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Logan

When I find whoever did this to me I'm coming for blood. No law, no code of conduct.

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a character in “Wolves Reign”, as played by Bromander Shepard

Description

What they did to me, what I am, can't be undone. They wanted an animal... they got one.







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Full Name

James Howlett/ Logan

Nicknames

Logan, Runt (only by his brother), Weapon X

Species

Human Ex-Assassin with spliced werewolf dna


Sexuality

Heterosexual

Age

42

Height

5'8"

Weight

195 lbs

Scars?

Logan has no scars on his body due to his regenerative healing factor.

Physical Appearance

Logan has deep, dark brown eyes that seem almost haunted and feral. His facial features are rugged yet handsome despite his prickly persona. He tends to keep his beard shaved into mutton chops. His body is thick with muscle. Fortunately his healing factor doesn't have an off switch so his muscle constantly tear and rebuild under the strain giving him that bulk in muscle. His hair is medium length but can be a bit messy at times given his minimal interest in up keep.





I'm the best there is at what I do, but what I do isn't very nice.



Personality


Logan is a gruff loner who has a strong sense of personal honor. He also has a wild, animal-like nature to him and a savage, almost "berserker," rage which he tries to control. He is also perfectly at home in the wilderness. Logan is fearless, brave, and dangerous. Logan doesn't trust easily and in fact views most people he meets with suspicion and aggression. Usually people know well enough to just leave the man alone but when they don't they usually learn quick that they would have been better off just leaving this surly loner be. The most defining aspect of Logan's personality is the amnesia that plagues him. He remembers nothing of who or what he was before waking up in the woods covered blood. He has no idea how he has the abilities he does. He knows he has nightmares though, almost nightly he wakes up screaming from the latent memories of torture or slaughter.


Likes||Dislikes


Most people could say that Logan doesn't much like anything besides hard alcohol and cheap cigars. Most people would generally be right but there are things that Logan sees value in yet denies himself currently. The ideas of finding a wife, settling down and abandoning his dangerous, bloody life style are dreams of his.



Fears||Weaknesses


Logan recognizes the savage side of himself, the animal side and it scares the shit out of him. Losing control and giving into that beserker side of him is something Logan constantly battles with. It seems to be a fear ingrained deep within him that giving into that part of himself, going to that place he fears he may not ever be able to come back from it. As a result even in the midst of a savage, bloody encounter Logan may stop himself, or at the very least try to in order to curb his natural propensity for violence or bloodshed. Despite his seeming nonchalant attitude towards violence and killing he doesn't enjoy hurting people and in fact can be found often trying to protect people when he can. He may say he doesn't care, act as though he could care less whether or not those around him live or die but that is not the case. The truth is Logan is an honorable man with a animal within.

Skills


Logan has received training from his time in The United States Armed forces and The Wolfsbane Warriors. While he may not fully remember his time in either organization the training is still there none the less and he uses it to it's full potential. Beyond his military and spec operations training Logan's dna has been spliced due to highly extensive gene modification procedures undergone during his time with the Weapon X program. The gene modifications grant Logan a highly advanced healing factor allowing him to heal from tremendous amounts of grievous wounds that would kill a regular human being. The severity of the injuries dictate the time in which is needed to recover ranging from instantaneous to a matter of several hours. The regenerative quality of his body extends far beyond physical trauma. Logan is nearly immune to most forms of tranquilizers and poisons, instead needing massive quantities to take any sort of effect. A quality often displayed in his need to drink nearly everything behind a bar before he can get drunk. Beyond that he posses heightened senses especially his sense of smell and hearing. Beyond his offensive and combat abilities Logan is an expert tracker and woodsman.





Eternity can be a curse. A man can run out of things to live for, become a Roninโ€”a Samurai without a master. Vengeance can only sustain a man for so long.



History


Once upon a time there lived two young boys, James 'Jimmy' Howlett(age 7) and Victor Creed(age 10), who both resided in the Northwest Territories of Canada. The boys were close friends, though Victor-whose homelife was quite a bit more worse off than Jimmy's-relied on the friendship like he relied on air while Jimmy just admired Victor's temerity. However, their lives were forever changed when one night Victor's father came to call as Victor was sleeping over at his friend's home. The man staggered in the doorway, drunk and enraged, crying out a name...but it was not Victor's name he called, it was Jimmy's mother's, Elizabeth's. Jimmy's father, John, then ventured downsatirs, leaving the pair of children in James' room to find himself staring down the barrel of a loaded pistol. At the sound of a gunshot, Jimmy raced downstairs to witness his father dying, and his mother watching helplessly from Thomas Creed's grip. Victorโ€™s father released her to confront James, tossing her aside to tell him that it was time that he learned the truth. However, James was far too angry to listen, running back upstairs past Victor to retrieve the gun from his father's nightstand drawer. With a pained cry, he made it back to the bottom of the stairs before firing the gun, the bullet miraculously finding it's target, hitting Creed square in the chest. The man slumped to the floor, and with his last breath, told James that the man he killed was not his father, and that HE is in fact Jamesโ€™s father. James was confused, angry and scared, and upon looking to his mother, she appears to be afraid of him, asking "What have you done?"

Jimmy ran outside, pursued by Victor, who tackled him. James immediately, with tears streaming down his face, cried that he did not mean to kill the man, thinking that Victor was angry about his fatherโ€™s death, but instead of accusing James, Victor told him that his father got what he deserved. Victor then noted that they were in fact brothers, and they must look out for each other now, and get rid of anyone who gets in their way. He convinced James to not go back inside, that his mother would never accept him because he was a killer and the boys went on the run together.

Flashforward to years later, the boys-now hardened men-had run as far as America and enlisted in the United States Army. They were then moved to be based out of Budapest Hungary. There, in Budapest, the brother's thrived. War suited them both finely. It wasn't until they were sent out on patrol to recover a missing officer that things went south. When their troop found the AWOL captain he was in a transition, phasing into a werewolf. The officer slaughtered every other member of their squad before James and Victor were finally able to bring him down. When they returned to base, the US army didn't believe their story, instead believing the brothers must have turned on and murdered the men themselves, and brought them in for execution on the firing line. Facing down the guns, Victor said, โ€œLive together, Fight together, Die together. Fitting enough, brother." Grateful if he had to die, it'd at least be by his brothers side. Luckily for the pair of them, the gun squad was called off so a man by the name of Daniel Huston could speak with the prisoners.

Turned out the man was a rather high ranking offical with an alternative to offer them. He gave them a choice, between being executed, and being part of a specialized team, with โ€œspecial privileges.โ€ The Wolfsbane Warriors. He revealed that Werewolves were still alive and present today and that the men had demonstrated exceptional and invaluable skills that he took a particual interest in. The brother's, obviously, took the latter option and joined the force.

Flash forward once again a few years further to both James and Victor, fighting side by side on a different sort of battlefield. They were two of the top Assassin's and while Victor prided himself on this, it left James feeling a bit ill at ease. Then one faithful night, his uneasy emotions came to a head as they executed a mission that was decidedly resting in a moral grey area. A group of Fencers-humans who sell and for to Werewolves-were herded up at gunpoint and questioned. Huston threatened the lives of all the Fencer's, saying that he would kill them all unless they told him where the wolves were hiding. Most of them didn't know, and those who did refused to tell, so Huston gave Victor the permission to butcher everyone, who complied with alacrity until James stopped him, turning on his brother and fighting. Jimmy was able to calm him down, as the Fencers escaped, and realizing what he has become, James decided to quit and asked Victor to go with him. Victor refused to leave, and said that they wouldn't just let him just walk away; James ignored him and raced off into the night, evading capture.

James spent the next year and a half bar hopping across the norther United States into Canada. That is until he is tracked down by a military scientist and long standing professional rival of Daniel Huston. The scientist Dr. Erik Lensher, is a genius geneticist, weapons manufacturer and biologist. He and Hutson have been running in the same professional circles for years and constantly have been battling it out for work related accolades.

After catching wind of Hutson's snafoo with the Fencers and the now AWOL agent Lensher puts his own unit on the task of tracking down Howlett which they do after a while. Lensher had been working on his own formula for enhanced combat effectiveness through the augmentation of lycan dna like Hutson. The primary difference is that Lensher's method, code named Weapon X, is considerably more permanent and a hugely more dangerous gamble in that the bonding process has a 96% kill ratio on it's host. Unable to get clearance or a willing volunteer for human testing he seeks out Howlett hoping he'd have a willing volunteer with the proper leverage.

Lensher gave James a simple choice. Submit to the Weapon X program or die. When Jimmy spit in Lensher's face in response to his offer Lensher played his trump card, Victor. Jimmy's brother was still a member of Wolfsbane and still easily reachable. Lensher assured him that if he didn't submit he would have Victor killed. Reluctantly Logan agreed in the secret hopes to use whatever power Lenhser offered to free himself and his brother form Wolfsbane once and for all. Logan is given a new set of dogtags with his new Operative distinction, Wolverine. Lensher then uses his own method of splicing the human genome with that of a werewolf to create a true hybrid. A man with many of the heightened abilities including the regenerative healing factor and senses but lacking the ability to change into a wolf form and risk becoming an unruly monster.

The gene splicing was a complete success but something went horribly wrong towards the end. The unimaginable pain experienced by James during the excruciating process was only just bearable for his body to handle and survive but his mind snapped from the strain. James erupted out of the experimentation chamber like a wild animal with a thirst for blood. he carved his way out of the facility killing everyone in his path, screaming and roaring like a mad man.

It wasn't until after the escape, and losing his hand to logan, did Lensher realize what had happened. The pain was so great that it caused James to lose his memory. He knew nothing about who or what he was and only that he was trapped and the people around him were hurting him.

On the run again Jimmy, now going by Logan as he doesn't know his name, unknowingly is revisiting old haunts merely out of a latent familiarity to them. He's a man on the hunt looking for some clue as to his past, some sign as to who and what he is and above all else, who is responsible for turning him into a monster.


