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Post by Guillotine on Jul 3, 2014 19:48:28 GMT -5
Guillotine took in a long deep breath, Inhaling all the fresh smells that dwelled within the forest. The large beast had his nose lifted skyward, looking as if he were about to howl. He seemed to lift himself up onto the tips of his paws. Stretching a bit, he relished every last particle that streamed into his nose. Oh, did he ever miss this lovely aroma. The smell of the forest was nostalgic. Each breath brought his memories to life. The woes of his existence had almost disappeared now that he was in the forest. He knew that deep down this was where he belonged. Back in the city it was so crowded and smelly. The smell of smog that hung thick in the air didn’t help the experience of city life. It was nothing like the sweet scent of the forest.
Perhaps Jesse could smell it too? The sweet smell of freedom. Ah, thats right Jesse was with him. If it hadn’t been for this stunning realization Gil would have even forgotten he’d come to the forest with company. Tonight was going to be an interesting night. Guillotine had agreed to accompany Jesse on his new mission. This assignment hadn’t been the PIDA’s call, but Jesses’. Whether the PIDA new it or not the human wished to hone his mimic abilities. This would include transforming into Guillotine. What better place to do that then the woods?
Guillotine had also agreed to show the human everything he needed to know about being a hellhound. It would be like teaching a new pack mate how to hunt. Gil thought it would be simple enough. After all he’d been the leader of a pack before. He had missed those days. Back before they turned on him at least. His pack was like a family he never had. They looked out for each other, and took care of one another. It was a shame that time was gone now. Well, at least he had Jesse here to fill the void.
The air was cool during this time of night. Gil shuttered a bit. Surly, Jesse could feel it too. Guillotine wasn’t well equipped to deal with the colder weather. Once they got moving it would make the cold a bit more bearable. Despite the weather It felt good to be back in his old stomping ground. I had been ages since he’d last been here. With his head still looking skyward Guillotine’s beady blood red orbs caught sight of the full moon through the trees. It was a nice sight to see the moon out in full. This would give him a little extra light to see tonight. It was especially good for Jesse. This would be his first hunt. The large beast’s tail began to wag as he turned to his competition. Excitement began to bubble up from his soul. “Tonight is going to be a good night. I can feel it.”
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 3, 2014 20:47:42 GMT -5
Dear god this place was amazing! Jesse had never been this excited to be in a forest in all his life till this moment. As a human it was nothing more than a place full of trees, bugs, and things that wanted to eat you, and once you learned that the supernatural creatures from myth and legends existed the list of things that wanted to eat your sweet human butt grew bigger. But as a hellhound it was different, oh so different. Oh how he loved this place. After taking a few steps into the shelter of the woods Jesse started to get excited. There was so many smells here, so much that it was almost overwhelming. Not only were there a lot of smells, but each individual smell smelled so amazing to him. He couldn't help but sniff at everything, tail wagging so vigorously behind it you could barely see the damn thing as he pressed his nose in the dirt and trees around him. If this was enough to excite the beast that was Jesse than he would be in a real treat when he started his first hunt.
Ah yes, the hunt. This was the reason he was all the way out here in the first place. It had been a few weeks since Jesse and Guillotine agreed to do this. It had been Jesse's idea after an unexpected mission to train himself to be a better mimic. The training method was a lot simpler than it sounded. All he had to do was copy Guillotine's ability to change forms. It was pretty difficult for him to do at first, since Jesse had never had a good hand on his powers he constantly kept screwing up. But now he was starting to get the hang of it, he was able to turn into a hellhound for the past four days in a row. Was this just luck or was he finally getting the hang of it? He wasn't sure but he was glad for it. Since he was able to maintain this form for a few days that meant it was time to learn how to be a hellhound.
If taking Gil's form was only part of the training then learning how to be a hellhound took up the rest of it. It was a lot harder than Jesse had thought before he started his training. At that time he hadn't expected to end up with his roommate's killer instincts along with his form. He had done some dangerous things without realizing what he was doing. It had been a major problem that he needed to learn how to control. As well as other things. Jesse needed to know how to fight, track, and even hunt as a hellhound. There was no telling how useful those basic things would be for him in the future, so Jesse asked Gil to show him how to do it. Luckily for him Gil was more than happy to do so. And now they were here, on Jesse's first hunt. Both hounds were in a pretty good mood tonight. Jesse bounded over to Gil's side when he spoke up. “I know right? Man I can't wait to go hunting, this is going to be awesome!” He was totally with Gil on this one, tonight was going to be an awesome.
