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James Timber

"Lonliness isn't all my life turns out to be, it seems. Still no family....but at least I've got a friend."

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Scorpion01

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During his travels he came across a crate with a lone Wolf Pup inside, naming her Snow for her pure white fur, she is twice the size of any large dog now, and follows James everywhere he goes.

Name/alias:
-James Timber

Age:
-Physical:
--21
-Actual:
--25

Personality:
James is a very gentle, calm man. He is soft spoken and kind. For a very large man, he is exceedingly gentle with Snow and with his current partner/mate, Miray. He is a hard worker, he knows what needs to be done and when it needs to be done. He can be stern, unwavering-ly so when the time needs, and he is slow to anger. However his temper is deadly, with his strength getting the better of him and someone usually ending up dead. He is prone to anxiety and depression, particularly when Miray is not home with him for an extended amount of time, using her as a sort of emotional anchor for his life.

Physical Appearance:
-Height:
--6'3
-Build:
--Muscular
-Hair color:
--Black
-Eye color:
--Dark Green
-Skin Tone:
--Lightly Tanned
-Clothing:
--Black Travelers Coat
--Dark Green Shirt
--Brown Cargo Pants
--Black Shoes
-Armor:
--None
-Weapon(s):
--Knives
--Katana
--Claws
--Teeth
-Accessories:
--Bag full of mic. items.

Health:
-Physical:
--Healthy
-Mental:
--Stable
-Spiritual:
--Unknown

Abilities:
-Physical:
--Enhanced Senses
--Super Human Strength
--Super Human Speed
--Extremely Keen Balance
--Very fast Reflexes
-Powers:
--Transformation into Werewolf
---Werewolf Form:
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Attributes:
--Attack
---10/10
--Defense
---8/10
--Strength
---10/10
--Speed
---9/10
--Agility
---10/10
--Stamina
---8/10
--Awareness
---10/10
--Intelligence
---8/10
--Skill
---10/10

Weaknesses:
-Not a lot of control over transformed state.
-If his painful past is brought up while in the middle of a fight (Doubtful unless the opponent knows him personally or has been spying on him) then he will break down and be unable to fight.
--Side Note: Emotional break down may not occur immediately, or at all. He may transform immediately and attempt to tear his opponent limb from limb.
-Silver


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So begins...

James Timber's Story

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A the sounds outside Miray's mind went to one person, well, sort of. Snow. A fact glance towards James and she had all the knowledge she needed, Snow was somewhere, asleep, and possibly in danger. At the sounds and screaming voices. The only thing the Pretahuman could do was simple. It was the only thing on her mind.

Protect Snow.

Without a word she disappeared as fire wafted up her body. As soon as the fire was gone, so was she, two floors down in a janitor closet. "Snow!" Miray said softly, her hand went to the dogs snout, feeling the steady breathing against her fingers, Miray breathed a sigh of relief.

But it lasted only a minute, or less. Two creatures, both of them howling something of pain and progression and spreading the hurt shambled into view. Well damn it all. Without a word, Miray activated one of her dimenesional pockets and whiped out her ringsword. Snapping out her wrist with the weapon she struck twice, both shambling damned creatures exploded upon contact with her blade in greenish goo.

And it stank too.

With both demons down she put her sword away and picked up Snow, glancing both ways to the left and right, she once more Fire Advanced out of the hall, reappearing in the bedroom that James had given her. The bed was high enough, and provided enough cover, for the moment, to protect Snow.

That was her only thought at that exact moment when all hell broke loose: Protect Snow.

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James seemed to chuckle at Hale's taunt, shifting his weight to one leg and crossing his arms. "You'll need a lot more than just a muzzle to contain me, boy." he growled. "You'll need an entire squad dedicated to containing a highly trained, and highly pissed off werewolf that is simply itching to kill you. Not an intimidated female who looks like she's about to start shaking in her boots." His head turned quickly as he heard the screams, and he blinked. He was about to turn and run to Snow, but he noticed Miray was already doing just that.

James then looked at Hale, and then at Saiga. "If you shoot me, you become a target. And trust me, you don't want to be one." he growled.

