Blake Rivers's Story

'Fuck again with the screaming' Blake growled. He was annoyed that he had again woken up early because of some innocence person screaming.
He shifted from his huge black wolf to his equally huge human form. He quickly dressed himself and walk to the door of his cell.
Banging hard on the metal door and he broke it in two.....again. This had to be his 5th door this week. A man in a white lab coat rushed over to him, a needle with sleeping fluid in hand.
"Do you really think you need that, we already know you need about 10 of those things for it to work so just go get me some fucking food now or i will go get it myself" Blake growled and he saw the man shiver with fear. Smirking Blake walked past him and down the long gray hallway towards the sitting area where they give them food.

I heard the man following behind him, he also heard the feminine moans of Ella the Fae queen. Smirking evilly he grabbed a tray of food and walked back to his room.

'the plan is running smoothly' Blake informed his pack threw the mind link.

After her pleasing shower Ella was escorted back to her cell by the guard.
"Darling i am starving would you please go get me some food?" Ella questioned sweetly and the guy melted as he nodded his head and went to go get her some food completely forgetting to close the door. She stepped out and made her way down the hall until she was at Kellin's door. Opening it easily she saw him standing there looking kinda pissed

"Lights do something again?" Ella questioned, then she her the growl of Blake and a blush spread across her cheeks. The male werewolf was gorgeous and powerful and always made Ella ache pleasurably in between he legs.

Blake saw Ella at Kellin's door and headed over. The guard yelled at him but he just ignored it as he joined the duo. Blake could smell the Fae queen's arousal and his eye's darkened with lust but he didnt act on it.

"Kellin i have to talk to you both about it we also need to talk about it with the head of the shapeshifters" Blake stoically stated. He knew the head vamp would get the message that Blake wanted to talk about the plan to escape. He grabbed hold of Ella's wrist and dragged her into the cell.

Closing the door until there was only a crack. Blake lifted his hand to see the damage the silver and wolfsbane had done. Light burns covered his right hand but he could already feel it starting to heal.
Smirking Blake looked at the Head vamp "we need to talk"

Looking over in a bit of a sudden shock, he just found he was staring in the face of the fae queen. Nodding his head he grumbled "same as last week, tricked a guy into her cell, and branded his face with her hand" stepping out of the cell, he turned his eyes to see lights emerge from her cell saying quite happily "they forgot to lock it when they dragged your sorry ass out of there." it was kind of funny seeing her all cheery. "hey when in the hell did they start carrying those metal baton things?" she asked thee two, as she a procedure them closer.
She wasn't going to lie, she thought to herself. It hurt like a bit cheaper being hit with those things. Looking over at Kellins face, a pained look appeared across it, taking her a moment to realize he heard that Watching as blake came up, Lights let out a small huff, as we gave the very obviously vague message. "Ill be in the bloodied cell if you want to scold me later Kellin." She said, giing a flick of her hand and walking away, as kellin was dragged by the other leader. "What;s going wrong?" He asked him, his blue eyes going into the serious state they did when this matter seemed to come up.

"i just need to make sure you are doing your part in the plan and not get side tracked by bad ass little demons" Blake growled, he had heard what the female demon had said about the guards carry around weapons now.

"They must think we are becoming more of a threat to them cause they are carry around weapons" Blake snarled. The little demon may not be part of his pack but in the hell hole everyone have to stick together.

"is lights alright?" he questioned, turning around to glare at the passing guards. His eye's blazed bright orange as he became more angry.

"Don't talk shit about her. She's a demon, it's in her nature." He warned him, a protective voice coming into play. She may be a pain in the ass, but she was his pain in the ass and he didn't need any one else screaming at her. Ignoring the fact though, he said "The plans going fine, I can deal with whatever, with the way we're handling thing now it seems to be going smoothly."
Looking through the door he saw the guards, and he could practically hear the screams of how scared shitless they had become of them all. Looking back towards Blake, he nodded and said "They are scared, I can hear it; and she's fine. Got punched pretty damn hard in the jaw though,"

Blake growled at the fact Light's got hit again. Its true that demon's are naturally devious and personally Blake didn't blame the demon he blamed the guards. They had no right to hit her if it was in her natural.

His growling continued and he looked back at Kellin, blakes eye's still glowing bright orange.

"good, i will talk to my second in command and we will arrange a meeting with all the leaders, hopefully soon" Blake growled loudly as two guards opened the door wide. They jumped back in fear and Blake grinned evilly, flashing his sharp white canines to them. He heard their heart beats increase and their breathing deepen.