“It's awfully cold though.” Jesse couldn't help but shiver, even under the light of the full moon it was colder than he would have liked. That was one of the downsides to being like Gil, he wasn't warm blooded anymore. Instead of fur his hellhound form was protected by thick scales. They were good for protecting from light attacks but didn't do crap from fighting against the cold. Oh well, as cold as it was it didn't bother him too much with all these new smells Jesse's mind was too preoccupied to focus too much on the cold. “So what are we going to go after tonight? I smell all sorts of critters and they all smell delicious.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 3, 2014 21:20:37 GMT -5
At least Peter had remembered this time to leave work a whole lot earlier than the first time. So he had been able to make it into the words this time around. It still hurt just as badly as it did the first time but that was to be expected. The werewolf's ears perked to the different sounds here and his nose twitched to each new scent. This place was certainly better smelling than the junkyard he had been at the first time. Wandering around for a while, the werewolf searched for the companion he had before, where was she? Her scent was in these woods even if it was faint so she had to be here somewhere.
Coming to a halt two new scents came to his nose and it caused his ears to slant and hackles to raise slightly in confusion. What was that? Heading toward the scents he stayed hidden in the bushes by crouching down really low. They looked like a large dog of sorts though it didn't look like they had fur, just some hard looking things covering them. They were talking to each other though. Considering their appearance his curiosity couldn't help but get the better of him and thus he stood up.
Emerald gaze remaining on the two hellhounds. To them he would just be a random werewolf in the forest but considering he was still Peter and becoming a werewolf hadn't done anything to effect his right eye, if Guil looked close enough. He'd surely be able to see that it was duller than the left one. (ooc: I just...had blanks for this. I don't know why. Sorry for the bad post)
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Post by Guillotine on Jul 3, 2014 22:17:24 GMT -5
This was a nice change of pace. Being in the forest beat staying in Jesse’s home by a landslide. The trees, the air, everything seemed to welcome the two hellish beasts. Despite the chill it was a fairly nice night to be out. Jesse appeared to think so as well. Guillotine watched, amused, as the human bounded around like a rambunctious pup. He couldn’t help but to let a demonic chuckle stream from his maw. “Don’t get too excited, Jesse. We might not catch anything tonight. It’s been a while since I’ve last hunted for anything aside from the TV remote.” The hellhound lifted his head skyward once again and began to sniff. Jesse had the right idea to put his nose to the ground. Gil thought he would use the wind to see if it carried the scent of any game. There appeared to be a lot of fona out tonight. Not doubt the full moon made it easy for them to travel during the midnight hour. Deer especially used this to their advantage. Tonight, traveling in the moonlight would lead to their untimely demise.
In the future he planned on asking Jesse if they could sleep in the woods for a night or two. Seeing how well the human liked the forest he was sure to get a good response. Though, they would have to pick a warm day to do it on. Gil didn’t seem to be the only one affected by the cold. “Yeah, if you haven’t noticed you're not exactly covered in fur. I wouldn’t recommend staying out in the cold for too long. You will die. ” Gil said this in an unusually calm tone. For the moment he was preoccupied on locating any prey to really care.
The wind suddenly shifted and with it came a new scent. This was a smell that was all too familiar with Gil. Another canine was nearby. Guillotine’s body became noticeably tense. The pointed ears that stood atop his head began to lay flat against his skull. The hound’s tail also seemed to react to the intruder. It stood erect onto his backside. With a growl the hellhound turned his muzzle to the direction that the scent was coming from. “We have company.” The beast growled. Baring his fangs he glared daggers at the werewolf as it rose from the bush. It stood a few feet away, regardless Gil wouldn’t let this male interfere with his hunt. He had yet to notice the young wolf's eyes. With a sharp toothed snarl Gil asked, “Who the hell are you?” With his mind already influenced by Jesse’s presence, the male seemed a bit more protective than usual. Impatient Gil barked again, “Well, answer me! What are you doing in my territory!?”
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 4, 2014 1:05:44 GMT -5
“Dude, at this point I don't even mind if we don't get anything tonight. Its cool just being out here to stretch our legs ain't it?” Jesse chuckled. It really was nice to be out and free to roam around and do as he wished. That was the great thing about this forest, the two of them didn't need to worry about being spotted by anyone. They could run around just for the sake of running if they wanted to. Jesse definitely wanted to do some running tonight. Just like the first time he transformed his new body gave him an extra dose of energy that the man didn't have before. At least the energy was less in the destructive side for the moment. Still he would need to burn it off at some point. A run was a good alternative to a hunt if they weren't too successful tonight, but for now he was just content enough to check out all the new scents surrounding him.
