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Board Roleplay / Re: escape (cont'd) [Laurell/Jay/Dove]
« Last post by A.J. on April 23, 2019, 11:24:38 PM »
Jay breathed deeply to keep her heart from jumping out of her chest... they'd already had one bad experience when they Alphas came crashing down on them for getting too upitty.  She wasn't sure what exactly was going on, or how this whole wolf instinct worked, but she understood very well that there were invisible signs that she and Dove flashed at the Alphas all the time. The balls of her feet twisted under her weight as she turned towards the car, then the woods, and she considered that the wolves could track them.. she was no hunter, she was never one to go off in the woods with the men... but the logic was sound even without experience. Her thoughts echoed in her sister's mind "Turning the engine of the car is likely to bring them runn..." Her thoughts trailed off as she distant echo of a sound came to her mind, it chilled her, down in her core, and she turned wide blue eyes to her sister... dismissing the alarm. "Make for the woods."  Her hand reached out for Dove's and pulled her along, ambling for the forest's edge.

Laurell:  There was a weight that settled on the young wolves' shoulders, like a mantle to cloak them, it was was comforting and heavy.   The flighty thrum of their heartbeats slowed, and images intruded in their mind, a large rock.  A stream.  A large tree and a copse of trees.  It did not help guide them, but somehow, their feet found old animal runs, and the ghost of a voice that had drawn their attention to the woods fell silent.
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Board Roleplay / Re: escape (cont'd) [Laurell/Jay/Dove]
« Last post by rumor on April 23, 2019, 04:26:02 AM »
Script beginning here.
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Scripts / A Daring Escape [Jay/Dove]
« Last post by rumor on April 23, 2019, 04:25:17 AM »
[Setting: Red River Lukoi pup house 4/22/2019]

PLAYERS
Dove Cox - Omega Wolf (rumor)
Jay Cox - Omega Wolf (AJ)

Synopsis: Jay and Dove attempt a daring escape out from under the noses of the Alphas of Red River

Jay : The advantages of being twins was that no one thought twice about the women wanting to share a room. She felt the inner rage at the situation, and it was disorienting to no longer reach for a little help to calm her nerves, or to get a grip on reality. She had figured out by now that letting her emotions get away with her was a problem. And that shifting out of turn was something that was very very frowned upon. Nothing about being in DC had been pleasant so far. Nothing about being under her cousin's roof was what it was expected to be. They were promised a home, and to start a new life... that was what their mother had told them. That it was 'the path' for them. No one had planned for them to be infected, did they? She rolled over in her single bed and peered over at her sister, straining to listen through the walls of this little cabin for the Alphas. > She tried not to be nervous, she didn't want to fµ¢k this up. She didn't want to alert anyone to them either.

Dove : It was probably a good thing that they had allowed her to room with her sister. Things would have been a lot less pleasant, likely for her, if they had not. She had come to the same understandings as her sister in a few matters. Getting too emotional was bad, as was shifting out of turn. She was also angry, an underlying current of anger, at the current situation that she found her and her sister in. Angry at her mother for sending her here. Angry at her cousin for what he had planned for them. Angry at the wolf who had infected them. She had quickly learned how to seperate her ability to talk to her sister away from everything else, isolating that means of communication from the Alphas who had no real idea that they could do that. It had always been a secret which turned out to be a good thing now. She rolled over onto her side, peering across the small expanse at her sister, giving a little nod and a faint smile. It was as reassuring as she could get at the moment. She knew what we were about to do was dangerous but the alternative....she would rather die.

Jay : There were times in their youth that they had great imagined adventures. It was all James Bond and Huckleberry Finn, death defying and grandiose. She remembered those days, and those courageous stories they told together, because she couldn't allow the fear of failure to cloud her mind right now. She wrapped her fingers around the keys in her pocket carefully, concerned about the possibility of bending the keys if she held them too tight. There was a significant learning curve right now... "I took the keys to the Camry. It's at the end of the lane." Slowly, she pushed the blanket back and slid off of the bed, kneeling first on the floor then crouching on her tip toes, facing the wall with the window that was framed by their small beds.

