Wolf
Bitten Werewolf | Unaffiliated
Location: Hunting Trail
Mentions: Sasha

Wolf was oblivious to smell and sight with his nose in the earth, but he could hear better than most creatures. The panics caws of the raven meant nothing to him, just sounds, as were the tiny shuffling of mice, the buzzing of insects, distant barks. It was insignificant noises. The gasped "no" was not insignificant. His ears turned towards the sound, quickly followed by the rest of him. He was met with the frightened look of prey. The human held a bow tightly, an arrow already notched. Wolf remembered the sting of arrows. He remembered pulling them out and the wounds they left. He stared at the arrows and sniffed, trying to find the bitter smell that they coated arrows in and was relieved at its absence. Though the weapon was still a threat, Wolf could hardly view this creature as such. It was short, soft, fearful. He felt the strange need to comfort the creature. He turned to his pile of dirt and picked up a nice root, the kind he'd seen boar dig up. Clasped between his teeth, he took a few steps towards the human and dropped the gift before scooting back. Yes, humans like food. The human would like the root. He mentally patted himself for being so smart.

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Jasper
Weredog - Doberman Pinscher|Galeladus Guardian Warrior
Location: Bear Tooth river
Mentions: The hoard of doggos

Jasper watched as their leader bounded into the forest after the vampire. He knew he should follow but... He turned his head to the dead human. He didn't even know the man's name. Jasper could feel guilt tugging at his heart strings. Sure, the guy had been out there in the middle of the night, but he should have protected him. His mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything. He couldn't admit to the fault. His head turned away from the body in shame. He could hear Phineas asking what they could do, the windhound's voice sounding distant, almost lost.

Before he could stop himself, the words were out, "We should take him to town at least. It's not right to leave him here." Jasper glanced uncomfortably at the body. "I just need to get my clothes, can't head back naked, right?" He forced out a laugh and padded towards the forest. He realised the mistake he'd made, seducing some strange human, away from any kind of safety, and not even guarding them properly. He could feel fear rise like tendrils, tangling around his organs. He couldn't let anyone know he was the reason the human was dead. As he passed a bush, he noticed a pile of clothing. It wasn't his, and it wasn't the human's. He knew Cole had been out here so maybe it was his. Either way, he couldn't go back to the clearing, it'd draw too much attention. It seemed wrong, but Jasper had little choice. He shifted and quickly pulled on the pants, shirt, and boots, leaving the armour, before hurrying back to the river. He'd have to get into town and change before Cole returned. Maybe burn the clothes for good measure. He bent and set the body over his shoulder. It felt heavy, unimaginably so for its size, as if the weight of death drew it towards the earth.

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Xavier Mortimer
Human | Huntsmen Cadet
Location: Deep in the Dark Woods
Mentions: Artair

Xavier stared at the creek with anxiety. It didn't look particularly deep, but some were deceptive and had undercurrents that would quickly pull you down. He dipped a hand in to test the depth, but recoiled at the frigid temperatures. If he fell in, he'd quickly freeze. Maybe Artair didn't need fish? He glanced back at the werewolf hopefully, but realised they were both on the skinny side. No, he'd need to string the net if he wanted to keep his pet. He sighed and looked over the creek for some way across and spied a number of rocks that barely jutted above the water and one that seemed to tower. That was the way across. He'd need something as a safety net thoug- he looked at the net. Perfect. Wasting no time, he found a large solid branch and hammered it into the ground. He tied one end of the net around and held tight to the other. Xavier gave a worried glance to the wolf.

"Hey boy, I need you to make sure this doesn't move, ok? I'm going to head across and do the same on the other side. I'll be back soon, it's not far." Xavier turned back to the river. It looked a lot wider than it did before, and were those eels? He watched as one of the eels launched itself at a fish and swallowed it in a cloud of red. He gulped, suddenly a lot less certain about crossing. With a firm grasp on the net, he edged over the bank, a single foot extended towards the first stone. He made contact and slowly brought his weight on top. One small step for food. He let the net out a bit, giving himself more distance. The second stone was larger, easily able to fit his whole body. He smirked. This would be easy. Xavier reached out for the next stone, straining to touch it. His first foot slipped into the water. Visions of eels tearing his foot off sprung to his mind and he screamed, jumping for the second stone. He felt solid rock beneath for a second before he slipped and fell, a sharp pain running from his backside up. He quickly realised that he was covered in a green slime that once covered the rock. The smell wafted up and he cringed.

