[IC] Enslaved Salvation(Werewolf RP)

[Arista]

Tyra Hallowell: Belle Meade Plantation 9:00 a.m. Nashville TN

Belle Meade Plantation

just ignore the lady standing there and imagine tables are placed outside. The time of year is correct however, it's fall around mid-November.

It was supposed to be a simple meet-and-greet between them and a few of the members of another pack, it was supposed to be short and brief. They've been here for three hours now, going in circles with no clear answer to their question. Technically they were on a packs land -The Summerton Pack- and needed permission to stay, Tyra felt her left eyebrow twitch as the female Alpha before her continued to speak as if talking to a child. Her patience was wearing dangoursly thin with each word that spilled from the Alpha's ruby-red lips.

"So you see the city is small but vast and we'd like to show you around-" Tyra rose her hand and nearly sighed in relief when the Alpha paused, her brows furrowing, she allowed a smile to tug her lips upwards, her wolf snarling at the need for politeness toward the other, Tyra ignored the itch behind her ear and easily wedged herself into the one-way conversation that had been happening since the introductions around 7.

"Not today, we have things to do. However I'd like to ask a question or two if I may." She stated softly, her voice sounding almost bell-like, The Alpha female -Grace- if she remembered correctly eagerly nodded her head and made a gesture with her left hand.

"Of course Alpha Hallowell, go ahead." Tyra internally grinned and felt her wolf curl into a ball and quiet, steepling her fingers together she allowed her eyes to scam the other three Betas and Omega standing behind the Alpha before voicing her question. This pack had somehow managed to escape the Hunters that had emerged after Hunting Days original start, she wanted to know how but more importantly if they'd join their cause and fight.

"I'd like to know if you'd be willing to join us in alliance to fight the Facility?" She watched and could see instantly that this had been a waste of time. Grace's brown eyes widened to the size of saucers, her fingers twitching around the cup of coffee she'd ordered when they'd arrive, Tyra sniffed the air and allowed a sigh to escape her lips.

The members smelled of pure fear. Rising to her feet and gesturing to the members of her pack that had offered to join her, Tyra turned to leave, her anger boiling near the surface of her skin. Truth be told she knew from the start that this was a waste, not many hidden packs -what little were left- dared to rise against the Humans, it's been five years since the first pack showed themselves and everything went to hell and still Weres remained hidden.

This pack doing the same, they'd be caught sooner this way. Turning and jerking her chin towards where they'd parked their car, Tyra took two steps forward before a hand on her arm stopped her in her tracks. The air that once was filed with the smell of flowers, then fear now seemed to thicken and with an unspoken scent.

Turning back, Tyra's narrowed gaze focused on Grace's grim expression, the feel of her fingers tightening around her arm had each member around them from both packs simultaneously inch forward. The air seeming to thicken further as Tyra focused her gaze on the other Alpha, time seemed to still, sounds seemed to fade to nothing as crimson eyes met crimson.

@Nallore @ViolentViolet @Jangel13 @Argetlam350 @shaitarn

[Jangel13]

The lights began to turn on in the facility from the darkness only artificial light is brought to this hell on earth. The sounds of whimpers and howls signaling that the doctors have started their rounds. No two wolfs are exactly alike each one has their own personalities and hopes, but what would that matter in a place like this. In one of the cells on the second floor where they keep the Alphas their is one named Angelo, once a young pack leader to the pack known as the black fangs now he lays in his cell unable to run and be free as he was before.

Angelo opened his eyes and he moved his hand gently towards the wall before clawing another stick onto it, 213 days in this cell. Angelo cant do much else then mark the time he has spent in his cell away from his pack, his mate, and what he can only assume is his newborn pup who he has never seen. Angelo used to think it was a curse to be like this: to turn into wolves the monsters of the night. Angelo soon learned from coming here that it was the other way around. Angelo was a saint compared to these monsters experimenting on them and separating families to satisfy their own gains.

Angelo soon saw the doctor come in with two guards as per the routine that he be injected with the very thing making him immobile, wolfsbane. The very name means to kill him but they dilute it or use a specific dose that is just enough to keep Angelo alive but unable to move like he was on deaths door waiting for it to open. Once they finished their business they left Angelo to his thoughts and all he could think about was his mate and what his pup would look like right now and if they would ever be a family...

[Argetlam350]

Alekaiser awoke to blinding light, signalling a new day trapped within the walls of hell. The former beta's mind was mostly foggy from the sedatives they pumped into him, having him struggle to maintain some sense of his surroundings. Alekaiser sat in a corner of his cell, keeping his back safe while watching the door, only waiting for his turn of the daily torture treatments. In the early days perhaps he would of tried to fight it but now he was to broken to even try and stop the wretched beings from doing what they did, only the wolf tried driving the little bit of humanity left in Alekaiser away little by little, day by day.

He had been locked away for so long that he could not remember what the outside world was like, what it was like to be cold. Indeed the cells were not all that well insulated and made of concrete that it seemed always cold but it wasn't the same cold as living out in the world. How he longed to return home but deep down he knew that his home was gone. What was left of the Silver Claw Pack was stuck in this facility and he knew not even if his alpha had survived and if he had what he was like now. The pack bonds were gone, he felt no one anymore.

