urukhai

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Haha, duly noted

Mass Effect:The Cycle Continues

so question whats going on with that hive on my planet

@Jangel13

hive? the only Hive tha I know of is the Hive ship in orbit that the Karilac brought in with them for a situation like this, plus any needed ground invasion forces

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

Charnel looped back around to the main group, setting his wings back into their normal positions. His normal chipper expression was slightly glum under his mask, and he silently thanked that no-one could see him right now. He had hoped to at least get a few more shots off on the interlopers, but being alive would have to suffice this time. He quickly checked the status of the hound and found, much to his relief that it was undamaged as a whole, a few scratches to be buffed out but no holes in the fuselage. He was still giveing everything the once ver when his radio came alive "Eagle Flight, how're you holding up? Didn't anticipate such advanced jets to jump in."

"Im good, though I have to say, that the next person who comes at me out of the blue I call for kicking in the teeth." He grumbled into the mike "Its getting real annoying. And Viking? I'm beginning to like you more and more." As he finished his last sentence a grin once more lit up his face. Slowly banking he came into a holding pattern, this time his eyes darted between radar and sky, determined to not get jumped again. He cooled out a bit on the flight back, but still every so often he would do a quick double check.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

"Need anything ready if you do need to go to work?"

Emil smiled again as he sat, and mulled over the question "Hmm, not much would hopefully be needed. But if you find a screwdriver, Phillips head, a nice sized stone with a flat bottom and some rags. Feel free to leave them within reach of wherever we are keeping them, if you happen to come across them that is. And thank you my friend, for leading me back."

With that Emil turned and began to follow the familiar path towards the house, his nose picking up both familiar of home and the smell of death unfamiliar in this place. Slowing down as he neared the house, he breathed deeply as he settled his nerves, and hoped silently that the door was unlocked. As he reached the door he probed its surface with his nose until he found the handle, and after dropped his bundle momentarily he bit down on to turn. Thankfully it turned and opened with a satisfying clunk, and allowed the Bolverk inside. He entered gingerly as not to run into anyone, turning the slunk through the hallways till he found what sounded like an empty bathroom, it's echoing and lack of shouting/screaming at him confirming that it was safe to enter. Closing the door he deposited his bundle and went to the center of the room to sit. Clearing his mind he began the shift, groaning internally as the discomfort spread like wildfire. He kept his mouth shut as his bones rearranged, changed, lengthened and popped into place. But after it was all said and done he lay back on the cold tile floor with a satisfied sigh. He waited a moment before he stood and dressed himself in a slight hurry, he was running late after all.

After he pulled his jacket on Emil paused. Reaching up he undid the tight hooks that held his blinder in place. Breathing deeply he removed it with a touch of hesitation. But, much to his relief, the light in the bathroom was off and did not dazzle him as he removed the bandage like blinder. Using his fingers he combed his tangle of hair back before using the blinder to tie it in place. As he opened the door he was greeted by the familiar nondescript smear of color that was the walls of the house. Emil slightly laughed internally, he used to hate abstract art but now his world was a minimalist painting with only the two shades of light and dark, the artist's revenge he supposed. As he laughed he traced his way to a small out of the way supply closet, in which he had stored his cane. After retrieving it he began to make his way to the sound of the group and the smell of food, the *tick-tack* of the metal tip of the stick preceding him. He paused a moment as the smell of death grew, overpowering the smells of food and home. Hanging his head he muttered a few nondescript things, his face solemn. He drew in a deep breath, committing the last scraps of Susanna and Ted's sent to memory.

Shaking his head he put on a slight grin, fake or not it was better than looking like a undertaker, and continued on. He entered the kitchen, seeking out the sound of the Ulfric among the crowed. He looked for a couple minutes, passively passing people to register them against his memories. He did this until he found someone he hoped was the right person, (as both the smell and sound fit the bill), he bowed slightly "I apologize for my lateness, and any possible dishevelment of my appearance. But I respond to your summons as I am."

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

ok post is half done, will finish and edit and post when I wake.

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

Emil's ears perked up as he heared Merrec talk about the hunters. Hunters were new, as normally they were dead long before they would get to his grip, but as the Hati spoke Emil's anticipation grew, even if the gentleness that would not break the humans would take some restraint.

“Although they might be dead by now... I guess we'll have to go see,”

Emil huffed as he stood "That would certainly be far less entertaining, though not unexpected. Wait here a moment will you, I have to fetch some things."

With that Emil turned and disappeared into the woods, tracing a path that he had walked many a times to a small hollow tree. Inside was stashed a small bundle of fabric, which was tied with string that was looped at the top for easy mouth-borne transportation. He slowly sniffed the package, ensuring it was what he was meant to be picking up and not an unfriendly hibernating badger. Satisfied he picked it up and turned to make his way back to where Marrec was waiting, retracing his steps slowly by finding them in the soft snow and waling in them as cloesly as possible as to minimize the chance of getting lost. "Sorry my friend, had to collect my clothing. Didn't want it to stay and mold out here. As a side note, why don't you lead the way, as I'm afraid all my paths have been covered in snow, and I left my walking cane at home." He swayed slightly as he waited to get underway, his gaze slightly to the right of Merrec.

After a moment his smile died and his face seemed to darken as a thought rolled through his mind, and colored his expression "So, how many did they get?" he asked as he swayed his tone more serious than before. "Did the hunters get anyone?"

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

that... was shorter than it looked

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

The Woods, a fair way from the pack house

The morning was quiet, a slight breeze cooled the warm rays of the sun as it peeked out from behind the trees. In a clearing sat a lone figure of a wolf, it sat facing the rising sun, its head held high to catch every smell and sound of the new day. Its ears twitched one way as the caw of crows from deeper in the forest reverberated through the dense tree pack, even overcoming the muffle of the snow, and then twitched another way as the creaking of an overloaded sapling bending to the weight of the snow. It was peace, it was near serenity, it was.... the sound of crunching foot falls coming his way. Slowly the wolf stood and crept towards the treeline, slowly moving its way through the trees by keeping one always near its side and probing outwards with its noes to find the next one. It was slow work, but it was silent and the best he could do without using sound to help him locate the trees.

Still he made progress towards the sound of the snow crunching foot falls. They began to sound familiar as he neared, and the smell that finally overcame the snow confirmed his suspicions. Smiling internally he sat and waited for the other to get closer before reaching out his thoughts. "You can stop prowling around now Marrec. You've found me, or I've found you, or we've found each-other. Ether way you coming out here means and end to my sabbatical, how... delightful!" As he spoke Emil couldn't help but let his smile out, his tongue lolling out to the side slightly. "So what does our illustrious leader require of me?"

Werewolf Roleplay - OPEN

@ViolentViolet
That it will be

Thunderbolt Black (Fighter Pilot Mercenaries)

^ I like that