Xavier glanced back at Artair and waved reassuringly, trying to keep a brave face. He turned to stare at the next rock and felt his stomach drop. The rock was more like a boulder, the base lay far beneath the clear water. The entire thing was covered in shell fish, each one looking sharper than the last. Some of the barnacles were as large as his hand, the edges of which were broken and jagged in some places. Between the large barnacles were hundreds of tiny ones, jutting out from the rock like little razors. Just looking at it made Xavier's skin feel ten times softer and more vulnerable. He couldn't help the fearful look that crossed his face. He reached out a trembling hand to touch the rock, but the barnacles seemed to fall off with the softest of touches. He let out a laugh and cleared them off before skirting around to the bank. He hammered in another stake and tied the net around, twanging the top a few times to ensure it was taut. He grinned and sprung to the barnacle rock, full of confidence.
His foot dipped below the water and he quickly realised that the barnacles down there hadn't died. They were still very sharp. He retracted his foot quickly at the sting of pain and edged across to the slimy stone where he sat and inspected the damage. A number of shallow cuts and a few deep ones along the sole. He realised with horror that one of them had a barnacle lodged in it. With a wince, he pulled it out. Blood poured across the rock and into the water, attracting small fish. He could feel himself getting light headed, more from shock than actual blood loss. He looked at his pant leg. It was damp, but the fabric would help. He used the broken-off barnacle to cut the leg of the pant into a bandage and tied it around his foot. Satisfied, he looked back across the bank to Artair with a grin that quickly faded.

[ Cole Pérez García ]
Male ◘ 36 ◘ Weredog - Greyhound ◘ Galeladus Guardians ◘ Leader
Location: Bear Tooth River ◘ Mentions: {Directly} Grant, Moza, Xena, Phineas / {Indirectly} Jasper

Despite his best efforts to stay on the beast’s trail, it wasn’t long before Grant escaped the pack. Cole skidded to a halt, glaring into the trees with a furious glare. There was no sight nor scent of the vampire left to follow. “Damn it!” He barked, losing his temper in his frustration. A rare occasion for the usually level-headed leader. Galeladus hadn’t lost a human to supernatural forces in nearly ten whole years before the last month. Now he’d just let that boy’s murderer escape without a single crime paid for. No doubt the poor chap hadn’t been his first kill.

He turned dejectedly away from the Dark Woods, calling off the chase and avoiding eye contact with the other dogs as he headed back to the bush where he’d hidden his clothes. Jasper’s recent scent filled his nose and he was confused for only a split second before realizing his clothes were gone. Presumably stolen by his packmate for whatever reason. He blinked tiredly before returning to the riverbank. The body was gone, but Moza and a few of the others still lingered. “We should return to the city,” he murmured softly before padding past them..

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[ Richard Phoenix ]
Male ◘ 27 ◘ Weredog - Silken Windhound ◘ Galeladus Guardians ◘ Warrior
Location: Dark Woods ◘ Mentions: {Directly} Wyclef

Richard huffed, keeping his jaws clamped firmly shut in refusal. Like hell he was sharing his name with a stranger. Should he be more grateful? Most likely, but Richard was nothing if not stubborn. He was certain this werewolf was only aiding him because he had ulterior motives. ’Why else should he care if I live or die? The first thing his mind jumped to was being kept as a hostage, traded in exchange for something else once he was well. At the very least considering the reasoning behind his ‘rescue’ kept his mind working and away from the shadows threatening to consume his very being.

Wyclef’s voice drew him from his dark thoughts and he pushed himself back onto his paws. He suppressed a grunt as the other male slid beneath him, lifting him off the ground and heading off to wherever he was taking him. Though Wyclef started at slow a slow pace the experience was still uncomfortable and sent waves of pain rushing up his leg. The laugh erupting from Wyclef’s maw soon after was mistaken for amusement at his agony, but he didn’t have enough energy left to express his displeasure for the belittlement or bite. One of Wyclef’s ears was within close range and looking especially tempting right about now.

