Fantasy The Pack

[ChocolateSwirl]

Milky shook at the gut wrenching scream, it echoed in her head. "I-I'm not sure..", she whispered as she was pulled close to Lucas. Fear filled her, as she grabbed onto Lucas, gripping his arm tightly. "What should we do..?", her voice trembled. Milly fought hard to keep back the tears, she couldn't break down now. "Most of the others are out hunting, they won't be back till a while later.., we're stuck." The reality hit Milly, it was going to be difficult to escape but they had to try.


Tate heard an alarming scream and rushed through, finding Milly by Lucas. He ran over quickly but discreetly, trying to minimise the noise by as much as he could, "You heard that too right?, we need to get out of here.", he said. Well, it was quite obvious to Lucas and Milly that they had to leave, they just saw a dead corpse being smeared across a window - it wasn't coming by to have a casual chat like you do. Tate stood at the other side of Milly, keeping her protected, he growled under his breath. His face showed a mix of determination and anger, he was ready to kick the crap out of some people.

 

[AshleyBergie]

Hearing a scream and then a gun shot I looked around the cabin to everyone that was in it. I wasn't the only one that heard the scream and right when I was about to say something Allies face had been pushed up to the window causing her blood to smear and drip all over the window. My eyes went open seeing the blood. There was only one type of person that would do this and it was the people from the lab. The people who had ruined our life. Made us into the people and things we are now. I let out a slight growl a little as I tried to listen in with what was going on outside. I looked down then up at the people in the cabin with me. "I'm not sure if we will be able to leave. It seems like the people have the cabin surrounded. The best thing is to fight. But I don't know how well that's gonna work" I say with a straight but very worried look on my face. I was trying to keep it together and not freak out and not break down in fear. It was only gonna make things worse. Fear was not gonna save me, even more if they tried to break into the cabin.

 

[Tasteless]

The Enforcer tosses Allie's corpse aside, and it drops into the snow with a sickening thud. When her body hits the ground, both enforcers raised their guns. They begin to spray, the bullets popping with loud, and horrifying ringing.


The shrill scream echoed over the forest, first just onr gun shot, then more.. msny more . The men Nate had been watching didn't go on alert, instead they laughed. Fear gripped Nate's stomach, before he turns and runs back toward through cabin as fast as his paws could carry him.


Nicolas follows closely behind Nate, growling and his fur quivering with fear and worry.


It doesn't take long for the pair to reach the cabin. Nate inhales sharply as he sees two of the armored men shooting into the Cabin. With intense power he throws himself into the clearing, panic engulfing him as he sees Allie's body coming into view. Agony, devastation, and hate rushes over him like a wave. He's running faster now, his stride quick and powerful.


One of the Enforcers sees Nate, and give a muffled scream, Nate is already on him. He tackles the man, then sickly scent of blood was overwhelming.


Nate bites the soft, silicone rubber that protected the man's throat, and he felt the man's hot, sticky blood gush into his jaws. Nate thrashes his head violently. He feel the sickly crunch of the man's esophagus as its crushed. A bullet whizzes past Nate, and he lurches back. Yet before the man can shoot again, Nicolas is on him. Using his muscles to plow the man onto his ass, then he begins to savagely bite at any area he can on the man.


Nate is tackled, and is becomes apparent that more enforcers were hiding. The man pulls a knife, ready to stab the large black wolf. Yet Nate is quick, he kicks the man off with his might legs, and charges him.


The Enforcer turns to flee, yet Nate leaps on him. Growling, Nate realizing the man's helmet had come free and was laying in the snow nearby. He bares his fangs, before savagely sinking his ivory teeth into the man's head, feeling his skull shift and crack under the pressure. The man screams bloody murder, and flails in an attempt to rid Nate, yet in one swift movement, Nate ripped the man's head off his shoulders. Blood spewed onto the pure snow, and Nate held the man's skull in his jaws, panting and growling with anger. They murdered his only sibling. The only thing he truly loved.

 

[cucumbers]

“Fight.” he muttered in response to Ashlynn, eyes still locked on Allie’s face against the window. “Right.” Then the Enforcers opened fire.


As soon as the sound of bullets firing registered in Lucas’s brain he threw himself on top of both Milly and Tate, taking all three of them to the ground. In the process of tackling the two of them to the ground, Luke felt a bullet graze his arm, taking a good inch of flesh of the edge. He screamed “Get down!” to the rest of the occupants in the cabin, as if it wasn’t obvious enough. Once on the ground he groaned in pain, both from the impact and the bullet.


Luke rolled off to the side, hand gripping the wound on his arm. Underneath the gunshots he hears an unfamiliar scream from outside, meaning that someone was out there fighting these men. Despite his pain the white haired male shifted into his fox form, his leg still injured but he was swifter like this, and smaller. Lucas rolled onto his feet, staying crouched near the ground to avoid more gunshots.

