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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 9, 2014 20:48:13 GMT -5
This confrontation was getting worse by the second. The tension in the air had been bad before when the first werewolf stumbled in on the two hounds, but now that the female wolf was here it had grown so thick that you needed a knife to cut it. It was bad enough that the werewolves were not in a good mood, but the hellhounds were making it worse. Of course they didn't see it that way. That was typical though, Guillotine was well known for never thinking before he acted. The young male always did whatever he wanted, and whatever he wanted tended to be a little brutal to most. It was Jesse's own actions that were the only surprise here. Jesse could be a little stupid at times and bull headed, but the way he was acting tonight was nothing like the man he really was. It was his hellhound side that was to blame for that. A hellhound's dangerous instincts was the biggest flaw in taking up this form. Jesse had learned that the hard way the first time. He had nearly killed Reid and Gil thanks to it. Did it come as a surprise to anyone that now he was about to kill and rape innocent supernaturals tonight?
His actions tonight would surely haunt him later. If the man lived through tonight and got some of his sanity back he would be ashamed of himself. If he actually went through with what his hellish brain thought of he wouldn't be able to live with himself. What he and Guillotine were doing now was wrong and he knew it. Yet he didn't care. The side of him that would care was nothing more than a flicker caught in a thick hazy of bloodlust and anger. This haze was the thing he had been trying to concur. The only reason he started training with Guillotine was not just to become a better mimic but to learn how to control these damn desires. It should have gotten better the more he changed but it was actually becoming worse. To make matters even more screwed up his own actions were effecting Gil too. Both men had caved into their deadly natures tonight. Gil had gotten back to his old self, while Jesse was turning into a deadly animal...and loving it.
Jesse laughed at the female's outrage. “How cute, she thinks she can order us around!” Ha! That really was funny. This werewolf was bold, he would give her that. Though she would have been intimidating any other day Jesse couldn't just take her seriously. The way he saw it she and her friend were on his turf. This land had been claimed by Gil ages ago, and whatever Gil owned Jesse was welcome to it too. Guillotine was his packmate after all. They already shared a house together so why not a forest? He did love this place. Jesse wasn't about to give up these woods to a pair of hybrid mutts when he just got there. Fuck that shit, this place was his and everything in it. Sadly for the female that meant she belonged to him as well. If she wanted to stay in this place then that was her fate. It would be a decent compromise right? She could stay here like she wanted and he and Gil could get some piece of that fine ass tail when ever they wanted. As for the male wolf he couldn't give a fuck. If he was smart the damn werewolf would leave now and look for a new mate. Either way he had lost his bitch, at the very least he could try not to lose his life.
The werewolf didn't leave though. The male wolf was just as stupid as his little bitch. He had every chance of walking away right now with his life but instead he chose to stay, presumably to protect his useless mate. Both he and Gil just found that funny. Oh what an idiot this guy was, he was going to die tonight. Fine with him, Jesse had been dying to sink his fangs into the male ever since he first saw him and now he'd finally get that chance. The man watched as Gil teased the bigger wolf, waiting for the chance to finally pounce on the fool and end his life when the werewolf went in for the attack. Neither hellhound had expected what happened to have happened. Gil seemed the least prepared for that attack that came for him. Jesse let out an angry roar as he tried to rush to Gil's defence. He would have been by his packmate's side if it wasn't for the she wolf.
He had forgotten all about the she wolf when he saw Gil fall, and now he was about to regret that. Jesse hadn't been prepared for the swipe that came for him. One moment he had been running towards Gil, and the next he was feeling a sharp pain as razor sharp claws dug into his flesh. The pain was enough to make the poor beast yelp, unfortunately for his opponent it was also enough to wake him up to the situation before him. Jesse quickly turned to face his immediate opponent, leaping at her, jaws open wide to bite down on whatever part of her he could get while she pressed on the offensive. This bitch really did it now! Whatever had been left of the man's human side disappeared and was replaced with the crazed monster within. All he wanted now was blood, and one way or another he was going to get it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2014 21:06:59 GMT -5
They were together, perhaps as a pack they were but not as a couple. Course that's just what the young male thought. Wanting blood wasn't what he truly wanted, he wanted to protect his pack mate. Though he was willing to fight to protect her. After all, she was the first being he meet when first able to come to surface and he enjoyed her company. With the attack succeeding and pinning the strange hound down, a growl left him as hackles rose a bit further.
