FOX
He had a little smile on his face, eventhough he still felt emberassed about the dog. On the other hand, he didn't mind thinking about getting Leila - or any pretty, non-related girl if he was completely honest - excited. Yes, he really liked recalling the previous night. It was a real shame it had ended in a mess - and not a pretty one. He sighed. He was way to tired to deal with this kind of problems already. He imagined telling his sister about his morning.
"Oh, I woke up, heard some screams, got angry, banished a guy from the pack and got me a sandwich. Nothing all too abnormal." Freya would probably look unimpressed and say something like "Same."
He didn't smile thinking about his sister, as he still felt the hurt and anger she had caused the previous night. And the worry. He just took out his phone to ask if she was still alive, when he got some other text messages from the morning patrole.
"A couple of hours until the wounds have closed properly, you little whiner," he said playfully, but with a serious undertone. He gave Leila a soft smile, eventhough he was surprised he could smile like that in his current mood. He winked and looked back at his phone.
STRANGE SCENT IN W.
ASKING ORDERS.
The text wasn't very long, since the patrolers used small, cheap phones, as they often lost them when they had to change. If Fox would buy them a smartphone every time, he would have been ruined in the first half year of his leadership.
"You know, one day I'm going to starve to death, because I don't ever get the chance to eat properly. I mean, have you seen me?" he started complaining. "These muscles really need a lot of fuel to kee^p being awesome, you know!" He sighed and received another punch from Leila, though it didn't hurt him at all. He smile at her, until it faded away and gave her the leash. Hannibal noticed instantly and started whining. Fox shot her a look, which managed to get her quiet, but she definitely did not look happy. Neither did Leila, as she knew he was going to leave her already.
"I'm sorry, but I need to check out some things in the woods. No, you can't come with me," he said even before she could ask him. He knew her all too well. "You need to have a nice day off, with no obligations and no worries. I'll come back afterwards. I don't think it'll take very long." He gave her a soft kiss on the forehead and petted his dog, before leaving the two of them behind. He sent a quick text COMING back.
He started jogging towards the woods, trying to eat the sandwich, although about half of it fell on the ground. When he finally reached the first trees, he slowed down. With trained movements, he took a small gun out of his boots and took off the safety pin. There were three reasons why Fox preferred guns above changing. First of all, he had more experience with guns - although that wouldn't be for long. Secondly, it was less risky, since it was easier to explain to have a gun than being a giant, nightmarelike wolf - he also could keep his clothes on. And last but not least; it was a lot faster and cleaner to kill someone or something with a bullet than with his teeth.
When he was done preparing his gun, and he kept it close, but loosely against his leg, the three patroling Packmembers had found him. They explained what they had found and Fox didn't need much time to decide to go alone. He ordered them to continue their shift and started to run. He concentrated on his senses, while the trees flashed by. After a while, he could smell the scent he was warned about. It wasn't human. With a growl, he accelerated. There were no strange wolves on his - their - territory, but they had been there before. He hoped for them they were long gone, but as the scent grew stronger, he knew at least one person was close by. It was a woman and she was wearing a parfum that triggered something inside him, although he couldn't put a finger on it.
"You shouldn't be here," he said with a clear voice, as he faced the back of the female werewolf. He hadn't pointed his gun at her... yet.
(It's Thea, if that's all right.)
THORNE
He instantly recognized the young looking woman as someone who'd once helped him. The fact he knew he liked her, helped him cool down and his anger flew away rather quickly, although the hunger just kept growing. He scratched his neck again and wanted to tell her he'd hunt for himself and she didn't need to be bothered by him, the guy spoke. Thorne's sixteen years old mind decided he did not like the guy one bit. He wouldn't mind a little fight, since he had a strong feeling he was at least three times as old as the guy. He noticed it by the way the guy tried to stay in the shadow just a little too much. He was convinced he'd win, eventhough he was a lot smaller and had less muscles.
He also didn't like the word newbie, which caused him not to answer. He recognized the name Daelyn, from a message he'd received some time ago, when he was still in Europe. It had been an invitation to join her and blablabla... He hadn't listened to the guy reading the message to him, because he hadn't been interested. Now he wished he had.
He looked aternately at the two vampires in front of him - one actually being a lot smaller than him, Thank Goodness - before deciding to answer one of the questions.
"My name is Thorne," he said with the most neutral voice he could produce. "And yours is, if I recall correctly, Cat?" he asked the girl. He noticed, while talking, his teeth didn't turn back to human norms anymore. Thorne cursed mentally, since he was a vampire with fully changing teeth. Not only his canines turned into razorsharp killingmachines, no, every tooth in his mouth transformed into a long, almost needlelike weapon. Luckily, he could still close his mouth, but he started to think about accepting Cat's offer.
(Didn't feel like doing fancy atm. I hope it doesn't bother anyone. I'm still thinking about Ava, thus she'll come later. I also opened another English RPG about werewolves, thus you can always take a look ^^)
Mijn brein breint zoals het breint.
Hexcore
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