Dove : The days of grand adventures was over. Those days died when we had been sent to DC to live with Steven. A brutal, violent, bloody death. Still, there was hope to draw from in those stories, in those daring days and thats what she did now. When she heard the words in her head she would nod slowly, responding in the same silent way. "Once we get started, don't look back. Just run. No matter what." When you moved to slide off the bed she would do the same. She was dressed, except for bare feet, and she would settle into a low crouch as well, facing the window. She would rise slowly, ensuring that she made no sound as she tiptoed to the window, wincing a little as she began to slide it open. It was silent, thankfully, and due to some advance planning the window rose without a hitch. She would lift her finger to her sister, the shhh gesture over her lips as she gestured to the window. She wouldnt leave until her sister did.

Jay : She could feel her worry escalating to the low thrum of fear that should have had her heart pounding but by some grace of God, was not. She watched Dove move with a light touch and tried not to breathe on her, the last thing that they needed was something to groan or attract attention from the babysitting Alphas in the common areas. "Sure. no matter what." It wasn't a lie, because at the moment it was. Her brain was fried, and she was struggling to find creative reasons why she would stick around, or come back, you know, except for the obvious if Dove fell behind. She rose with her twin and reached for the little tabs on the screen and lifted slowly. She had practiced this over the last week, testing for ease, and after a protract moment, it released and she was able to guide the frame down to her bed and laid it on the mattress before slipping over the sill to slide down to the ground. It wasn't far, yet she didn't jump, she didn't want anyone hearing her feet land in the new grass. Carefully her toes touched down and she lowered herself to the soles of her feet and reached out to hold the window to assist her sister. "Maybe the car is a bad idea. Maybe we should just run really fast." Where to was an other story.

Dove : Dove had gone beyond worry at this point. She had gotten herself into a sort of surface blankness, something that she had been working on since this all happened. She would nod when Jay responded to her. When the window was open she would step back, letting Jay get the screen out of the window before she slipped out and lowered herself to the ground. She would wait until Jay was on the ground before she would do the same, slipping out of the window and lowering herself quietly to the grass. She would glance at her sister as she said that the car might be a bad idea, shrugging slightly. "Would they be able to follow us by scent if we ran?" She wasnt sure how that worked but she was pretty sure that they would be able to follow us if we didnt find a way to cut off our scent. Her head would cant slowly, as if she was listening to something or someone, before she glanced at you with a furrowing brow. "Did you hear that?" If she was asking it was a pretty good bet that it wasnt something she expected to hear.

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Board Roleplay / escape (cont'd) [Laurell/Jay/Dove]
« Last post by A.J. on April 22, 2019, 11:33:04 PM »
(continued from in the room)

Laurell: There was a weight to the air tonight, it was heavier and thicker than most nights, but to the gathered Alphas, it was nothing that hit their radar.  Granted, they were on edge since Henry's death. Since the rival pack's presence was getting larger, but they had reinforcements arriving soon.  And this was the pup camp, what the hell would happen here?  Nothing. That's what.  So the heaviness of the energy, the blanket of presence, it was nothing out of the ordinary. 

Except that they were set-up near the old reservoir.  In the forest where this dead wolf had learned to accept herself, and to grow into her wolf.  It wasn't much to scoff at, Laurell had never been a strong wolf, but she was no mere wolf now.  She was Munin.   The moment that the twins left the cabin, she felt a connection to them in a way that only someone who had lived a terrible life could connect with them.  There was a convergence of energy in trauma, which is what drew her this way.   She didn't know the story of these girls, but she recognized it.  This was not going to be Denver.

The wind was soft, and it didn't brush the girls' skin, but it pulled within them, like a breeze on their mind. "Trust..." the voice faded in and out, "..tream."  The problem was, that Laurell was still pretty new at this.
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Storyline Updates / Interlopers: The Story So Far
« Last post by Admin on April 21, 2019, 12:22:34 AM »
During what was meant to be a regular training exercise, Geoff and Bina go to the mall to sniff out a rogue wolf that Geoff had been sensing lately. They find said wolf, but strangely he claims no knowledge of being a rogue, saying instead that he's already oathed to Red River Lukoi. Supposedly this pack had been in D.C. for a while, and was led by a wolf called Steven (Who The Hell Is Steven?).