 

[AshleyBergie]

I heard more gun shots and could hear Nate going off and killing a lot of the men around. It was good to know that our leader was still alive and it gave me more reassurance things would be better. I let out another growl as I shifted into my wolf form as a loud an heavy snarl escaped from my throat and through my fangs. My ears shifted back then back to their normal pointed up spot as I shifted my weight around to get more balance. Dipping my head I darted out of the cabin door and launched myself onto a random dudes chest. It probably wasn't the best idea cause right when I landed on him he pulled out a knife cutting the top of my shoulder. I let out a booming roar almost lifting up the leg he cut and slamming it down on his arm with the knife. Thankfully the other guys were busy with the other members of the back so I wouldn't have to worry about getting shot in the back.


Hearing him yell out in pain made me happy. Finally these assholes were gonna feel the pain I did for how many years. I let out a heavy snarl in the dudes face as I bite arm right in the pocket of the dudes shoulder and neck causing him to try and grab ahold of my neck to pull me off. I bit down harder and waited for the hand to loose grip and land lifeless till I pulled away blood dripping from my blood strained muzzle and fangs. The pain on my shoulder wasn't what I was worried about right now. Living was my main thing.

 

[Silanon]

Suddenly, the calm of the morning had turned into a bloody mess. Landon had seen the arriving forces, and didn't like those at all. While he secretly had hoped for a decicive fight, this was not one they could win in the long run. The pack was not strong enough for that kind of fight, at least for now.


Hearing the distant shots, he had turned around immediately, following Nate just a few steps behind. With the leader and Nic charging onto two of the men and overpowering them in short time, he turned around to the front of the cabin, where Ashlynn had charged herself onto another attacker. One of his comrades raised his weapon, aiming for the huntress. Landon was not going to let that happen. Sending out a provoking howl, he jumped forward, throwing himself against the man and sending him to the ground. The heavy armor held him back for a few moments, struggling with the man and taking a few minor cuts by his steel weapon in the process. But in the end, his jaw found the gap it needed. Sinking his teeth deep into the man's shoulder, the pained cry of the soldier sounded like music in his eyes. It quickly ended when the wolf continued, ripping the man under him apart.


Landon stood up, turned around to whomever might still be endangering the pack. His red-brownish fur around his jaw covered in blood, he sent out a loud howl once again - a warning to all those enemies out there. The pack might had been hit, but it was still not that easy to be taken down. If they wanted a fight, they could get it. Face to face, not sneaking in from behind like cowards.

 

[ChocolateSwirl]

As Tate got thrown down, he howled in slight pain as he shifted to his wolf form. His eyes darted at Lucas, full of rage and hungry to fight. Tate stood tall on his legs and shook himself off, he slowly walked to the door and on his way he used his hind leg to kick Lucas for pushing him down, he growled heavily staring at him. But, Lucas wasn't the one he should be angry at. For all these years, his pent up anger burst like a balloon. His ears perked up as he heard footsteps coming toward the front door, Tate leaned back and was ready to pounce. Tate signalled Milly to hide somewhere until he came back for her. As the man walked through the door, Tate pounced at him and snapped his jaws continuously, ravaging through his armour and into his flesh. His teeth sunk down into his right arm and the man screamed out in pain, oh how Tate enjoyed this sound. As he bit through his wrist, he tore a major artery, blood came gushing out splashing all over Tate's face. He howled in happiness before slashing at his throat and leaving the man to drown in his own blood. He shifted back to his human form quickly and snatched the gun off the dead man.


"Arm yourselves with the guns!". Tate shouted out, "We won't be able to beat them in our wolf forms!", he cocked the gun and whistled on Milly, but, she didn't come back.


Milly scattered as Tate told her to hide. She crawled in her human form to the kitchen, her heart was pounding from fear. Her eyes darted around and she flung herself under the table. Breathing heavily and terrified for her life, she curled up in a ball bawling her eyes out. Milly couldn't fight, she was a Healer, her brother always protected her in times like this. But, it was never like this, the lab were now so determined to kill them off - Milly now regretted escaping.


Suddenly, the back door swung. Milly stared as heavy boots thumped on the wooden floor. She held her breath, the atmosphere became tense. In an instant, the table flipped up and Milly was thrown across the room. She screamed out as she landed with a hard thud. The bulky man picked her up effortlessly by the neck and pinned her to the wall, he smirked as Milly tried to fight her way out but she couldn't, she was just too weak, "Help!", she shouted with a croaked voice, tears came flooding out her eyes as the man laughed out enjoying the scene.

