Inkness took a deep breath and stood up, wakling towards the voices and trying to ignore the dull ache in her shoulder. Her sharp ears picked up part of a conversation: "…If there is some kind of mad werewolf in those bushes we both might be screwed." There was a pause. The the voice continued. "Part of my magic is I can sense danger, and i can tell you really don't want to hurt me. And since you didn't ask, My name is David. David Grove." Inkness stepped forward and said to the two men that she could see, "A mad werewolf? Insult to injury. I'm a panther and I'm only a little mad."

She motioned to the very visible arrow sticking out of her shoulder. "But then I have everhy reason to be. I'm Inkness by the way. Call me Ink. Now if you dont mind pulling this arrow out of me I'll be very grateful for I have reason to believe its poisoned." Her blue eyes were dark with pain. Her knees buckled and she fought to stay up.

The words David spoke didn't by the least calm him down and just made him more nervous. He was a wizard, and that was already bad. Now the mention of a brother got him nervous too. Suddenly a girl emerged and collapsed to the ground, obviously injured. She was obviously the one who screamed. Was it Damien who shot her? He wasn't sure to aim at her or assist her, but he knew to not trust the wizard. Connor kept his distance from the wizard. He should shoot the wizard now, that was their rules. His finger was poised on the trigger, but he couldn't pull it. He still hadn't killed, but maybe this was it. No. Not yet. "Get out of here before I blow your brains out!" The hunter yelled at David. The girl rose and Connor got a better look at her. She looked nice, and very attractive. He almost lowered his guard until she said that she was a panther. Giving a curse Connor rose his pistol at Ink. "Oh Hell both of you leave!" The hunter breathed heavily and quickly, the situation appearing much worse.

David slowly started backing up and away from the crazy hunter with a gun. "To think, the hunters are training and brainwashing people before they are even out of high school." he said, probably to loud. David didn't really hate the hunters on conceptual level. People who protect humans from the supernatural sounds all fine and dandy but in practical they are actually little more than a hate group who lynch people without trail for the crime of not being human, or not being quite human. Granted, it didn't help that he was a part of a group that the hunter's targeted, but what really pissed his off is hunters would use magic, may begrudgingly but still using, it for their own uses, but are the moral authority, aka the executioners, if anyone else does it. He also had heard sickening tales of hunters killing their own over magic.

The shifters eyes widened in hurt and disbelief. "What ave i done to deserve such torture?" She shifted and limped away a few feet before shifting back and curling up. She felt sick. "How nice. I get shot in the shoulder for no reason, shoved away because I can't help being a shifter and now i get to literally curl up and die. How nice. Refused help just because i change into a fucking jungle cat!" To her great embarassment, tears slid down her cheeks. She closed her eyes and blacked out, the pain to much to bear.

Damien stepped out of the shadows, human eyes glaring over black cloth, an arrow pointed at David. "No." He said with deadly calm. "Stay... Conner, tie them up. We're doing some interrogations tonight." Damien noticed the poison taking affect in the were-panther, as expected. "He glanced at her, not moving his arrow. "You're quite resilient, weregirl. My arrows are tipped with cyanide, enough to kill humans and paralyze vampires." He looked back to David. "Don't try to run, because I can catch you, and don't try anything stupid either."

Connor grumbled at the wizard for his outcry, aiming back at him. "You have no idea what you're talking about. After that Damien showed up and ordered Connor to tie them up. He gave a brief nod and tossed some rope to Damien and grabbed some for himself. "You try anything and one of us will cap you," Connor threatened but didn't sound too intimidating. "Now sit in that chair."

Draco observed silently and watched as they tied to werepanther up. His dragon growled with outrage at how they were treating the female. How dare they! It snarled. Easy there mate. We will intervene when it is right. He soothed. The dragon rumbled but remained silent. Draco shifted into his dragon of white and black tribal flames on his scales and soared silently overhead, making sure his shadow was not noticed by those below.

