[2261] The Wolves Den

The year is 2261 - This takes place after "Amanda" and Ethan's daring escape from the big bad wolf.


Delanie McKay:

I finish sucking the marrow from a horse bone and toss it aside for sharpening what little remains later. The bone floats away, spinning, in the zero-gravity environment.

The hunt had been decent. A big horse and its floating skeletal remains outside added some ambiance and aesthetics in this boring bare cavern that hid our ship aways away from the human settlement.

Following those weird human radio frequencies had really paid off. So much wandering, defenseless, prey for the picking...

I lean back in the weightless environment and watch blood blobs float lazily above me for a while, then push off a bottled chair behind me to launch myself up to eat the blood before the specks travel too far away and get lost somewhere.

Shame uncle and his family aren't here. We could split the prey. Giving them this blood to clean up while we relish in the meat.

George Cavendish, a secret pack less werewolf was still fuming bad after Tully hit him in the head. He goes off after the intrudes but they have already gone. He sniffs out something that doesn't belong to the usual construction. He nears sniffing.. then stops. It was undignified.


"HEY. HEY YOU YELLOW BELLY COWARDS, COME OUT."

*growls looking around and starts moving away from cavern*

George gives a grunt trying to break loose of the sudden hold, its like... she came out of nowhere!

He goes still at the sight of her fire threatening him. She shout out a comand and George narrows his eyes trying to keep his cool.

"I wasnt expecting you."
He smiles nervously, the only other wolf he met was the bitch who turned him. Maria. She was a fake a spy who he killed.

"I was looking for a group of intruders who just attacked me, they aren't wolves...they are from the stars."

Delanie:


*My eyes narrow at his nervious smile, trying to decide if I believe him or not. Though I'm not sure why he'd make up such a strange tale unless he's truly a coward that's unworthy to bear the scent of the mighty wolf.

I have half a mind to rip out his throat now, given that he got this close to the ship, though I know if I do that, whatever pack me may belong to might come seeking revenge.

For now I let him go and give him a shove from the hand that held his neck.

I let out my fire.

"Go find your prey then, loan wolf... If that is the truth.. Though I see no reason you'd hunt these star beings alone without your pack, if you truly aren't a lone spy."

*I raise a brow questionly.

George thinks he charmed her already cause he's a manwhore. Why else would he still be alive. He has a self righteous smirk on his face.

"Why thank you..."

He gets triggered from his past trauma by the word 'spy'.

"I am not!" He swayed back to his feet frustrated.

"I am my own man. I don't need a pack...never did.. "

He wondered just how many packs there were, he didn't think Maria came from this one.

She certainly couldn't breath fire...

George tries to walk off cocky..its his way.

"I will. Try the bar in town one day its wolfbane free, maybe I'll see you around... it must get stuffy in a cave.."

He heads back to town...well what's left of it after the whole rampage. There better be a tent bar. George is done playing hero chasing down Tully. He almost got eaten and/or set on fire tonight. He done.

Delanie:

I consider his statement.


Hmm... That might be a good way to get other supplies... Hopefully, the human primates can take bone weapons or shiny rocks as payment cause I don't know what else these weird humans take.

"Perhaps you will."

"From Potential Suspects In the Parta Murder Become to City Terrorists?! Nearly Killed Amanda as Well?! Kidnapped & Brainwashed Key Murder Investigator?! The Untold Story!"


"Everyone knows yesterday, the followers of Beolan, who are potential suspects in Angelic's Murder, just had their beasts of burden tare through the streets and rooftops of Havenland causing unprecedented destruction. It's unknown how many may have died crushed under the wreckage or ensuing chaos on the streets from resulting speeding carriages, or those potentially caught in friendly fire when the brave police of Havenland tried to bring the beasts down. Workers are working around the clock to fix these streets and see of any missing persons. This is old news. This is what anyone not living under the asteroid's rocks should know. However, what people may not know is the untold story. The details and truth hidden beyond the surface of the destruction. The truth of what happened... One night prior...


According to Angelic's sister, the beloved Amanda, she was nearly killed by the murderer. Spectators may remember a crime scene in Town Square before the chaos. Yes, dear readers. This is that story. Amanda claimed to have been saved by Dr. Ethan Goth, whom she had been riding with. According to police statements, Dr. Goth was the forensic analyst working on Angelic's case.


While the two survived, their horse did not. A warning perhaps? As the very next morning a stampede of horses fled through town. A mere coincidence? Or a calling card? I'll let you, dear reader, decide. What's more, the horse was gone... And the horse wasn't the only thing taken.

During the chaos of the Beo worshiper's destructive ride, the investigator was among the occupants on the ride of hell. The man rambled on about freedom from slavery while under the stern stare of potential Angelic murderer, Tully.

Truly a turncoat? Or perhaps coercion? Or... Was his talk of slavery a subtle code? A cry for help to be freed from the Beolan worshipers?

As always my dear readers, I'll let you decide, and remember, keep an eye out and think outside the box!"