According to this "rogue" wolf, the Red River pack operates out of a barbecue joint known as the Dixie Pig. Geoff takes a small cadre of wolves to check it out (Making Ourselves Known). There they encounter several wolves, including Eddie, supposedly Steven's second in command. The wolves seem fairly well established and are baffled by Geoff's assertions that he is the rightful Ulfric. Steven is not there, and after a few tense moments the Primul Patrar wolves leave.

During a Hearts for Hope gala, meant to raise awareness for the plight of lycans, Geoff, Lou, Mystery, and others make a token appearance and to donate. While they are there, they encounter Steven and Eddie, who themselves claim to be simply there to enjoy the affair (Hearts for Hope Gala). After Steven is patronizing to Lou and Mystery, Lou slaps him but is forced to restrain herself because of the public location.

Lou and Geoff, fearful that this usurper pack might attack Tinker's Tavern during St. Patrick's Day, decide to conceal some weapons throughout the bar the night before (Gold Star). The day itself passes without incident, but later in the week Eddie, Steven, and several others from Red River make a surprise attack. The surprise is even more prominent - and alarming - due to the fact that several of Steven's wolves seem capable of hiding what they are with uncanny skill, far beyond what would be expected for their level. The attack is brief but bloody, cut short by the sudden explosive appearance of Line, coming to her servant's aid. The fight ends with the Primul Patrar wolves taking one of Steven's wolves hostage.

With her sister's help, Lou tortures and eventually kills the captive wolf (The Spoils), though they learn nothing which contradicts Steven's telling of events. Complicating matters, a new wolf named Claire Watson arrives in town, and is told through underground contacts that the Red River pack is the place for wolves to go in Washington, D.C.. She arrives at the Dixie Pig just as Steven and the others are nursing their wounds from the fight, but they welcome her in as best they can without cluing her in to the current situation. Meanwhile, Geoff finds out the situation from Lou, including the fact that she executed the hostage (The Tavern's Trashed...Again) - however, she keeps to herself the fact that she tortured him to get information.
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Board Roleplay / Re: The Spoils [Lou/Clarissa]
« Last post by dawiccankitten on April 07, 2019, 12:30:38 PM »
=she let out a hum, whether it was out of enjoyment or boredom.. it was hard to say. She listened to him, tilting her head slightly.= "I'd say fµ¢k me yourself, you coward... but you aren't man enough." =she was growing bored with this, and his false bravado. He had to know he wasn't going to survive out of here, but the question was, just how much pain he could tolerate. Let's find out. The barking of the gun echoed in the cellar as she took out the knee on his other leg.= "Speak, boy."
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Board Roleplay / Re: The Spoils [Lou/Clarissa]
« Last post by A.J. on April 07, 2019, 10:57:43 AM »
The sense in the dark cellar was getting darker, it was heavier, and Lou was loosing patience with the clamshell response she was getting from the man.  If it were up to her, she'd have shot him by now, but for some reason, the panwere had the weapon which was limiting her options.  Granted, she could have gone upstairs to find an other firearm, but leaving without answers wasn't in the cards.   She waited with her hands behind her back for the wolf to divulge anything at all, and when he stayed stone silent at Clarissa's admonition her patience thinned.

There was no room for emotion in this situation, which was why she waited longer yet.  Her gaze turned to his own, meeting his eyes with deadpan seriousness that shone back with her wolf that he himself could no longer reach or feel.  Lou had that all to herself, and the flash of her beast in her eyes reinforced that reality.   She stalked closer to him, stopping before him with her arms crossed over her chest, Clarissa's view yet unimpeded... she trusted her sister not to shoot her if it came to it.  "One more time," She gave him incentive, the weight of her body pressing into the top of his foot where he had been shot by Clarissa earlier in the night. "Now."