"Fine, fine. But I heard from my father that is pretty much what they said at Salem." he said, sitting down in the chair. However, as he sat down in his chair, there was something in his gut that went off. He felt something large near. And he wasn't sure if it was methodically large or actually large, either one didn't sound quite pleasant. He mused the idea of taking his gloves off and touching them, which would basically cause large amount of magic to follow from his body into theirs. He wasn't quite sure what that would do to them, but he imaged it would be either be unpleasant enough for him to get away or just annoying enough to get him shoot, so he decided against it. He then looked to Connor, who seemed very unsure of his actions, "What did they tell you to get you to join, that supernatural beings tortured and killed people out of hate, desire, or what ever else they might what at the time, which is true of some supernatural, but right now you are planning on "questioning" and more than likely killing a wizard and a shapeshifter who so far the only crimes they committed is not being quite human."

Draco chose that moment to swoop down with a ruch of air, landing to stand protectiely over the shifter. His scale shimmered making the flame markings n his body appear to dance as if alive. He stared calmly at the two hunters and the wizard who sat in the chair. His royal purple eyes regarded them ccarefully. "Why do you shoot and ask qestions later?" He rumbldd.

(ignore)

(ignore what exactly? sorry.)

(I believe we are indoors.)

(Make the conversation in the OOC, and it's OK wraith the dragon could've just crashed through the building.)

Connor began tying David up, grimacing as the wizard questioned him. He was trying to rip his stance apart, but it only strengthened him. "They didn't ask me to join, I asked them. My family was mur-" he was cut off as a dragon touched down and grumbled a question. Dragon. A freaking dragon. This day was getting amazing. Connor stepped back to the corner of the room and grabbed the shotgun. "Damien?" Connor shouted questioningly, showing his fear.

(sorry.)

Draco carefully sat down, making sure he didnt crush Ink. He raised an eyeridge at the hunter. "A bit lilly livered are we?" He said with some amusement. Ink groaned beneath him and he glanced down. Noticing her source of discomfort, he gently pulled the arrow out, tenderly licking the wound to speed up the healing process. Dragon saliva had healing qualities as he had found out many years ago. He scooped Ink into his huge paw and cradled her in it, still staring at the hunters.

"So far, I managed to go to exploring the city, to being kidnapped by some hunters, to a random shapeshifter walked up to us and then just being knocked off, and now a dragon. Why isn't this day just lovely. Do you think I could have some tea before you set up you're witch bonfire?" he said, while using his divination to sense weakness in the rope and slowly and subtly start to untie himself while keeping the illusion he is bound until want to get out. He figured that the hunters wasn't going to pay him to much mind considering their was a dragon that just crashed through the roof, so he hoped the hunters had their priorities straight.

Draco laughed and subtly winked at David. Then he turned to Connor. "Bullets have no affect against my scales you ingnorant fool." He rumbled, closing his talons gently over the shifter that lay in his paw. He shuffled to where he was be hid David and flicked a claw, slicing the ropes as the wizard continued his illusion.Draco rolled his eyes. "I don't object to questioning people but shooting poisonous arrows at innocent women and tying someone up for no reason, whether they are human or not, is something I rather hate."

Connor didn't imagine by the slightest that this would happen. How many supernatural were there in this town? There were three now who were inside the newly established base by just accidentally stumbling inside of it! As the dragon talked about the bullets being useless Connor figured he was telling the truth. He tried his best to recollect info about dragons and panther shifters. Actually, were dragons even supposed to be here? It couldn't be unless it was a shifter too. Right, so two shifters and a wizard, Connor thought. Bullets are ineffective against dragons, but are Damien's arrows? Or those bolts? He wondered, his eyes shifting towards the crossbow that was on the other side of the room. The other two have human disabilities, so that means bullets are still effective. This was an awful idea. Since the wizard was tied up for now and for some reason wasn't even trying to escape as Connor saw, he wasn't too much of a threat now. The hunter breathed, the dragon's focus needed to be on him so Damien could get a shot. Connor ran and rolled to the right so he had a clear shot of Ink, then fired several times with his shotgun at her.