"Leave her be!" the werewolf snarled at Guil. "She's friend and comrade!!"
Course that's what the young werewolf thought they were, still not fully understanding what the feelings were the first full moon. They were so new, the human didn't experience them and thus they were new. The werewolf had no doubts that his comrade could handle herself and that the other strange hound wasn't a problem for her. Though feeling the fangs going into his arm, a pain snarl left him as he retaliated by pushing down on Guil. Bristled tail swished about furiously and the werewolf aimed to increase his grip, attempted to pick Guil up slightly off the ground, and attempted to slam Guil down on the ground. Trying to put more pressure on the hellhound's side to make them get release his arm or at least give this up.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2014 21:19:13 GMT -5
Izzy smiled as her claws raked down her attackers side, sadly she couldn't get her claws latched into his shoulder before he spun to face her.
She tried to dodge his attack but she moved a bit late and got bitten on the arm, not fatal but it really hurt. She yelped then snarled and brought her other hand around to try and pry the things teeth out of her arm. If that didn't work she would set to using her claws to try and scratch it again and again until it let go. She was growling harshly which made speech almost impossible.
She noticed that her comrade was having more luck with his fight than she was having with hers and that was a good thing in her opinion. She was glad to see at least one of the beast unable to fight, at least for the moment.
"Leave us alone," She forced out through the growling. She was not a happy werewolf at the moment, if the two creatures had respected her and her space she wouldn't have had a problem with them but they had gone to far. She wondered how far they would go, she would rather be dead than these two get to do ANYTHING with her. She was still growling and would growl till the two either backed off or went away completely.
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Post by Guillotine on Jul 12, 2014 10:31:34 GMT -5
Tonight was going to be a long night. Guillotine hadn’t expected to run into some unwanted company in the woods. Though from past experiences he should have been expecting such. The forest was a dangerous place. Not only for humans, but for hellhound as well. So many hostile beings roamed these very woods. The werewolves would be no exception. Granted, if it hadn’t been for both Jesse and Gil a fight wouldn’t have broken out in the first place. It wasn’t easy for the hounds to just walk away. With instinct clouding their judgment they would take on the wolfish beasts and defend their territory. Even if it killed them. Having Jesse copy Gil’s powers only seemed to have made the situation worse. Not only was Gil being controlled by his basic instincts but it appeared that Jesse was being influenced by them as well.
Soon enough a full on turf war had broken out amongst the supernatural beasts. The snarls of the fighting canines echoed through the dark forest. Any game that just so happen to be by quickly bolted from the area. The hellhound’s hopes of catching some prey would be dashed. However, they could easily make a meal of the werewolves they were fighting. If they were to win this battle that was just what Gil was planning to do. This was going to be both of the werewolves’ fate if they lost this fight. With blood lust plaguing both hound’s it wouldn’t have been too surprising if they turned on one another. But at the time they both had a common enemy to battle, the werewolves.
Sliding his fangs into the werewolf’s arm a river of crimson streamed into Gil’s jaws. Usually, the taste of werewolf blood wouldn’t be all too appetizing. However, with bloodlust taking over the hound’s taste buds seemed to have been tricked into thinking otherwise. The only thing on Gil’s mind was to kill both of these trespassing mutts. He’d given up taking the female for his own. She wasn’t worth it to him anymore. Tightening his grip onto Peter’s arm the hellhound began to chuckle. He’d soon crush the hound’s arm when a loud yipe entered his ears. Distracted, Guillotine loosened his grip on the werewolf before any real damage could be done. That ear splitting cry had come from Jesse. Gil made the mistake of looking away from his own target to check on his pack mate. The hound seemed to be holding his own.
