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Post by Pebble on Oct 9, 2016 0:28:07 GMT
The sound of glass breaking and the familiar form of Sam in the air was something one would not see everyday.
- 10 MINUTES EARLIER -
"Sh. Somethings not right. I'll scout." Fawn's voice echoed around the dark building. Her bones popping were next as she changed forms. Now dog, she could see better. She perked her ears, leaving Sam's side to scout ahead. Not to long ago the three had left to hunt down this shapeshifter pack. Sam and Fawn had split away from Dean just under 5 minutes ago; she was counting. It was too quiet. Now alert, the canine crept forward, silent. Something to her right moved and she stopped, pointing. For a few seconds it was silence. Then, a human leapt out, tackling Fawn. She yelped before sinking silver teeth into its shoulder, forcing it off with a howl. She scrambled up, shifting mid run to grab Sam's hand. "Let's go!" She said, dragging him away and to the nearest exit. Stairs. She bounded up them, two steps at a time, pulling Sam along behind her. They kept climbing until the reached the top. Shit. Cornered. Fawn looked around, looking for some sort of exit as the shapeshifter howls got louder. The window. She looked at Sam then the window again. He had to get out of her. She didn't matter. With this, she would line him up before actually charging him, hitting him with her shoulder. She knew he wouldn't jump with out her. Glass shattering made her jump back, knowing he got out, and she prepared to jump. Then, suddenly, the memories reminded her. Stoney. She backed away, fear engulfing her. "Sam, run!" She called from her place above before whirling around to face the shifters. Alright. Come get it.
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Post by Timur on Oct 9, 2016 3:47:41 GMT
Sam was ok with fawn going forwards a bit to scout. He could make sure nothing came from his end, plus when Fawn was set on something there was no stopping her. She knew how to fight and defend herself, she'd be fine.
For now.
A Yelp, a howl. Sam was too far away to do anything but seemingly a second later she took his hand, and he just had to hope that it was actually fawn and not a shifter. They ran up the stairs, Sam's mind racing with what to do and how to keep her safe. They didn't say much if anything, but their minds were working at a million miles a minute. They ran up the stairs, and ran, and ran. It seemed like that's all a hunter did. Ran from the monsters, ran from the Feds, run run and more running.
And then crap. They were cornered. "It's ok, we'll fight them off." he said. If he could keep her hopes up then they'd have a better chance at getting out. He had found that if you believed you could get out or do something, you tended to do so. If you gave up hope though, that spelled doom. He wasn't aware that she was planning to shove him out the window, that she currently thought that he was more important. She was center of his whole world, take the center away and it'd collapse. She had managed to function without him, but with how many hopes he had for their future loosing her would hit him harder than anything he had experienced before. Right now she had the element of surprise, and boy did it help.
He had been looking at the entrance, preparing to fight off any shifters that came through it. They had nothing to barricade it sadly. Her footsteps merged with the howls of the shifters and she had a huge advantage over him. And it worked. Her shoulder drove into him, forcing him through the window and shattering the glass. His arms were instinctively thrown over his head to protect it, and a voice called down after him. "FAWNPELT!" he yelled, hoping as if that word alone would get her to jump with him, get her out of the danger. He hit the ground with a thud, the breath knocked out of him. That'd be sore in the morning. However adrenaline pumped through him, a determination to help his Fambi. He quickly got to his feet, looking up for any sign that she had jumped too. But there was nothing, not even her shadow in the window.
No! It wasn't supposed to be like this! He was supposed to be up there helping her fight off the shifters, or getting her to safety. She could fight, she could defend herself, but no one could take on that many shifters alone and win. Not even him. He was supposed to help her and defend her when needed. But why hadn't she jumped? Oh right, the glass. It triggered her, brought back bad memories. So she wasn't going to jump? He wasn't about to willingly leave her. "Fawnpelt I'm coming!" he shouted back up, and began sprinting as fast as his legs would carry him to the door, which would allow him to get to fawn, allow him to help defend her. He wasn't sure if he could live with himself if she died, knowing that he could of helped her. It would be his fault, he wouldn't be able to stand it.
But that wasn't going to happen. Why not? One word- Arwen. She knew that Fawn wanted him safely out of harm's way, wanted him alive. Arwen respected that and would help that. She was a smart girl, and when Sam fell out the window, well that wasn't something you saw everyday. Fawn probably pushed him out, judging by the yells they used to communicate. She'd help her friend with her wish for Sam to be safe, and that is how a well-timed brick hit Sam in the head, knocking him out cold and he hit the ground again. He would have to get that checked out later, but for now the cobalt blue eyed girl would drag him away, drag him away to safety so Fawn wouldn't have to worry as much. Sam on the other hand, would be worried to hell about Fawnpelt, and would be stressed out. He wouldn't like the fact that she was being held captive(well soon would be) by shifters, he'd try to get her out of there and end up failing, but he'd still try.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 9, 2016 4:09:54 GMT
His screams were agonizing to Fawnpelt, but she had a job. The shifters came charging in and she too changed form. With this, her pelt would merge with bodies. Howls that belonged to herself and the shifters could be heard, then, silence.