Theme Song

Ain't No Grave (Gonna Hold My Body Down) || Johnny Cash

There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down

When I hear that trumpet sound
I'm gonna rise right out of the ground
Ain't no grave
Can hold my body down

Well, look way down the river
And what do you think I see
I see a band of angels
And they're coming after me

Ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down

Well, look down yonder, Gabriel
Put your feet on the land and sea
But Gabriel, don't you blow your trumpet
Until you hear from me

There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
Ain't no grave
Can hold my body down

Well meet me, Jesus, meet me
Meet me in the middle of the air
And if these wings don't fail me,
I will meet you anywhere

Ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down

Well meet me, Mother and Father,
Meet me down the river road
And Mama, you know that I'll be there
When I check in my load

Ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down
There ain't no grave
Can hold my body down


FaceClaim || Hugh Jackman

So begins...

Logan's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Jason Stackhouse Character Portrait: Victor Creed Character Portrait: Victoria Striker Character Portrait: Shavon Griessel Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Elizabeth Harrows Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Maia Murdock Character Portrait: Camille Elliot Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond

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America was no stranger to war. Over the long, bloody centuries, the New World had been captured and fought over by a succession of conquerors before finally claiming its independence. But all these merely human conflicts were fleeting in comparison with the shadowy, ageless war now being fought in the moonlit streets and alley ways of downtown Seattle.


A war that, at long last, might be nearing its end.


The Werewolves had been losing ground for a little more than two centuries, ever since their crushing defeat back in 1809, when a daring assault team had penetrated one of their hidden fortresses. The government then believed Adam, the most feared and ruthless leader ever to rule the wolf horde and the original werewolf, had been killed at last, his men scattering to the wind in a single evening of purifying flame and retribution for humankind. Yet the ancient feud had proved unwilling to follow Adam to the grave. Though the Werewolves were fewer in number, the war had become even more perilous--for the moon no longer was the only time during which they could shift. Older, more powerful wolves were now able to change form at will, posing an even greater threat to humanity. For close to 200 years, the Wolfsbane Warriors, an elite squad of human assassin's, had pursued the surviving man-beasts, the weapons changing but never the tactics: hunt the wolves down, and kill them off, one by one. A most successful campaign...or so they thought. But deep beneath the the city streets the wolves live and plot their revenge, their resurgence, their revolution.


Cut to the aforementioned city streets, the dawn of a new day where the human world continued on in blissful ignorance of the war that still posed a threat to their way of life, of the war that they still believed to only to exist in the pages of their history books...Driving rain pelted the rooftops, while the howling autumn wind carried a hint of winter's bite. A grotesque stone gargoyle, oily black and slick with rain, perched on the crumbling ledge of Gray's Security Firm, an imposing, three-story block adorned by long faded elaborate stonework. The oldest edifice in the district, whose ground floor now housed a dry cleaners and a loan office, overlooked The Square, a busy hub of pedestrian and auto traffic located near the heart of the city. Buses, taxis, and other various vehicles zipped along the streets below, braving the torrential downpour.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Maia Murdock Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson

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ImageNo sooner than he had dismissed one wolf, a second was knuckling at his door. "My job is never truly done, is it?" Ian mumbled to himself as if he minded being needed. He didn't.

He crossed back across the room and pulled open the cumbersome door to reveal his Beta, Rose. She was donned in a gown made of fine silk that seemed entirely impractical for their surroundings, but no more impractical than Ian's own furnishings. It looked as though both wolves had a penchant for denial of circumstances or maybe just perhaps appreciated that one day those circumstances might change.

"Ian,"

"Ah Rose." Ian greeted, stepping aside so that she may enter through the threshold. "You must have some news of import if you've come all the way down here to my ramshackle abode..." He joked lightly though he realized there wasn't a snow balls chance in hell that this was a personal visit. "You bring News I trust?"

"There's a rumour of eight Wolfsbane Warriors being torn apart...By a single werewolf. I only know of two of our own that are out and neither of them are in that section. None of our pack killed those men. Ian, we need to find them before the Blue Bitch does." She paused for a moment before speaking again, but not long enough for Ian to get a word in edge wise. "There was something else...What the hell was it? Something about a girl...I cannot remember for the life of me, but I'm sure it's not that important."

"It'll come to you eventually if it were..." The Alpha stated calmly, Chrystaline Beryl eyes lost somewhere in this distance, unseeing and seeing all at once. "If this rumor is to be true, I want that wolf collected. He or she could be instrumental in our war front." He interlaced his fingers together barring his two index ones, pressing those to his lips as his mind visably reeled. "Lucas and Coren can handle themselves...they will be back when it is time...but We can not lose this trail. A wolf that can manage eight assassin's on their own? Invaluable." It seemed callous to not bring his own progeny and Lucas back, to not concern himself with their wellfare, but Ian had to keep focus. Sending out more wolves to fetch them would only put more in danger of being caught. No, they'd have to make their own way. For now, nothing was more important than the identity of the natural born killer and his/her whereabouts.

"Do we know where to start looking for this rogue wolf with such skill? I want you to go out and handle their retrieval personally. I would not demand it if it weren't important." He explained, his gaze finally finding focus on her as he lowered his hands back down to his side.

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Victor Creed Character Portrait: Shavon Griessel Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Maia Murdock Character Portrait: Rose Wilson

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Victor was so caught up in trying to pick out a scent from the plethora of smells to be found in the middle of the city that he hadn't paid too much attention to the fact that Shavon had been talking, let alone been talking to him. She could have directed her speech at a tree or a large boulder and he wouldn't have cared or noticed. A part of him should have fretted over the ill use of all of his senses, after all, it was a hunters job to be sharp and wary at all times, always self-aware, but he had a target in his sights. He was so ready to taste blood, he cared for little else so he allowed his other useful gifts and attentions to fall into disuse.

It wasn't until Shay had forcefully grabbed him by his coat arm and tried to wrench him into a stop that he paid her any heed. He sighed through his nose as she made him wait there for nearly a whole damn minute for her to finish her phone call with their boss-he knew it was Striker not only because Griessel had gone out of her way to say the woman's name so Victor understood why she interrupted his tracking but also because he could hear every word the geriatric said on the other line. What the fuck could she possibly want? She sent us on a job and now what, she is going to call us off of it? Can that bitch make up her mind? He internally groaned, seconds away from ripping that tiny annoying little cellular device out of Shavon's hands and breaking it in half with one good twist. His compatriot for the evening was fortunate though that he was only thinking of doing that to her mobile and not herself.

However, the conversation took an unexpected turn away from where he had thought it was going to somewhere he had always secretly hoped it would go, and at the very same time, hoped it wouldn't. Logan. He stood there, jaw clenched so tightly, his teeth felt as if they might shatter at the mere mention of his younger brother's name. Logan, here? Why here? Why now? Why with some kid? His brain unraveled like a ball of yarn being batted mercilessly as the women's conversation rattled on, wordless noise in his ears like the roaring of ocean waves. It wasn't until she had long since hung up and cleared her throat to speak directly to him that her registered anything she was saying.

"So.. There is some new Intel on our mission. Your brother is with the girl we are tracking right now."

Victor was done playing games, done with pretenses, done keeping secrets. Nothing mattered to him in that moment besides locating his brother.

Image"I heard..." He growled, literally growled, voice like the rumble of an oncoming storm--foreboding. "If she thinks, if YOU think you can keep me from him, I will rip your throat open with my teeth and hers too along with anyone else who tries to stand in my way!" He bellowed, gripping her by her arms and a fist full of her coat lapels to jerk her upward so she could be face to face with him--feet dangling precariously inches from the ground. Face to face with his terrible scowl and the fire that burned behind his eyes, so that she may see, finally, that he was just death dressed in a man's skin and bones, nothing left resembling human.

"I am-" Victor started before he let her slip through his fingers and hit the ground, landing on the balls of her feet like the skilled assassin she was. A scent had just been carried on the breeze like a gift from God, or perhaps the Devil, depending on whose side you were on. "What-?" He whirled around with a sudden speed that surprised even himself. He had caught that scent he was searching for from the crime scene, that scent that was obviously canine. The girl, the werewolf child, she was there now. Victor caught sight of a head full of inky curls bolting in the opposite direction, her obviously having caught on to them, and like hell he'd let her escape him with the whereabouts of his brother on the line.

With inhuman speed he took off after her, tearing across the space between them like a panther locked onto it's prey, barely managing to keep his run on two legs instead of four. His claws extended, fangs bared as he reached out to grab ahold of her coat collar...

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Victor Creed Character Portrait: Shavon Griessel Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Maia Murdock Character Portrait: Camille Elliot Character Portrait: Rose Wilson

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Rose watched the two hunters, she felt the ginger one's eyes skim her but thought nothing of it, taking in the scents that surrounded the scene. Until the man lifted the ginger girl. Rose could smell the anger from him, he was definitely the product of wolf DNA but he wasn't a werewolf. Rose watched as a young girl fled from them, she instantly knew it was the werewolf she was after!
Rose sprung into action, running straight after the girl, who was grabbed by the oddly scented man. Rose's heart stopped, the wolfsbane warriors had her, they had the werewolf. Rose watched, the girl was only a pup and Rose was definitely not capable of fighting the man, even if she did engage the hunters it would be futile to help her. Rose heard the girl scream "LOGAN!"
Rose picked up the three scents mixed again, female werewolf, female human and another male experiment and start to run after it. The scents lead her to an apartment complex that was across the street. Rose wondering why the girl would call out for a human, called out the same name. "Logan!" She yelled out numerous times, hoping whoever he was, would be able to hear her call. She cried out multiple times, hoping someone would respond.
She watched as a man ran up to the guy holding the pup, Rose took in their scents, similiar, like that of family, however the wolf DNA that was in them was different. Rose watched as they prepared to fight, there was no way she was going to risk herself for a single pup, she'd sit back and observe the fight, if it got too heated and she was at risk of losing both the pup and the experiment she would intervene.