Still being distracted Gil thought he’d had a leg up on Peter. Oh, how wrong he was. Peter had a different plan of action. One that could very well end Guillotine right then and there. Gil could feel his body being lifted from the ground before being brought down with enough force to knock the breath out of his lungs. The blow was so hard he didn’t have the strength to cry out. With his lungs emptied of air the werewolf pushed down onto his side. This restricted the hound’s breathing. When Gil went to take a breath he was surprised that he couldn’t. The weight on his body was keeping his lungs from expanding. The weight itself had nearly caused his ribs to crack. Now the he had a choice. He could wither continued this, or let go and hope the werewolf would let up. Being the stubborn bastard that he was Gil continued to clung to Peter’s arm. All the while’d he’d kick and try to break free with the intent on taking Peter’s arm with him. This would be impossible however. Guillotine was loosening strength with each passing second. He didn't have the breath to even muster a growl.
The world had began to spin. Guillotine thought he was about to be sick. His lungs felt as if they were sitting over a hot fire. They burned with the desire for air. With the lack of oxygen Gil was beginning to pass out. He had to let go. If he passed out now both he and Jesse would be done for. Reluctantly, Guillotine released Peter’s arm. A nasty cocktail of blood and saliva streamed from his maw. He may have freed the were from his vice like grip, but this battle was far from over.
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 13, 2014 1:20:18 GMT -5
It finally happened. With all the tension and anger in the area it had only been a matter of time that a fight was going to break out in the forest. It was the perfect scenario for it, in the natural world things like this happened all the time. One small pack of animals would intrude in another one's territory, and a fight would start to see who would earn the right to stay there. This was just like this, only it involved some really powerful supernaturals than normal animals, and of course one human masquerading as one. It was becoming a little questionable though just how much of a human Jesse still was. Jesse was born a human, and by the time tomorrow came he would eventually be one again. But right now in both body and mind he was no longer human. He was a hellhound, and a blood thirsty one at that. The agent had already slipped into his wild mindset the moment he had taken on Guillotine's form, but the dangerous side to it surfaced the moment that these werewolves dared to show their faces. And now? Now the small part of him that had been human had died away to the dangerous beast within.
It had been bad when he saw his packmate getting attacked, but when the she wolf struck him and made him bleed it had gotten worse. But the thing that sent him off the deep end, really off the deep end, was the moment he struck back. When Jesse had struck he had meant to kill. He had tried to go for her throat but caught an arm instead. It was a little disappointing but was good enough. Just getting anything was good enough. This beast was fast, but he was just as quick, maybe even quicker. It was sad for the werewolf that she couldn't completely out manouver him, because now he was going to make her pay. Jesse bit down harder onto the appendage he held onto, making the female wolf yelp in pain. That reaction came as no surprise to him. Thanks to Gil Jesse had learned how powerful these jaws were, the force behind them had been strong enough to break his arm the instant they sliced through him, surely they would do the same to this bitch. When her blood poured into his mouth he had lost it completely. Oh god the taste! She tasted amazing! He need more of this. More, more, more! Oh god he wanted more!
By the time the she wolf tried to pry his jaws open he started to shake his head. As fast and as violently as possible Jesse moved his head from side to size, not only making the wound he already inflicted on her larger, but enough to break the damn bitch's arm in the process. Her pathetic attempts to get him to let go were useless at this point. The bloodlust had exploded in the man, he wasn't too inclined to let go from such a pathetic attempt. In desperation she had tried to claw at him again. It was enough to cause pain to the already injured hound but not enough to let her go. Instead he continued to go on the offensive. With one good tug Jesse tried to throw her down to the ground, his jaws still firmly latched onto her as he did so. If he could make her fall all he needed to do was use his body weight to pin the bitch down. The all the force he could muster, and use the time he had to left to turn his deadly jaws from her arm to her throat. Soon he would paint the forest in her blood, her partner would be next.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 1:32:38 GMT -5
It seemed that the idea was working, he had managed to slam the beast down and even get it to release him. Keeping his grip on the hellhound, the werewolf turned his gaze over to his comrade to see her state. This wasn't good. It seemed that she was having trouble. Stupid hounds, why did they have to say such things? This could've been avoid! Holding onto Guil, the young werewolf attempted to pick the hellhound up once more and aimed to throw Guil at Jesse as Jesse attempted to bring Isabelle down.
If this worked, then the young werewolf would go over to Isabelle and get in front of her. Snarling at the two hounds with a bristled tail and hackles raised high up. Emerald gaze would stare at the two, waiting to see what they would do. If his plan didn't work, then things would be rather tricky then.