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[ Faith Darkwood ]
Female ◘ 24 ◘ Werewolf - British Columbian Wolf ◘ Dark Wood Wolves ◘ Alpha
Location: Camp ◘ Mentions: {Directly} Aurora, Rafael, Vendetta

Faith was pleased by the admittance of guilt if nothing else, Aurora didn’t even attempt to hide what she had done, but her expression remained hard and her gaze ice cold. The other woman’s reasoning for her disobedience was understandable. If she had not been the one in charge she might have even found herself nodding in agreement. Everything changed when Faith was named alpha in her parents’ place. No wolf would have dared even entertain the thought of going against a direct order under her father’s reign. He punished with lashing claws and snapping teeth, leaving disobedient pack members bloodied and bruised in the wake of his rage.

Her lip started to curl over her teeth as Aurora continued babbling, but another thought abruptly entered her mind, causing her to pause. ’Do you really want to be just like father?’ She already knew the answer to that question. Turning away from Aurora, she leaped back atop the boulder, waiting a moment longer before speaking again. “Though you disobeyed the law by acting against my word, you had the pack’s best interests in mind. For that, I will forgive your actions, but do not doubt if you ever do anything so foolish without my permission again, you will be punished. I won’t let this fish go to waste, though it was not ours to take. Pass it around and take your seat,” she ordered, forcing a resolute tone to her voice.

“These rules are in place for a reason. Not for the humans benefit, but for ours. They are meant to protect us,” she continued, leveling Aurora with a serious stare. “We must not take from the humans or cross their precious river. They will find any excuse to blame us for their troubles.” She resisted the urge to glance at Rafeal though she desperately wanted to, anxious to know if he agreed with her decision, but knowing it would look bad if the alpha looked to her beta for confirmation. “This brings us to our next topic. What Aurora says is true. Our territory’s prey has begun diminishing thanks to man’s overhunting. Over the next few days we will survey the land. If there is any sustainable prey left to be found we must protect the population and help it flourish. If not…” He voice trailed off for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty passing over her expression. “We will deal with that then.” She caught a glimpse of Vendetta slipping in among the pack while lecturing Aurora, but chose not to comment on the young wolfdog's tardiness in the face of more important issues.

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[ Arvia Jäger ]
Female ◘ 28 ◘ Vampire - Ghost Bat ◘ Guild of Vampires ◘ Adviser
Location: Abandoned Mansion ◘ Mentions: {Directly} Lynda, Gabriel, Siobhan / {Indirectly} Dominique

Lynda’s arrival in the hall hadn’t gone unnoticed, the sound of floorboards creaking under bare feet melting some of the tensity in the air as the girl disappeared into another room and returned a minute or so later. “The usual,” Arvia replied with an airy wave of her hand. “Dom was being an idiot and upset the master.” Part of her felt like a poor friend for leaving him on his own, hoping he wouldn’t get into too much trouble on his own. ’Tough love. He needs to learn I won’t support every ridiculous idea that pops into his mind,’ she assured herself silently to sooth her guilt.

“He means well...” Arvia attempted in Dom’s defense considering he wasn’t around to defend his own honor. “He just lacks tact.” She was relieved to see Gabriel was looking less shamefaced, and upon sensing no anger from him she moved closer to join Siobhan at his doorstep. “He’ll be in a tizzy if we plan anything without him,” she warned, though not even a second had passed before a mischievous smirk crossed her features. “So, what did you have in mind boss?”

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[ Devdan Malhotra ]
Male ◘ 25 y/o ◘ Human ◘ Galeladus Huntsmen ◘ Huntsman
Location: Dark Woods - Ryder’s Cabin ◘ Mentions: {Directly} Ryder

A soft sigh of disappointment escaped the huntsman as he stared down at yet another failed attempt at breakfast, the meal he’d so painstakingly cooked over the fire pit burned along the edges. ’I’ve already gone through way too many eggs. Ryder will kill me if I waste even one more.’ Death by rampaging werewolf wasn’t exactly an end he was in any hurry to experience so he concluded burnt eggs and bread was as good a breakfast as any. Ryder already knew he wasn’t much of a cook anyway. It was the thought that counted surely?

Devdan was his family’s main provider now that his mother had grown too old and frail to continue her work as a seamstress, but his younger sister Anisha often did most of the cooking in her place. The girl’s mocking, yet affectionate voice always rang through his head in moments like this. ’I won’t leave the nourishment of our kin in your hands, or we’re likely all to be dead by nightfall.” He brought the crispy food into the kitchen after putting out the fire, leaving it at the table for when Ryder returned to the cabin. He knew he’d need to be getting back to Galeladus soon if he didn’t want the other huntsmen to suspect he’d been away from home all night.