Arwen lifted her head briefly at the sudden silence from her 'pack'. With this, she was hurriedly drag Sam away, grunting with how big he was. She was simply a small girl.
Several months ago, Arwen had left without a single trace, in search of something more than the group. She found it. A pack. She yearned fit Dean, yes, but the tasks at hand kept her busy. The pack was relentless though, and commanding. She hated it, compared to the Alpha life she had lived. With Sam suddenly falling out the window, came a new chance. A chance for her to get back with the group. Cobalt blue eyes would look around for the familiar face of Dean but she didn't see him. Boy, Sam. Cut back a bit. She grunted, struggling to drag him to safety.
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Post by Timur on Oct 9, 2016 4:32:45 GMT
Dean on the other hand had managed to let go. He had met many girls throughout his life time, and he know how to just let go of one. Holding onto Arwen wouldn't be beneficial at all, so he let go. The howling of the shifter pack alerted him and got him sprinting towards the scene of the howling, but then all was quiet. No. That couldn't be good. "Sammy! Fawn!" he yelled. Both had came along, so he was concerned for both of them. Fawnpelt and the others who had come were pretty much family at this point, no matter how annoying they were at sometimes- no names. And with the whole family package came with Dean's protection. That's why he came running, growing even more concerned when the howls grew quiet. Surely nothing had gone wrong?
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Post by Pebble on Oct 9, 2016 4:39:42 GMT
Arwen silently hid Sam behind a few crates next to the building. She lifted her head at Dean's call, eyes brightening. Wait. He needed to be quiet... he was nearby. "Dean!" She called out before ducking behind the crates incase the pack came along. She didn't want to be caught betraying them... it would end in death. They weren't ones to play around and she wanted to leave. Good chance was right now.
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Post by Timur on Oct 9, 2016 5:43:23 GMT
Dean was still running, boy he was far away from them. With each second passing he grew more scared, the silence causing fear for the two. Silence met one of many things, none of them good. Then a voice sounded, faint but there. For a moment he didn't recognize it, but then it hit him. Arwen? What the hell was she doing here? It caused him to cease for a bit. Was she in trouble too? It took him a second to decide what to do, but sorry Arwen, Sam and Fawn were more important to him. Besides, he was closer to them than he was to Arwen, well Sam was tucked behind some crates but he didn't know that. So he started running again, still in the same direction, that impulsive determination that made Dean Dean running through him. It was probably stupid to try and face the obviously multiple shifters in the room where Fawn and (he thought) Sam were located, but of course he'd try anyways. What was there to stop him?
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Post by Pebble on Oct 9, 2016 14:04:19 GMT
Arwen was. Making sure Sam was hidden, and knocked out, Arwen made her choice. She stripped herself of her clothes and began the short painful process of turning into a dog. No skin shed, she'd developed that the lucky dog. Now canine, she took a final glance at Sam before moving some of the crates to make sure he was hidden from her pack. They find him, he was dead. With this, the hound dog would streak off into the building, nose picking up scents if her pack. However, there was a faint scent under theirs. Sam... Fawn... aha. There it was. Dean. She put her nose to the ground and tracked his cold track, aiming to save him before he too was captured... and killed. His running foot steps could be heard a mile away and she stopped using her nose to follow him. There. She streaked on, passing him and skidding to a stop in front of him, whirling around and bracing herself to get ran over. A deep growl rose in her throat as her cobalt eyes watched him. Eh. He could end up shooting her. He better recognize her though. She'd have his head if he didn't.
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Post by Timur on Oct 9, 2016 21:59:10 GMT
Paw steps, they at first compelled him to run faster, but they streaked ahead of him and forced him to stop. He was about to say get out of the way, and then shoot it if it didn't, but then he saw her eyes, those deep blue eyes that had captivated him when they first met. "Arwen? What are you doing here?" the male asked quickly, wanting to get this conversation over as fast as he could to go help the others.
/didn't really know what else to put here sorawry
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Post by Pebble on Oct 9, 2016 23:17:54 GMT
Arwen huffed, grabbing his jacket sleeve and tugging him away. He blue eyes were pleading as she let go, turning around to lead him to his brother. Fawn was... screwed. She whimpered, looking back at her lost love. Her deep hypnotic eyes stared at him. Maybe he would loose it and follow?