He had no intention of sharing a thing.  He would die for Steven and the Red River.  He sneered at the women, shutting up when they spouted at the mouth with their nonsense... but again, he had no idea that someone could rob him of his wolf, and seeing her eyes flash at him, he knew instinctively that it was his wolf being flaunted at him through her small fµ¢k¡ng face.   He strained on the restraints and snarled, all man, no growl, but rage was it notwithstanding.  His eye was drawn to the woman holding the gun, and the suddenly the pain exploded in his foot and up his leg.  It caught him low in his belly. "fµ¢k you." He managed to get out before the pressure increased and the pain rose higher in his body.  He heard her speak to him through the pounding of his pulse in his ears, "The pain will get worse.  The damage won't heal.  You're as human as human comes." Her words chilled him, and suddenly the pain exploded in his foot again but it spread everywhere.  The aches from the fight, the pain from being shot, the bindings around his wrists and feet.  "Fifteen.  We're fifteen." He said through gritted teeth as he searched for his beast, wide eyes turning from one to the other as the reality of what the Lupa was saying sank in. 

She narrowed his eyes and grabbed the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled his skull back, her face looming in his. "Where else does the Pack stay?"
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FYI Scripts / Re: The Tavern's trashed again.. [Geoff/Lou]
« Last post by dawiccankitten on April 07, 2019, 07:04:12 AM »
lmao yeah come check on her haha

boards is fine lmao
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FYI Scripts / The Tavern's trashed again.. [Geoff/Lou]
« Last post by A.J. on April 07, 2019, 01:33:52 AM »
Played Characters
Geoffre Cooper - Ulfirc [m i c h a e l ]
Louisianna Cooper - Lupa ][A,J,]

Synopsis: Lou informs Geoff about the developments post tavern brawl.

Lou: Blood... it was such a hearty smell. She stood in the cellar of the basement looking at the mess that was left and headed up to her office where she had left her cellphone. There was never any need for accidental eavesdropping of torture nor an execution. She texted Geoff, "I need you at the Tavern." and dropped her cell phone back into the drawer of her desk. The bar was trashed. Again. It could have been worse. Hell, it had been worse before. She hauled herself onto the counter of the bar and sat with her feet planted firmly on a stool, a bottle of whiskey in one hand, a glass in the other and waited for Geoff to arrive. Jared would be at the medical centre by now. Clarissa should be home any time now... and well... their guest was waiting in the cellar. She didn't even think to wash her hands, or the blood from her cheek... the furthest thing from her mind was image or propriety. sh¡t was getting real and she had her war paint on to match her combat boots.

Geoff: *where had Geoff been when all this went down? it doesn't really matter...it's fair to say that he had a sense that SOMETHING had gone down, yours wasn't the first text (or call, or whatever) he'd gotten....in point of fact, he was speeding back to the pack complex when he got your message (the car slewing dangerously out of his lane as he struggled to read it).....he quickly responds back: "PK O NMY WAY".....he makes another dangerous lane change, getting off the highway at the next exit (and ignoring the angry honking of the cars he cuts off) so he can turn around and head back into town....by the time he gets there, the strange traffic snarls seem to have cleared up, and he gets a parking spot right near the front door....he takes a step inside and stops, the air around him seeming to almost chill as he takes in the damage.....he crosses the floor to you, moving deliberately around the splintered tables and broken glass....he comes to a stop just close enough to touch if he were to reach out his arm, his gaze very obviously moving to the blood on your face, and then to your reddened hands* Steven's people? *it's phrased as a question, but he doesn't wait for an answer* Is anyone badly hurt?

LOU: Yes, well, there was a reason that you were only getting communciation hours later. She was busy. What was weirding her out the most, was the metaphysical hold that she had had on the wolf. Once his heart stopped beating... the metaphysics waned in a way that made her heart sink, and the implications of her capabilities sank in. That is what was on her mind when he entered, and made his way to her at the back of the bar. Her grey eyes looked up into his stoic face when he approached her. He would notice that her shields were down but she made no effort to greet him... Her head bobbed at the question and she lifted her drink to her lips, downing the burning liquid down in one hissing gulp. Whiskey did nothing to burn the smell of death from one's nose either. "Jared will be fine... One of theirs won't be. His head is in a wine crate in the cellar."

