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The backstreet was a hard place. Not only because of the petty crime and shady peddling that usually went on, but also because there is an unknown player on the streets of New York. A player that moves in packs, vicious and ferocious, and prayes on the weak, if not each other. Survival for the fittest.
Werewolves.
A few big gang such as the Red Hound Pack and the Snarlwhips control most of the New York "main" backstreets, where they serve as the overlord street gang of all criminals in town. They're of course bitter rivals, and have been at a standstill in their tug-of-war kind of conflict for years now.
There are however smaller, scattered packs that haven't yet come to the mercy or wrath of the bigger gangs. Such as the Up-Town-Pack and the Streetfangs. The streetfangs were among the smallest packs, just five individuals. And Gabriel was their leader.
Walking through the now darkening streets with his hood up and his hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets, Gabriel turned and twisted around the labyrinth-like maze of converging and interlocking streets. In his backpack he had some food for his pack. It wasn't much but it would be enough for them all once combined with what the others had found.
Once he made a turn, the wind changed. He lifted his head and stopped in his tracks, catching the scent of something. Quickly, he stuffed his backpack in a secret hiding-place behind a wall of rubble. He'd come back for it later... For now, it seemed there were some intruding werewolves on his turf. And he didn't like that.
They weren't moving fast. He never lost their scent. The wind was against him so they probably wouldn't catch his smell until he could see them, if at all. After a few twists and turns, he stopped at hearing a sound. A girl walked merrily through the backstreets, probably on her way home from work. It was late, though, and Gabriel could almost hear the coins in her purse. He looked around. The scent was lost. The wind was still. They're around here somewhere.
Suddenly there was a voice, a gruff and mocking voice, from one of the alleyways. "Hey there, miss..." the mischievous fellow said as he stepped out, his hood covering his eyes. He stood blocking the way of the girl. "Say, it's getting late and you're walking through the alleys all by yourself. It could be dangerous out here y'know?"
He took a step forward, and two other shady men came out from the alleyways behind the girl. She was trapped. Gabriel could see them from here, how the other two stood next to each other, blocking the way the girl had come from, while the first one, obviously their leader, blocked her pack up front. "Allow us to 'escort' you home. We'd very much like to carry your bags for you as well." he grinned, as the other two approached her from behind. They were gonna snatch her purse, probably. Who knows what else they have in mind, the beasts. Gabriel was lucky though. They hadn't spotted him, and the wind was still so they wouldn't catch his scent just yet. Up-town-pack. he thought. Morons, intruding on my turf like that.
He remained in his hidingplace for a moment, however. He wanted to catch them off-guard, or if the girl really needed help.
Werewolves.
A few big gang such as the Red Hound Pack and the Snarlwhips control most of the New York "main" backstreets, where they serve as the overlord street gang of all criminals in town. They're of course bitter rivals, and have been at a standstill in their tug-of-war kind of conflict for years now.
There are however smaller, scattered packs that haven't yet come to the mercy or wrath of the bigger gangs. Such as the Up-Town-Pack and the Streetfangs. The streetfangs were among the smallest packs, just five individuals. And Gabriel was their leader.
Walking through the now darkening streets with his hood up and his hands stuffed deep into his jacket pockets, Gabriel turned and twisted around the labyrinth-like maze of converging and interlocking streets. In his backpack he had some food for his pack. It wasn't much but it would be enough for them all once combined with what the others had found.
Once he made a turn, the wind changed. He lifted his head and stopped in his tracks, catching the scent of something. Quickly, he stuffed his backpack in a secret hiding-place behind a wall of rubble. He'd come back for it later... For now, it seemed there were some intruding werewolves on his turf. And he didn't like that.
They weren't moving fast. He never lost their scent. The wind was against him so they probably wouldn't catch his smell until he could see them, if at all. After a few twists and turns, he stopped at hearing a sound. A girl walked merrily through the backstreets, probably on her way home from work. It was late, though, and Gabriel could almost hear the coins in her purse. He looked around. The scent was lost. The wind was still. They're around here somewhere.
Suddenly there was a voice, a gruff and mocking voice, from one of the alleyways. "Hey there, miss..." the mischievous fellow said as he stepped out, his hood covering his eyes. He stood blocking the way of the girl. "Say, it's getting late and you're walking through the alleys all by yourself. It could be dangerous out here y'know?"
He took a step forward, and two other shady men came out from the alleyways behind the girl. She was trapped. Gabriel could see them from here, how the other two stood next to each other, blocking the way the girl had come from, while the first one, obviously their leader, blocked her pack up front. "Allow us to 'escort' you home. We'd very much like to carry your bags for you as well." he grinned, as the other two approached her from behind. They were gonna snatch her purse, probably. Who knows what else they have in mind, the beasts. Gabriel was lucky though. They hadn't spotted him, and the wind was still so they wouldn't catch his scent just yet. Up-town-pack. he thought. Morons, intruding on my turf like that.
He remained in his hidingplace for a moment, however. He wanted to catch them off-guard, or if the girl really needed help.
Expect turn 11 tonight!
I will be back home tonight, so depending on how tired i am i might make a post :D
Hay guys. Sorry for forgetting to tell you all i was going away for the weekend. I am posting from my phone on the train and will be back home tonight (in like 5 more hours, ugh).
I have read some of your posts though and i must say, @zendrelax, i enjoyed the post about your god lot. I am also glad you and @cyclone met up, being the first players to make contact!
It gave me an idea. I am going to add an achievement section to the OOC, for fun. Wont post until tomorrow probably, but im still here!
I have read some of your posts though and i must say, @zendrelax, i enjoyed the post about your god lot. I am also glad you and @cyclone met up, being the first players to make contact!
It gave me an idea. I am going to add an achievement section to the OOC, for fun. Wont post until tomorrow probably, but im still here!
Name: Gabriel Sawyer
Age: 25
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Personality: A rather lonely, hardheaded fellow. He keeps to himself and his pack mostly, but he is fiercly loyal to them and the people he care about. He knows he should probably keep away from trouble but he can't stand to see injustice and not act.
Background: He never knew his parents. He has always lived in the backstreets of New York with one pack or another. When he was a teenager he was kicked out of his pack because the alpha saw him as a threat. They were a bad bunch and Gabriel constantly tried to change their ways which is the reason the alpha chased him away.
Eventually, he made his own pack with somewhat like-minded individuals. Recently however they've been attacked by a few rival gangs and have lost some territory.
Age: 25
Appearance:
Gender: Male
Personality: A rather lonely, hardheaded fellow. He keeps to himself and his pack mostly, but he is fiercly loyal to them and the people he care about. He knows he should probably keep away from trouble but he can't stand to see injustice and not act.
Background: He never knew his parents. He has always lived in the backstreets of New York with one pack or another. When he was a teenager he was kicked out of his pack because the alpha saw him as a threat. They were a bad bunch and Gabriel constantly tried to change their ways which is the reason the alpha chased him away.
Eventually, he made his own pack with somewhat like-minded individuals. Recently however they've been attacked by a few rival gangs and have lost some territory.
Aye, i will try to make one too even though im on phone!
Meeeeeeeeeeee :(
I'm sorry what did I do Q_Q
Edit: I may or may not have used Dylan's name wrong. He was the megalodon, I realize now.
<3
TURN 10!
We've reached two digit turns, I'm so proud of u guys!
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