 

[Silanon]

He almost overlooked the soldier making his way to the cabin's kitchen door. With all of the others outside of the cabin still being busy hunting their victims down, noone had realized the imminent danger for the weaker pack members in the inside. With a continuous growl, Landon hasted in the direction of the man, but was not even nearly close to him when the soldier already slammed the door open. The wolf speeded up even more, the noise of something heavy being thrown aside reaching his pointed ears. With a last leap, he bumped through the wooden door himself, only to hear the scary laughter of the soldier, pinning Milly against one of the walls. A deep anger arose in Landon, like always when the humans did their usual thing - going for the weaker opponents instead of taking a real fight. "Help", escaped the lips of the healer, who tried her best to somehow get rid of her opponent on her own. But she wasn't a fighter by any means, and so her struggle did not quite end in a success. It was on him to change things. "Find yourself a worthy opponent, not an innocent victim", he grumbled, before launching himself against the man. The soldier reacted surprisingly quick, letting Milly fall down to the floor and turning around to the nearing danger. He somehow managed to throw the wolf back, sending him to the floor. Landon only shook himself briefly to get over the rather hard landing, then attacking the intruder once again, before he could possibly turn back to his pack member on the ground.


A pulled knife, some hisses and a few screams of pain later, both backed up once again, the man bleeding out of several small wounds while the wolf carried multiple deep wounds by the soldiers weapon. Pain shot through every nerve of Landons body, but got somehow negated by the anger in his mind. Whatever the scientists had done in all the tortures, they had at least succeeded in creating a wolf not that easy to be taken down. Now getting the full attention of the soldier, both circled the overthrown table for a moment - waiting for the right opportunity to strike.

 

[ChocolateSwirl]

Before choking to death, Landon came bursting through the door and overthrowed the soldier to the floor. She let out a big cry as she fell to the hard wood floor and whacked her head badly as she landed. She was now drifting in and out consciousness as she struggled hard to stay awake. Her body lay lifelessly as her eyes fluttered. She could however stay awake but her vision was blurry and her head pounded with pain. With all her strength, she whistled through Tate. They both had a special way of communicating if anything was wrong and right now, she really needed him. After, her body finally gave in from the pain and exhaustion, she slumped down and her head dropped down low.


After hearing cries of pain and loud noises, his ears perked up as he heard Milly's soft whistle just reaching his ears. His eyes widened as he bolted through to the kitchen to see his sister's body on the floor looking dead. He let out a loud roar and screeched at the soldier who understood why Tate reacted like that. He sneered at him with a wide, sinister smile as he pulled up his hand and motioned it across his neck to ensue that he had slaughtered his sister. Tate didn't think before jumping onto the solider, giving it all he had. He thought his sister just got murdered, Tate wasn't a person to think before his actions. The solider was smart, he knew this would set him off. As Tate pounced, the soldier brought out his gun and shot him twice in the underbelly at close range. The soldier punched him away and Tate crashed down, but close to his sister. He shifted to his human form and dragged himself over a few feet to discovered his sister was alive. Hugging Milly in his arms, Tate cried silently, he was overwhelmed with his emotions. "I'm happy you're alive..", he whispered before he himself blacked out.

 

[Shirayuri]

Rayne Black

The sound of bullets woke her up, Rayne jumped up from where she was lying and ducked low to the floor. Her eyes were fixed on Allies corpse pressed against the wall, the blood was peppered everywhere and traces of what looked like a gruesome mix between brains and flesh was smeared against the glass. She reached out towards Sam and nudged him gently, signalling for him to be silent. Rayne shifted into her fox form hoping I would give her an advantage as she would be smaller and harder to hit. Letting out a low growl , she arched her back and pressing herself against the wall trying desperately to avoid the enforcers bullets. The snow carpeting the grass outside was now red with blood, Rayne dreaded to think who's blood that was. Panting slightly she searched the rooms for an exit that wasn't surrounded by the enforcers.


Rayne was so focused on trying to find an exit that she didn't see the enforcer behind her. Letting out a small whine as his boot kicked her to the wall, she shot him a desperate look waiting for him to just let it be over and done with. He paused and waved his gun, taunting her. Rayne thought silently to herself , be quick please just stop. She thought back to the days in the lab the endless needles and cage`s she didn't want to go back to that , the enforcer let out a sharp cry of pain, Rayne looked up and was taken back for a second. Sam had his jaw clenched around the enforcers leg she watched the blood fall down the soldiers leg. He groaned in pain dropping his guard for a second, taking her chance she bolted at him running towards the sent of the others. Nudging Sam with her snout she followed him towards what smelled like some of the pack she heard a thud. Letting out a warm growl to signal it was her she looked around the corner she saw Milly and Tate on the ground and Landon and a enforcer circling the table. She shifted into her human form , limping from the enforcers boot she headed towards Milly and Tate. Blood was trickling down her face but she knew so far she had been luckier than the others. Signalling for Sam to help Landon with the enforcer she tried to help Milly and Tate, and hoped that she could at least get them conscious again. Noticing Tate`s bleed she ripped her jacket into strips and pressed it against the two wounds, she wasn't sure what to do she was only a healer and not even a proper one yet. She knew she would have to try and get these two moving somehow.