The thunder in the sky suddenly grew louder, and the entire building shook as if an angry child were playing with it. The shadows on the walls, ceilings, and floors all seemed to quiver before they started to bubble like an ooze, falling from their normal places on the building and forming pools of pure Shadow on the ground. From these pools, long, grotesque tendrils extended, grabbing at zombie-creatures and humans alike.

"Who dares call down a Storm?" a dark, hungry, and absolutely vicious voice growled through the shadows. The tendrils grew more violent in their hunt, grabbing anything alive at this point and pulling whatever they grabbed into a pool of shadows, where demons awaited to consume anything pulled in.

James blinked and he looked at the tendrils as they appeared, grabbing all the zombie-like creatures around him and pulling them towards the shadows. "What the fuck?" Needless to say, the werewolf was probably just as confused as the cops. Without another word, he bolted for his door, opening it and slamming it shut, locking all of its locks. He then went to his windows and slammed them shut as well, locking them.

He sniffed the air and smelt Snow and Miray in the room he'd provided for Miray. He opened that door after knocking on it twice. "Miray." he said, opening the door. "Are you okay?" was one of the first things out of his mouth, along with "How's Snow?" It would seem that the big bad wolf had a bit of a softer side for those he deemed worthy of friendship.

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"Yeah yeah spare me the shit talk." Hale fired back, finger curled loosely around the trigger of his pistol. "That's what they all say before they're brought do--" The officer's retort was cut short by the sound of screams in the distance. When he glanced around the area to try and locate the source, he found nothing other than the pools of darkness that started to manifest throughout the hallway. When one of the tendrils reached out to grab him, he quickly smacked it away with the butt of his gun.

And then the wolf boy bolted.

Although Hale was speedy in his pursuit, the head start he had on him assured that he'd get away unscathed. "Get back here!" He shouted as he banged on the door with a closed fist. He tried to force the door open, but eventually gave up when his efforts yielded no fruit. Hale's frustration was only bolstered when he turned around to see that Miray had managed to escape as well.

"That's just great."

The setting changes from Northern Main Street to The Abandoned Slums

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Mark was aware of Elsa's eyes on him as he armed himself, but he was used to that; being watched, that is, so he didn't mind, or hardly even notice it seemed. As he turned, and she answered his question, he nodded and smiled, gesturing towards the door. "Well then, let's gather some info about your little targets, shall we?" he asks, walking towards the door and opening it slowly, listening outside before opening it fully and walking out, leaving it open for Elsa. He'd then close it behind her and start walking towards the more populated area of the city.

Mark suddenly stopped, however, about a mile or so away from the Den, putting his arm up to block Elsa's path and stop her from going any further. "Something feels wrong...." he said calmly, looking around carefully.

Further down the road a man in a black over-coat stumbled into a wall, cracking it from the force in which he slammed into it. He was panting hard and was sweating profusely. He stumbled out into the middle of the road and landed on his hands and knees, coughing and screaming in agony as he pounded his fist onto the pavement, cracking the pavement and making his fist actually create a small pot-hole in the ground.

James Timber was having a panic attack, and that always lead to one thing: Uncontrolled Rampage. What was he having a panic attack for? Well....when one has had as fucked up a life as he has in the past few years, it's easy to have one by simply remembering all the loved ones you've lost, the pain you've felt, the fear of being hunted down and surrounded like an animal.

A scared, dangerous animal.

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Elsa heard it before she saw it. Following Mark out of the den she took a look around, the area reminded her of the ruins of the Arko Districta before the cleanup began. She shivered again at the horrifiying memory she willed it away. locking it away so she'd never see it again. The Arko District was the Arko Memorial Gardens now. There was no more horror there. No more bloodshed. No more ruined buildings. Just peaceful gardens marking where people had fallen during the sudden battle.

But she heard it before she saw it. When Mark raised an arm to halt her advance, she knew what she heard had something to do with it. Half ready to summon up a Ice Thrall as Matthew called it. She was more focused on the sudden arrival of the man before her. Watching as the man slugged at the roadway. Making great holes in the ground. It was rather interesting to see. Scary too. Quietly to Mark she said "That is not something you see every day." Because it wasn't, at least, for her.

As if on a thought, ice collected on her arms, legs and chest as her ice armor seemed to grow from her clothing. It was not exactly her battle dress, but the assassin robes worked just as good if not better. Though she honestly prefered the freedom of movement her battle dress gave her. Even though it turned heads everywhere she went when she wore it.