Jesse put his nose back to the ground once more and started roaming away from Gil as the hound talked about the cold. “Don't be dumb and come out when its too cold, got it.” the man said as he continued sniffing around. He already figured out that much now that he was out here. The cold was bothersome as a human, it was probably worse as a hound. He already knew that from living with Gil. Though the male acted like a dog for the most part his habit of sunbathing and detest for the cold were the only reptilian parts to him. Jesse even had to go as far as to get Gil a heat lamp on the day they moved in together. This would be a problem for Jesse to deal with during cold days if he was ever able to mimic the hellhound when he wasn't around. At least he figured this out now rather than later. “Guess that means we won't be making any trips out here during winter huh?” that was a bit sad but it couldn't be helped. There was no way that they could go hunting in the snow without dying from the cold.
There was something on the ground that Jesse was sniffing that caught the man's attention enough to make him stop moving. Jesse stopped to look it over, it was tracks he was sure of it. A lot of them too. The scent that came off of them was recent, fresh enough to make his mouth water. Boy whatever left these tracks smelled delicious but what were they? “Hey I think I found us something.” Jesse studied the tracks closely, they looked like they could be made from hoof prints. Were they deer? It seemed like it, it wasn't as easy to tell since they were kind of mixed up together from the rest of the herd stepping over them but he was sure they were some kind of fauna. Jesse's tail wagged even faster than before. Jackpot! He found them some prey. “I think it's deer! Gil you should come over here and see this!” Guillotine didn't seem interested in his discovery however, since he made one of his own. Jesse's ears twitched when he heard his companion growling. The man looked up, his tail finally stopped moving at Gil's warning. The agent growled in turn as he bounded back to his packmate's side. He wasn't about to leave Gil alone if there was someone out there that might attack him.
When Jesse arrived he spotted what put his partner on edge. It was there a little ways away from them, a werewolf. It wasn't much of a surprise seeing a werewolf in the forest at this time at night, even then his presence was not welcome here. Gil wasn't the only one feeling territorial tonight. With Jesse's new dog instincts he had a better understanding of turf rules. He didn't like the idea of any canine walking through his territory just as much as Gil did. “You heard him.” Jesse snarled at the werewolf. “This is our turf, go find somewhere else to creep around.” If this place was Gil's territory by extension it was his as well. Gil was a part of his pack, if Gil claimed anything it was just as much his job to defend it as it was Gil's. He'd do what he could to protect it, even if that meant ripping this bastard's throat out to do it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2014 13:05:22 GMT -5
A slight snarl left the werewolf, directed at Guilotine when the hellhound started barking and snarling at him. Something....unpleasant stirred in the werewolf's head, a memory. One that the human side held and it wasn't a good one. The snarl was really defensive, ears flattened, and hackles raised slightly as the tail bristled behind him. Though hearing Jesse join in, one ear perked and the snarl subsided as the werewolf turned it's head so it's emerald gaze could land upon the other hellhound. But that canine had a odd scent to it, more of a human one than whatever form he was holding but that didn't really matter.
"If your's," The werewolf started in a slightly rough and choked voice, as if this was a difficult thing to do at the moment as he turned his gaze back to Guil. "Then why is her scent about these lands?"
As he spoke, he raised a large paw like hand and grasped hold a tree trunk next to him. Not putting too much pressure on it or anything as he stood there. Granted the scent of his comrade was weak due to her spending the last full moon with him in the junkyard mostly, but surely she was out here tonight? Her scent were still about.
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Post by Guillotine on Jul 4, 2014 13:52:51 GMT -5
Guillotine was pleased to see that Jesse would get a kick out of this experience. The human didn’t seem to care if they caught anything or not. Just being out in the forest, running free was good enough for him. It was then that Gil realized Jesse would make an excellent hellhound. The beast didn’t want his roommate to change back into a human. Gil was fond of Jesse’s hellish nature and how he embraced it. Suppose this had to do with the death of Gil’s pack? Since then Guillotine had been yearning for hellhound interaction. Now he was finally getting a taste of what he’d asked for.
Jesse seemed a bit down after hearing that they couldn’t go outside during the winter months. Gil shook his scaly head. Oh, he had a lot to learn. “It would be suicide to travel through the snow in your hellhound form. My pack and I used to run south for the winter.” Guillotine replied with a flick of his tail. Hellhound in general weren’t too fond of the cold to begin with. Gil’s condition only made living during the winter months more difficult, but not impossible. If it hadn’t been for the strange urge to come back to the city he and his pack would have stayed there in the tropics. Gil didn’t quite understand why they felt the powerful urge to come back. Perhaps it had something to do with the reason why his pack were sent there in the first place? For whatever reason, Gil was there to stay for the most part. The hound grinned. “ If you don’t want to leave the city then wear extra clothing in your human form. We can also share my heat lamp. It really isn’t all that hard to fight the cold. Just don’t be stupid and run into the snow in your party suit. Hell, that would be stupid even if you weren’t copying me.”