//a haha same.
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Post by Timur on Oct 9, 2016 23:38:28 GMT
It was definitely Arwen, but she seemed to be trying to get him away from where he was going. Why? She tugged at his sleeve but he refused to budge. Maybe if he knew that Sammy was unconscious behind some crates he'd be more willing to follow, but he thought that Sam and Fawn were fighting- hopefully still fighting or had won- the shifters. The female mysteriously disappeared a bit ago and now when he saw her again she tried to lead him away from where he thought he had to go, that landed as a bit fishy with Dean. however, being Dean, he still cared for her well being, but didn't know that this was her pack. So he said "Listen, there's a bunch of shifters here who wouldn't hesitate to kill you and you need to get out of here. I'm going to go get Fawn and Sam and then once we get back to the bunker we can catch up or something. Ok? Ok." Dean said, hoping that she understood that he felt like he needed to do this, and turned around and began running again. So much for the hypnotic eyes.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 9, 2016 23:44:53 GMT
Okay. Fair enough. Arwen chased after him. She passed him again and barked once in warning. Boi. He needed to listen. That or she shifted. Okay fair enough. Taking a deep breath, she shifted, of course missing clothes. Ah, it was so awkward. But she needed to get it over with. "Om going to shift back and if you want you and your brother to live you better follow me." She growled before shifting back. Awkward over with, she shook her pelt out and began to lead the way towards the crates. Idiot.
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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 0:06:42 GMT
Aaaaand of corse she didn't listen. The hell did she want anyways? She ran, again passing him, but then she shifted. Well that was awkward. Why didn't she have on any clothes? "Why do you not have your clothes on?" he asked, shutting his eyes. But of course his question seemed to be ignored, and he heard the telltale sounds of shifting(he had heard them from fawn) and opened his eyes again. What was even going on? He wanted answers, which he would take by force. So instead of following, Dean would go over to her and attempt to quickly push her into the ground and pin her there. If successful he would say "Ok so here's the deal. You go get some clothes and give me some answers as to what's going on. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." giving her a hard look. If he was not successful, well that would depend on what happened to make him not successful.
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Post by Pebble on Oct 10, 2016 0:33:51 GMT
And she was pinned. Okay, fine. She would explain. She growled her approval before wriggling out of his grip. She shook her pelt again and took off towards the crates, not looking back. As soon as she reached them, she was quick to make sure Sam was still knocked out before shifting and slipping her clothes on. If she was to shift with her clothes on, she wouldn't get them bavk, so that was part of the reason she took then off. Now with her trusty clothes on, she would cautiously jog back to where she had last seen Dean. There. "Dean, Sam is alive... I'm not sure about Fawn." She was quick to explain, looking around nervously. She didn't want to get caught.
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Post by Timur on Oct 10, 2016 1:37:15 GMT
She growled in what he could only assume would be a yes, and now then went off. Wen she came back she had her clothes on -thank god- and spoke again. "Ok you say Sam's alive that's great. How do you know? Why do I have any reason to trust you? You ran off one day without a trace and now you're pulling a "come with me and you'll live" crap like you're threatening us. This all sounds very fishy to me." he spoke, his gaze not softening one but despite having once fallen in love with her. "So you better cough up some answers and I swear to god Arwen if you've killed anyone..." Dean said, voice trailing off. The rest was pretty self explains. She was a skinwalker, she was lucky that he hadn't ganked her as soon as he found out. If he found out she had started dropping bodies, well he was a hunter. He had a job. And he wouldn't hesitate to do it. Unluckily for her shifters and skinwalkers hurt the same way, so he didn't have to make any special trips to go get something. Just one shot, done, he gets back to saving people. If she hadn't been killing anyone then she'd live for now, assuming she didn't give him another reason to kill her. Pleasant wasn't it?
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Post by Pebble on Oct 10, 2016 1:44:37 GMT
Arwen visibly flinched. "Guess our summer of love doesn't count here, eh?" She spoke, sarcasm oozing her voice. She looked down. "Okay... I haven't directly killed anyone. The group you're hunting... well they're my pack. Fawn pushed Sam out a window about half an hour ago; he's knocked out behind some crates. Okay? Fawnpelt, well, she's, captured. There's a good chance she's dead by now." She explained, rolling her shoulders. "And I'm Arwen, low life of the pack Yada Yada okay, so if you want to die, go ahead." She added, giving him a cold hard stare. She was gritting her teeth now, blinking her blue eyes in agitation. "Trust me." She growled, looking around once more.
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