Sam Mason

Sam awoke to the sound of bullets peppering the cabin, he growled at Rayne and edged closer to her staying silent, her stared at the stains on the glass. He was overwhelmed with a sick realisation , it was Allies corpse. He tried not to vomit as he looked at the brains and flesh covering the glass. Following Rayne`s example he shifted into his wolf form and felt the adrenaline pump around his body. He edged away from her trying to find a place they could escape from. Sam couldn't help but feel guilty he was a guard he should be able to stop this happening and protect everyone not be asleep while one of his own gets murdered. He heard Rayne`s cry for help and headed towards the sound, Rayne was pressed against the wall. He lunged and tore at the enforcers leg, a bitter metallic taste of the enforcers blood filled his mouth but he tried to ignore it, he let go and followed Rayne as she ran. Echoing Ranyne`s growl he headed towards Landon and let out a friendly growl showing he was here to help him. He looked at Rayne who was knelt down with the others, he hoped she might be able to help them in some way. He stared at the enforcer waiting for him to make the first move, Sam was in human form which meant he would need skill to try and beat the enforcer. Most of the fighters seemed to have gotten out which just leaved him , Rayne , Landon and Milly and Tate who were unconscious left in the cabin.


((Okay finally have a first post yay!))

 

[Tasteless]

Nate thundered through the clearing, his pelt matted with blood. He heard the gun shots from inside the cabin and hurried. He charged for the quite small, yet cozy cabin. He was about to reach the door, when he was slammed into by another object. He was rolled onto his back, and when he looked up, Nicolas was on top of him. He held a knife in his grip, and growled. "This is all your fault, Nate!" Yet before Nate could react, Nicolas forced the blade into Nate's shoulder, barely missing his chest cavity. Nate releases a shrill cry, his paws flailing wildly in an attempt to rid the traitor. Nicolas averted his gaze for one moment, possibly toward the cabin. Nate shifted into his human form, and grabbed the traitor by his throat, despite the screaming protest of his shoulder. He held his throat tightly, before throwing him off. Nate gets to his feet, his blood dripping thickly onto the snow.


Nicolas laughed, and dread simply tugged at Nate'a heart. "D-Don't do this.. Nic.. It doesn't have to be this way." His voice was edged with pain, as agony surged from his shoulder and neck. The traitor narrowed his gaze and snarled, "but it does, Nate. You think you can lead this group?! You're weak, just like your sister was." His voice dripped with venom.


Nate sprinted forward, shifting into his wolf form without a moment of hesitation, and slamming his head against Nicolas's ribs. He heard the triumphant crack of Nic's bones from the force and the traitor was thrown back. It lasted a moment, before Nate noticed Nicolas had dropped the knife. Nate rushed for it, yet so did Nicolas.


Nate felt the rubbery handle in his grip, and he kicked Nicolas in his ribs, causing him to land on his back with a pained cry. The traitors eyes were huge, almost begging, yet Nate wasn't in control.


He plunged the knife, over and over into Nicolas's chest. His blood sprayed over the snow, and onto Nate, yet even after the screams had stopped, Nate kept stabbing. Until the shifters chest was a mushed mess that gushed with blood.


Nate panted, standing slowly. Be turned toward the Cabin, he was coated in blood, and he held the blade in his grip tightly. This. Ends. Now.

 

[Silanon]

For a short moment, time seemed to freeze - the two fired shots seemed to ring for ages in his ears, educing a loud growl from Landon in response. The new arrived ally went down before he could even cause a single wound on the soldier. That was why a good guard never let someone get too close to his heart - it changed good fighters into easily killable fools. Rayne arrived, closely followed by Sam, and tried to save whatever she could. But for Landon, that was not of importance for now.


All that mattered was Sam, greeting him with a growl and attracting the attention of the soldier for a brief moment - long enough for Landon to weight his chances. With a loud howl, he jumped foreward, crashing into the side of the enforcer and sending him to the ground by his pure power. The man lost his knife, but managed to roll out of the wolves direct reach. And he was not unarmed. Releasing a volley of his gun, he shredded the kitchen windows behind of Landon into pieces, by pure luck only causing a grazing wound on the guards shoulder. Landon backed up with a sudden leap, losing sight for a short moment when immeasurable pain flooded his mind in short delay. With the man putting all his attention onto him, and lifting his gun for a more precise volley this time, Landon was not quite sure whether he could close in again in time - feeling his view to become slightly fuzzy from his suffered wounds. What he knew for sure, though, was that the other pack members could not hope for a better opportunity to strike.

 

[SilverNova]

After Bishop realized that this morning's hunting party had departed before he had the chance to join them, the hunter had taken his own path and went for food. Typically Nate seemed to patrol the borders of whatever place the pack resided in before taking to the hunt himself. So Bishop had merely thought he had gotten a head-start on the rest of the pack's hunting party. Due to this, his morning had been filled with attempts to catch the pack some venison for breakfast and rolling in the snow to cover over the scent of his warm smoky pelt. Little did he know that back at the cabin all hell had broken loose.