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Character Portrait: Victor Creed Character Portrait: Shavon Griessel Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Maia Murdock Character Portrait: Rose Wilson

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Rose watched as the pup and hybrid attacked the Wolfsbane Warriors, the mongrel pup was skilled for an abandoned pup, especially one that wasn't born a wolf, she was handling a well trained hunter, a hunter that Rose recognised the scent of, not specifically hers but her father's and it sent a shiver down her spine, Rose had dealt with the Griessel family on a few occasions.Image However, it was the hybrid that interested Rose more, his scent was a mixture of human, more specifically a hunter, and wolf blood. Rose witnessed large silver like claws swiftly protude from his knuckles, causing Rose to gasp as he confronted the Hybrid hunter. Rose could sense the full moon and it made her smirk, maybe the pup had a chance against the hunters, Rose rested against a wall and continued to watch the scene unfold, Ian would be displeased with her lack of intervention but she would definitely be able to manipulate a tired mind easier than an adrenaline fuelled mind.

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Character Portrait: Victor Creed Character Portrait: Shavon Griessel Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Maia Murdock Character Portrait: Rose Wilson

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Logan hesitated, if only for a moment. Jimmy? Baby brother? This man acted as if he knew him, as if he hadn't a clue Logan had no memories, and yet he was in fight mode. Whatever familial bond they could have shared, obviously didn't affect this man's purpose, his job. Take Logan down, take the girl down. Or perhaps he did know something about Logan's memory loss and he was simply playing on his self doubt, leading Logan to believe this man knew something he didn't to make him hesitate so he could go for the kill. Well Logan wouldn't be played for a fool, and he wouldn't go down without a fight...

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Victor arched a sinister brow as his statement hung in the air between them like a pregnant pause. What on Earth had happened to his brother? He looked like a kid without a clue. Of course Victor was a changed man too, not the same weak completely human individual he had once been and it was clear Logan wasn't either, but there was more than that behind the seams. Logan didn't even appear as if he recognized him....

He opened his mouth to say something, after all they had stood their silently long enough and Victor thought he might as well probe his brother for answers while they stared one another down but before he could force the words from his throat, Logan pounced.

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ImageLogan slammed into Victor with enough force to knock them both to the ground, their bodies impacting like two semi's in a head on collision. They rolled around on the sleek, rain wetted pavement, both trying to shove their extended claws into the others throat but only managing to come within inches before their opponent deflected their swing. Logan could help but smugly think, even amidst this chaos, his claws were a bit more lethal than this strangers own. However, what he failed to stop and realize was that this stranger had similar human on wolf DNA to be able to fight him in such a way. He failed to realize there might actually be something to this mans claim to brotherhood or at the very least that he might have some insight to how Logan had come to be the creature he was as this stranger shared that common tie.

His razor sharp blades scrapped against the asphalt, metal ringing at a teeth grinding pitch, as the assassin deflected another attempted stab. Even with Logan on top, seemingly having the upper hand in the fight, the man laughed out. "Atta' boy, Jimmy! You've learnt a thing or two since I last kicked your ass!" The Assassin seemed positively gleeful and it was a perplexing notion to say the least. To rejoice in bloodshed was one thing, but he didn't seem to want to truly kill Logan at all. He seemed more concerned with proving he could come out on top in a fight as opposed to going for termination of his opponent. Like they were merely playing a game and when it was all said and done would go home and replay the night in their minds eye with fondness.

"You still keeping up with this brother crap, bub?!" Logan shouted as he tried to ram his claws in the man's side once more only to have the strangers grip on his wrist keeping the blades at arms length. "You'll always be my baby brother Jim, even if you're pissy with me." He laughed through gritted teeth as his brow broke into a sweat. He couldn't wriggle free as Logan straddled him, pinning him to the ground with his legs as he pushed his claws closer to his ribs, and his strength was waning. He wouldn't be able to keep Logan's claws at bay for much longer but he didn't seemed concerned. "You feel like you've proved your point yet? Ready to give up the charade?"

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Suddenly, the unmistakable clatter of gunfire upset the night, sounding from the park area Victor and Shay had originally come from. The acrid smell of cordite assailed Victor's nostrils as a silver bullet, then two and three hit Logan square in the chest. "NOOOO!" Victor screamed, voice a borderline roar as Logan fell backward off of him. The assassin clambered to his knees to hover over his brother, eyes wide with concern. "Jim! Jim! Jimmy!?" He cried desperately as he shook the man's shoulders. His little brother didn't move, not with a ragged breath or a flutter of his eye lids, leaving Victor to assume he was lost to him, life taken by some trigger happy idiot who thought himself a hero. He turned back to look over his shoulder at the assassin with the gun that approached, Victor's bestial nature betrayed by his blood-streaked bright eyes, sharpened incisors, and clawlike fingernails. A white froth foamed at the corners of his mouth as he lunged for the human with outstretched claws. Victor dropped his college to the ground like a brightly painted marionette whose strings had just been slashed by a razor. Blood spurted from his upper thigh as the human stared in shock at his perforated leg. From the bright red color of the blood, Victor knew that he had opened his femoral artery. He couldn't hear his gasping over the roar of the gunfire that still sounded from the rest of the assassin team, but he saw his chest heaving erratically as all the color drained from his face. The man was as good as dead. His rose to his feet to face to rest of the kill squad, assuming they were still firing because they had a new target, him, but he quickly realized his assumption had been wrong. They hadn't even seen Victor take down their team member, too focused on taking down a target behind him, Logan.

Logan. He was still alive? He couldn't believe it as he turned around and laid eyes on his brother who had risen from his place on the ground and ducked behind the corner of a nearby building for cover from the hail of bullets. The impassioned assassin tossed the men and women firing aside like rag dolls. "STOP! STOP! Don't shoot, no kill order from Striker!" Victor exclaimed, his frantic commands sounding like a whisper amidst the thunderous racket of gunfire.

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Character Portrait: Victor Creed Character Portrait: Shavon Griessel Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Maia Murdock Character Portrait: Rose Wilson

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In the blink of an eye, Logan had been dead; he and Victor's shared blood and history ghosting into smoke as substantial as just another of the Wolfsbane Warriors lies. He had been so overcome with grief, he couldn't have been made to care about living, so he just began hacking and slashing at the one responsible for taking the only life he cared about, hoping someone behind him might rise to the occasion and manage to kill Victor himself for such a crime as killing one of your own, put him out of his misery. But then he had seen it, what shouldn't have been but was. Logan wasn't dead, no more dead than Victor. The sight of that surly gaze, wild hair, and pair of mutton chops(Seriously? They hadn't seen one another in years, and he still modeled his facial hair after his big brother.) disappearing around the corner had inflamed the desire...the desire to protect all that he had left. He was fueled by the slow burn of a satisfying simmering anger towards they who had driven him to such shameful depths of desperation and he would not cease until he had killed, maimed, or seriously injured every man and woman with a gun in their hand.

Then, suddenly, it was as if a whistle had been blown. He dropped to his knees, covering his ears with both hands, teeth bared and eyes squeezed shut tightly as if he could lock out the noise. The pain rattling around in his head was unimaginable and he'd of done anything just to make it stop. He couldn't focus. However, just as soon as it had began, it was gone; leaving him disoriented and with a vague ringing tonal drone in his ears, masking all other sounds around him. His partner, Shavon, approached him, gun raised as he locked his bleary eyes with her sharp ones, but instead of granting the wish he no longer wanted-a quick death, she began shouting at him.

"Your brother got away, you idiot! He's not dead! There's no point in attacking them! Obviously their bullets had no affect on him anyway! Just!...Just calm down." Her voice was like the crack of a whip, assaulting his newly sensitive ears.

ImageHe shakily rose to his feet, eyes frantically darting around to see if they had gathered spectators with their scene. Luckily or unluckily-depending on how you looked at it-for him, they were all too preoccupied with chasing Logan down. Victor turned his attentions back to his tag along for the evening and growled. She knew his secret or else she wouldn't have used, what he now realized was an ultrasonic emitter, a tool in the Assassin's arsenal for disabling werewolves. He could feel the warm sticky trail of blood that trickled out of his left ear, and for the hundredth time that evening, he became enraged once more. Perhaps he was just that perpetual state tonight.

Victor marched up to Shay with a fire in his red tinged eyes and ripped the emitter grenade off of her belt, claws lightly scratching the soft flesh of her stomach. "If you ever do that again, there will not be enough pieces left of you for them to find." He promised, words coming out like a string of curses, clipped and bitter, his voice bellowing so lowly it was animal sounding. He balled up his fist and crushed the device in his hand, letting the splintered shards fall to the ground in a rain of steel, eyes unblinkingly locked on her own. Leave it to him to not be grateful for the help he was receiving. He hadn't a clue what she planned to do with that information, or what she must have wanted for him, but blackmail would have had her killed quicker than she could get the words out and right now he didn't have the time to deal with her; he had his brother to get back.

Victor pushed past her to where her quarry laid unconscious on the ground and bent over to throw the little girl over his shoulder roughly, as if she were no more than a sack of flour. "I'm taking her to Striker." He informed, daring Shay to oppose his decision. He hoped if Logan escaped, he'd be able to draw him back in with the kid, and if that failed, perhaps he could use the kid as a bargaining chip with Blue Riding Bitch for his brother's freedom. Now Victor just wished the Werewolves and the Assassin's, with their all-encompassing selfishness, would just tear each other to pieces with the force of centuries of spite and hate and just leave he and Logan alone...

