she suddenly felt like she was being torn from the inside out, the gun and blonde dropping from her grip as she shrieked painfully – a noise that soon became more canine - while falling to the ground. The harsh ripping sound filled her ears and her sight blacked out completely as a midnight black wolf was left lying on the ground in her place, panting harshly while it tried to make sense of what had just gone on. A thud on the ground beside the female wolf caused her eyes to flicker open, and immediately she recognised the scent of the male hybrid, her lip curling back in a snarl. Whether he was her alpha or not mattered little to the obviously panicked and aggressive female as she shot forward, snapping her jaw in order to sink them deeply into a fleshy part of his thigh. Hopefully, she would get an artery or major nerve and could make a quick getaway from the much larger and stronger male threat.
	Bree :: 27 :: Newbie wolf :: Bounty Hunter :: Infection kept secret :: UNTAGGED ::


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