Geoff:  *he assumes that if something truly awful had happened, you would have called him rather than text him, but he had to ask the question aloud and get the response, and then he could relax (or at least as relaxed as an Ulfric could be when his pack had been attacked)....he'd been reaching for the nearest unbroken bottle of booze handy, meaning to take a swig for himself, when you mention that the head of one of Steven's wolves is on a crate in the cellar....he stops, and you once again have his full and undivided attention* In....the cellar? *there's a moment of silence that spans a few heartbeats, and you can feel his own pulse ticking upward a few notches* Did they attack from the cellar? *it's a ridiculous question on its face - barring some kind of heavy tunneling machinery, there's no way to get to the cellar from the outside....and yet, that's the question he goes to*

Lou:  It did not become him to be coy. or play stupid. And Lou had enough arguing, proding, and fighting for one night already, so she didn't even rise to the bait. Her chin dipped down so that she could make sure that she wasn't spilling the whiskey and once poured, she pushed the bottle into his hand that had stopped mid motion. "No. They did not attack from the cellar." She scoffed, shaking her head with a sigh, what a fµ¢k¡ng sh¡t show. She took an other large drink from her glass and opened her eyes, looking into your concerned face. "No, instead there were 4 of them, right in the tavern, right under my nose and I didn't know it until they reacted to striking Steven." To Lou, this was the most distressing part of the night... that Steven concealed them from her... and that he had some kind of shielding ability over them... it bothered her even though Primul Patrar had come out relatively unscathed in their exchanges.

Geoff: *he wasn't being stupid, or even coy....the only possible explanation for a head in the cellar would be that the wolf was taken there, and beheaded....Geoff has done his fair share of brutal things in the course of being an alpha, and again as an Ulfric....things that cost him dearly, a price he's still paying off to this very day, with interest....we've fought over this sort of thing before, and there's a brief moment where you think he may be about to go down that path once again....but instead he takes the bottle, uncaps it, takes a long swig....then scowls and tosses the bottle over his shoulder* Jagermeister! Why do we even stock that sh¡t? *he looks back to you, his brows knitting together slightly* Right under your nose....you mean, you had no idea they were wolves?

Lou: She watched with mild annoyance as he tossed her bottle over his shoulder and huffed at him, glad that they weren't talking about the dead wolf in the cellar. She had her own issues that she was trying to put to bed about that, and sharing them with her husband was not going to help her sooth any of the worries she had -- granted, that belief stemmed from avoiding yet an other subject that they didn't see eye to eye on. She pointed to the tables that they were sitting at. "Right there." She pointed to where one was with Jared, "He must have been as strong as Jean Luc after all." She said, and then pointed to the tables to his left, behind the little half wall where the pool table was. "And three of them there. One was on par with Jared, the other too could have given Naomi a run for her money." She admitted, seeking out his gaze, "And when I tried to get an upper hand metaphysically..." She wrinkled her nose, "It's like Steven shielded the Call from me.... even though I wasn't calling necessarily." She inhaled deeply before finishing her drink.

Geoff: *Geoff turns to look at each of the tables you point out, actually moving to stand near each one in turn...his own shields drop, and you'd see his nose twitch as he tries to pick up any residual scent from the interlopers....he seems to be following along with what you say, just kind of nodding along and kind of lost in his own thoughts, until you talk about Steven shedding the other wolves from you...at that his head whips around to meet your gaze with a sudden look of....OK let's call it like it is: alarm....or at least some mild species of it* So he's not just some pretender then..... *we've both faced down our fair share of alphas with superiority complexes who call themselves "Ulfric" but who lack the metaphysical balls to back it up* And he shielded them from....what were you trying to do?