He had heard the sounds of rampant gunshots off in the distance, but for some reason he couldn't fully explain, he had only believed it was just the sounds of the military in the city below running practice drills. However, as he made his way back to the little humble abode the pack called home, dead deer in hand, Bishop was caught off guard at the scene he saw. Dropping the meat, the hunter took in images of pearly white snow stained scarlet red, parts of dead pack mates and guards coated in black outfits strewn across the ground, a cabin that had so many holes in it that it had begun to look like swiss cheese, and overall the world as he had known it thrown into chaos. He could only utter three profound words. "What the fuck...".


Eventually, after the moment of utter bewilderment and fear had passed, Bishop realized the sights and sounds of war were still raging on around the cabin. His pack needed his help right now, not him staring at the current scene from the edge of the forest. Taking action, Bishop shifted to wolf. It was always a strange feeling to shift, but after the first few times back in the lab he had miraculously managed to get at least a little used to it. Now a thick black and white wolf stood where a human had just moments before. Though the wolf was thick, it wasn't cause of fur and certainly not fat that he looked so big in appearance. No, it was all the muscle Bishop had built up in his wolf form that granted him the largely built looks. When he was hungry he hunted , when he was bored he hunted, when he stressed he either smoked or hunted, thus he was a goliath of a wolf when it came in terms to sheer size. No longer able to stand still any longer, Bishop charged into the fray. He managed to take down two guards before he caught sight of Nate hovered over Nicholas's dead corpse, knife in hand. Tentatively, the large brute made his was over to where Nate stood. Still in wolf form, Bishop lowered his head, showing Nate that Bishop still believed him to be superior in rank, for now, then approached his leader. "I'm sure I can guess what happened here between you two, but where the bloody hell did all of these humans come from? If there is more than we can take on it might be best if we fled. There is no sense in defending a place that's surrounded this much and pretty much demolished to its core," Bishop suggested. Then, glancing around at all of the guards around the cabin, also noted, "If so we'd have to get the rest of the pack out and clear a pathway through to the forest first...What do you think Nate? I'll obey your word".

 

[Whisker]

For the fourth day in a row since his departure from the group, it snowed – a damp, bone-chilling trickle that seeped beneath his jacket and liberally coated the white shirt beneath. Irritated by the constant discomfort, Garrett drew his jacket tighter around his lithe form and trudged forward into the misty forest, his senses on the hyper-alert for signs of movement in the trees ahead. Once or twice in the distance, he heard a thunderous sound roll over the top of the forest canopy; it was always in rapid succession and brought with it a scramble of wildlife that might have made for good eating had he felt assed enough to give chase. But he kept his head and refrained from doing anything that might compromise himself any more than necessary to the world around him, for he was as aware of the danger of the forest by now as those back at the cabin.


The black coats had arrived into their forest.


Thinking of them, his lip curled slightly. For most of his life, he’d been under their thumb: a piece of government property with no rights as an individual besides what they had chosen to give. Along with the rest of the pack, he’d managed to escape … but it was there that the thrill had ended. They had made it only so far as to a busted up cabin in the middle of fucking nowhere with the intention of settling there to hide. While Garrett conceded that it wasn’t a terrible plan, he quickly grew to hate almost every inch of the space. It was wide-open with very few defensive spots, and came equipped with a sheer cliff at the end. It was great for a temporary stop, but a good way to get one trapped if they weren’t careful. Thus, a few days in, he'd announced he was going scouting and had set off from the group alone with only a hand full of supplies. His goal was mostly to explore, scavenge up a few supplies, and maybe if he were lucky find some good places to make an emergency "bug out" supply drop.


In his first 3 days, he'd managed to find an empty forest road devoid of cars, a deer stand used by hunters during hunting season, and an old deserted barn that was halfway burned down. It was there he'd found some fresh water and a few other supplies in order to make the venture fruitful. But on his last day of wandering, Garrett really hit home. As he was making his way back from the barn property, he'd discovered a locked shed half-way hidden in the woods. The wood on the siding was mostly splintered and rotten after years of neglect and gave away easily after a few kicks. Once he'd made a pretty good hole, he'd gone inside to discover an old M14 rifle hanging on a rack as well as a handful of other stuff. He only scraped up maybe 20-30 rounds of ammunition for the gun, but it was better than nothing at all. He'd just have to conserve it and use it only for emergencies.


With his journey considered something of a success, he'd started back towards the pack area, but the snow was hindering his return a bit. For one, he'd marked his path by using scent markers in order to avoid leaving physical signs that someone could decipher. Yeah, he knew it wasn't exactly elegant, but nobody who knew him would ever accuse him of such to begin with. Still, it served him pretty well until it got cold enough that the snow actually began to stick. It diluted some of the smell and made it a bit harder to track. He'd gone off course twice, but on the third attempt he had finally rediscovered the trail and began heading back as usual.


Of course, things seldom go as planned in that area.


Nearby, Garrett heard the snap of a twig and dropped down into an instinctive crouch, listening with all of his might to make sure that whoever was moving around back there wasn't much of a threat.





