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Sasha - Skoll

Indignation swung through Sasha's spine, causing her form to go rigid and her head to snap up as if struck. Dark eyes blazing with rage, she shot the Ulfric a surprisingly challenging look as he swept past her and into the house. Her hands curled into fists, itching to bruise flesh as the need to let the beast spill upwards until she shifted coursed through her veins. The anger that suffused her flesh with hot blood was hardly seen beneath the dark skin, but surely the scent of blood closer to her skin was obvious to the others. Shooting the hunter a look of menace, Sasha stalked past Marrec's bulky form and into the forest, ignoring the other enforcer's murmured protest.

Although she heard a howl raise up from a distance, Sasha gave no notice. It was a warning howl, but the concerns of the pack at large mattered little to Sasha. Growling deep in her chest, the werewolf sprinted into the forest and let the night take her rage. She moved with an ethereal grace that carried her over roots and holes hidden by snow that might otherwise have caused injury, her form a liquid shadow beneath the snow-laden trees.

She barely stopped before she came upon the cliff, spraying a cloud of snow over the edge. Staring down at what appeared a short and soft drop but in truth was sheer and lethal, Sasha slowly sank down until she lay splayed in the snow, wiggling her form until she was nearly buried. The cold seemed to leech away some of her hot rage, but the woman still released small intermittent growls. Cane. Cane. I'll push him right off this damn cliff, she thought with some acid, another growl trickling from her throat.

Marrec - Hati

Although he wasn't as surprised to see Sasha armed and ready for bear, Marrec knew her aggressive behavior would likely be bad form presently. The sight of the Lupa close behind made the man bite back a groan, knowing how protective the Ulfric was of the blinded werewolf - allowing her near danger was unacceptable, and the Ulfric responded in line with Marrec's train of though. Despite his predictions, Marrec's black eyes widened with surprise at the Ulfric's swift deterioration in mood. Even the mellow enforcer couldn't help but feel a spark of anger over Sasha's treatment. He moved to catch the woman before she stormed away, but Sasha dodged him and was soon out of sight. Heaving a sigh, Marrec turned back to the hunter and leveled him a less-than-friendly look.

“You heard the Ulfric. Get naked, man. Do it slowly.”

Crossing muscular arms across his chest and bracing his legs apart, Marrec stared the other man down, which was not the easiest feat given the similar heights. His focus on the man wavered briefly in response to the howl of a fellow werewolf, but Marrec didn't deviate from his present task.

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Marrec Olivier- Hati

As Markus approached the human hunter, Marrec shadowed him. His large frame was quiet, the prickling werewolf energy subdued to the point he could easily have passed for human if in the company of some of the best trained hunters – that is, if they were in a more normal location amongst less obvious werewolves. As it were, even without the energy sizzling around him like a miniature electrical storm, Marrec was a threat simply because of size and the soft, easy smile that curled his mouth upward but never touched the fathomless black eyes above. His posture appeared relaxed at a glance, but the looseness was simply the readiness of a werewolf willing to spring forward and take the bullet intended for his Ulfric, if the need arose. Every step the Ulfric took closer to the hunter, Marrec copied, but even his stalwart mind began to fret with the proximity – he simply wasn't as fast as Sasha. Where Sasha could blur in and out, removing threats, Marrec was more of a living shield and battering ram that could do more damage, but also in more time than the pack's Skoll.

His mouth opened to emit a protest, but Marrec quickly decided not to interrupt his Ulfric – the show of concern could very well convey weakness to the hunter. Instead, the enforcer let loose a quiet breath and settled in for the usual I'll-only-kill-you-if-I-must routine of bodyguard.

Sam Carroway – Geri

As the pack members split up, Markus and Marrec towards a stranger, Acacia guiding the new werewolf into the house, and Aldo back to the kitchen, Sam decided to strike out on her own. Energy sizzled along her skin as she teased the wolf closer to the surface, all too soon acquiring sharper teeth and nails alongside the wolfish eyes. Giving one last glance at the house and her fellow pack members, Sam moved along the side of the house until she was at the point where the trees rubbed up against the eaves. Feeling the shelter of the shadows swallow up her form, Sam began a brisk jog through the forest. Her bare feet left prints in the snow, but her skin stayed smooth and unperturbed by the cold wind that buffeted against her frame.