Compared to these men, Blake was a giant with his 6'7ft muscular frame. They must have noticed his eye's because they dared not look him in the eye.

"we are here to escort Mr.Rivers back to his cell, the door has once again been fixed...Sir" the human guarded weakly stated.

Blake chuckled deeply and wrapped an arm around Aira small waist. He escorted her to his cell and kicked it open so he wouldnt have to burn his hands on the metal.
He led her inside and kicked the door closed slightly. Letting go of her waist he sat down on a stool that was in his room.

"Yes i was wanted to inform you everything is going as planned and that i would like you to set up a meeting with the other leaders sometime soon please" he said. He leaned against to dirty wall and crossed his arms.

He then shot out of his spot when he heard the screaming of a man and wrapped his arms protectively around his pack mate. Being Alpha King he was very over-protective of all his pack, man or woman it didn't matter to him because in his pack everyone was strong but he still felt the urge to protect them.

Blake held Aira close as the screams dimmed, then growls and snarls echoed threw the corridor.

"More screaming." Lights said, getting up and immediately racing down the halls. Most people would suppose she was trying to get in trouble, trying to pick fights, but in honestly she was trying to help in a way. Spotting Spencer at the door, she asked "New guy?" Before Kellin raced up behind her, rage still creased into his face. Turning around, she chuckled and said "See if you can get Blake to knock down another door." She said, patting him on the shoulder, and approaching the door closer. "Yeah, cause I'm your lap dog." He groaned, going over towards where Blake cell was.
Not daring to touch the door, He called inside "Hey Blake, Come knock down a door, some guys freaking out in there." Crossing his arms over his chest, he was rather impatient, worried some stupid shit would happen if lights was left alone for to long.

Roald tried to help once he saw the metal being wrenched away, but he was stunningly useless compared to the one doing it. She pulled it back with such ease... Was... Was that even possible? Once it was wide enough to get through, Ro didn't even stop to think about staying in that cell. He clambered out without delay and slid to the floor at the sight of so many people. Had he made the wrong decision? "Please don't hurt me," he sobbed softly, "I don't know what I did wrong and I don't know what's happening to me but I-- I'm sorry, please!" He held out his hands to show he was unarmed as if they didn't already know. God, there were so many of them and they all looked so strange... and young... Was he the oldest one there?

That, of course, is when he felt it happening again. Fresh panic swept through him as he began to lose consciousness. "No, no please, no," he murmurred before sliding to lay against the wall outside his cell. His body began to shift then, filling out his already tattered clothes and changing. Within half a minute a huge black clydesdale stallion lay where the man was moments ago, still unconscious.

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(OOC: If there's no second in command shifter Clark could take the spot, though he's really quiet)

Clark watched the man and the rest of the people around him with barely concealed anger. Damn, all of this noise and clamor. The guy was older than most of them, looked to be early twenties, fully matured. He was in bad shape, too, some sort of mental breakdown. Moret was the same way when he first came in, so the dude couldn't be blamed. He was foreign, English? Scottish? Irish? Something like that. And then he was passed out and a horse. That explained practically everything. He was a shapeshifter. But why didn't he know what was happening and why couldn't he control it? More questions. Done with the crowd, Clark shoved back through the sea of people and back to his cell, leaning against the bars and watching from afar.

Mara sighed, then began to talk. "Shows over! I'll go get Cari to deal with him. He's a shifter" she sighed and turned back to the stallion. She leaned down and touched him, sending a nightmare into his subconscious. He would wake up, the dream was that terrifying. She pushed her way through the people, and to the head shifters cell. She saw a man being taken out by a group of other men, fresh burns on his face. Celeste was in there, too. "You are needed. The new guy is a shifter" she turned and walked back out


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Cari sighed and looked over to Celeste. "I'll be right back" she said, and followed after Mara. She pushed through the people, and sat down in front of the horse. It was the shifter they were talking about.

When Kellin came into his cell Aira slipped out of his arms and Blake stood up straight. Aira closed the door completely and said she need to talk.
"i am sorry Aira but as King Alpha i need to go deal with the new guy he might be a wolf we will have to talk later sorry" Blake said then went to the door and with a hard kick, he once again broke it. It flew off its hinges and crashed into the opposite wall.
"A new guy?" he hadn't heard of anyone new coming so he went out of his cell and towards to group of gathering people. The man lay their sleeping against the wall. He saw Mara give him a nightmare and Blake knew he would be up soon.