@Cyber Wolf

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[Crono]

Tyson trudged through the forest slowly, eyeing his surroundings and looking around as if he didn't fully trust his ears to alert him to any danger. The boy had escaped with the others from the facility what felt like ages ago, but along the way he'd become separated from them while out scouting. But he'd stayed on the groups trail, but just never caught up. However this forest in particular held scents that belonged to them, much more common and spread out than usual so now he had hope.


But he'd also seen a few of the governments lackeys in the same forest, which had impeded his searching even further. Ty knew he had to be careful, but he was tired from not getting much sleep the last few days. Being alone in the middle of nowhere with the government chasing you kept him awake much more than he would have liked, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep his wits about him, he felt almost paranoid by this point.


Stepping along the path in his canine form Ty let out a snort as he stuck his nose into the air. The scent was faint...but fresh, that's when he realized he wasn't likely alone, or that he was on the trail of someone or something. Looking back down and straight ahead with ears on alert he hesitated in his next step, what if he found trouble? What if he found the others dead...? It had been a thought in his mind since getting separated, that he was searching for them and they could have been taken or killed...that he was in fact alone out here and that the government was just tracking down one final loose end, him.


A low whine escaped his maw as he had this thought once again and was in his own little world in his head, a whine he immediately regretted as he remembered where he was and froze in his tracks listening for what he assumed was the inevitable noise of government boot-prints converging on him. But they never came...


@Whisker

 

[Whisker]

Garrett remained in a wary crouch, his right hand slowly creeping towards the rifle slung haphazardly over his back. The cold dark eyes scanned the terrain meticulously several times before finally settling on something moving in the distance. Instinctively, he came out of the crouch and instead lowered himself in the snow so that he was lying on his belly with the rifle pointing outwards from the snow bank. Though the gun was old and probably hadn't been cleaned in at least a decade, he took the safety off and waited for the individual to come closer into his line of sight.


If this thing jams, I can at least pretend to get the drop on'em if they're a black coat.





He cracked a faint grin at that, but it died immediately as the outline sharply came into focus.


Well, I'll be damned ...





A dog of some kind with a fairly unusual height was trudging along through the snow bank looking thoroughly discouraged. Naturally, it was kinda hard to read the expression on a dog's face and match it up with a human emotion, but Garrett had had a lot of practice with it by now. He watched it blunder along in the snowbanks for a few moments, then carefully put the safety back on.


"Oi, you there."


It came out a bit more menacing than he had intended on account of the cold and four days of disuse. Recognizing that, he slung the rifle back onto his back and put his hands up in a peaceful gesture, his facial expression mostly impassive.





@Crono

 

[Tasteless]

Nate bled profusely from his shoulder, and he grimaced slightly . "W-We retreat. Now." His growl was deep, and held a clear warning. He didn't want to lose anyone else without cause.


In seconds he shifted, ignoring the screaming protest of his right shoulder. He tips his head back, and let's out a loud, beautiful, melodic howl. It was one of mourning, and of gathering. He sprints into the field, and looks around. He can hear the scuffle inside the Cabin. With a burst of power, he slammed through the door, and straight into the side of the enforcer. The man hit the ground with a shocked thud, and Nate scrambled to get to his paws. The Enforcer grabbed at the neck piece of his helmet was shattered, leaving his helmet loose, and removable. Nate bared his massive, ivory fangs, the stench of blood in the cabin was overwhelming.


He sinks his fangs into the man's visor, feeling the glass shatter around his teeth, cutting his mouth slightly. The enforcer screams as his helmet is ripped from his body armor, leaving his head exposed. Vulnerable. He looks to the other shifters, and licks his maw. This wasn't for him to finish.


Then time seemed to slow down for Nate. The man unsheathed a blade he had kept tucked on his side, Nate saw the glint of metal, and felt agony surged from his stomach as he reared up on his hind legs. Blood gushes from an elongated slice along his underbelly. Nate stumbled back slightly, his vision becoming hazy.

 

[Crono]

Tyson nearly leaped out of his fur when he'd heard the voice, almost stumbling over his own feet at the sudden noise. Initially he tried to duck down behind a combination of brush and snow. The teen wasn't dumb, he knew he was spotted, but he didn't want to come out initially as the fear had struck him. Maybe he could make a run for it....dash away.


That's when he got another whiff of the smell from earlier, it was almost familiar, it was like a light-bulb in his head went off when he put together the smell and the voice. Wolf. Tyson nearly forgot any and all of his instincts, and his tired muscles, as he almost giddily shifted into his human form and stepped out of the tree with a smile on his face. "Did I do it?" He asked out-loud, stepping out and towards Garrett's direction. "Did I finally catch up?"


"Garrett... is that really you?" He asked, stopping a good twelve feet away. Names and faces all kind of ran together from back in the labs...he more-so remembered things in the escape and aftermath.