As Sam moved further into the surrounding woods, her body moved into low crouch that did little to reduce her speed. Dark hair streamed behind the moving woman, occasionally being thrown into her face by the strengthening wind. The wind was stronger in the mountains and carried scents from far away, but to Sam's surprise the scent of blood was strong – strong enough to be close to their home. Worry flitted across the Geri's face as she scented werewolves among the warm copper of blood. Did that new wolf bring more with her? Are we being attacked?

Sam leapt upwards, grabbing a thick bough and swinging herself into the tree. She climbed higher, limbs moving with muscle and ease despite the infrequent tree limbs. When she felt secure in her height, Sam began to follow the scent with utmost caution, becoming another whisper hidden under the wind. It wasn't long before she came upon the bodies, left to eventually be buried by the snow – and then revealed by the tardy sun.

A snarl ripped out of the woman's mouth, hands crooking into veritable claws as she crept closer. Scenting the wind, Sam found nobody to be close by, but someone had been... and they'd slaughtered Ted and Susanna. Her face began to contort, a muzzle lengthening out of her face. Sinking low to the ground and staring outward in the event of attackers, Sam let loose a piercing howl that rent the night's air.

Sasha - Skoll

"I will go Sasha. I will be at my Markus' side."

Sasha watched as Valerie sped out of the room, relieved that the Lupa would allow Sasha to return to Markus' side as well. Despite knowing she had to follow his commands, it was Markus' life she was supposed to be protecting, not his mate's. Although she had considered engaging more enforcers, Sasha was concerned with the potential problems that could arise from more dominant wolves. Venting a quick sight of relief, Sasha moved to follow Valerie.

A quick stop took the dark woman into her bedroom to grab a 12 gauge shotgun, sawed off for easier carry. Swinging it over her shoulder, Sasha followed the Lupa's trail with a quick, easy trot that was the benefit of long legs. She moved to the side so that anyone who saw the Lupa wouldn't immediately spot the enforcer, hoping to take any threat by surprise. With her pace, she quickly overtook the Lupa and followed the murmur of voices until they became clear, identifiable words. She spotted Marrec and Markus near a stranger who Sasha was quick to notice was armed. Baring her teeth in a grin full of malice and delight, the werewolf swung the shotgun forward and slowed to a stop, fixing the hunter in her sight.

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@Ultimate Spidey

Not especially. Although wolf's bane is a fairly universal poison with any species, werewolves have no special weakness to it. Due to their rapid healing abilities, they can only be weakened by copious amounts of the plant - which would likely require ingestion, which then brings up the issue of the wolf smelling the plant, or injection, which wouldn't be a simple feat with a werewolf. It'd likely have to be forced ingestion and/or injection. I would also make the plant rather uncommon, as there are already several weaknesses provided for the werewolf, so making the plant readily available would likely have led to them being far more rare.

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Werewolf details:

Werewolves are also known as lycanthropes, but their own term is Lukoi. They have three primary forms, but stronger werewolves can maintain enough control to move between the homid and lycaon forms. As such, they would be essentially homid, but with alterations to eyes, teeth, nails, presence of fur, muscles, so on. A werewolf with less control can do these things, but they would be a sign of imminent shifting, whereas a stronger wolf could absorb the changes and revert to homid.

Forms
Homid: human
Lycaon: bipedal wolf
Lupus: dire wolf

Communication
In homid and lycaon, they can actually speak aloud. Speaking in the lycaon form will, of course, be somewhat altered by talking with a muzzle. Muffled, awkward. ALL FORMS utilize body language, which can be a giveaway to a hunter when apparent humans behave in old fashion. Even in homid form, traditions like bowing to the Ulfric, submitting, licking, touching for reassurance, so forth, will be present. The pack can utilize telepathy, which is strongest in lupus form and grows weaker the closer to homid. An individual can block others from their mind and control what can be seen, like focusing and sending their thoughts at others - not so much like reading a book. The Ulfric can, with determination, pierce minds despite barriers. Telepathy is limited by range.

Pregnancy
In the event a werewolf becomes pregnant, there are some issues. The unborn child will be human and remain human when born unless infected. Surviving infection as an infant is very unlikely. Shifting can be violent, which will cause the body to miscarriage, so the werewolf would need to maintain enough control to not cause violent shifts (imagine the wolf exploding outside of the human form rather than the human form gently giving way). The Lycaon form does not support the fetus, due to the battle-ready quality of the form. A pregnant werewolf occupying this form risks losing her fetus. A pregnant werewolf will be a danger to herself, the pack, and humans, due to elevated emotions that might cause her to shift in anger.