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Character Portrait: Victor Creed Character Portrait: Shavon Griessel Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Maia Murdock Character Portrait: Rose Wilson

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Image Rose looked as the assassins turned on each other before grabbing the girl, she sighed the man ran off instead of saving his friend. "Screw her." Rose simply sighed before running after the man, his odd scent making him easy to find no matter how far away he ran. Rose was then surrounded by the scent and didn't know where he was, then something lifted her by the throat.
"Why are you following me?" Rose tried to breath as the man tried to crush her throat. Rose swiftly swung her leg into his groin and he dropped her.
"You bastard! I'm trying to help you!" She coughed as she lay on the floor, sucking in as much oxygen again.
"Why are you following me?" He grunted, the pain in his groins must have subsided as soon as he leg go of her, Rose stared at the long claws that protruded from his fist. Rose stood up slowly, her palms open and her movements slow.
"I'm only trying to help you." She told him, looking him in the eye and her face covered in sincerity. "I know what its like to lose people because of the Wolfsbane Warriors." She told him. "Let me help you." She stretched out her hand for him to shake.
"Why should I trust you?" He asked and Rose shifted her weight to the other foot. Rose looked in his eyes and took in his scent,
"Because I'm the only person offering to help you." Rose told him, her point blunt but her tone sweet and inviting.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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"So what happened to you?" She asked curiously.
"I can't remember." He stated simply, causing Rose to pout.
"What can you remember?" She asked, hoping he'd at least give her something to talk about.
"Not much." Rose rolled her eyes, making a slight smile, before decided it would be best just to walk the rest of the way in silence.

Once they eventually arrived at the sewers, Rose scrunched her nose up in disgust, she hated the sewers and wished she lived in a finer place, but they had very little choice when it came to hideouts. Rose guided Logan through the maze-like sewers with no mistakes, she'd been down her for so long, she knew it like the back of her hand. She eventually reached the Common room and sighed, noticing the Sector 2 wolves and Coren, she briskly glided over to them.
"Evening, gentlemen." She greeted them. "Have you seen Ian?" She asked, hoping to get the boring hybrid off her back.

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Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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Rose noticed Daryl staring behind her and not at her before replying.
โ€œEvening Ms. Wilson.. I was actually just about to go find โ€˜im myself. But now Iโ€™m a little more curious to find out whatโ€™s that standing behind ya.โ€ Rose smirked before tilting her head to look at Logan from the corner of her eye, her red hair falling down behind her back.
Image"Jealous, are we?" Rose teased but she stepped aside and stretched out her hand towards Logan. "This is Logan, he killed 8 assassins on his own." Rose looked at the members of her own pack and the women had a look of fear and lust in their eyes whereas the men looked threatened by him, then she looked back to Daryl, "Which is fucking amazing, I'd say." Rose smiled before letting out a breath. "I'll take you to Ian now if you like, I have to bring Logan to him anyway?" Rose asked Daryl and then she noticed Jared and Coren. Unaware of what they seemed to be at a disagreement with, she stepped in and placed a hand on Jared's shoulder. "Would you like to see you mother, Jared?" She asked sincerely before throwing a look to Coren, warning him not to make any sort of remark. "I can have someone show you to her quarters, unless you know where they are." Rose clicked her fingers and one of the younger pups ran up to her, waiting for her to tell him what to do.

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Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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"Jealous are we?"Rose responded with a facetious smile on her face, flipping her red tresses behind her.

Daryl gave her a bemused smirk back, folding his arm. If there was anyone as tricky as Ian, it was his Beta; In a less subtle way however. She was blunt and outright bossy, unafraid to share her true feelings on any matter. Her age, though not evident in her appearance, gave her free reign to say what she pleased.

"This is Logan, he killed 8 assassins on his own...Which is fucking amazing, I'd say."

"No shit," Daryl mumbled, cocking his head to one side, "But that doesn't answer what the 'Logan' is. It's not human.. but it ain't a werewolf either."

Logan threw Daryl an offended look at being referred to as an 'it', clenching his fists in seething frustration. He may have been made of steel and could fight off a werewolf, but picking a fight with one of the locals he was trying to enlist help from didn't seem a smart idea.

"When I figure out what I am, I'll let you know too buddy," was all he could say through clenched teeth, refraining from being his typical crass self.

"I'll take you to Ian now if you like, I have to bring Logan to him anyway." Rose offered to Daryl.

She then turned to Jared and Coren, unexpectedly placing her hand onto Jared's shoulder.

"Would you like to see your mother, Jared?" she asked with unusual warmth and kindness towards him, "I can have someone show you to her quarters, unless you know where they are."

Jared felt uncomfortable with her hand on his shoulder; he never thought she liked him from how she treated him in the past. But regardless, he was pleased that it was his aid she was coming to and not Coren's. "Thanks Rose, but I think I can find my way." he replied, tossing Coren a smug smirk.

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Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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Lauren shook her head, removing her arm from Lucasโ€™s.

โ€œNo, I havenโ€™t seen him in a whole month now.โ€ Lauren sighed in disappointment, โ€œBut I understand. He is always busy trying to keep his pack in order.โ€

She kicked a pebble out in front of her, sending a sewer rat scurrying out of the way. They werenโ€™t headed in any particular direction, but most tunnels lead to a central common area if one walked far enough. Lauren didnโ€™t even bother looking up to see where she was going since she could practically walk the tunnels with her eyes closed.

โ€œI am worried about him.โ€ Lauren confided, โ€œLast time I saw him he looked so ragged. I donโ€™t know if itโ€™s just part of fitting into his pack. They all look like they just got up after a full moon.. But he looked like he hadnโ€™t been sleeping well at all. And he was asking me questions about when I was turned and what it was like. He has never asked me those sort of questions before..โ€

Lucas not only knew Lauren very well, but her son too, who referred to him as "Uncle Lucas". She could depend on Lucas when Jared was younger to watch him if she needed him to and act as the one constant male figure in his life.

โ€œIt made me think maybe he found someone he wanted to turn. Is that a ridiculous thought or what?.. Jared turning somebody..โ€ even though she said it in words that seemed outlandish, she couldnโ€™t help but feel a little worry in the back of her subconscious.

Her voice drifted into silence and she shook the thought out of her head dismissively. Hopefully Lucas thought it as ridiculous as her. They entered into the common area, finally drawing Laurenโ€™s gaze up to see the last thing she thought she would see: her son Jared.

She gasped in disbelief then made her way over to her son, sliding past people nimbly. They collided together in a big embrace. "Oh my beautiful boy! I can't believe it, we were just talking about you!" Jared felt a wave of relief wash over him to not only see her not with Ian, but with the one man who was almost as vehemently protective as he was of her: his Uncle Lucas. He held her tightly for a few more seconds lifting her off her feet and setting her back down again. Then he let her go and gave a friendly wave over to Lucas, who was following closely behind his mother, "Hey Uncle Lucas."

His mother redirected his gaze back to her, pinching him by his jaw and looking over him concerned, โ€œYou really need to shave son! And you're looking thin, have you been eating right? A beta needs to have his strength; come over later and I'll cook you something---"

Before she could launch into anymore motherly concerns though, the sound of a throat clearing drew their attention to Daryl, who was feeling a little left out of all the affection. His eyes twinkled at the sight of the pretty and single mother of his Beta. She whirled around meeting his smile with a nervous one. โ€œWell arenโ€™t you a sight for sore eyes in these tunnels, Ms. Silverstein,โ€ Daryl greeted warmly, his wolfish grin growing, โ€œItโ€™s good to see you again.โ€

"It's very good to see you again too, Alpha." she greeted with formality, ducking her head down and bowing graciously, bending at the knees. He quickly grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her straight back up on her feet. "Whoa, whoa, there's no need for that, Ms. Silverstein!" he exclaimed and she stared at him startled and confused. "We're practically family now! Here, this will do." He grinned and pulled her into a warm hug. She appeared slightly panic-stricken, standing stiff as a board with uncertainty. She wasn't used to such casualness between her and someone as important as an Alpha and she wasn't quite sure how to react. Here she was still no more than an Omega after all. She raised one hand and patted him on the back, "O-okay..."

Jared couldn't helping cracking an amused smile at his frazzled mother as she and the Alpha separated. She smoothed down her hair and dress glancing around at some of the staring faces and redirected attention quickly, "So... What is going on here..?" She asked noting the unfamiliar faces in the room.

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ImageJared is such a prick. My God. Coren thought seethingly, grinding his teeth together, an awful habit that he perpetually nursed. He uncrossed his arms and let the full grocery bag lent to him by the boy's mother slide downward until it softly landed on the floor, and puffed out his chest with a sharp inhalation of air. He couldn't argue with a Beta when he was nothing more than a lowly Omega, so he had to bite off a few choice words that dripped from the tip of his tongue. He couldn't resist, however, just one quip, always the glutton for punishment. โ€œSo very straight forward of you. I'm sorry, I should of guessed Oedipus would be looking for his mother.โ€ He cracked a crooked grin, knowing the dig went over quite a few heads in the semi-circle formed around them but that Jared would undoubtedly catch on.

Fortunately or unfortunately, for it depended on the side you were on to determine the luck of it, Rose came sauntering in with her usual swagger.(Yes, you read correctly, swagger.) Donned in clothing not well suited for their current surroundings and followed by an entourage of one, a regular Arnold Schwarzenegger with more hair and less intellect. She was jumping to Jared's aid though he hardly needed it, choosing to nip at one of her own rather than the rivaling Beta of a second pack, whether it be an affiliate pack or no. Typical.

He felt a sharp pang in his chest as his eyes were cast down to his feet in a sign of submission to the flamboyant redhead. His heart ached because he was embroiled into a life that was not tailored to him, almost as if he had messed up his first chance so badly that this second was in penance only. And a thought occurred to Coren briefly that he might prefer physical pain to this discomfort, because at least there is some solace in pain; what was he to do with discomfort? His jaw had been battered against the ceramic tile floor when his father screamed of his selfishness and slapped him with all the anger his grandfather had bred in him before, but it seemed less uncomfortable than this. What he failed to realize however was that his scars would never just be physical, that there were scars lodged inside both hemispheres of his brain that had been tattooed there since the day his mother lost her life. He now conducted himself in spite of his father's judgment, in spite of being just like him, but while he chased after reckless habits and restless bodies; he was mirroring his father's tantrums.