Despite the battle breaking out, the young werewolf didn't want blood. He wanted to defend, to keep alive his comrade. Surely she was doing the same for him wasn't she? Did she want him alive still? It certainly did seem like it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2014 20:46:38 GMT -5
Izzy yelped louder as the thing biting her arm bit down harder. She felt her arm break and her cries rose to an earsplitting pitch. This hurt so badly. Honestly she was surprised to find that it hurt this bad, after all her banes did break when she shifted but this was different for some reason.
She stumbled as the beast tried to throw her down but she wasn't going to go without a fight. She tried to dig her claws into the hound's skin deeper but she didn't know how much good it was doing. She was in enough pain that she wanted to give up, the blood loss wasn't helping either. She couldn't pay attention to what her comrade was doing due to the fact that if she took her mind off fighting she was afraid that would be the end of her. She hoped that whatever he was doing he was coming to her rescue.
If she got her arm free from the stupid thing that had grabbed it she would try to figure out what to do about her arm. It was definitely broken but she needed to win this fight so this would be her woods again. She was desperate and if her comrade did get the hound off her arm and got in front of her she would try and make sure that he didn't get hurt like she did.
She definitely wanted him alive, he was a friend and comrade. He was the only werewolf ever created by her and she seemed to be forming a strong pack-like bond with him between the two full moons she had been around him. She wondered if he wanted her around as much, she hoped so and it seemed like he did.
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Post by Guillotine on Jul 17, 2014 19:23:19 GMT -5
This night was turning to shit. All Guillotine wanted to do was train Jesse in the art of being a hellish beast from the underworld. He’d been willing to teach the male how to hunt first and foremost. From there he would show the pup some new tricks. It wasn’t easy being a beast of burden. Unfortunately, their training would have to wait. Their little outing quickly turned into a turf war. Gil hadn’t expected to run into anything out in these woods. From past experiences he should have known better than to think that. Regardless, both he and Jesse had to fight these bastards off. If only they had stayed in their own territory. It was because of the werewolves that Jesse would undergo a sudden change. A change that could very well damage the social bond both he and Guillotine shared. If the hellhounds were to fall in too deep into their instincts they could very well turn on one another. With tempers flared both hellhound seemed to be out for blood. Jesse surprisingly more so than Gil.
The human was actually holding his own quite well. If Gil could see him now he would be greatly impressed. But alas, he was still pinned under the werewolf’s powerful paws. The beast could hear a symphony of growls and barks coming from the other combatants. Apart of him wished Jesse could assist him, but alas, he was fighting a war of his own. These werewolves were proving to be far more deadly than Gil had originally thought. The hellish beast had underestimated them like he had done with many of his foes in the past. Whether Gil liked it or not he was slipping back into his old ways. And Jesse was there to lead the charge.
After releasing the werewolf Gil had expected the male to let up. Oh, how wrong he was. The werewolf didn’t released Guillotine. Instead he continued to put pressure onto his ribs and restrict his breathing. Gil thought he felt some of his ribs snap. With his chest burning the hellhound attempted to get up. He failed at doing so, the action only made him more frantic. Due to the lack of air Guillotine’s lungs began to ache. Drool streamed from his jaws, collecting into a tiny puddle under his maw. Was this it? Was he going to die? If the hellhound fell unconscious now both he and Jesse would be wolf food.
That bloody ending appeared to be a possibility. Guillotine pulled his pointed ears back against his skull when they began to ring. That damn noise. It was a sign he was about to black out. Just moments before he passed out the werewolf allowed him to take in a breath as he picked the hellhound up. Gil took in a long drawn out breath before being tossed. He felt powerless as his large frame was tossed towards Jesse like a baseball. Guillotine could feel his body colliding with Jesse’s. Their scaly bodies made a loud thud once they connected. A loud yipe surged from Gil’s maw. He’d proven to be fairly useless in this battle. After hitting Jesse, Guillotine flailed around on the ground in an attempt to get up. He didn’t want to be pinned down by the werewolf again. After scrambling to his feet the beast flinched. A few of his ribs had been broken from the force of Peter’s paws. He didn’t know how much more of this he could take. Panting heavily, the beast turned to Jesse to see how he was holding up.