The clunk of boots against wood told him the cabin’s owner had arrived just on time from his morning chores around the farm and Devdan waited, ears straining to pick up even the littlest sound after. Ryder was being purposefully silent so he must be up to something. A small, knowing grin tugged at the edges of his mouth and he turned his back on the kitchen entrance as he busied himself with cleaning up the mess he’d made preparing their meal. Whatever the werewolf had in mind, he’d let him have his way. Just this once.

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[ Artair Croft ]
Male ◘ 29 ◘ Bitten Werewolf - Timber Wolf ◘ Loner
Location: Deep in the Dark Woods ◘ Mentions: {Directly} Xavier

Artair’s previous enthusiasm faded once he realized Xavier intended to cross the stream, whining in protest, but that didn’t stop the boy from leaping across the stepping stones in an attempt to reach the other side. The werewolf paced along the bank anxiously, but kept a close eye on the net to make certain Xavier’s courage wasn’t wasted. The further out he ventured the more Artair didn’t like it and he barked in a command for his small friend to come back. They would find food another way.

The moment he screamed Artair was splashing through the rushing water to reach him, though he didn’t make it in time to prevent the fall. Before he was even halfway across the boy was waving back at him reassuringly and after a moment of deliberation he returned to his side of the bank to tend to the net. It seemed as if he’d barely touched solid ground before Xavier was in trouble again. The coppery tang of blood drifted to his nose and this time he didn’t let any smiles or waves stop him from charging across the stream to sniff at the wound and attempt to lick it clean even through the bandage.

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[ Albion Jäger ]
Male ◘ 18 ◘ Vampire - Ghost Bat ◘ Unaffiliated (For Now)
Location: Dark Woods ◘ Mentions: {Directly} None [Open] / [Indirectly] Grant

Hostile eyes trailed after Grant as he disappeared further into the forest, their owner repulsed by the scent of death that clung to the older vampire. Albion considered following him, but he had little reason to risk his own skin over something that couldn't be helped. By the time he had reached the riverbank the man was nearly dead and he wasn't sticking around to see the dogs reaction to a second vampire in the area. The still strong reek of human blood made his stomach growl with hunger and a rush of shame washed over him. He needed to feed again. Plunging into the forest and away from the river, he sought out an animal to satisfy his thirst for the time-being. He would need a human sooner rather than later, but now wasn't the time, besides, he hadn't had any time to scope out a potential victim yet. He had to be certain he picked someone healthy and strong so there wasn't any chance of an accidental death.

~Moza Patcheart~
| Weredog/ Berger Picard |Female Medic |
Human Form | Location: Forest Near Bear Tooth River
Mentions: Cole, Grant, Phineas, Jasper, Xena

At the sound that whispered from the trees, Moza's past instincts kicked to life. The gaze of the vampire would be met with the the doctor's dark blue gaze. Mo's eyes would be clinical, filled neither with hatred, nor affection. Usually the female would be more welcoming, but the circumstances were grim to say the least. Vampires had no need to kill in order to live.

Turning away and closing the dead man's eyes, Moza showed no sign of joining the hunt. It would be unwise. Power. Perhaps the Vampire's reasons for killing the man were reasonable, perhaps not. No matter the circumstances it was best to learn more about the individual in case he came after the doctor's own .

Moza had never before seen the dead man, which meant he was likely a newcomer...or had only ever went to Dorian for treatment which was not unheard of. He would need to be buried, and next of kin found if possible.

As Phineas came to stand beside her, Moza looked up in time to see the weredog catch the dead man's gaze.

Dragging a hand through rain drenched hair, the woman shook her head slightly. "The only thing we can do for him now, is try and locate his kin and give him a respectful burial." Slowly getting to her feet as Jasper took the body away, Moza rested a hand on Phineas shoulder catching his gaze in an attempt to comfort the younger man before turning her attention to Xena.

"A vampire apparently, though if you wish for details you will have to ask after Cole himself."

As Cole trotted into the clearing, still in canine form, Moza gestured after the retreating form of their leader. The man wanted them to follow...no doubt he would want to speak to everyone of this tragedy. The chieftain's shoulders were heavy with the loss of the predator...stranger or not Moza knew that this particular death weighed heavier on the greyhound's shoulders than it did her own.