Lou: As he moved around the bar, she reached behind her for an other bottle, he tossed her jag... so she needed something new. She found Crown Royal and twisted the lid off with the thumb and forefinger of the hand holding it. She nodded to where he was going, one to the other, "I wasn't doing much more than I've done in the past," She shrugged, thinking of how to articulate it, and instead, showed him. Her shields were already down and suddenly, the power that they normally guarded as hot, present, sticky and heavy, like the hot humid San Diego sun. He'd feel the way that her energy closed in on him from all sides, and after her demonstration she relented, tipping the drink to her lips. "Clarissa was here too."

Geoff: *he feels the sudden press of your energy, and sucks in a breath, letting it out slowly as he moves back to stand beside you....this time he's standing closer, and he reaches out to brush at some of the dried blood on your face....it's a gesture that some would consider surprising in its gentleness, especially considering his size....he seems less concerned about wiping it free than he is about determining whether it's from a wound or if it's someone else's blood....when he's satisfied, he pulls his hand back, locking eyes with you* That's....not anything I've ever heard of before... The only shielding I've ever seen is from a vampire's call. *he doesn't seem particularly concerned about that fact, he states it with a mild shrug*

Lou: Lou wasn't sure what she expected him to say... but after he brushed the blood from her cheek and dismissed her concern... she leaned into him and pressed her lips to his. It was no chaste kiss, but nor was it an introduction to some immediate need... although if she were pressed, she would admit that she needed him right here, right now, just as he was. Because he was her husband, and he was her Ulfric. She lessened the pressure in her kiss and leaned back, her bloodstained hand sliding down his shoulder to her knee and she glanced around, "Lina also saved our asses. I'd have had shifted Jared and Clarissa and a whole bunch of angry wolves all over me if I hadn't asked for her help." Did she kiss him to lessen the blow of the statement? No.. but if it had that effect so be it.

Geoff: *if he found the kiss to be unexpected, it doesn't impact the way he responds to it, leaning into you, pressing his body in a line of heat against yours....you've been more demonstrative of late and he's gotten accustomed to such things....though, if you really had a need, mentioning Lina was probably a bad idea....nothing breaks the mood better than mentioning any of the fang-faces....though Lina may be the least bad of the lot....still, it's enough to bring a scowl to his face, even if he gives a single grudging nod at the practicality of it* Fair enough. You did what you had to do. *he meets your eyes again, and there's no anger there, no falseness to what he said* I'm just sorry I couldn't be there. *if he had, maybe we could have ended this thing once and for all*

Lou: She smoothed her thumb over his chest and nodded, it didn't matter, what was done was done, and they were where they were. "Now..." She tapped her thumb on his shirt. "I plan on making a delivery before we go home." She explained, before glancing at the door leading to the back, "Steven has a pack of 15. Well.. 14 now." She corrected herself, "And he needs to know."

Geoff: He will, in due time. But it's not going to be now. *he says this in a tone you're quite familiar with, the Ulfric Voice...it's a tone that doesn't invite a lot of debate or disagreement* Even if it might be tactically smart, we're not going anywhere near the Dixie Pig unless we go in full force. *already he has visions in his head of burning the place to the ground....he doesn't verbalize them, but honestly, he probably doesn't need to; you're probably thinking much the same* First we'll check on Jared and Clarissa.
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Board Roleplay / Re: The Spoils [Lou]
« Last post by A.J. on April 01, 2019, 08:39:57 PM »
Clarissa: =she gave a faint shrug at the retort about the plastic bit= "I know =she said as she perched on the top of the chair, watching him, rocking it back and forth a bit. She didn't say much after that , her nose wrinkled.= "He stinks. =was her other comment as she scratched her head with the muzzle of the gun. She knew she wouldn't shoot herself with it.= "This is new.=

Lou: Lou looked back at her sister and made a face at the way she used the barrel and turned back to the man seated before her. She rocked back onto her heels and came to her feet with her arms crossed, "What's new?" She asked, considering unconscious man before them.

Clarissa: =she pointed to the man they had tied to a chair= "This. Him. Whatever the hell it means. We gonna wake his a§§ up? Or just going to stare at him all evening? Although I think he might be playing possum. I can shoot him if you think it'll help." =she was of course, only half joking about that.= "I don't like him."