The sounds of whimpers, angered growls, and howls of pain signified that their tormentors were here, starting the first rounds of torture of the first poor victims. The wolf within growled in outrage and wanted to fight but his body was to numb, to weak to move. All he could do was wait for his turn and bide his time in hope that maybe, just maybe there would be a chance to escape one day. What would happened after was conflicting, the string of humanity that was left wanted to just go live in peace be it in his old home or just in some cave in the middle of no where. The wolf however wanted revenge, to taste the blood of his tormentors between his teeth and listen to their screams of agony for all the pain they had caused him, his pack, his family, his friends, and all the other werewolves that were trapped in the facility like him.

[shaitarn]

Louise shifted her weight restlessly on the wooden bench. The meeting had been going on for hours now without getting anywhere. She understood about the traditions that demanded strangers on another pack’s territory must approach them and ask for permission to stay – hell, you couldn’t live in a small island like Britain without honouring the traditions on a regular basis – but this alpha’s delicate verbal dancing was rapidly going from boring to annoying. She dropped her gaze to the toe of her boot, digging it into the earth, releasing the faintest hint of the scent of cut grass as stalks broke under her foot, biting down on her irritation. She shifted again on the bench. My arse has gone to sleep, she thought. It didn't help.

She almost grinned with relief as Tyra finally got to ask a simple yes or no question and ducked her head so the shadow of the baseball cap she’d started wearing concealed her face. Louise had only joined Tyra’s pack ten days ago; the alpha’s no-nonsense attitude and fierce determination had impressed her (and she had to admit, after spending far too long alone in a strange land, having others that she could depend upon around her was a comfort; a lone wolf is an unhappy wolf, her father had always said).

And then - the other’s answer, given in silence and the craven stink of fear. Her grin turned into a grimace of disgust. More sheep in wolf’s clothing, she thought.

“Fucking dogs,” she muttered, almost loudly enough for the other pack to hear as she swung one leg over the bench she’d been straddling and stood up, rubbing her lower back. She wondered if they’d understand the insult – a wolf that was afraid of humans and ran to keep on their good side was a dog, a mutt. Her temper was rising, but Tyra was alpha, and when she gestured for them to leave Louise turned, shoving her hands in the pockets of her jacket.

And then, the fear thickened to something far more dangerous. Louise jerked back and saw the alpha’s hand clamped around Tyra’s arm. Oh man; you don’t do that, she thought. She shifted her weight into a fighting stance without thought, lifting her gaze to study the other pack’s members. Her lips twitched at the corners, wanting to instinctively peel away from teeth that felt larger and sharper in her mouth than they had a moment ago. If Tyra had to fight this craven alpha, Louise would follow her without hesitation.

[Arista]

Tyra Hallowell: Belle Meade Plantation 9:00 a.m. Nashville TN

Acting on instinct and ignoring the voice that filtered across her mind saying that she wasn't a pup and needed to act her age, Tyra spun on her heel and easily slammed her fist against Grace's cheek, her head spun and the sound of bones snapping had a faint smile tugging on her lips. Stepping back and dusting off her leather jacket, Tyra tilted her head curiously as the Alpha rose her head and wiped absently at the blood freely pouring down her tanned face, silence filled the air as well as the scent of blood. Alpha Grace shifted and shook her head, Tyra crouched and snarled softly as she watched the Betas crouch and half-shift as well, truth be told now Tyra could do as she wished within the town, the 'truce' broken the moment her fingers had touched her skin, grinning at the anticipation coming from her Betas Tyra tilted her head and voiced her question. Her sweet tone hiding the anger and unease as she watched the Alpha.

"Yes?" She asked, the wild blowing strands of her blonde hair into her eyes, with a flick she dislodged the strands and pulled her lips back to show her now sharper and longer teeth.

"You plan to fight them? You and your pack?" The implications clear in her voice, Tyra rose to her full height and rolled her neck, sighing at the single crack it gave. Truth be told Tyra had craved a fight the moment they'd enter the town, sowmthing felt wrong and she didn't like it, they could do as they wished now but for now she wanted to see what would happen. The Beta that lunged at her was both expected as it was unexpected dodging to the left she easily raised her left leg and brought it done square in the males spine, the sound of his spine snapping brought a smile to her lips.

So a fight it was then. @shaitarn

[shaitarn]

Louise's lips peeled back in something that was half-grin, half-snarl, exposing her sharper teeth; her mouth filled with hot liquid, as though she was expecting a delicious meal. She shrugged out of her jacket, the muscles twitching and rippling under her skin as her partial shift continued. She surged forward, moving instinctively to Tyra's left, protecting her Alpha's flank.

Her rush took the Beta by surprise, and her shoulder slammed into his chest, the force carrying them both on to slam the Beta hard into a table behind them. He howled as something broke inside his torso, either a rib or perhaps one of his vertebrae. She slammed two quick punches into his stomach and groin, bringing a knee up into his face when he bent in pain, catching him full in the nose. The beta was bigger than her, but she threw him onto the table and pounced on top of him. She grabbed hold of his head by his ears and slammed it back against the table hard a couple of times until he lay still; an unpleasant dark liquid was leaking from his skull when she released him.

The baseball cap flew off her head when she sprang back down to the ground, her eyes glowing amber. She cast a quick glance around the area, looking for her next target.