Walking up beside Cole, Moza glanced at her friend before turning her gaze forward. The healer would keep her peace...these things took time to recover from. Thank the stars.



OOC: Yes I know it is kinda blaaagy...I will make up for it eventually :))))))))))

{Wyclef Snow}
Male❉Werewolf - Grey Wolf❉Dark Wood Wolves❉Subordinate❉Locat: Dark Woods --> Cabin❉Ment: Richard
Wyclef's chatter died down as they drew closer and closer to the pack's camp, the cabins a bit scattered around. Luckily for them the wolfs cabin was slightly separated from everyone else with a back door out of any direct sight. He hoped his tense nature relayed to the dog on his back that this was no time for any sudden noises as they moved through the shadows of the trees. Reaching the back door and getting inside would be the easy part, keeping the weredog protected from then on might prove to be a challenge. Wyclef reached the door and nosed it open, he had no fear of anyone coming and raiding his stuff so it was normally unlocked.

As he made his way inside he shifted the other off his shoulders and proceeded to shift back into human form. He carefully lifted the other once more, holding the dog to his bare chest as he entered his bedroom. The werewolf laid the golden dog on his bed before going to his dresser and grabbing some clothes. "I sure hope these fit you, can't really go around stealing more." He shifted his own shirt over his head after pulling on some pants before turning and laying a stack of clothes on the edge of the bed. Wyclef moved to sit on a chair situated at a desk pressed to the same wall as the bed, he turned back to his new guest. "It would be nice if I could have that name now. Since I saved your life and all."

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{Elliot Shrike}
Male𐇯Werewolf - Eurasian Wolf𐇯Dark Wood Wolves𐇯Shaman𐇯Locat: Camp𐇯Ment: Toxa
Elliot glanced up at his apprentice, the younger man was one of the few people the shaman would openly care for. Elliot had a good understanding of Toxa and knew often the best thing to do was give him space. He made a point not to look at the brown haired man's hand's, knew not to draw any attention to them. "My trip was fine, thank you. A little achy but nothing bad." Elliot lied, he was in a lot more pain than he had previously suggested. He limped over to the other and carefully set his bag down in front of the other. "How about a quiet morning of sorting?" The ghost of a smile crossing his face.

Elliot moved away and went over to where they kept a teapot set up, picking a few of the dried herbs from the wall behind it. He pulled out the small clasp strainers and filled them with his selection, placing an extra piece of dried comfrey root in his. Pouring hot water into the cups with the strainers he waited for them to steap, putting back the unused herbs as he did so. Once he was done he removed the strainers and disposed of the used herbs. Elliot grabbed two small pieces of honeycomb and plopped one in his cup as he returned to Toxa's side. He placed the youngers cup next to him on the table with the honeycomb, leaving it up to him whether to use it or not. The older werewolf moved over to his own bench and took the moment to enjoy his brew.

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{Sasha Elkheart}
Female♥Human♥Galeladus Huntsman♥Huntsman♥Locat: Hunting Trail♥Ment: Wolf
Sasha was practically not breathing as the bitten werewolf turned to her, seeming more interested in her weapon than her. She took the moment to study him as he turned around, she should have been running but something kept her in place. When he turned back and put something in front of her she realized he was offering it as a gift, quickly picking it up so as not to seem rude (Could he even contemplate rudeness?). She looked at the root for a second before recognizing it as Burdock and a soft laugh bubbled from her mouth which she quickly covered. "Thank you, I shall give this to our healer." The huntswoman quickly packed it into her bad but stopped for a second, she should give him something in return.

She reached for the lunch she had packed, a venison and cheese sandwich, taking out half she held it out to him. This was probably a bad idea, holding a hand full of food out to the werewolf but she hadn't really thought of that. Her raven tried to sit on her arm and take the food from her but was quickly shooed away.

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[ Phineas Phoenix ]
Male ◘ 23 ◘ Weredog - Silken Windhound ◘ Galeladus Guardians ◘ Tracker
Location: Bear Tooth River ◘ Mentions: {Directly} Moza, Xena, Jasper / {Indirectly} Cole, Ninka, Dorian, Rowan

The healer's words confirmed his fears. There was no hope for the man. Phineas' head lowered in disappointment and he averted his gaze from the dead man's eyes as he faded from the world of the living. It wasn't long before Xena had caught up with them, but he barely heard a word the she-dog said, or Moza's response. He didn't share the same hatred for vampires or werewolves that some of the other weredogs did, even if his brother seemed more inclined to share the pack's prejudices, but right now it was hard not to feel anger toward the vampire who had done this.