A pounding noise of foot falls heading towards them drew Blake's attention. Guards were running down the hallway towards them and they all looked kinda pissed.

Blake growled and stepped in their way.

"You are not need here now LEAVE! or less me and my second in command will not be so nice" Blake's voice was dangerously calm and he gave off waves of power. His eye's glowed a brilliant burnt orange color and a constant low growl came from his throat.

When they didnt move he got pissed

"You fucking listen to me you bags of shit leave NOW!!" he growled and in a flash the guards retreated down the hall. Grinning Blake walked back to the new guy and knelt down beside him along with the head shifter Cari.

Celeste slowly trailed after Cari, still in wolf form. She stayed behind the crowd as they gathered around the new guy.
The scent of the King Alpha made her whimpered and sit on her belly. As a lower ranking wolf she wasn't allowed to look at him in the face.
She watch underneath her eye lashes she watch a huge muscular handsome man bend down next to the new guy beside Cari. An involuntary purr of pleasure escaped her throat and even in wolf form she was sure she was as red as a tomato.

Cari yelped, then looked down. "Ok, calm down. Think human thoughts" she commanded, sitting back down. "I'm like you. It is easily controlled. Think of your arms, your legs, your thumbs. Think of legs." She soothed, looking around. She saw Blake beside her. "He's strong, but he can't control it. That may be a problem" she sighed, sitting back. She sort of wished she hadn't wasted her tea. "Celeste? You have any gummy worms left? We need to make sure he stays stable" she teased, then stood up. "Okay. I guess we need to get him to the point where it is no longer involuntary" she was talking to herself, mostly. She pulled at her top, knowing it was just a waiting game. "And don't kick again. Shit hurts." She commented.

Blake left to go find Aira. The shifter leader seemed to have everything under control.
He walked to her cell to find her curled up as her wolf. Grinning he sat down by her hair and nudged her
"so you wanted to talk?"

Lights and Kellin began to turn away, when suddenly, Blakeknocked to door down, and stormed away, and Aria trailed behind a bit. Lights watched the girl go back into her cell, and then looked at Kellin. "I should follow and see what his new guy is." Kellin told Lights, and added in quickly "You should go back to your cell, and don't burn anyone else, alright?" Lights couldn't help but smile, giving a flick of her hand, She waved, and began walking away. Not before setting a tiny fire spark onto Kellins jacket sleeve.
Kellin began walking away, more or less at a faster pace to where the new guy would have been. It was odd though, he felt heat on his left wrist. Looking down. He yelled a scream of cuss words, before swatting the fire out. "She burned my sleeve." he said grumpily to himself, as he approached the other head leaders. "What's happening?" He asked lightly, looking down at the obvious shapeshifter.

Roald continued to squeal out breaths as he struggled to control his panic. Human thoughts? What did she mean 'human thoughts?' Wasn't he human? Why the hell wouldn't he be human?! His breathing slowed slowly as the squeals turned to grunting exhalations. Human thoughts, should be easy enough, right? But he had to know, why couldn't he move? Slowly, he tensed up his neck and tried to look down. Damn, it was hard, his neck felt so long, so thick, and he couldn't see straight, it was like he could see behind him almost, but less in front. Why?! Finally he found what he was looking for.

What the fuck... he... had... hooves... Big, feathered hooves, muscular and black legs, FUR.

Panic welled within him again and he began to squeal, tossing his head and trying to stand, but he remembered what the girl had said. Human thoughts. Nothing made sense, why the fuck not?! Thumbs. Thumbs were good, thumbs meant he could grab things as opposed to the damn hooves on his-- No, no, thumbs... Thumbs, legs, hands, thumbs... Slowly, he felt the terror dying away. That was good! He continued to think "human" things for a few minutes. When he opened his eyes his vision was normal again. Snapping his head down, he found hands. "God damn it all," he murmurred, letting his head fall once more. "What's happening to me..." Tears slid from his closed eyes as he panted for breath. He just wanted this all to end.

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Clark watched carefully as the man shifted back, making sure Cari was safe. He remembered that panic, the helplessness, the confusion. Poor bastard was dealing with it after he had a firm grip on what "reality" was. At least he had dealt with it younger and with less firm beliefs on what life was all about. He cast a short look to Blake. He didn't tend to like Blake, the guy was too... loud. And he was sticking his wolfy nose where it didn't belong.