This bromance was suddenly interrupted by an intruder’s presence. Gil hadn’t been the only one to spot the werewolf. As soon as Gil began to show hostility towards their guest Jesse jumped on board without hesitation. Guillotine was pleased to see that Jesse was backing him up. If the human hadn’t copied Gil he would surely be yelling at him to calm down. Instead, the human was throwing his two cents in, telling the wolf to go away. The large supernatural didn’t listen. Was this canine foolish or what? Sure, he may have been a werewolf, but did he really think he would stand a chance against two full grown, male hellhound? It was only a matter of time until a fight broke out. Guillotine would savor the moment while it lasted.
Licking his maw, Guillotine listened to what the werewolf had to say. The large beast’s voice was raspy, but he did explain that this territory had a female’s scent all over it. With so many smells Gil hadn’t noticed. He then thought for a moment. Her scent? Did he mean Akeelah? Surely, there were other female beasts wandering through the woods, but Gil's mind automatically seemed to draw to the conclusion that this hound was talking about Akeelah. These woods were Akeelah's stomping ground after all. Guillotine and his ex mates territory did overlap quite a bit. Hell, Gil could remember marking on trees that lay in Akeelah’s territory. She never seemed to mind. Was it possible that he was talking about her? Guillotine’s body grew tense. An overprotective side began to rise from the hellhound. He boldly took a step towards the werewolf. Now that he had another hellhound to back him up he wouldn't be so forgiving of intruders.
As he did this something strange began to happen to him. His medication began to win over his instinct. When the medication flooded his system it made him think. Since entering the woods he hadn’t smelled the young shifter. If she was nearby her smell would have been the first thing he’d pick up on. This wolf couldn't have been talking about her, since her scent wasn’t around.
Realizing this Guillotine began to calm down. The male may have knocked his temper down a few notches but he still kept his guard up. He would have been a fool not too around a werewolf. By the way the intruder spoke it appeared that there was more than one of his kind in these woods. Not only that, but the land they were standing on was the female’s territory. “You must be mistaken…” Guillotine began, he trotted over to a near by tree. With a wrinkled muzzle, and a toothy grin he hiked his leg, marking his territory onto the tree trunk. In a way he appeared to be mocking the werewolf. When he finished up he gave the werewolf another warning growl. “This is my territory, mutt. I suggest you leave before my fangs find you.” The hellhound growled as he moved a bit closer to the werewolf. He lowered his head and bared his fangs. “You might want to pass that message along to your bitch. Just pray that we don’t find her first.”
Gil jumped back as the werewolf gripped onto the tree. The tall Were towered over the hellhound. With his fangs gleaming in the moonlight Gil was ready to attack when he noticed something odd. The wolf’s eyes. They were familiar. Gil’s growls ceased their dreaded tempo. Guillotine stood there with his head tilted to the side, confused. “Huh?” This wolf shared the same eyes as his friend Peter. Gil would have never taken him for a werewolf, but there was a possibility he could have been bitten since they last met. Could this really be him? Guillotine turned his scaly head back to Jesse. “Relax, Jesse. I think I know this mutt.” Now that his packmate was briefed on the situation Gil turned back to the werewolf and said, “What is your name?” All the while his instinct began to push him forward. Cautiously, he worked his way over to the werewolf and attempted to sniff his backside. Guillotine's medication had saved the day. If it hadn't been for the sedatives a fight would have surly broken out.
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 4, 2014 15:44:41 GMT -5
The moment that Jesse sensed that Gil was in trouble the human hellhound rushed over to him. Okay Guillotine wasn't in immediate danger or anything like that. But still that didn't stop Jesse from coming over to make them look like a force to be reckoned with. It didn't matter how strong Gil was on his own, Jesse wasn't about to let his friend get hurt in any way if there was trouble about. He would rip apart anyone who dared touch a single scale on the hound's head. Gil was not joking when he said they had company. Sure enough the moment that Jesse showed up he saw who the hound was talking about. Standing a before them was a werewolf. This was technically speaking his first time seeing a werewolf. Besides the wolf man he and Gil chased a while back, which he was unsure of this wolf he was sure was one. He even smelled different than the first wolf man he met. That smell, he didn't like it. Not one bit. Jesse growled at the beast along with Gil. Whoever this guy was he wanted him gone. He was in their territory, probably chasing down their prey and pissing on their trees, acting like he owned the damn place. That would not fly with him. Jesse had become rather protective lately every time he became a hellhound, and that habit didn't seem to get any easier to deal with the longer he stayed as one. This werewolf made a big mistake coming here tonight, if he didn't heed Gil and Jesse's warnings he would soon get a taste of their fangs.