ImageHe looked around to catch no sympathetic gazes, no kindred eyes. He needed to slink out of there before things got a shade more pathetic on his part. But too late did he make his decision to run for it, because suddenly with the soft clacking of heels, Lauren surged forward and pulled Jared into an embrace, breathless with surprise and excitement. Coren held fast. Instinctively. He felt as if his eyes had become opaque like a wall had gone up to seal off the windows of his thoughts. These are the days when 'Iโ€™m fine' was just a pile of stones he needed to clear out of his throat before they became a landslide and choke him up. Family and love, to others, was a sweet song on their lips and raw sugar on their tongues, but to Coren it was dust crunching between his teeth and a stillness to the air like all the world had died and left him marooned on the planet. The beast that was jealousy gutted the pup and left him hollowed out, like it had carved out his insides with a spoon and gobbled them up. A new string of creative curse words spun in the wheel of his mind, more reason to hate that spoiled brat.

He took a step backward to slip away unnoticed before a large chunk of stone fell from the ceiling in one of the tunnels behind him, garnering everyone's attention. He turned head too, to give witness to the spectacular event that was absolutely nothing. Just a loose hunk of rock, but allowed his gaze to linger as a shadow came into view...



ImageIan put the โ€˜grandโ€™ into โ€˜grandioseโ€™, appearing first only as a long stretching shadow that crawled across the common room floor like some black scuttling spider, his body yet unseen around the corner bend. Somewhere an ominous soundtrack should have been trembling and pounding, but unfortunately, life was not a thriller film, so the room was all but silent. However, perhaps the effect was all the more effective for this reason though because everyone seemed to be collectively holding their breath's as he finally came into view...well...baring the dynamic duo of Sector 2 and Rose's surly arm candy for the evening. Ian just could not help himself, he loved to make an entrance. He had already been informed of the other Alpha's presence as well as Rose's companion's since the moment they had set foot into his stretch of dilapidated tunnel. He was the sort of Alpha that had his hand in every jar but was never spotted taking the cookie. So, now all that was left to him to do was put on a show.

Imageโ€œDaryl...Jared.โ€ He welcomed the pair, blue steely gaze somewhat contemptuous despite the warmth leeching from his voice, like artificial honey drizzling from metal spoon. โ€œWhat a pleasant surprise.โ€ He clasped his large hands together only to open them again to extend one to Daryl to shake. He knew what he was doing, being agreeable whilst his pack's eyes were trained on them. If Daryl refused his hand, he looked all the worse for it. Poor thing...that haggard Alpha opposite to him was really quite awful with politics, too pure and quick tempered for the game.

โ€œTo what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning? You haven't brought anymore pack members from two with you? What a pity...I never did like the whole sector separation deal...do pass along they are welcome to visit anytime for me.โ€ He flashed a saccharine smile, all white teeth with rounded edges. Not so much as a flashed fang in the face of his rival.

He allowed his gaze to trail away from his real live photo negative to catch the eye of one hairy, squat man-beast; who looked all to the world like a caricature of a person instead of the genuine article. โ€œAnd who is this? The wolf I sent you after I presume?โ€ He rhetorically asked Rose, giving the stranger a once over. โ€œBut you're not a wolf are you...โ€ His brow furrowed, unhappily perplexed with the situation before him. He knew what this man was now, Ian always ten steps ahead, but he wasn't sure what to do about him just yet.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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"No shit, but that doesn't answer what the 'Logan' is. It's not human.. but it ain't a werewolf either." She went to respond when Logan responded.
"When I figure out what I am, I'll let you know too buddy," Rose laughed at the two bickering.
"Now, now, boys." She purred. Then she turned to Jared, who was finally replying.
"Thanks Rose, but I think I can find my way." She bowed her head and waved the pack member away, she noticed a glint in Coren's eye and felt bad for not coming to his aid. Her smile fell just slightly, remembering what it was to have your family taken from you and then having to go on the run, she blinked slowly and let out a subtle breath, before blinking back tears as she began to remember the past.

Someone gasped from behind her and Rose spun around to see Lauren.

โ€œHey mom.." she heard Jared say, before hugging his mother and acknowledging her companion. "Hey Uncle Lucas."
โ€œโ€œYou really need to shave son! And you're looking thin, have you been eating right? A beta needs to have his strength; come over later and I'll cook you something---b]โ€ Rose blinked in confusion but smiled as she watched the family reunion, her heart warming slightly. Rose then heard Daryl clear his throat and address Lauren.

โ€œ[b]Well arenโ€™t you a sight for sore eyes in these tunnels, Ms. Silverstein,
โ€ She twisted her head round slightly to watch his grin growing. โ€œItโ€™s good to see you again.โ€ Rose felt a twang of jealousy flow through her but she bit her tongue and hoped no one would notice her cheeks going rosy.

โ€œIt's very good to see you again too, Alphaโ€ Lauren replied as she began to bow and was stopped by the Alpha who instead gave her a hug. Rose's left eyelid twitched slightly. "So...What's going on..?"

"Oh, I just have to bring my dear friend, Logan, to see Ian." Rose replied, smiling politely.

As a hush fell over the entire pack, Rose looked over her shoulder to see the creeping silhouette of her Alpha. After her latest interaction with him, she wondered if he was still annoyed at her but she pushed it to the back of her mind as she had to deliver the 'wolf'. He addressed the Sector 2 wolves and Rose's eyebrow arched slightly as he was being so polite and overing to put a roof over the sector wolves heads, yet she didn't question it or even make it obvious that she found it strange, quickly changing her facial expression back to polite and smiley. Ian then turned to Rose and she bowed her head slightly before he addressed her,
โ€œAnd who is this? The wolf I sent you after I presume? But you're not a wolf are you...โ€ Rose blushed slightly before responding.

"This is Logan, he was the wolf's accomplice but I think he's what we were actually after..." She hesitated a second before finishing. "The actual werewolf got taken, she's still very young." She informed him about the young girl before returning to the matter at hand. "There was another like him." She simply told Ian, waiting for his response to the information she'd just told him.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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Lucas looked down at their arms as Lauren unlinked them, frowning only slightly before looking back up to her with a slight smile.
โ€œNo, I havenโ€™t seen him in a whole month now. But I understand. He is always busy trying to keep his pack in order.โ€ Lucas gave her a sympathetic smile as she sighed.
"He is the Beta of Sector 2, he's might have meant to write but just hasn't found the time to." Lucas then remembered the invention of the telephone. "Or call, you know how hard it is to find peace for us let alone a beta. He might never have much time to himself."
โ€œI am worried about him. Last time I saw him he looked so ragged. I donโ€™t know if itโ€™s just part of fitting into his pack. They all look like they just got up after a full moon.. But he looked like he hadnโ€™t been sleeping well at all. And he was asking me questions about when I was turned and what it was like. He has never asked me those sort of questions before..โ€ Lucas looked away from her for a bit before looking back at her.
"I doubt he does get much time to himself and all the work would make him tired looking." Lucas tried to convince her.
โ€œIt made me think maybe he found someone he wanted to turn. Is that a ridiculous thought or what?.. Jared turning somebody..โ€ Lucas looked at her, his face surprised. Lucas shook his head.
"No, no." Lucas stumbled on his words. "Jared would never do that without asking for consent from Daryl and making sure you were all right with it and if it was..." He stumbled again, his words finding it hard to come out of his mouth. "He's probably just curious as to what it was like for you."

They finally arrived in the common area and Lucas' jaw dropped, as if by pure coincidence they were just talking about him and now he was there. He smiled as Lauren hugged him, happy to see them both smiling as they talked, Jared greeted him and he smiled with a wave.
"Hey. Jared." He smiled at the giant. "Definitely taller than when I last saw you, maybe another inch." He joked about Jared's height. Lucas heard a clear of the throat from behind him and twirled around to see Daryl addressing Lauren, he felt slightly protective over her but he knew Lauren was her own woman and that she wasn't interested in anyone like that right now, especially not any alphas. He watched as all the attention got put on Logan just before Ian arrived and welcomed the sector 2 wolves and questioned Rose about her companion.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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The roomโ€™s chatter dulled into silence, Daryl and Jaredโ€™s voices the last to be heard before they too realized something was up and turned to see what everyone else was staring at behind them. A long ominous shadow crept out from one of the corridors leading into the circular common area, the mere sound of Ianโ€™s footsteps drawing closer made every pack member of Sector 1 fall silent in reverence. There was also an eager anticipation that was palpable, two Alphas coming face to face was not an everyday occurrence, at least not in a public space.

Daryl tentatively watched as the other Alpha made his entrance, subconsciously grinding his teeth. Silence never occurred within Darylโ€™s pack when he entered a room, and if it ever did he would be almost certain it was because they were talking about him just before hand. But apparently this was normal here, and it gave him the creeps. He stole a quick glance at his Beta, who returned eye contact with a tense nod. Jared had sure changed his tune about having Daryl here, it was a relief he had come along.

โ€œDaryl...Jared.โ€ Ian welcomed them as he appeared in the corridor, putting on his Mr. Rogers friendly neighbor face, โ€œWhat a pleasant surprise.โ€

If eyes were windows to the soul, peering into the steel blue eyes of his rival, Daryl could see this was not a pleasant surprise and that he only bared their presence whilst his packโ€™s eyes were on him. Ian had made keeping up appearances an art form; he was able to weave his words into magic that gave the illusion he was more human than monster. He went through the motions to make himself relatable to others, but thatโ€™s all it was: a routine. Daryl could see this. Unfortunately for Daryl, he was one of the few who could, besides may be his Beta who had also gotten a glimpse of the man behind the mask as he trained below him.

For better or worse, Daryl was no good at hiding his emotions, and was pretty much an open book. Therefore, he was having a hard time now masking his frustration as Ian merrily went through his motions and extended to him a hand to shake. He knew it was to get under his skin and made his blood run hot. It was only because Daryl knew he would look like an ass if he didnโ€™t accept Ianโ€™s hand that he begrudgingly unclenched his balled fist and gave it a tight shake.