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 18, 2014 15:54:10 GMT -5
The bitch's cries were music to his ears. If the taste of blood in his mouth wasn't intoxicating enough, the female's pained screams just pushed him off the edge. God this was great, Jesse had never felt so much power inside himself in his entire life till now. This was the power of a hellhound. It was thanks to this that he had become so strong in the first place. How could he have been so blind before? Jesse had never considered what would have happened if he copied Gil in the past. While the human knew that his canine friend was pretty powerful he didn't think much on how much power that could give to him if he mimicked it. At most after the first few times the cons heavily outweighed the good. The instincts that so easily kicked into his system when he took his hellish form scared the man. But now? He wasn't afraid. It really wasn't too bad once your brain turned off. There was no more annoying conscious in his brain to tell him to stop tearing into this bitch. He was free to do what he wanted. If he wanted to fuck this bitch then he'd fuck her, if he wanted to rip and tear into her, and decorate the forest with her guts then by all means he would do it.
Right now he wanted to do the latter. Jesse had been itching all night to murder something, and it looked like he was going to get his wish. Try as she might the female werewolf was not strong enough to fend her off. In a matter of moments Jesse paid the werewolf back for clawing at him by breaking her damn arm. The hound smiled as he felt the bone snap in his grip, though it was hard for anyone else to really see with how violently he was shaking his head back and forth to increase the damage he was causing. Ha! This bitch was going to get it now! All he needed to do now was pin her down and end this. Then he and Gil could finish the bigger one. Things didn't go quite as planned though. While Jesse tried to throw the werewolf down on the ground so he could get to her throat the bitch regained her footing, and started to claw at him again. An angry growl escaped his lips as he felt the female's razor sharp claws rake into his body. Damn this bitch, she really liked clawing at people didn't she? Well he could put an end to that really quick. She'd have a hard time clawing at him if both her arms were broken right?
He would have latched onto her other arm if it wasn't for her meddlesome mate. While Jesse had been so focused on his fight with the she wolf that he hadn't been paying any attention to Gil's fight with the other wolf. Jesse didn't know that unlike him Gil was not having as great of a time with his battle. Gil was losing, and badly. Not only did he get his ass knocked down to the ground, he was slowly being suffocated by his opponent. Gil's suffering made it more than easy for the male wolf to take advantage and throw Jesse's partner in his face. Poor Jesse didn't see the hound coming towards him until the other male's body collided into his own. Jesse crashed into the forest floor with a loud thud. For a moment the world spun, the blow was more than enough to daze the poor human hound, and even knock the breath out of him. The blow was enough to get him off the female werewolf but it wasn't enough to take him out of the picture yet. With a bit of effort Jesse rose back up on his paws and a vicious snarl rose out of him. The man had completely lost his mind to bloodlust, he wanted nothing more than to kill and now that the male wolf interrupted his attempt to kill the female someone was going to have to pay. Unfortunately that person ended up being Guillotine. Jesse didn't know what he was doing at that point, he didn't know that he was lunging at his packmate when he finally got to his feet and tried to sink his teeth into Gil. His instincts made him lash out at the nearest target, and because Gil was thrown in his direction he happened to be the closest thing.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2014 16:06:44 GMT -5
Low growling was still leaving the young werewolf as he stayed put. Standing in a defensive position over his comrade. He was expecting the hounds to come at him, to try and get to her. However that wasn't the case this time. Confusion hit the male as he watched teh one hound turn on it's pack mate. Why? Why was it doing that? Shaking his head, he pushed such confusion to the side as he turned round to his comrade. Nudging her gently to try and get her to stand up on her paws and seeing the wound to her arm, he even licked it tenderly, to try and comfort. Though once she was up, he gently nudge her good arm with his head and was trying to get her to run.
This was their chance to get away from this, before his comrade's arm got torn off or something. She was hurt, not really in the best of shape to fight now. Hopefully she'd see what he was trying to do. Trying to get her to go. Even though he was trying to urge her to go, he stayed put, keeping part of his gaze on the two hellhounds. He'd act as a defense in case one of them went for her when she was trying to go if she caught on to what he was trying to have her do for her own safety.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2014 16:55:03 GMT -5
Izzy was growling but it was mixed with a whine like noise as the creature let go of her arm. It hurt horribly. She started to tense to dodge the things next attack when the one that her comrade was fighting was thrown through the air and knocked her opponent down and away from her.