@Whisker

 

[cucumbers]

Lucas froze at the sound of the howl. Soon after the front door went down, and Nate came barreling through and onto an enforcer. The large wolf ripped of his visor before pausing to look up, and Lucas witnessed the man stab the leader of their pack. The huge wolf reared back, and Luke could tell them man was going to go in for a killing blow. Though he was never much of a fighter, and his legs was still bothering him, the white fox managed to launch himself off the floor and onto the man. He dug his teeth into the man’s face, not enough to kill like one of the hunters of the pack might have, but enough to throw them man off. However, Lucas was not strong, and it didn’t take much for the enforcer to rip him off and toss him to the side. The fox hit the wall with a smash, probably breaking a rib or two. Still, he stood back up, putting himself between the enemy and his pack leader and growling.


@Cyber Wolf

 

[Whisker]

"Did I do it? Did I finally catch up?"


It took Garrett a few seconds to understand what the other meant.





"Not quite."


He turned in place, his hand coming up to point to the north where the city lights shown over the tops of the trees.


"Pack's about a good 5-10 miles that way. I'm out on my own."


Not really with permission, but he didn't care one rats ass about that. He hadn't exchanged one life of being pushed around and told what to do for another.


Adjusting the shoulder strap of his knapsack, Garrett examined the other male up and down as he tried to puzzle him out. The guy had found his name right away, but Garrett ... couldn't really remember the other dude's name. Of course, he wasn't embarrassed mostly due to the fact that there had been a lot of experiments and not much time to socialize; the government dickheads had been pretty firm on that point.


Probably because they were afraid we'd do just what we did if we had more time to pal around. Heh, the joke is on them.


He smirked quietly to himself for a second before knuckling down to reality.


"Yeah, it's me. Listen, uh ... whatever your name is ... If you carry my bag here, I'll take you back to the cabin where the others are. Just keep an eye out. I saw black coats on the road, and I ain't too keen of losing our hard earned freedom just yet."


If Ty agreed, he'd unbuckle the knapsack and toss it over for him to catch. Then, Garrett would zip up the old bomber jacket he'd taken from the cabin and nod towards the direction he had pointed out earlier.


"Okay, you ready to get goin'? Hopefully, things aren't too ---- "


A drawn out mournful howl suddenly pierced the still morning air. Even though it came from a distance, Garrett could still recognize the bassy quality of Nate's voice. He froze, contemplating what such an action might mean ... then he swore loudly as comprehension came crashing down on him like a barrel of two ton bricks.





@Cyber Wolf [mentioned]

 

[Xx-Katherine-xX]

Hunter's breathing frosted the air as she stood above the tiny little town below her. Insomnia had always been her downfall. She knew that Nate would never like it, but she had a tendency to slip off at night while everyone else was asleep. However, she always made sure she was back at the cabin before anyone else got up.


Snow crushed under her boots as she wandered the forest that surrounded the little town, making her slow way back to the cabin. Nate had always warned them not to wander too close but Hunt had a bad habit of getting just to the border and then heading home. 'Home' wasn't necessarily any particular place, usually just wherever her pack was. They were her home, in all reality. They ran too much, too often for them to have an actual home. The little cabin they were staying in now barely fit all of them, none of them really had actual beds.


The distant sound of gunshots startled her. She didn't realize that it was so early, that by now everyone was up. Gunshots weren't a good sign either. Her bright blue eyes flickered between the trees. There was no telling where they were coming from, how close they were, who it was. Her breathing sped up, panic and adrenaline filling her veins.


Then there it was. Nate's howl. Unmistakeable. Something was very, very wrong. Her feet picked up, kicking back snow and dirt. He wouldn't howl like that unless there was trouble. Between that and the gunshots, Hunt was terrified. Suddenly, the white snow below her became stained with red color of blood. Her eyes left the ground beneath her and fixated on the little clearing of their cabin. Multiple dead bodies, mostly in uniform, but there was one body that Hunt recognized immediately. That platinum blonde hair and now glassy blue eyes were undoubtedly Allie's. Iron filled her mouth as Hunt bit down hard on her lip, doing her best to not cry.


Allie. Sweet, precious Allie. Allie, who had been her best friend for ages. Allie, the only person who even knew about Hunt's feelings about their leader. Allie, who Hunt could trust with anything.


The sound of a body hitting a wall brought Hunter back to the reality she was facing. There were still officers here. Good God. Lucas was standing between an officer and Nate, who was currently bleeding out into the snow, the white turned scarlet. There was no use in her shifting, she wouldn't be of much use as a tiny little blonde fox. She damn sure knew how to use the switch blade she always kept in her boots. The officer wouldn't be expecting her, and despite his height difference, Hunter knew she could slit his throat easily from behind.