โ€œTo what do I owe the pleasure of your company this morning? You haven't brought anymore pack members from two with you?โ€Ian canted with a pearly white smile,โ€œWhat a pity...I never did like the whole sector separation deal...do pass along they are welcome to visit anytime for me.โ€

Like Hell he was going to pass along that message, but he gave Ian a curt nod as if he would and released his hand.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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โ€œAnd who is this? The wolf I sent you after I presume?โ€ Ian questioned Rose, though his eyes scanned Logan, โ€œBut you're not a wolf are you...โ€

"Finally", Logan thought, someone addressing him directly. Logan gathered from Ian's dramatic entrance and how others had spoken of him before hand that he was a man of import, mostly likely one of the Alphas the fencer told him about earlier. This gave Logan some hope as he was someone who could do something about something. He opened his mouth to speak back to the Alpha, but was cut off by the red-haired woman. He clamped his mouth shut and impatiently glared at her.

"This is Logan, he was the wolf's accomplice but I think he's what we were actually after..." Rose piped up, "The actual werewolf got taken, she's still very youngโ€ฆ..There was another like him."

Logan was beginning to get antsy with everyone staring at him like some bizarre freak out of a circus, and he was also getting sick of hearing the same point that had already been established several times that day: that he wasnโ€™t human or werewolf. Every moment wasted in speculation about what he was, was another minute that nothing was being done to help Maia. And as much as he might have wanted to solve the same question of what he was, it was not as important as finding out how to save his friend.

Once Rose was done with her explanation, Logan jumped in to speak for himself, the frustration in his voice apparent as he spoke through gritted teeth.

โ€œI donโ€™t know what I am, but those assassins -- the ones who hunt you guys -- are damned determined to hunt me down too. they got my friend instead though.." he explained, the corner of his mouth twitching on its own as the scene of Maia laying there on the asphalt helplessly flashed through his mind. He should have done something to help her then, but he couldn't, and it shamed him that for all his super human strength he couldn't get to her. He blinked, pulling his mind's eyes back to the present, and in a less abrasive tone continued, hoping to garner empathy. "...Like she said, sheโ€™s a werewolf like all of you.. She's only a kid and she has no pack.. They took her some place and I want to know where that is, so I can go get her.โ€

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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โ€œI donโ€™t know what I am, but those assassins -- the ones who hunt you guys -- are damned determined to hunt me down too. they got my friend instead though...Like she said, sheโ€™s a werewolf like all of you.. She's only a kid and she has no pack.. They took her some place and I want to know where that is, so I can go get her.โ€ Had this vagabond lost his mind? Was he planning some sort of solo assault on Ordoghaz? Then he truly was a fool. For all his strength and glory, he hadn't a brain cell one. Ian mentally rolled his eyes and inwardly sighed. If he were just another lost ship to be dashed upon the jagged shore of The Devil's House then so be it, but what had his words turning to ash in his mouth before he could speak them was the fact that Logan was quite the tool to be utilized in the war effort and now that Rose had revealed their underground location to him, if he were taken captive, he could reveal it to the enemy.

Ian was beginning to realize that even with years filled with much plotting that one by one the delicate complicated mechanisms of his carefully laid out plans could spin rapidly out of control at a moments notice, bringing the whole edifice tottering into ruin. Ian straightened to his full height, drawing on every inch of haughty bearing he possessed even as his mind raced, calculating. Here he was outpowered and outnumbered, but he would not be outwitted; he would put his silver tongue to good use. "My dear man, I am so sorry you have been so unfortunate as to gain the attentions of men such as those. They are as ruthless as they come. You do of course realize that they have been our enemy much longer than yours...and while we'd love nothing more to point you in their direction, I am afraid we'd just be sending you on a suicide mission." Ian placed a sympathetic hand on Logan's shoulder and caught the eyes of his audience, garnering their attention with the royal 'we'. "Furthermore, my family, my pack, comes first you see. I'm sure this poor girl does not deserve the fate that's befallen her, but I can not in good conscious risk the lives of our own by telling you that information. What if you were to be captured, not to belile your abilities of course, but hypothetically....if you were to be...what would stop them from pulling our location out from behind your clenched teeth and sending a team to eradicate all that we have built....to take all of these innocent lives...men, women, and children all for the sake of one child?" He shook his head and tutted. "However, you are more than welcome to stay here with us my friend, an enemy of an enemy is an ally after all...and I hope you will."

Thisโ€”monstrosity. It was picaresque; it was a farce, a stage play with Ian's name on the playbill plastered all over the room. Except no one knew how to react, and they were all suddenly falling over themselves to read the act descriptionsโ€”but there was nothing there, nothing there but a facsimile of a human face bearing a sad countenance. It wasn't long before they were all giving him just what he wanted, eating right out of the palm of his hand. The pack was afraid for their own skins, threatened by the stranger's presence, and understanding of their Alpha's decision based upon the two aforementioned feelings.

Logan roughly shoved Ian's hand off of his shoulder, nostrel's flaring, temper rising from the pit of his stomach like a gasoline soaked fire, scorching the lines of his throat. He had come all this way under the impression, an impression the red head had left him with, mind you, that this leader and his people would be willing to help. He found himself unable to comprehend this hollow man full of hand-grown emotions. He glared at Ian, half hoping that his rage were something that unsettled that skin-tight mask of charm, but there was only so much you could do when you were up against a figurative politician that spoke silver-dollar words to a brain washed cult cut off from the rest of the world. Logan averted his wrathful gaze to look upon the 'congregation'. To him, it seemed the pack were a satirist writing a love letter to their leader. Except they were in some grotesque nesting doll reality, where the words were a labyrinth and all pens lead back to Ian: Ian was his own satirist, and he was writing a best-seller. This wasn't about helping Logan or not helping him: it was about power. It was about how their world spun at the speed Ian dictated. None of them could see it, but Logan had witnessed men like him before even if he couldn't remember it. The scar of their reign was seared into his brain like a brand. He finally brought his hardened gaze around to Daryl and Jared, taking note in the uneasy grimaces painted upon both of their faces. "You agree with this?" He asked angrily, voice cracking like a lightning strike. "You would leave this girl to die because he says so?!" He rumbled, the thunder to follow the lightning.

Coren's hackles bristled, the boy mirroring his 'father's' stance, swallowing heavily as his vocal cords likely repositioned themselves to vibrate at a similar pitch to Ian's own. His eyes were a little too clouded, too dull to be so young. A boy like steel too many times tempered, so obviously beaten into a shape so beyond recognition of whatever material it originally was. He was now a molded copy of his Alpha, not so quick and controlled or controlling but a loose copy all the same for his Alpha had infiltrated his bloodstream like a poison and left him nothing more than a satellite locked in permanent orbit around the brilliance of Ian's sun, permitted only to reflect, never to shine on its own. Of course, he assumed this was for the better. Who was he before now that was so great as to be compared to his leader? For that matter who is this stranger to challenge Ian's final say? Coren didn't like the vague air of disrespect the outsider carried with them nor did he like the turn this conversation was taking...words spoken like tip-toes on thin sheets of glass always seemed to end shattering into argument. Whatever came of this, he had his Alpha's back.

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Logan whirled around, pointing an angry finger at Daryl and Jared; Although Jared felt as if the finger was being personally pointed at him.

"You agree with this?" Logan riled them up, "You would leave this girl to die because he says so?!"

Jaredโ€™s palms sweated nervously and he could barely continue to look into Loganโ€™s eyes, seeing his own guilt reflected in them. His conscience screamed to finally be rid of this burden he had on his mind for two months now. He didnโ€™t care what it took or the price he had to pay to clean his conscience, he had to save this girl -- for real this time. And at the same time he took this step in his mind, he too physically came forward, breaking away from Daryl, his mother, and Lucas.

โ€œNo, I donโ€™t agree with it and I wonโ€™t leave her to die.โ€ Jared exclaimed, breaking the short-lived silence, โ€œIโ€™m willing to help.โ€

His words dropped like a stone in a pond, sending ripples of shocked murmurs through the crowd gathered around them. Jaredโ€™s gaze moved from Logan, to Ian and Rose. His sudden gusto for atonement made him braver and he looked at Ian directly, challenging him. He knew an explanation was much needed for his response and continued with an impassioned voice:

โ€œThere are more werewolves than we can count that have gone missing into Ordoghaz. Half of them we donโ€™t even know the fates of and weโ€™ve barely lifted a finger to find out what happened to them. Let alone save any of them. But our numbers are bigger than theyโ€™ve ever been in 200 years! Isnโ€™t it about time we stop taking crap from these Wolfsbane bastards and do something to defend ourselves? Right now they think they can just swipe us off the street and murder us one by one, and we are doing nothing to stop them!โ€

His words were like a sharpened knife, severing his tie to his former Alpha for good, but with the unintended consequence of severing ties with Sector 1 for good. He hadn't thought about it at this point, as all thoughts of diplomacy were superseded by his passion for justice - true even though he also had the motive of rescuing his progeny - he had always felt progress for his species was far too slow moving.

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Through out Jared's little speech, Ian's face was impossible to read; lined with a certain hardness like it was sculpted from stone marble, completely inexpressive. Coren's however, was an open book with illustrations for the easily confused, concern tracing every plane and curve of his features.

Ian had always said, No one was innocent. There was only the guilty, the ignorant, and the unlucky. And right about now, Jared was solidly fitting into all three categories. He was guilty of rivaling the original Alpha's command, ignorant of what sort of repercussions an act like that would bring, and unlucky in the respect that those aforementioned repercussions would be painful and plentiful. Ian sighed through his nose and ground his teeth together. Now the wolves around him were wavering in their initial decision. Should they protect their own hides, or should they push for the rebellion Ian himself had been calling for for over a decade? It was past time to quell this confusion, and restore order.