She watched as the thing turned on it's pack mate. She didn't understand it and she could just stand shocked for a moment. Her comrade licking her arm was what caused her to snap out of her daze and stand up. It hurt a bit for him to lick it because of the brake but she allowed it because she knew he was being a gentle as he could. When he nudged her good arm she got the idea he wanted her to run, well she wasn't running without him.
She grabbed his wrist with her good hand and tried to pull him along with her as she ran. If he didn't come she would stay no matter what fighting state she was in, if he took those things on himself than he wouldn't make it. If he stayed she would keep pulling on his arm trying to get him to come before the things broke out of their meaningless fight with each other and came after them again.
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Post by Guillotine on Jul 25, 2014 12:42:44 GMT -5
Oh, what an interesting night this was turning out to be. There werewolves weren’t the only ones who needed to worry about their lives. Gil quickly became an unsuspecting target for his pack mate.
Guillotine’s beady blood red eyes glared over at Jesse. The male had yet to say anything at all. Instead, all he did was growl. What was going on with him? Now that Gil was thinking this over he could sense something wasn’t quite right with the male. He wasn’t his usual self, not in the least. With his ears pricked forward Guillotine let loose a warning growl. His bony grey tail flicked around behind him in agitation. Gil didn’t know what his roommate was up too but he wasn’t going to have any of it! Did the human finally lose himself to his instinct? This could very well be possible considering the situation.
The hellhound could recall a time when he and his pack and all turned on one another when they had first come to this realm. The first taste of human flesh had triggered some sort of frenzy. Like a pack of hungry piranhas they ended up tearing into one another as well as anyone who just so happen to be nearby. Was this what Jesse was going through? Was his first taste of blood beginning to trigger his more hellish side? Guillotine would have been proud of his little partner if it hadn’t been for the fact that he could turn into a target for his instinct. This midnight outing was quickly beginning to turn deadly. Not only were the trespassing Werewolves in trouble but Gil was possibly on the menu as well. Hellhounds had never been above devouring their own kind. Guillotine had seen it happen, and he was sure Jesse would crave the taste of blood again. To Gil’s misfortune his blood was going to be spilled.
Without hesitation Jesse lunged at Guillotine. It all happened so fast. Gil made the mistake of rearing up and lifting his paws to stop Jesse. This was when the male chomped down onto his right arm. Jesse didn’t hold back. As soon as his fangs hit Guillotine’s flesh they slid through the weak arm scales like a hot knife through butter. His jaws were powerful enough to crush human skulls. They made quick work of Gil’s arm. Upon impact Gil released a loud high pitched yipe. His pained called echoed through the forest. He had yet to know if Jesse had completely broken his arm, but he could hear the sounds of his bones giving in to Jesse’s powerful bite. If Guillotine didn’t do something he was going to lose his arm completely.
Just knowing this prompted fear. The hound’s heart began to race, pumping high levels of adrenaline into his system. A ripple effect seems to rush through Guillotine’s body. First it brought pain. His arm ached and screamed in agony. Gil thought he had heard a light pop. The next ripple brought with it a sea of anger. Gil was beginning to lose himself to his instincts yet again. The will to survive this ordeal was greater than his intelligence. Soon the male released a loud rumbling growl. He wasn’t going to take this from Jesse! “I will put you in your place, Pup!”
The werewolves were nothing more than a distant memory now. Lucky, the pair had gotten out of this ordeal without losing a limb or their lives. For the moment, they would be ignored by Guillotine. The instinct to fight and the will to survive were taking the reigns. Those emotions alone began to steer Gil into the more violent direction. Guillotine was done talking. He wanted to make Jesse pay for attacking him. Even if he had to rip the beast’s muzzle off. Gil wasn’t about to let Jesse kill him so easily. Still on his back legs Gil tried to use this to his advantage. With bucketloads of saliva dripping from his maw, Guillotine opened his jaws in an attempt to bite down onto the top of Jesse’s muzzle.