This confrontation seemed to be going down the more violent root when the werewolf claimed that this place had been taken over by another. What? There was some other asshole muscling in their turf? Oh hell no! “You shouldn't concern yourself with her. We will handle her later.” A vicious grin graced Jesse's maw as he spoke. He didn't know who the hell this werewolf guy was talking about but it didn't matter. The man would love nothing more than to start a fight with anyone who messed with him. Like this wolf for instance. “You should worry more about yourself for now. You have wandered into dangerous territory kid. It would be a shame if something happened to you wouldn't it?” Jesse started circling around the werewolf while Guillotine spoke to him. The agent kept growling at the stranger as he took in his scent and sized him up. The werewolf was bigger than them for sure but they could probably take him. Both him and Gil were pretty strong, and there were two that he would have to deal with. As big as he was he didn't seem so tough.
“I think we should teach this idiot a lesson don't you Gil?” he cooed, forget deer Jesse was far more interested in sinking his fangs into this guy. At least this guy was bound to put up more of a fight than the deer would. He was about to do just that when Gil suddenly said he recognized him. “Huh?” The agent took a step back, looking between Gil and the werewolf in confusion. Strange, he didn't recognize this guy at all. Then again besides his circle of friends he didn't really know any real supernaturals, even though he worked with the PIDA he didn't get much exposure to anyone like this guy. “Is he a friend of yours or something?” the man asked. It wouldn't be too surprising if Gil had a few other canine friends outside from his former pack. Now he was curious. Jesse took a step closer to the werewolf and started to sniff him a bit too while Gil asked the wolf for his name.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 4, 2014 17:31:58 GMT -5
"I won't leave, til I find her." the werewolf replied to Guil, though with Jesse's remark the werewolf let a growl lose. "You leave her be! Her home is somewhere about here, not sure where but you leave her be!!"
The werewolf was a young one yes, so being called kid did nothing to him. It was the threatening that Jesse was doing toward his comrade. Hearing Guil call his comrade a 'bitch', the young werewolf's ears twitched and he looked at the hellhound. A serious expression to the wolf's face was directed toward him.
"She is a friend, not a bitch." the werewolf responded, the claws on the tree trunk sank in somewhat making the wood crack as he put pressure on it.
As the hellhound neared the werewolf's ears twitched, cautiously waiting to see if the hound would attack or not. Though it seemed to be the opposite of what the hound was gonna do. It didn't attack, in fact it seemed to recognize him. Ears twitched confused.
"No name." the werewolf answered. "You look familiar though."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 5, 2014 16:51:22 GMT -5
Izzy had gotten to the woods this time, well she had taken a few days off so it was a mini-vacation anyway but she had planned it at the full moon. She had been in the woods most of the day in human form, basically just walking around though she had stayed close to roads and paths while she waited for night to come.
When night did come she shifted, still not much pain came with it. She started off, using her nose to try and find the werewolf from last full moon. She couldn't find his scent anywhere, then she caught something on the wind.
Following it she saw him with two hound looking things and wondered if they were friends or not. She walked over to Peter and looked at the two hound like things. "Who are they?" She asked with a sneer toward them. She didn't exactly like the two things but she didn't know exactly why. "More importantly why are they in my woods?" She asked with a growl.
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Post by Guillotine on Jul 5, 2014 18:21:28 GMT -5
“Yeah, yeah, this isn’t her territory and you know it.” Gil barked. Tonight was starting to get more and more interesting by the minute. Not only had Gil been out in the forest for the first time in a long while, but he also seemed to have run across a familiar face. The large scaly beast continued to sniff at the intruder. With is interested peaked he waited for the werewolf to answer, half expecting the male to turn tail and run. Who wouldn’t run after coming across two hungry and very hostile hellhounds? The wolf must of had a good head on his shoulders. He must have know the beasts would give chase if he ran. Only a fool would run in this situation. Still, Gil couldn’t help to wonder why he stayed and didn’t put up a fight. In the end it was for the best. The wolf wouldn’t get ripped to shreds and Guillotine wouldn’t get chewed out by the PIDA for killing an innocent supernatural. In a way this was a win-win for the both of them.
How long would this mutual meeting last? It was bound to go wrong one way or the other. At the time Gil didn’t think about this. He was more interested in knowing who this new canine was. As he sniffed the hound realized Jesse had come to join him. In a truly canine-like fashion, Jesse strolled over next to Gil and began to investigate the new male’s scent. If Guillotine hadn’t been so preoccupied he would have found this very amusing.