~Photos and Story Written by: Crystal Deathwalker

Hepaci:

I read the latest in the paper, from that Crystal's view it seemed less a epic failure that I felt yesterday was.

Ugh..

I pour another glass of hard liquor and turn the page.

The only plus I suppose is that Ethan man Amanda was going on and on about was gone. ... unless he will strike again to steal her away.

I eye around the place for her, her usual seat next to the fruit bowl was empty.

I did see a new face, a blonde too. Rare.

"Morning to ya."

I call out to get a vague notion of what she was about.

Delanie:

*Squints at him, then eyes him up and down.*

*Hm*

*Takes a seat next to him. Deciding 'social interaction' might be as good resonance as any.*

*My snake flicks its tongue scenting the air facing him.*

"Morning to you too." *Eyes flicker over to him.* "Crazy times, huh?" *Glances at the now visible page but I only skim it now that there's someone to 'socialize with'. Best to use the chance while it's there. People are fleeting. Paper is fleeting... Though chances are all the papers aren't going to go walk away in a minute.*

On a brief glance, the page has a title that says: "Tully Stalking Tony!? Possible Next Victim!?"
It was another article written by the same author as the front page one. It says something about that name from the last one "Tully" and something about how he had been on the lookout for someone named Tony. That a credible witness had been questioned by Tully on the location of Tony's ranch just before the trampling. If there was a statement from the Tony guy I didn't get to that part as I look back at the 'live intel'.

"Such a waste." *I gesture vaguely nonchalant at a window where you could see repair crews. Thinking about how much prey might have been lost and how all this worry over fixing their habitat would lead to less time mating and reproducing new ones to keep the population up. A responsible Alpha has to think about this sort of thing, so the food supply doesn't die out and dwindle and the pack wont starve.*

Hepaci:

I was pondering the demise of Tony if he was really 'next' would that clear the way to Amanda?

Mm..

The blonde distracts me, her hair was even rarer then red what can I say.

"It was... a complete waste of time, it wasnt even up for a full week... but hey it can only get better right?"

I laugh nervously taking a drink, if my life is a picture of anything it was 'it will only get worst'. Maybe I should have left the humans in charge for a bit longer. Let someone else suffer through the failure of the start.
Then again their ideals weren't great for profit. I needed to make this a profitable place not safe guard humanity.

"We're getting alot of new workers, all sorts of settlements have to relocate, its becoming a icy wasteland out there no one is gonna have a choice much longer." I smirk at the thought of clueless hapless homeless aliens to exploit thinking this was a 'better life' and oh it will be for me...

Delanie:

*I listen to the man laugh and tilt my head, watching him drink, while I pet my snake's head slowly.

"Yes... Let's hope it does..."

*I listen as he goes on.*

*I take a deep breath, scenting the air. Wondering how many types of prey they are.*

*The man smells.... unusual to say the least... Perhaps I should be careful...

"Oh... That's reassuring."

Unless it's competition...

Hepaci:

The blonde says our new load of alien help is reassuring, I hope it is. Either way I was glad not to be surrounded by boring humans. Of course my band came with me from our asteroid grounds ever loyal and dummer then me so easily controlled. but still, I'd like to not be driven inside by so many morons. I like challenge. To a degree.

"So tell me lovely, where you from? We don't get such fair hair down in these parts?" I smirk at her. What was the old stories? They burnt all the blondes so that hag queen could never recarnate or posse... whatever...

Im sure there was a non magical reason it bred out of style. It did make her seem far more dangerous ... plus the snake sure didnt not make her look like a hellion..

Delanie:

*I smile and lean my chin on my palm casually.

"Now if I told you that, it would take away all the mystery of our chance encounter, wouldn't it?... Shouldn't some things be better left unsaid?..."

*I sit up, taking my hand off my palm, and instead move it over to him and draw a circle lightly with the tip of my finger over the back of his hand.*

"The lack of knowledge and craving to know it... Gives a reason to keep coming back for more, wouldn't you say?"

*I wink, playing with my prey, and my snake hisses.*

Delanie:

I smile and wave my fingers in a wave of farewell.

Hmm.. I wasn't imminently looked down on and told not sit around or asked what order my 'master' wanted.

Might make sense given the new settlement and all the different aliens and groups coming to settle here...

That and a fresh stream of prey?...

I think I might like it here...

There is the possible complications of other carnivores but it's not like that'll be much of an issue.  I glance around at the others. I'm sure I can take any of them easily.

I make a mental note to try to find and steal some platinum jewelry from these pampered poodles. It'll help us not get suspected, at least by those who can't tell the difference between platinum and silver and the lesser species that don't have the sense of smell to smell a werewolf. It might also help to blend in with the high class instead of the slave game perhaps?... Though some jerks just might accuse of theft which they'd be right, but still...

It seems appealing... and like the man said... People will be running here to escape the freeze..

Yes... This hunting ground will do nicely.