Was it really so easy to drain the life out of another being? How did they live with themselves Moza's hand on his shoulder jolted Phineas out of his thoughts, and he stared up at the older weredog briefly before moving to follow her back to the city. He was uncharacteristically quiet the whole journey, falling into step beside Xena.

As they padded back through the meeting clearing Phineas didn't even cringe at the sight of his dirtied, ruined clothes mixed with Xena's in the mud where they had left them. Ninka was here now and the look on Rowan's muzzle was reproachful, but he offered no explanation before settling back down beneath the tree. Waiting for Cole to call a pack meeting.

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[ Cole Pérez García ]
Male ◘ 36 ◘ Weredog - Greyhound ◘ Galeladus Guardians ◘ Leader
Location: Bear Tooth River ◘ Mentions: {Directly} Moza, Ninka / {Indirectly} Jasper, Church and the Huntsmen

As Cole padded back toward Galeladus with Moza walking beside him he was grateful for her silent company, and for the lack of any further accusations on her part. As they reached the clearing he made his way over to Ninka, motioning her a bit away from the others for further privacy even if he was speaking to her through a private mind link.

"A vampire dropped a body at the Beartooth River. The poor fellow isn't going to make it. Please gather the rest of the pack and have them meet here so I can speak to everyone. I'm going home to change, but I'll return shortly."

He had lost sight of Jasper on the way back and wasn't sure where the Doberman had gotten off to, but he wasn't going to stand around waiting for his subordinate to return his clothes. "If you can, find Church and tell him to bring his huntsmen. They should hear this as well," he added grimly over his shoulder before sprinting off toward his house.

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[ Richard Phoenix ]
Male ◘ 27 ◘ Weredog - Silken Windhound ◘ Galeladus Guardians ◘ Warrior
Location: Dark Woods ◘ Mentions: {Directly} Wyclef

A sense of foreboding fell over the Windhound and he grew so silent one might have thought he'd passed out. Why had the wolf brought him so close to his camp? He should have just taken him to the river where he could hopefully more safely call for his packmates! Now they were at risk of being discovered and Richard doubted Wyclef's alpha would be happy with him for bringing a dog home. What would he or she do if they found him?

Thankfully the herbs Wyclef had given him were finally doing him some good, and though his mind was still foggy with pain he was more awake than he had been previously. Enough to be mildly uncomfortable with the werewolf's sudden bareness in his presence now. As he was left on the bed and the other male changed he busied himself with looking anywhere else until he was certain Wyclef was fully clothed.

His muzzle wrinkled into a sneer at the implication he owed the stranger a name, and his blue eyes narrowed. "If you want me to change then turn around and give me some privacy. Maybe then we'll talk," he demanded stiffly.

((These are pretty short this time and I do apologize, but I was at a loss for what to write for most of these guys.))

|Dorian Quinn|
|Male|26|Weredog - Alaskan Malamute|Galeladus Guardians|Healer|
|Location: Galeladus|Mentions: Rowan, Ninka, Phineas (Directly), Eveyone Else (Indirectly)|

Large, sodden paws shifted slightly away as Rowan pressed her head against Dorian's side, muzzle squished into the bigger dogs coat. Dorians' posture was stiff and tense at the other dogs touch but he forced himself to relax and establish a mental link back to Rowan to accept her apology. It's not as if the females shaking had truly wet his fur more than his romp in the woods and river had, after all he was covered in a thick layer of mud. A soft side to side swish of his tail was, in his opinion, more than enough to show Rowan that he accepted her apology regardless of if she actually needed to apologize or not (not in his case). He gave Ninka a nod in return as she walked away from his and Rowan's sides and promptly closed the mental barriers around his mind.

Dorian never did like the feel of other dogs pressing so close to his mind, it didn't matter if they were pack or not, to him it was off putting and a little invasive. He'd open them back up if Cole or one of the deputies asked him to directly but for the moment he was content to leave them closed. As more pack members returned to the meeting place Dorian cast about a look to see all who had showed, and as usual Clay was either late or had forgotten about the meeting altogether once again. His younger brother never was one to be on time. With a snort and a shake of his head Dorian decided to go sit next to Phineas, they were on friendly enough terms, and the other male didn't tend to talk his ears off.