This wolf was something else. His tone was a bit harsh, but Gil could understand him nonetheless. Apparently, he didn’t have a name. That or his name was literally “no name”. Guillotine wouldn't doubt this. After all, his master had named him and several other members of his previous pack very uncommon names. Well, that settled it. This werewolf couldn't have been who he thought he was, regardless of his very unusual eyes. “Interesting.” Gil cooed as he continued to sniff his unwelcome visitor. Now, what the hound said next caused Gil to stop sniffing and looked up at the taller hound. Did the wolf really say that he looked familiar? The hellhound couldn't recall running with any werewolves. Maybe he meet this person as a human? The thoughts from before began to seep back into his skull. Gil was about to say something when a different canine entered the scene. By the way this female stood next to the werewolf it would have been safe to assume this she knew him. She even asked the Were who they were. “We could ask you lot the same question.” Gil replied with a low growl. When the she wolf spoke again Gil nearly lost it. “Your woods? Tough shit pooch, this part of the forest belongs to me and my pack mate over there.” he used his scaly head to motioned towards Jesse. Now that the human was a hellhound Gil would start treating him like one.
As tension filled the air a wave of untamed anger began to crash over Guillotine’s mind. This female decided to just waltz in and take over his territory? Gil wasn’t going to allow this to happen. He’d began to forget about the reason why he questioned the Were in the first place. Why hadn’t he just killed him already? At this moment the male shook his head violently, dark thoughts had begun to fill his skull. No, he couldn’t do this..but he had too! A war was raging within Gil’s skull. It didn’t take long for one side of him to win. His instinct had prevailed over the sedative medication. Looking forward at his new targets, Guil licked his maw. Guillotine began to slowly slip into madness. Back when he was in a pack he and his comrades killed anyone who dared to claim their territory. These fools has decided to step onto his land, defiling it with their wolf scent. The beast wasn't having any of it. He wouldn’t let them leave these woods live. With Jesse at his side it was like being in a pack, this only added to the deadly influence. The female’s words only seemed pissed him off more to boot. But, it wasn't what pushed him over the edge. All the pent up rage the hellhound had been feeling was finally being unleashed.
“What should we do with these two, Jesse? Should we soak the earth with their guts?” Guillotine’s blood red eyes began to glow with anger. His untainted instinct began to loosen the screws on the chamber his medication was holding it in. With so much being held in, Gil finally snapped. He looked down at the bold female. His piercing blood red eyes looked her over with interest. Malevolent thoughts had begun to surface. Soon they made their presence known. “Perhaps we should just kill the male. I think this female could fulfill a different desire of mine.” A loud demonic cackle rushed from his jaws. His boisterous call echoed through the forest. “ Haha, It has been quite a while since I’ve last had any female company, especially one of the four legged variety. My friend over there could use some company as well.” Guillotine’s ears pricked forward and his tail stood erect onto his back side. Gil’s fangs gleamed in the moonlight as his maw creased up into a sharp toothed smile. “What do you say, Bitch? Care to make us two very happy puppies?”
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 6, 2014 17:57:32 GMT -5
“Not for long it isn't.” Jesse barked back when the werewolf claimed that his female companion lived somewhere in the forest. Did werewolves even live in the woods? He doubted it. They might be wolves during the full moon but they were still humans. They had houses or apartments of their own to live in. Surely these damn werewolves didn't need to actually live in the forest. Though, neither did Gil and Jesse. The two males had a house of their own, but they were laying claim on the woods just like this werewolf and his companion were. Maybe there was a way to work this all out? The forest was big enough for more than one canine to share after all. That would have been the way Jesse would have thought if his mind wasn't so clouded. Jesse had a difficult staying calm and rational as a hellhound the first time he had transformed, and it only seemed to get worse the more he became one. The man had a harder time snapping out of it, it was just so easy to let instinct take over. It didn't help having Gil encourage him, the real hellhound was so happy being in the presence of another hound that he let Jesse do pretty much whatever came to mind instead of reigning him in.
That habit would ultimately be Jesse's downfall. Something bad would happen to him and maybe even his partner soon. Perhaps that bad thing would be right now? Jesse's mind was already in dangerous territory tonight. He was already feeling a little bit blood thirsty at the prospect of a hunt, but now that there could be a fight coming he was even more excited. Oh yes, Jesse wanted this werewolf's blood. Not because he hated the werewolf, or didn't like him being in his turf, but because he wanted to spill blood. The fight would have to be put on hold though. Despite Jesse's desires Gil didn't seem as willing to jump into a fight as he was. Gil said he might know this werewolf so Jesse held back. While the man didn't have to listen to everything the hellhound told him to do, he had enough respect for his packmate to not kill a potential friend of his. Jesse sniffed at the werewolf cautiously as the two beasts talked. He wouldn't be able to recognize this werewolf from his past by his scent, but he would keep his smell in his mind for later, if he were to ever meet this one again he would recognize him for sure.