The curse, relationships
Within a year of becoming a werewolf, one must be loved and love in return. This love should be romantic in nature, but need not last forever. So long as the lover is not lost in the first year, the curse remains broken. It only applies to the first year. If the lover is lost in the first year, it was found that the werewolf would not die immediately but instead had an extension. Given past events, it is assumed that the individual has another year from the day of their last lover's death to find a new lover, but nobody has ever cut it quite so close as to test the theory.

Mating pairs in the pack are considered serious bonds. Even though a pair of werewolves might claim to have the mating bond, they must be tested. The pair must go out on a hunt to show they can work together, and the quality of their kill (both difficulty and cleanliness) will be judged by the Ulfric. If the pair fails, they can try two more times. If they fail all three times, their mating bond is not validated and they do not gain status or additional power. If the Ulfric's test is passed, a ritual is then initiated in the Odessa's place of power, where the mating pair can establish themselves to ancient spirits, the Munin. These spirits are simply past werewolves that never truly leave the pack. By welcoming the mating pair, they grant something of a power boost, so mating pairs are stronger together than as individuals and gain status in the pack. Approval can be gained via sex or blood exchange.

Monogamy is not required, but it should also not break the mating bond.

Dominance
The Lukoi have an innate sense of who is dominant to who. Part of this is knowing the pack, but another is simply feeling the energy of the werewolf. In order to move up in the pack, a werewolf must fight every other werewolf who is above them. They can initially skip fights, but this is only if the challenge is accepted: if you know another werewolf still has to fight someone else before they challenge you, the fight can be denied. Once a werewolf reaches the Freki of the pack, they must beat Freki to fight Geri, beat Geri to challenge the Ulfric.

Lupa, Bolverk, and the enforcers (Skoll and Hati) are selected positions by the Ulfric. Having these positions does not equate to being dominant, but for the most part any Bolverk, Skoll, and Hati will also be dominant.

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Sasha

Sasha stood, conflicted. Markus was her Ulfric and had given a command, but in doing so had allowed himself to go unprotected while she stood and watched his mate. Despite Valerie's confidence in the safety of the compound, Sasha did not quite agree – Valerie was Markus' weakness, and was therefore a primary target for anyone seeking to weaken the Ulfric prior to challenging him or simply killing him. Despite the distance, Sasha concentrated on that part of her mind that linked with the other werewolves – it was weaker in human form, as if the telepathy worked best in the simple wolf's mind. She could, however, gain a vague feeling of where they were, as if faint echoes of their voices were drifting her way, though it only worked with mind voices that she knew well and heard often. By this method, Sasha found Marrec and Markus to be in close proximity.

Stroking a long, thin blade that was strapped to her forearm and hidden beneath the black long-sleeve she wore, Sasha gave a quick shake of her head that sent her hair rustling around her shoulders.

“Marrec has him. I will stay with you.”

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Marrec Olivier

He was up and moving at the sound of the gun shots, sleep a distant memory. Sasha is with him, he thought calmly, but he still moved with considerable speed towards the stairs, only to pause at the sound of growling and the movement of multiple furred bodies nearby. He was turning in that direction when the Geri showed up, her eyes the eerie pale blue of her wolf form. She spotted Marrec immediately, her brow wrinkling in the beginnings of a scowl.

“What's going on?” Her voice was deeper than normal, edged with a growl just waiting to slip into a fuller, more threatening sound.

“The Ulfric must be warning someone off – he does that. There's some noise outside, though,” Marrec mentioned as he moved to slip past Sam and see for himself what was going on. The woman shot him a withering glance before cutting him off, her long legs allowing her to devour the distance between them and back door of the house. Marrec followed in his more leisurely fashion, hardly concerned with all the dominant body language being used against him.

As the two werewolves approached the large sliding door that spilled onto the deck of the house, they found Aldo to be blocking a large chunk of the door with his body, apparently entranced with the commotion outside. Marrec spotted the Ulfric outside, but didn't see Sasha skulking nearby, and suddenly his curious expression became one of utter seriousness. Ignoring Sam's attempt to talk Aldo out of the way, Marrec used a well-placed elbow to shove the other man out of the way. Without waiting for either of the two werewolves to react, Marrec yanked the sliding door to the side and stepped outside, only to find himself towering over the unknown wolf.