~Moza Patcheart~
| Weredog/ Berger Picard |Female Healer|
Human Form | Location: Galeladus
Mentions: All Z Peoplz

Moza parted ways with Cole and the rest of the group as they arrived at the meeting place, steps bringing the Weredog over to a rather large tree which she leaned against. What a busy day...and not the good type of busy. Once Cole announced the kill there would not doubt be weredogs, or humans, who wished to hunt down the Vampire. And that would accomplish? What? Revenge? Satisfaction? Justice? A warning? Moza herself new how 'warnings' went...every line drawn in the sand had to be stepped over...if for nothing other than curiosity. Perhaps she was getting cynical though...perhaps the pack would try and contact the vampire's in the area, and not immediately start a witch hunt.

Better to find the reason behind the killing, than to enact revenge. Better to try and find peace, than start a war that no one would ultimately win. Wars never had a winner. A cliche' way of thinking, perhaps, but something that Moza had to believe in for her own sake.

She had already discovered that war was not an answer...if peace was not as well?

What would be the point of existence.

(OC: Moza is open for interaction...hopefully sooner rather then later as she can get pretty depressing and philosophical if left alone after something like this happens. ;)

Gabriel
Vampire | Vampire Master
Location: Mansion
Mentions: Lynda, Siobhan, Arvia

Gabriel adopted a conspiratorial look at his adviser's approval (and lack of) at his suggestion of a plan. He grinned at the gathering and looked around the hall in mock suspicion of eavesdroppers. He beckoned them closer and spoke in a low voice.
"Lynda, I cannot believe you would think my plans foolish. I am a wise master, a smart master, a master of many talents. And my brethren, we have spent such time, such efforts, such injury on our prey, have we not?" A raised eyebrow at the group, assuring them that they had, in fact, spent all these things. "Less and less of our prey go out unsupervised by either the dogs or the huntsmen. If we were wolves, we could simply form a pack and tear the protectors apart, but, alas, we are not. I propose that we find some... lost little sheep... and offer them a paddock in the form of our beautiful mansion." He gestured sarcastically to the hole in the floor that allowed a glimpse into the lounge room below.
"We would roster our feedings on our pet, ensuring that it is not left entirely drained. We keep it alive, happy, and healthy. If all goes to plan, perhaps the dogs and hunters will think we've taken our last and moved on, leaving us in peace to feed for many years." Gabriel gave a short bow, indicating the end of his speech. "Any questions, my dears?"

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Fulke Church
Human | Huntsmen Leader
Location: Galeladus
Mentions: NPC Fishermen and Doggo gathering

Church had spent a while trying to settle the fishermen and reassure them that he would personally go collect their gear. In truth, he had no idea if he'd be able to. The river had a tendency to rise quickly and wash over the banks whenever there was rain upstream. He'd have no idea if the items were still by the shore or if the town downstream was fishing up rods. A frown set across his brow. The downstream village had tried to sell them back their rods before, usually at tenfold the price they were worth. They had little concern for the problems of their neighbours. The only comfort was how quickly they would come running to Galeladus for help if the wolves or vampires moved downriver.
A sharp howl cut through the walls of the tavern. It seemed like the dogs were calling a meeting. Church quickly excused himself from the fishermen and headed towards the noise. He despised that the dogs could summon him like this, like he was the dog and they were the masters, but he had little choice in the matter. He had to attend the meeting, whether he liked it or not. Ahead he could already see the gathering of hounds. Many of them were still dogs, a variety of mutts in every shape, colour, and size imaginable. A few stood as humans, but he could tell what they were. He grit his teeth to avoid scowling at them. He'd always despised their ability to take human form but every time he saw them, he couldn't help how his skin crawled. Why couldn't they just stay dogs?
Church quickly identified Ninka in the crowd, but a quick glance around the crowd revealed that their leader was missing. He frowned at the absence but went to stand beside the deputy. Though she was a tall dog, she lacked the weight of her breed. It seemed that most weredogs were like that, either more or less than they were supposed to be, but never quite right. He took a calming breath and kept an eye on the gathering dogs, waiting for Cole to arrive so the meeting could start.