Jesse laughed when the werewolf tried to defend his female friend. “Relax fool, your friend is a bitch.” he said matter of fact. “She's a female dog isn't she? That's what you call female dogs. It's not an insult so you can relax...besides...We could do a lot worse than call her names if she pisses us off.” While the agent couldn't attack the werewolf for the moment there was little stopping him from poking fun at the poor guy. It was strange, while Jesse wasn't one to hold back calling someone out when he thought they were being stupid, he wasn't the kind of person to insult others for nothing. Yet here he was trying to push this werewolf's buttons. Worst yet, he was actually enjoying it. It was a good feeling toying with others, this wolf especially was bound to give him plenty of fun in this area. He would be sure to enjoy every moment of it.
Jesse fell silent again as Gil asked the wolf who he was. The hellhound didn't get much of an answer though. Jesse snorted in response to the werewolf's answer. “No name huh? He probably forgot it.” the man said. So it must be true what they said about werewolves and memory loss. “You probably won't figure out who he is any time Gil. He probably has been turned recently so he won't remember shit about who he was till the full moon is over.” Jesse sat down, looking half bored as he spoke. He didn't really care who this guy was but now that he couldn't fight him he was stuck not having anything to do. This sucked, all he wanted to do was hunt or at least run around, but none of that would happen if he and Gil had to be stuck here trying to solve this stupid werewolf's amnesia problem.
Just as Jesse thought things had gotten boring did the action pick up again. The mimic's ears twitched at the sound of movement heading towards them. Jesse immediately stood back up and turned a snarling face towards the newcomer. The scent on this wolf was a bit different but he could tell that the female that appeared was the same species as the werewolf. Jesse eyed the female with interest, so this was the bitch that was trying to take over their territory? She didn't look too tough despite her bold words. She also didn't smell as bad as the male. The she wolf definitely had his attention, luckily for her it wasn't his bloodthirsty side. He wasn't sure what it was though, at least that meant she wasn't going to have his fangs in her throat...yet. Gil seemed more than eager to do that though. At her words Jesse's packmate asked him what he thought about ending their lives. Jesse couldn't blame the hound for wanting them dead. The two fools didn't just have the nerve to wandering in their turf uninvited and interrupt their hunting, but they were stupid enough to claim this spot was theirs. The female's words had damned the both of them.
Jesse flashed the pair a wicked grin as he thought the prospect over. “That sounds like a lot of fun. I wouldn't mind doing that at all.” he cooed. The mimic's vicious nature won over him. Interesting or not he was willing to sink his teeth into just about anything tonight, and unfortunately for these two they would be the ones he'd be going after. A strange feeling echoed through the man's brain, a feeling of unease perhaps, or reluctance? Whatever it was was faint, very faint and almost easily drowned out. The man's human nature wouldn't be winning any battles here tonight. His hellhound instincts were too strong for him to think rationally enough to stop himself. Perhaps that was why when Guillotine suggested that they had some 'fun' with the female wolf he didn't look appalled or the least bit reluctant. “Hmmm...” The mimic looked the she wolf once more and smiled. “Well, she doesn't smell half bad. I wouldn't mind giving her a shot.”
“How about it baby girl? Are you up for it? Play your cards right we might let you hang around some more. Maybe even your friend here if we're feeling generous.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2014 18:47:09 GMT -5
No name....yes, he just couldn't remember it. Some things were fuzzy in it's mind. The memories of the human, they were what was fuzzy. If anything wasn't fuzzy then it was fragmented, shattered. Bits an pieces floating around and not forming anything that was useful to even try to recall.
The werewolf wasn't claiming any land, he was merely stating that the one he was looking for live here somewhere. Should he live in the fores as well? He didn't know if he should or shouldn't. However the familiar scent of his comrade caused his nose to twitch and looking over his shoulder emerald gaze landed upon her. Tail wagged slightly as he went to nudge her happily, though he paused as she spoke. The werewolf didn't really know who the two hounds were, one of them just looked familiar.
Things quickly went downhill though. At Guil's words, it caused the young male to raise his other large paw like hand and put his arm in front of his comrade. What hackles he had rose slowly with each new word that escaped Guil's maw. True what Guil was saying was setting the young male of, making the rage take over. What new instinct he had was taking over and suddenly, with a snarl on his maw, the werewolf lunged for Guil. Aiming to land the claws of a large paw like hand on the hound's back. Tail was now bristled, making it appear to be larger and standing up straight.