Draco growled and shielded Ink with his body by putting his paw against his chest. He blew asmall ball of black and white fire at the shot gun. "What is your issue you fool?!" He roared. "Do you aim to kill her for no reason other than just because you can?!" Draco placed ink in the hollow at the base of his neck where spikes formed a wall. He swiped at the hunter, tearing his shirt. he bared his fangs which were nearly four feet in length and three feet around at the base. "Come here you ass!" Draco swiped at him again.

It appeared that Damien's appearance had given Conner the upper hand, and David was tied up in the chair. Damien noted the purple eyes on their captive intruder and knew he was some kind of supernatural. Exhaling and lowering his arrow, he turned to the injured werepanther. She wasn't dead, thankfully, so her powers must have been great. Damien pulled her body into the building and layed her down some feet away from David. "Are you a were animal too?" He asked the magic user with some authority in his voice, not expecting an answer. he kept his eyes on David while beginning to tie up the girl as well. He didn't want to kill them... They weren't vampires, which were obligatory killers. ...but if he had to, he would. One thing about their attack confused him though. The one called David had made himself known by speaking. Perhaps they weren't planning on killing Conner, so it would only be fair to treat the enemy in kind.

The look on David's face preceeded the rush of air that accompanied a wall crashing down, and a dragon barging in on the scene. "Get down!" Damien shouted, for lack of knowing what in hell was upon them.

"Why do you shoot and ask questions later?" The dragon rumbled.

"Damien?" Connor shouted questioningly, showing his fear.

Damien had backed himself up and was aiming an arrow at the dragon's head. "Because we'd be dead before we opened our mouths, dragon. I don't expect YOU to understand." His words were strong, but Damien's hand was trembling ever so slightly. He spoke again, more softly aside to his fellow, "There's no point in running, Conner." He swallowed, trying to show the lad some courage and help him stay calm. "Get out if you can. Tell the others."

The dragon freed David and scooped up the girl, licking her wound. David mutter something about how his day was going, but Damien was focused on the dragon. The fearsome beast clearly had no idea what it was like to be weak, to be stalked and killed to feed some preditor you could not overpower or escape, to lose loved ones to the same demise. Damien's long black hair trailed behind him like a mane as he looked down the shaft of his arrow. He narrowed his eyes. He knew he could hit that big, dragon's eye at this range without question. He was waiting for the moment to do just that.

Damien risked a glance at Conner and saw the man was fearful, indecisive. Suddenly the young man made a rash move, diving and shooting. Damien gasped in horror. "Conner no!" But it was too late. His plea was drowned out by the sounds of gunfire.

The dragon was after Conner. Damien reacted without thinking. Instinctively, like a wild creature reacting in a life and death situation, he dashed to the side to get in position on that big, violet eye. He didn't even think about saving Conner. His body, his will just knew what to do, as if possessed, for it was the same thing that always happened to him... the same person he was always saving in his dreams... his father.

Not even looking to see where the arrow hit, Damien reached out to grab Conner's hand as he ran past. "Conner!!" He shouted as the dragon roared behind him. Pulling the young man with him, they tried to run. In desperation, Damien grabbed a smoke bomb off his jacket and pulled the pin, throwing it down. Maybe the dragon wouldn't see which way they ran once they could get outside.

David, despite being freed from the rope just sat down on the chair. If he ran or tried to sneak out, there was a good chance he would be shot in the heat of the moment, but while hunters and wizards have a pretty shaky relationship, he was pretty sure they wouldn't out right kill him. He seen the other hunter talk to him but turn his attention to the dragon. but he responded anyways, "Is it to late to say that I just read tarot cards and look into the reflections of crystal balls? No? Then I am wizard, a diviner. I can look into an objects past or its prosperities. Like this chair for example, Oak, made in 1954. I also can sense when something is dangerous, though it isn't too useful right now since everything is glowing red with potential danger, and I can track things and I think that is it."