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Post by Special Agent Cox on Jul 26, 2014 19:09:54 GMT -5
Jesse was lost in a field of madness. He was not full conscious of what was going on around him, what he was doing, or even who he was. The small spark that had been his humanity had been snuffed out thanks to the werewolves triggering the worst part of his new instincts. Part of this was not his fault, how could he have known that something like this was going to happen? Jesse wads a mimic, not a psychic. He couldn't have known that he and Gil would have a run in whit a pair of intruders, nor could he have known that just having someone challenge their claim on this piece of land would make him a lot more angrier over that issue than it should have. Jesse had no idea that his instincts would get him so riled up, the whole reason he was training with Gil was to slowly ease himself into the life of a hellhound so he would have a better grasp on the instincts that could screw him over like this. That unfortunately would never happen, not when he was pushed into a situation so intense as this when he was so new and vulnerable.
A part of him though knew the risks he was taking in doing this, and despite this he didn't think to stop his training. Why should he? There was a chance that he could gain some control, he had stopped himself from killing both Reid and Gil the first day he had changed. If he could do that he could gain some kind of control over himself with practice. Oh how wrong he was, and now he was paying for that mistake. To make matters worse he wouldn't be the only one to suffer from this mistake. Everyone here was in danger whether they knew it or not. Jesse had already gone mad and attacked the female werewolf, if her mate hadn't been there to protect her he would have ended up killing her. There was no ifs, ands, nor buts about it. She would have been dead. Now it was Gil's turn to suffer. Poor Gil, if only he wasn't so crazed Jesse would have never done what he was about to do to him. At the rate he was going he could very well kill his own friend. Not unless someone did something about it. But who would? Unlike Jesse's first opponent Gil had no one that would come to his rescue. He could only rely on his own power and experience to save himself, but was that enough?
So far the answer looked like a no. When Jesse lunged at Gil the real hellhound had tried to stand up and push him away, which earned him a broken arm. The instant that Jesse's jaws closed in around Gil's right arm he felt it snap. The other male's screams echoed out through the forest. Just like he had done with Isabelle, Jesse started to shake his head, making the wound even worse. The force he was using was enough for him to fell the pop after, likely from him dislocating the poor beast's arm in the process. The taste of Gil's blood felt just as enticing as the werewolf's had, making him crave more of it. But that pleasant feeling wouldn't last for long. At some point into this fight Gil decided to fight back. As Jesse was trying to spill more of his companion's blood Gil bit him in the muzzle. Jesse growled louder as he tried to escape Guillotine's jaws. The man tried to use the weight of his body to twist himself and throw Gil off to make him go. If that didn't work he'd attempt to use his own front paws to push the other hound off and away from him.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2014 19:27:33 GMT -5
The fighting between the two beasts intensified and continued to confuse the young werewolf. Why? Why turn on each other in such a way? Despite his confusion on that matter something else was confusing the beast. Why was this feeling that...that he should try and stop it? Ears had perked in his confusion though he tried to push the feeling away. Why? Why was there this feeling to help the strange hound that looked like something that the human had seen? It was bizarre and strange.
Confusion fill thoughts were smashed when his comrade grabbed his wrist and pulled. Ears twitched and the emerald gaze was focused upon her once more. Hearing the sounds of the fighting going on behind him, the young male nudged his companion once more and took off with her. Best to get away now and not get in worse shape. Even if there was something in his mind that wanted him to intervene.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2014 0:30:09 GMT -5
Isabelle had the strange urge to help the strange creature as it cried out in pain but she had no idea why. Of course that was her human side trying to push through, the side that knew Guil was a comrade and the one that worked for the same organization as her. Unlike Peter, Isabelle's wolf was used to having random feelings and usually put it up to her human side, which is what was causing the feelings.
When she had hold of her comrade's wrist she ran off into the forest with him. Her arm was killing her but she would run till either she couldn't handle it or her comrade stopped. She was afraid for both her life and his, she would deal with the pain till they were safe. Still she felt like she should go back and help the hound who got attacked by his own comrade, she was afraid to though after all he was attacked by the person who snapped her arm like it was nothing. She growled and kept running, starting to make an arc back to where the two fighting things were.
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