Lou: Lou arched a brow at the white haired woman and rolled her eyes, "Right Captain." She turned from her, "Don't shoot him." She said for good measure before heading upstairs. She returned in short order with a bucket that was sloshing with ice and water. She didn't care to ask him to wake up, there were other questions that they needed answered. She stood beside him and poured the bucked into his head and flipped the five gallon pail upside down to sit across from him beside Clarissa.

The man gasped and sputtered to alertness his green eyes flashing to the deep amber of his predatory wolf with an accompanying snarl. There was no fear in this wolf, and there was no fear in this man, only anger.

Lou smirked at the display without humour and her power rose quickly to choke his out, cutting off his access to this wolf and the accompanying benefits of the metaphysical force that came with it [Beast Revoke]. See... she'd done this with her sister in law before, and if left her bloody. Not many people knew what it meant to be human again. "It's a good thing we don't need to like him to ask him questions Rue. Go ahead, you lead the questions."

Clarissa: =she snorted= "yes Mother" =she said with just a hint of mockery. He was angry? Please. He didn't know the -meaning- of the word. She wasn't sure what he expected to come in to see. What he thought was going to hapen. And if he expected anyone to be afraid of him? That wasn't going to happen either. It didn't matter what his level was. The fact that Lou called her Rue was a bit weird, no one had done that in a while. But it was whatever. She felt Lou's power flare, and she didn't know what her sister did with it. And she didn't care. She gave the man a grin, and while it wasn't exactly friendly, obviously.. was it fully sane? Well she wasn't off her rocker. So there's that.= "No, we don't, do we? Now, I don't care what your name is. It means nothing to me. What I want to know, is what in the name of everything holy, did you think you were doing, busting up our place like that." =she gave him that grin again, perched on the top of the chair still, rocking a sound in her throat. Purring? Growling?= "We can start there hmm?"

Lou: It was funny how some words just stuck... She glanced over at her sister when she started off with the questions and all but ignored the man tied to the chair across from them.
He knew when he walked in that he outclassed the scarred woman when he walked into the establishment... but now, she looked different.. and the owner... the Lupa, he'd heard about her from Eddie and Steven, but he didn't think she was much to worry about -- that was until she did what ever she did. He strained, and his green eyes were wide and wild. He felt violated and very unbalanced. "I don't give two sh|ts what you want." He scoffed, glancing from one to the other with snarl on his lips, "Coming up all in here?" He mocked, "You idiots set up on our territory, you're lucky the whole place hasn't been blown to pieces yet." He sneered, "You're gonna regret every minute you spend with me girl. Steven might even let you live."

Clarissa: =she stared at him. Completely silent, no smile, just...stared. Then she started laughing. the only thing that was steady was the gun trained on the man. But she was laughing fit to burst. The chair rocked back, then forward in a bit of an explosion of movement. Was she going to jump at him? No. But she could tell from his eyes, and even if he wouldn't admit it, there was a bit of fear there...oh she could smell it. She hadn't seen it done, but she had heard. People tended to talk as if she wasn't around sometimes. She was ok with that. Mostly. From his actions, he had no beast to speak of..and even if he did, that was fine by her. She rocked back in the chair= "Look at you. Sneering. Talking about how lucky we are. You don't even know how you got down here do you? How you wound up tied to our chair." =she tsked= "Your Steven, he left you for dead. And as for whether or not he'd let me live?" =she laughed again, this time it wasn't full of mirth. No it was a darker sort of laugh= "I've faced worse than your Steven. Now." =she leaned forward again, the front legs hitting the floor with a crack, that echoed the gunshot as she shot him in the foot= "Let's try this again." =nice and calm she was. No hint of laughter about her now=