She slinked closer to the man, who was too focused on the fox and wolf before him to give a damn about the tiny blonde creeping up behind him. Her breathing slowed and became more shallow, producing less steam in the air. She pulled in a final breath as she stepped up right behind him, making eye contact with the fox, praying he wouldn't do anything to give her away. She pushed up onto the tip of her toes, blade in hand, and pulled the slick metal across the man's throat. Sticky blood covered her hand, staining the white painted wood of the knife's handle. She grimaced and let out a breath of relief. She had never been a fighter, never would be. After all, there was a reason she was a healer-in-training and not a warrior.


"Please, dear God, tell me there aren't any more of them hiding around here. If not, we need to get out of here. Now. I'd really rather not have to watch any more people die today."


@Cyber Wolf @cucumbers

 

[Tasteless]

(They barely actually in the cabin, yet close enough.)


Nate slowly got to his paws, enduring the bleeding from his slashed stomach. It wasn't deep enough to even need stitches, yet would scar. He looks to Hunter with his dark eyes. "Everyone who can, run. Head North, they will expect us all to be dead. We need to leave before enforcements arrive. Go!" He barked, showing his teeth in slight warning as to not disobey his order.

 

[Crono]

Tyson's shoulders nearly sagged when Garrett said that he hadn't made it, but he smiled non-the less because their location was known and he wasn't alone anymore. When the man couldn't recollect his name Ty chuckled a little, it wasn't much of a surprise with what little time they'd all had with each other. But Tyson sought the memories of those like him, in those moments where they we're allowed a semblance of normalcy and could be somewhat social. He'd done his best to remember names and faces of anyone who wasn't one of the scientist or enforces from the place but found it difficult. And during that short little period after they'd all escaped, before he'd been separated, Tyson held onto those to recollect from.


Though Garrett's request had Tyson arching a brow curiously he didn't argue, "Tyson, m-my names Tyson. Or Ty if that makes it easier." The boy shrugged and caught the knapsack awkwardly before sliding it on his back with a nod. "Yeah I had some near run-in's on the way here too. I honestly thought I would've been caught by now..." The thought made Tyson shiver as he took a step to follow Garrett, nearly bumping into him when the older stopped. Ty nearly asked why but the howl was clear and Tyson understood that it was the others...and something was so very wrong. The teen's breathing quickened to little exhales and he felt his hands going clammy before tightening them into fists, "W-what do we do?" Doing his best not to sound like he was panicking, because he was in fact panicking. "We have to do something? Right?" Stepping around the larger man to look him in the eye.


Tyson would rather sit and wait before going...honestly, he was afraid of what they we're going to find...afraid of what they wouldn't find. He'd finally caught up, and the others we're probably running again...or worse. No... He told himself, You got this far you don't stop now! "We keep moving." He spoke hesitantly, answering his own question before turning himself to face away from Garrett and keep moving.


@Whisker

 

[Xx-Katherine-xX]

Hunter frowned at Nate's order. She hated that he expected her to drop everything and just leave him like that. It was ridiculous. She met his dark eyes, his bared teeth having little to effect on her. She had seen that face a million times, and knew that in the face of an enemy it was a threat, however, when used on her it was simply a warning sign. She knew they needed to go, that was plain to see. She wouldn't, however, run off without him. Allie was gone and she sure as hell wasn't about to leave Nate for dead too.


"You know good and well that I'm not leaving without you, asshole," she mumbled with a fierce glint in her eyes. 'She may be small but she is but fierce,' had always applied to the blonde. She might be little, but she was about as stubborn as a bull.


@Cyber Wolf

 

[Whisker]

"We have to do something? Right?"


Garrett stopped swearing and looked down at Tyson. Taking a deep breath, he nodded his head vigorously and broke out into a brisk trot.


"You bet your ass we're doing something."


Or at least we're gonna try.





The trot soon became a breakneck run as they hit the softer piles of snow that marked the boundary of their territory. Taking a moment to catch his breath, Garrett stopped and knelt to examine the disturbed area around them. He could make out some paw prints from his pack mates (most likely from the hunting party), but they were few and far between. Human combat-style boots was the main addition to the area and they were all pointing in the opposite direction of the paw prints right to ... their cabin.


His face darkened as everything became clear.


"Those goddamn sons of bitches ... "


Eyes blazing, he removed the rifle from his back and held it out before him. Upon making sure it was loaded, he nodded curtly towards Ty.


"Let's go ... hopefully we can still make it in time to be useful."


And by useful he meant to put the fear of god into them with some hopefully well placed shots from behind. Garrett took the rifle in both hands and started out in that run again, making a conscious effort to be careful of where he stepped. The noises were getting louder now and the chances of ruining their ambush and putting their own asses in hot water was getting statistically higher. Once they actually got into familiar territory before the cabin, Garrett signaled to Ty to quit running altogether so as to keep it quiet.


"We're getting close to the cabin now ... Help me find a place to set up. If we can, we'll take a few out here ... or scare them ... or I dunno."


He hadn't had a lot of practice with shooting anything like this. It wasn't like the government guns at all. But if it helped the pack, he was up for taking a few shots so long as they were away from any of the pack members.





@Crono