"Now Jared..." His voice was gentle but there was an undercurrent of something else there, something malicious. "I understand how you're feeling, for it is the same way we all feel, but I can not condone your brashness to act." He surveyed his audience closely, choosing his next words carefully. "I will not allow it, allow you to throw your life away and endanger your family. We must think clearly here, use logic and reason over emotion because they surely will not be making that same mistake. The reason they think they can kill us off one by one is because they haven't a clue just how many of us there are, we have led them to believe we a few, we are weak, but we are strong...but not strong enough yet. Not for this grade of assault." He held up his hands, a placating gesture. "You are young, younger than you know. You can not speak of the last two hundred years with any type of real knowledge....Now please, just calm down son."

Coren cringed at Ian's word choice. Son. He wasn't aware of Ian's manipulative nature, or of the fact that the Alpha would never consider anyone to be his kin, not truly because of his particular brand of psychosis and because of his birth circumstance...so, it stung....stung like a whip lashed upon the heart.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Elizabeth Harrows Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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Rose stood back from the on going discussions, she didn't need to involve herself anymore than she had to, she had already annoyed Ian early that night and she was pretty sure that Coren wasn't her bestest friend ever, no doubt he'd be having words with Ian about her siding with the wolves she was being an ambassador to.
Rose felt a slight twinge of guilt as Logan spoke up, she could have interfered before the assassins got the poor pup, but then she would have risked the weapon. Then Jared spoke up, his words caused Rose's eyes to widen in disbelieve and she watched Ian as Jared spoke, worried for his reaction, scared of the repercussion it would have for not only Jared but the pack he represented, but Ian seemed nonchalant, his voice was gentle but Rose could sense the darkness to his message, a shiver reaching up her spine at the word 'son'.

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Lucas stood by Lauren's side, he knew this could only end badly if Jared and his pack defied Ian, even after such a warning, but he couldn't fight the urge the Jared was right. All this time, hiding underground instead of taking the fight to the job, but then he shook the thoughts from his head. Without hiding down here and ignoring a few missing werewolves, the packs would never have grown, we wouldn't have as many wolves as we did, Ian was right, no matter how much it pained him to disagree with Jared, he had to side with Ian on this matter. The least Lucas could do was try to persuade Jared to see Ian's side of it in private.

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Elizabeth awoke with a gasp as their was an urgent wrapping on the door, she threw the blanket off her body and let out a sigh as she walked over to the door. "Hello?" She called out, looking through the peep hole.
"Miss Harrows?" The voice replied and Elizabeth knotted her eyebrows in confusion, very few people knew she was coming here, only Carrie and her family were aware of her coming to America.
"I think you might be at the wrong address." She called back, hoping he would go away. She turned to walk away, heading towards her new bedroom.
"Elizabeth Harrows." She heard the voice call, she stopped right were she stood, her blood seemed to freeze.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth

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In the progression of Ianโ€™s speech, Jaredโ€™s muscles became tense and his breathing sharper, more staccato as the aggression boiled up inside him. The false term of endearment at the end made him twinge, like the last straw had landed on his shoulder and he was a hair-pin sensitive mine ready to explode. Where did he get off calling him son? Ian never vested any interest in his development before he left the pack, treating him with cold indifference, he supposed because his family was of low rank but Jared had always refused to be treated as such. He swore he would grow up to be more one day and he had; not by doing anything he was told to by Ian but by forging his own way. He was ready to open his mouth again and call Ian out on his false compassion which he feigned out of pure self-interest, but he was grabbed firmly by the arm by Lauren.

โ€œJared โ€“ listen, please.โ€ she pleaded, turning him to look at her, โ€œWe have all lost somebody to the Wolfsbane Warriors and we would like to see some justice brought to them. But Ian is right: you shouldnโ€™t make the decision to attack headquarters so quickly. I feel bad for the poor girl in this situation, I really do... I've already lost your father though and I donโ€™t want to lose you too.โ€

Jared looked his mother in the eyes, for all his rebellious behavior, if there was one thing Jared had a hard time doing it was doing anything that might make his mother cry. He had perpetually stressed her out throughout his youth with his antics, but he could never stand making her upset to the point of tears - just as she seemed on the brink of now. He was ready to withdraw everything he said seeing the unshed tears glossing her eyes, then Daryl spoke up.

โ€œExcuse me,โ€ Daryl interjected, swaggering forward with his arms outstretched to either side, โ€œLast I checked, Jared here is my Beta, and it is my call whether he has permission to go on this crazy mission or not..โ€

Daryl at this point had allowed the interaction between Ian and Jared to go on out of curiosity what the other Alpha might do when his authority was so blatantly challenged by his former subordinate. He wanted to see if the mask would slip and show what was really hiding behind there โ€“ But the Big Bad Wolf stayed in his unassuming costume beneath the bed covers, beckoning all of the naรฏve to come closer. In any case, it was good to see Jared sticking it to the man and Daryl was ready to join him and drive Ianโ€™s ego into the ground.

โ€œAnd I happen to agree with Jared, that we have taken enough from the Wolfsbane Warriors and nowโ€™s the time as any to get started on this โ€œrevolutionโ€ youโ€™ve been talking about.โ€ Daryl proclaimed, with an obvious undertone of sass. It was clear that he was doing this just as much to get Ian to eat his own words as he was for altruistic reasons. He wanted to rip the control out of Ian's dirty paws and put him in his place as an Alpha of equal standing with all the others.

Lauren released the tight grip she had on Jaredโ€™s arm and glared at Daryl, tears still in her eyes โ€œWhat are you saying..? You'd let him do this?โ€ Her distress caused Daryl to visibly hesitateโ€ฆ But getting under Ianโ€™s skin and earning their long awaited freedom was far too irresistible.

โ€œIโ€™m saying โ€“ if we can get enough wolves to go on this mission, we're doing this.โ€ he replied to her.

That was it โ€“ a single bat of her brown eyes and he knew he had been shut out, like a door being slammed in his face. Her silence to his answer said more than if she were yelling. She looked between the both of them, angry and helpless to do anything. "Mom, please don't take this personally..." Jared began and reached out a hand to comfort her, but she pushed through the barrier of people surrounding them to the nearest corridor, the hard clack of her heels echoing then fading behind her.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Lauren Silverstein Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth Character Portrait: Melanie Johnsheed

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Jared appeared as if he were praying someone would hand him a set of boxing gloves so that he and Ian could go toe to toe in a ring. Where this little impudent ant had garnered so much audacity, Ian would never know. Perhaps the nubile Beta had always had it, was born with. His stupidity knew no bounds it would seem. It was one of the multiple reasons Ian had never granted him a seat of power in his own pack. Wolves like that were always at the center of a grand coup d'รฉtat and Ian refused to harbor mutineers.

Lauren stepped in to calm her sons agitated and frayed nerves, quieting the storm that rolled around, caged, between Jared's ribs. She possessed such a whole and organic ability to connect with those around her, to gather empathy, he felt almost imbecilic for not picking up on her usefulness before then. If anything, she would make a valuable weapon to utilize against her son if needed be....how attractive she appeared to him now...

Ian almost felt a glimmer of hope that he'd be able to reign in this tumultuous situation, perhaps even gain something from it until Daryl decided he could remain silent no longer. โ€œExcuse me, last I checked, Jared here is my Beta, and it is my call whether he has permission to go on this crazy mission or not..if we can get enough wolves to go on this mission, we're doing this.โ€

Ian's vision tinged in and out of red then black and white, going from enraged to wolfish in a manner of seconds. His fists balled tightly at his sides, knuckles popping under the sudden pressure. Even Daryl could not be so dense...but apparently he could. Ian envisioned just stepping forward and ripping the other Alpha's throat open with nothing more than his sharpened canines, it was greatly satisfying but hardly productive. He needed to rationalize...He slowed his breathing and calmed himself. Time. what he really needed was time. Surely Daryl was only concentrated on establishing the boundaries, maintaining his rule, and ruffling Ian's feathers; once he had time away to clear his hot head, he would see reason and the fault in this plan. He ultimately decided to let sleeping dogs lie least he wind up with fleas, but he just had to leave him with some food for thought no matter how dim the thinker must of been.

"Ah...well." He sighed. "You're right, Jared is a part of your pack now. Old habits you know, they die hard." He gave a low, hollow chuckle before he cocked his head to the side a bit, studying Daryl's face, then Jared's. "However, seeing that this plan does not solely threaten your pack, but all of ours, it would be best to refrain until you have had a chance to bring it up to the Alpha's of the other sectors. They mighten not like it if your recklessness puts the lives of their families in danger...Just some friendly advice from one leader to another." He smiled toothily, feeling like he had just hammered the final nail in the plan's coffin. "But please Jared, do see who you can gather to join you on this 'crazed mission', as you so aptly put it Daryl, though try not to be too discouraged if it is not many...after all, not even your own mother supports you in this, perhaps that may help you find reason in the end."

He feigned a woeful sigh, taking a step closer to the Alpha opposite to him. "I do hope we can get beyond this Daryl. Like I said, you and yours are always welcome here." Ian's words were volatile, like an overcast of black smoke creeping from the belly of his throat. His baited breath dousing Daryl's russet skin with fuel, a gasoline that spread all over his person. His fingers remaining unfurled, no longer a clenched fist, like erect match sticks to strike and burn his rival to cinders and ash. The other Alpha need make no mistake, Ian meant war despite the calmness of his tone or the submissive sound of his speech.

He let his gunmetal eyes rest locked on Daryl's own. He preferred to cut enemies dead with a look. There was no sense in killing his enemy. How would he know Ian had won?




Coren's body was wound up so tightly and tense throughout the whole impromptu meeting that his muscles felt like a python had corded it's body around his ligaments, constricting until his legs would inevitably give out. He was grateful when it began to come to its conclusion. Ian would not be happy later though, and Jared and his stupid Alpha were to blame for that, but they weren't the ones who would suffer the consequences. That privilege was Coren's and Coren's alone. His body preemptively complained about the future beating it would take in Ian's sparing lesson later that morning, for it would be as severe as Ian's nature undoubtedly. Please end on happy note, he unrealistically begged the ether. Just realize you guys are idiots and concede, pretty please. But of course, he was not so fortunate.