She looked around, it appeared the two of them were the only two on the streets plus the man hitting the pavement. At least until she caught sight of a woman in black and silver did Elsa grab Mark and pull him backwards into an alcove. "Another is coming!" She hissed quietly. She peeked around the corner and spotted another person, the same she had seen just seconds before, one she surmised as female by the look of it. And she had a dog with her

Miray had lost track of James; But with Snow she'd managed to find the trail. Better her than the police, or those weird shadow things. She hated those shadow things so much. Mostly because she'd been cut by them before at places. When Snow halted and started whining and pawing at a cold spot on the ground Miray almost ran into the dog had she too not stopped when she heard the whining. Bending down Miray patted Snow and felt at the ground. "What is it girl ?" Snow whined again and gave off a chuffing sound as if saying it was cold. Miray felt it. Almost like she was touching ice.

Great, ice; in the dead heat of summer. Not good. Snow took off at the sound of yelling. James! Miray thought, scrambling to her feet as Snow took off in the direction of the sound. Moving to the nearby low rooftop of a ruined building, Miray took to the rooftops and followed Snow as best she could.

Elsa poked her head back out when the dog bolted past, the woman in black and silver was nowhere to be seen. What the ? Then she heard footsteps above. And her gaze snapped upwards as someone darted overhead. She looked to Mark. What was happening now ?

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Mark watched the dog bolt past them, and looked up as he heard the foot steps, his teeth gritted as he looked back to the the man further down the street, who was now puking out the contents of his stomach in their entirety. "I don't like the feel of this at all, Elsa...." he muttered calmly.

Snow ran up to James, but as he looked at her, she immediately yiped and ran off again to hide. By this point, James's eyes had turned yellow instead of their usual green, and he had also begun to convulse violently as his body seemed to pulsate, growing larger in size.

Bones, muscles, tendons, and joints all snapped, reshaped themselves or moved along his body, and then reformed themselves as he grew in pure size. His entire head seemed to morph as well, sending a huge howl of pain from James's throat out into the air as it shifted into a more bestial form, the teeth sharpening and the lips curling back while the ears lengthened and fur grew from every part of his body. His clothing tore, revealing nothing but rippling muscle underneath, black fur growing in thick, matted patches.

After five grueling, agonizingly painful and loud minutes of transformation, it stopped, and James now stood on his haunches, thrusting his chest forward and his head back as he let out the most piercing howl; one that echoed throughout the entire city, no doubt.

The great, 10 foot tall beast then slumped down huffing as if tired, letting out huge, loud, snarling breaths. It was waiting....but for what?

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"I agree, I.... AH!" Elsa's hands went to her ears as the howl pierced the air, as the howl rang out, she leaned against a wall and waited it out, her eyes closed. It was loud enough to break glass it sounded like. It sounded more like a shriek as those that had died had let off at the Arko District. For a long moment she kept her ears covered. Her ice formed thicker than normal however. Mostly out of fear. When the howl faded she had created a Ice Thrall as a bodyguard. Well, that was unexepcted.

With the Ice Thrall guarding the only doorway, which was more of an archway to a small garden of sorts. Things were slightly better it seemed. Elsa lowered her hands, her ears still rang and was painful to even think or try to focus her hearing to listen for movement. Instead she said softly at the sudden quiet. "Got a way out ? I'd rather not be wolf food." She remembered her sisters story of how she and Kristoff had lost the old sled to a wolf attack. To say that Elsa was scared of wolves, that was an understantment. For the moment, Elsa never saw what occured to the man on the street. Too focused on staying out of sight.

There was one other person however that heard the voice. Since she could tell that there was pain in the tone of the voice that was speaking, Miray kept her distence, yet stared when she saw the massive ice creature Well, that was not something one saw everyday. She thought. She heard Snow give off a scared yapping and bolt off somewhere. What the hell ? Turning swiftly, Miray jumped from a high roof to a ruined half burnt building and dove through the window to the ground below; rolling into a alcove the woman peeked out.