Immediately assured that Markus was safe, Marrec slipped quickly away from the door and crouching wolf so that he stood to the side of the Ulfric, his body language bearing the threat of harm should anyone come too close. Dark eyes tracked the direction of the Ulfric's gaze, following it to the second interloper. Perhaps the cold was bringing strays to them, he thought with some amusement.

Sam Carroway

After Marrec shoved his way outside with appropriate haste, Sam followed in his wake, deviating to the opposite side of the door so that the new wolf was somewhat surrounded. Her posture was slightly crouched and aggressive, the gleaming hue of wolf eyes staring with alien quality out of a human's face making Sam appear even more predatory. Despite Markus's acceptance of the wolf, the Geri's form thrummed with a readiness to pounce, should the stranger offer violence.

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Character can also be NPC'd by Markus and Valerie as needed.

Sasha

Age: 23
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: Bisexual
Human or werewolf: Werewolf
Pack member or loner: Pack member
Pack name: Odessa
Pack position: Skoll
Appearance: 5'11”, muscular for a female.


Strengths :
Deadly with teeth, claws, mixed martial arts, and a host of weapons.
Truly doesn't care about being a bitch.
Fast.

Weaknesses:
Not social, not very good at making friends or getting along with pack members.
Impatient, acts without thinking
Arrogant

Personality: Sasha is kind of a bitch to most of the pack. Her loyalty is to Markus, and everyone else can go ahead and die already for all she cares, with the exception of Markus' lupa, Valerie, and Sasha's own mate, Charles. This is not to say she can't play nice at all, but her intolerance for silly or petty behavior makes it hard to like most individuals.

History: Sasha was turned when she was 16. She was brought into the Odessa pack after she lost control and accidentally killed a man. At the time, Charles was considered the new werewolf mentor for the particularly wild ones, so he was glued to Sasha's side during the initial few months. His method for helping Sasha gain control was through the demanding trials of martial arts training, which initially were more meditation than anything else. They were close friends from the start, but things slowly blossomed into deeper relations, and since then the pair have been nearly inseparable - except for when Sasha is on duty as Skoll, a position she was chosen for when the new Ulfric took on his position.

Other: Knives. So many knives. So many guns. Sasha's body is an arsenal: trained to be deadly without weapons, she is all the more destructive with them. Various knives litter her body, from a few small throwing blades to a long, curved blade that is a weight against her spine. She also has several guns, but the first to be drawn is her M1911, with her other two guns being smaller and more designed for back up. Her room in the house has a hidden and locked armory that includes other weaponry that can't sit as discreetly on her body.

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Sasha

The woman was at first hard to see, the darkness of her skin and clothes blending into the shadows she naturally gravitated towards. Much like a shadow, she moved when Marcus moved, though initially she was simply lounging outside his quarters, appearing much like the dozing Marrec downstairs. Unlike the other enforcer, Sasha was alert. Her loose limbs and closed eyes were a facade for sharp senses and a waiting, bristling energy that lurked just below the surface. She didn't stir when she heard movements in the bedroom, but the sudden crack of the first gun shot had her leaping to her feet and moving towards the door that separated them, her hand settling on the doorknob before the second shot rang out. As she shoved open the door, Sasha slid into a crouch and brought forth her own gun, sighting down the barrel of an M1911 before the thick cornrows that swayed nearly to her waist had settled.

A grunt crawled past her lips as Sasha realized Markus was just warning off potential threats. Standing up with a grace that suggested muscles in places more akin to her wolf form than her human form, Sasha placed her gun back in its holster. The movement of her loose sweater hinted at a large, fixed blade on her hip, but the remainder of her weapons were more discreetly placed.

“Warning would be nice sometimes,” she complained lightly, moving through the room and out onto the balcony to stand beside the Ulfric. The smell of his gun was thick on the air, but as another gun owner, Sasha was accustomed to the smell. “What's going on?” Black eyes roamed over the expansive view before them, nostrils flaring as she took in the more subtle scents that lay beneath the gun powder and smoke.

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@Wraithblade6

I think for now, vampires are off the table. Perhaps later if more ammo is needed to keep the roleplay alive, but the dynamics of the werewolf culture still have a lot to explore.