A new wolf intruded upon the conversation, cutting it to an abrupt close like the blaring of a car horn in on coming traffic. She was so obviously from sector two, she might as well as had it tattooed upon her brow. Her flippant, nonchalant entrance into the company of Alpha's spoke at a volume almost as loud as her appearance. He had seen many Alpha groupies in his four years there, recognized their style of licentious dress, their attitudes, and knew it was no surprise that he hadn't seen her before today, there were many wolves from other sectors he had yet to meet. None of that was what really caught Coren's attention, however, it was when he caught her eyes that he truly began taking note of her. Her gaze was one that could start brush fires, a look that mothers warned about. Her eyes sparked against his skin like flint against steel. She was hell on heels but worth the scorch marks she left you with...

So of course she was with Jared.

ImageCoren knew he needed to go to his Alpha's side, that he had to report his 'successful' fencer meeting and warn him of the potential threat that was Elizabeth, but he could not help tempting fate and Jared's patience by approaching the girl. He swaggered up, hands buried deep in his jean pockets, smirk half cocked like his plan. "Jared, you didn't tell me you guys were hoarding all of the lookers over there in sector two, that's really selfish of you." Coren clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, tutting. "I'm Coren, so that would mean you are...?" His grin blossomed as a look of utter repugnance crossed over Jared's features.

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Character Portrait: Ian Bohen Character Portrait: Jason Stackhouse Character Portrait: Shavon Griessel Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Coren Somerhalder Character Portrait: Lucas Redmond Character Portrait: Rose Wilson Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth Character Portrait: Melanie Johnsheed Character Portrait: Charlotte Constance Lydia Marie Davenport

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โ€œSame goes for yours...Though you might want to remind them to come back when they come to visit. You wouldn't want to lose another one of your best to me.โ€

ImageIan smiled superciliously and tilted his head, it oscillating in an almost reptilian manner as he watched Daryl retreat smugly. On the outside, the Alpha seemed quite relaxed, but if any of the other wolves would look upon his face closely enough, they might be inevitably drawn into his bright blue eyes, flickering with undisguised fury. He could feel something in his chest, something volatile, a live thing that stirred, dizzying him with an appetency for battle that made him shudder, turning logic to madness. Soon. He told himself. Soon you will have the fight you crave. Daryl will be made to hurt for this....

The difference between power and control was that power was an empty status. To hold and attain power over others was not significant in itself without effectively wielding it. Control was wielding his strength in his own favor. Control was internal and external. Power was nothing without control, and powerful men like Daryl would always be crushed under the weight of those with control...Those like Ian.

He spun on his heels and strode out of the common room, breath held tightly in his lungs as if he were worried if it escaped, he would follow it back into the room and go for Daryl's throat. This was a dangerous game he was playing now, but the other Alpha would surely come back from speaking to the separate sector's leaders with his tail tucked between his legs like a cur that had been kicked one too many times. In the meantime he headed for another room, one set up for sparring; makeshift mats laid out across the stone floor to protect the unfortunate losers from too painful a fall. Coren would follow as per usual along with the new morning addition, the recently disgruntled Lauren...

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Image"I'm Melanie, but you probably got that from Daryl, and thank you, flattery can get you almost anywhere." The she-wolf replied, extending a hand to shake as a glittering smile broke across her face like the waves of the ocean crashing upon the shore. It lit up her whole countenance. Coren's smile brightened in a subtle way in response--not like a sudden sunburst, but more like an oil lamp being turned up gradually but one that could very easily be smashed to pieces to grow into some frighteningly contagious wildfire. He took her hand is his own but instead of giving it a shake, he brought it to his lips before giving the smooth skin there a kiss. He may of been laying it on thick, but she left the door for flattery wide open with that last comment.

"I'm Coren Smolderholder-er I mean Somerhalder." He replied, feigning the correction before letting her hand slip out of his. "And please don't take any offense, but you are way too pretty to be hanging around with Geyer." He stated, looking to her like a moth drawn to a flame. "Why is this the first time I am seeing you here around Sector one?"

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Character Portrait: Victoria Striker Character Portrait: Shavon Griessel Character Portrait: Logan Character Portrait: Maia Murdock Character Portrait: Jared Geyer Character Portrait: Daryl Garreth Character Portrait: Ryan Johnsheed Character Portrait: Melanie Johnsheed

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Twilight turned the Emerald City into a musty watercolor painting where the fog and rain obscured heaven, but made itself on Earth with all the twinkling lights of skyscrapers and an orange-hue cast by the West coast sunset. It felt good to have space above oneโ€™s head, to hear the sound of anything other than dripping water and the scuttling of sewer rats, and see more colors than just the gray-scale; there was so much more for the werewolvesโ€™ keen senses to experience up here, but there was no time to savor any of it.

Twenty werewolves, including Jared, Daryl, and Melanie were now on the surface; such a large number of werewolves above ground was nearly unheard of and they split themselves up to appear less conspicuous. โ€œWe will take the back of the building.โ€ Daryl told Jared, a short reminder to their less than elaborate plan, "You take the front with them." He nodded with his raven head towards Logan, Melanie, and seven other wolves. Jared merely gave a swift nod back in understanding, turning to go, but Daryl grabbed his shoulder holding him back for a moment "Be careful, son. If you don't come back your mom is going to kill me." He was joking, per usual, but this time it was obvious he was covering his genuine concern for him, rubbing his big hand across his tense neck. Jared also noted, he liked when Daryl called him son. It wasn't like when Ian had called him that. Jared's smile cracked like glass in a window pane across his face, "Right. I'll be careful." He thought maybe he should tell the Alpha to watch himself as well, but he didn't want to even contemplate the notion of Daryl dying in battle.

The full moon rising in the horizon was tugging at the beast within all of them as they strode towards Wolfsbane Headquarters, even Logan who was not a were thirsted for the hunt, craving this revenge perhaps more than anyone. Throats rasped with repressed animal noises and their skeletons creaked. Jared couldn't help cracking his neck every few minutes feeling the unmistakable ache of his bones trying to twist themselves into their new form. Everyone else seemed to be catching the same affliction as him, twitching with agitation as they fought the inevitable metamorphoses.

Finally outside the headquarters, the rest of the group hanged back while Logan went into the front entrance alone. Jared and Melanie were the only ones on close stand by, pretending to be in engrossing conversation outside the front as Logan strode up to the reception desk purposefully. The young man behind the counter was sitting on a stool with a magazine on his face, trying to catch a few Zโ€™s while everything was quiet, and jumped awake at the sound of the jingle bells tied to the door announcing someoneโ€™s arrival. The magazine slid off his pimply face to the floor which he didnโ€™t bother to pick up.โ€œCan I help you?โ€ he grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes which were red at the corners from exhaustion. โ€œYeah, I'm here to turn myself in." Logan told the boy matter-of-factly, "I believe all of you have been expecting me."

The dreary young man blinked before he registered who was standing in front of him, then his face beamed, "A-Agent Howell! Holy shit, man! It's you!" The little fledgling agent did a full 180, never looking so alive and full of hope as he did now. James had been the only agent that was able to keep his brother from harassing him and he had developed a little fan-boy crush on the renowned agent. Little did he and most of the other agents know what changes had occurred in James since his departure from the agency. Logan merely stared back at the boy with all the emotional excitement of a rock. He was getting perturbed with meeting people who seemed to know him better than himself. Although if there was any silver lining in this situation, at least this one seemed excited to see him and wasn't trying to kill him. "I'll let the boss know you're here!" The young man hopped off his stool. "Oh, uhh, I'd like to come with." Logan stopped the boy in mid-step towards the elevator, "I'd like to apologize to him personally."

The kid snorted, "you mean you'd like to apologize to her?"

"Yeah, that's what I meant." His face flushed.

"You still got that great sense of humor: love it." The boy continued to snort despite Logan's humorless expression, "But I wouldn't go making any of those wisecracks in front of Striker, 'specially not after desertion. I'm sure she will take you back if you kiss ass enough." He led Logan into the elevator and he pressed the button for the administrative floor. Hm, this was going easier than Logan had anticipated. It appeared revenge would be swift and sweet. Once this bonehead led him to the boss lady, who must have had something to do with his misfortune, he would one: hack and slash the bitch. And two: get Maia back.




Once Logan had gotten pimple-face to abandon post, Jared beckoned the rest of his squad over and they slipped into the empty lobby. They all were grossly out of place, most of them as grungy as the sewer they crawled out of and they soiled the white tile floor with the dirt they dragged in on their shoes. The only werewolf pristine enough to touch anything without greasing it up was Melanie, who even on a raid had chosen to wear her beguiling heels that made her legs look like a mile long. It was distracting, really. Jared walked towards the elevator but stopped as the chrome door's glare caught his eye and he realized it wasn't a metal alloy at all. He quickly shielded his eyes with his forearm and backed away."Gah, it's silver-plated. The elevator is a no go." He wiped the water out of his stinging eyes and looked around for an alternative.

His eyes rested upon a door in the corner with a keypad outside of it. His pack mates followed him over to the door wordlessly which was camouflaged to the wall with the same paint color. โ€œWe donโ€™t have a password.โ€ One person stated the obvious from behind Jared. Jared extended his hand towards the tiny keypad like he was going to try his hand at the password, but instead grabbed the black box with his elongated claws and ripped it out off the wall viciously. The device hung by its various multi-colored wires pathetically and the light above the handle of the door turned from red to green. Jared swung open the door and peered inside to see a dark cement spiral staircase that led both up and down. He was relieved to find what he was hoping for. To have plans felled by a silver elevator would have been devastating and prove just how poorly thought out this plan was. He smiled with sharpened canines at his friend Melanie, holding the door wide open for her. โ€œLadyโ€™s first,โ€ he teased with a dramatic swoop of his arm towards the dark stairwell with feigned chivalry.