Lou: Lou sat with her shoulders squared above her knees where she leaned on her elbows, watching his reactions, seeing Clarissa from the corner of her eye, Clarissa might not want his name, but Lou did. She wanted so many details from this man, and there wasn't quite enough guidance in the questions. She didn't care why, she understood it; they might be plain wrong about what was going on, but that sentiment of expanding territory was something she understood in a visceral way.. it made this offence all the greater truthfully.
A smile spread on her lips when he threatened them. There was nothing she was going to regret about today. "Yes, again." She echoed the panwere and rose to her feet, feeling the swelling power within her... she'd not taken such a strong wolf before, but she was up for the task. This was easier because Lina was awake, she was sure of it. "How many follow Steven?"
Her question was met with silence. The wolf looked from Lou to Clarissa and with a brave smirk on his face. He was betrayed by the sweet smell of discomfort and uncertainty in his sweat: Lou knew, fear was a good motivator.. He felt stronger than his feelings, anxious wolves didn't make it as far as he did in a pack like Steven's. He didn't see Louisianna rise to her feet, she was fast, and his eyes sight was no longer so fast, and suddenly his food exploded in pain and he flew onto his back, still tied to the chair, his arms pinned beneath his body and the back rest of the chair. Pain exploded through his mind and his mind raced as he tried to wrap his mind around what exactly as happening to him.

Clarissa: =did she expect him to answer right away? Well no, she shot him. But if he didn't want anymore pain, he'd answer. Right? Isn't that how the torture thing worked? Well for the most part. And it surely helped that Lou was strong enough to do whatever she did to him, which made the pain possible. Even if it was a silver coated bullet anyway.= "So now there are two questions posted to you. What did you think you were doing, and how many follow Steven?" =the scent of blood, of fear, you'd think it would drive her to distraction. But it didn't. Not really. She enjoyed the scent of it, but it wasn't going to trigger her. She was beyond that. She didn't get off the chair, she remained perched on it, rocking it.= "Now, shall we give it another try? Or should I aim higher? What else would you like to lose?" =she looked at Lou from the corner of her eye as she was up by the man who was now on the ground.= "How much pain do you think you can take?"

Lou: Lou appreciated that Clarissa was unhinged today. She appreciated that she grated on the nerves. It was better to do this while uncomfortable. She crossed to the otherside of the groaning man and felt the twitches of his beast within her like a small animal kicking in a burlap bag.. but this was not small pup. She looked down at the man as he tried to roll to one side and propped her boot up on the leg of the chair to prevent him from tossing it over with his weight.
He looked up at her from his position on the ground and felt the aches in his joints. He strained against the bindings, knowing that he could have broken this chair easily under normal circumstances, but now, in this cellar... he couldn't. He tried not to let his mind wander with that thought... what if he was shot again? He tried to look over his shoulder at the white haired woman and felt his tongue thicken in his mouth, and the anger started pushing at his mind again, "We were going to take the b|tch home and send the old man a message about being in our territory." He snapped, straining against the cabling around his arms and chest.
Lou watched him try to worm his way around and came around behind him and lifted the back of his chair one handed. Once he was righted, she leaned into his shoulder and inhaled deeply, knowing that his heart rate was hammering a little harder, "How many." Her voice was soft, but that was not the same as weak. She wanted answers, and when he pursed his lips in defiance, her fist met his ear and whipped his head to the side. "If you are not ready to answer, she'll use it on you." She assured him, stepping out of Clarissa's line of sight, "How many?"

Clarissa: =she gave another feral sort of grin, almost cheshire cat-like when he finally gave more information. But she tutted and shook her head= "Now now. I'm the only one allowed to call him that. Not only were you left for dead, sonny jim, but you were led by the nose. This isn't your territory" =the lynx within prowled and rubbed against Lou, snapping at the man before them= "This. Is. Ours" =the last was said with more than a hint of a growl. He protested, that's for sure. Probably was going to wax poetical about it too. She made a small motion to get Lou to flip the chair back up again, so he could see her, and well see both of them.= "Tick tock goes the clock, speak speak or my gun will go bang bang." =no...she wasn't any crazier than usual. Lou would know that right? But she did put a bit of a sing songy croon to her voice, just to watch the man squirm= "knee? or balls? The choice is up to you. How well are you going to answer?" =the shoulder would be a good bet too but it would be too easy to get out of the bonds then she's sure. She didn't -need- to.. but she made a show of pulling the gun back to be all dramatic to put another round to the ready.= "One more time?"
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