This wasn't the playful and kind werewolf that his comrade had experienced during the first full moon. No. This one was willing to fight to defend and didn't seem at all scared of the strange scaly hound.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2014 22:14:36 GMT -5
Izzy growled at Guil's words, how DARE he. There were no other new wolf scents here when she claimed the aria, he couldn't come here now and say it was his. "Get lost," She told the two shifters, growling at the same time. They didn't belong here.
She could feel the tension growing around her till it seemed that she was going to be suffocated by it. One side or the other was going to start a fight soon and that fight was not going to be good. She growled louder at Guil and Jesse's next words.
"I am NOT some male's toy! I will not be used to make you 'happy' then thrown away!" She said her growling making it so that it was harder to understand. These two were idiots and as her comrade lunged at Guil she lunged at Jesse.
Unlike her comrade who aimed for Guil's back she stayed lower, aiming for Jesse's side. If her attack succeeded she would rake her claws down his side then lunge to hold onto his opposite side by his shoulder. If she succeeded in holding on to his side each move he made would make her claws rake down that side of him.
She had to admit that her comrade wasn't acting like the playful werewolf he was last full moon. He was acting more like a leader, though there was a threat and it was good that he was being protective. He was more defensive, he would make a good hunter or maybe a guard? Izzy smiled, either way he liked how he was acting because it was probably saving both of their lives.
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Post by Guillotine on Jul 9, 2014 19:00:12 GMT -5
Guillotine’s body began to tremble with excitement. Oh, what a fun filled night this was turning out to be! With his medicine out of the way Gil could finally be himself, his true self. Guillotine sent a lustful look in Isabelle’s direction. The fluffy canine interested him greatly. It had been quite some time since Gil had last been with anyone. With his sexual frustrations at an all time high this sort of outcome wasn’t too surprising. Looking Izzy up and down Guillotine released a low playful grumble. The female had protested, but Gil wasn't having any of it. "That is a juicy little number you got there." Guillotine cooed as he rolled his shoulders back until they let out a low pop. It took everything Gil had not to jump on the werewolf's bitch right then and there. She was just asking for it! Standing there, with her fluffy tail in the air. Her scent alone nearly pushed Guillotine over the edge. Had Jesse seen it too? Could he say he was attracted to this bitch now that he, himself, was a hellhound? Gil took his eyes off the she wolf as his partner strolled over by his side. Listening, Gil confirmed what he had thought before. Jesse was just as excited as he was about this whole female charade. Perfect, his human emotions appeared to be nothing more than a distant memory now that he was in the form of a hellish beast. The same could be said for Gil.
The hound just couldn’t wait to dig his fangs into the opposing male’s throat so he could have his way with his mate. Guillotine only figured they were together. Why else would the male be so protective of her? Licking his maw with satisfaction Guillotine’s demonic voice bellowed up from his throat. “Yes, my comrade has the right idea. We can keep your male friend here alive. But, only so he can watch us have our way with you.” Gil’s blood red eyes then moved onto Peter. Oh, the male werewolf looked pissed. Guillotine just couldn’t contain himself, he just had to rub it in. “What’s wrong big guy? Are you scared?” Guillotine took yet another bold step closer the furious Werewolf. Any sane person wouldn’t have done such a feat. With instinct clouding his judgment Gil wanted to do the unthinkable. “Scared I am going to taint that trespassing bitch of yours with my spawn?” After that initial insult Guillotine was done talking. What more was there to say? He and Jesse where going to get what they wanted one way or the other. The female would be punished for marking on his turf, while doing so the males would get some much needed action. Gil figured when they were done they could decorate the forest in the young female’s guts. Yes, that sounded like a perfect idea. If she wanted her scent all over the forest then so be it, they could make it happen using her organs. Before they could do this however, they needed to get rid of the big male. This of course was easier said than done. The male was pissed after what Gil and Jesse had said before. It was clear that the werewolf wanted blood. Gil was sure that with Jesse as back up he could take this bastard down without any problems. Oh, how wrong he was.
The werewolf attacked without warning. Bringing down his powerful wolfish claws onto Gil’s back had nearly done the poor hellhound in. The force alone was enough to knock the wind out of Gil. Not only that but raking his claws down had caused a few scales to fly off the hellhound. Blood poured from the open claw wounds, running down his side in tiny streams of red. "Guuuahhh!" With a loud yipe Guillotine went down. Laying on his side the young beast began to flip and flail around in an attempt to get up. If knew if he stayed down any longer he was as good as dead. If Peter was still next to him he would open his jaws and attempt to bite the young beast on his arm.
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