Not seeing James, but seeing instead what scared Snow. What in the world ? A wolfman ?? You gotta be kidding me. James was on this street, that was where Snow had gone, and then something spooked her and she bolted. So where had she gone ?.... "Snow!" Miray said all but tripping over the dog, Snow was visibliy shaken and scared about something. Miray patted her gently, "Come on girl calm down. That's it, calm. Take it easy. What's got you riled up ?" Miray was too focused on calming down Snow to notice anything else around her, and that included the massive Ice Thrall that Elsa had created as it wandered the street, acting like one hell of a bruiser

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James merely continued to sit there, his breathing loud, echoing slightly in the streets. Snow whimpered and looked to James, licking her snout; her own little sign for "James."

Mark looked at the Ice Thrall and blinked, looking to Elsa. "Unfortunately...I don't, unless you feel like sneaking away on the rooftops." He said. He seemed eerily calm at the moment, but buried deep within his voice was fear. He then started to sneak out towards the street, hoping to be able to turn around and climb up the building without making too much noise. He climbed up, and as he was climbing, one of the bricks he held on to snapped, making him fall to the ground. He landed on his feet, but he landed loudly.

Hearing this, James suddenly froze and from his slouched position, turned to look at Mark. His lips peeled back, his teeth yellow and parted slightly as he let out a vicious snarl of pure blood lust- one that Miray had heard a few months before against that group of were-creatures and hunters. One that could only come from James.

Snow whimpered again and hid in a corner, her ears back, head down, and tail between her legs, shaking visibly from fear. The ice that had formed on the ground didn't seem to hinder James at all, his claws digging into the material easilly to keep his balance as he walked, bipedal on his hind legs, standing roughly at 7 feet tall at the moment as he approached Mark, fingers curling and then extending, the knuckles cracking loudly.

Another snarl came forth from his maw, and he somewhat crouched.... He was ready to make a kill.

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So much for sneaking out. Of course Elsa had spoken while the creature was howling, which meant she was not heard while the creature was making noise. But now. Mark started up the wall. Then dropped back down. Oh no. No. Not now, not when she just got him back! She whistled. The Ice Thrall ambled around the corner and jumped for James. With the ice Thrall acting as a distraction, Elsa darted forwards, Grabbed Mark and all but threw him towards the building. "Up, Quick!" She herself scampered lightly up the wall to the ruined rooftop.

Once at the top she turned around and held out a hand to help Mark up next to her. She then watched as her ice Thrall had created a few weapons for it to use. Mostly sheets of ice, a club of sorts, and what looked like a window. Elsa herself had created thicker ice on her arms under her coat.

Miray recognised that sound however. Oh no. No. James! Miray thought, she looked around the corner and saw him advancing on someone further down the street from her. "James!!" Miray called out loudly, hoping to get his attention. What had caused his transformation ? She knew of it yes, but what had caused it ? Why did he flee his apartment and come running there ? She recognised this area, a little, she had stayed there a bit before she had found James. Maybe if he saw her he'd relent ? Or at least talk to her so she'd help figure out what happened to him.

Then she caught scent of it....

Damn!

Hunters.

She spotted it before it was triggered, "James! STOP!!" There were four men, clad in armor she had never seen before. Each armed with a weapon aimed at James. "Its a trap! They're hunters!!" With those words she picked up a brick and threw it like a regulation football at one of the hunters. She wondered however why there was a snow monster blocking James path ?

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As the snow monster distracted him, James straightened out to his full height of 10 feet, clawing and tearing away at it like a rabid animal, snarling and barking and growling viciously. As soon as Miray spoke, however, he launched a kick towards the Snow monster, sending it back with a chunks of it missing. He stared at Miray and then sniffed the air, growling as he looked at the Hunters.

His hackles raised immediately and he looked to be twice as big as he normally did. A weapon pointed at him posed a threat, and therefore it was the object of his unforgiving rage. He launched himself forward, the hunter fired his weapon, and James was sent flying back into the buildings behind him, smashing them. A loud yipe came from James's maw as black mist suddenly filled the area. It swirled James's body and he suddenly was back in his human form.

"Whaddya know...it worked." the hunter said, loading another shot.

Mark grabbed Elsa's hand and hopped onto the building, watching everything happen. As soon as he saw the hunters he grabbed Elsa's arm and pulled her behind an old air-conditioning unit to hide her before he, too hid. "Great....what the fuck...." He muttered. With the claw of his gauntlet he quickly drew the situation out on the roof in front of him. He drew arrows for possible plans and scratched them all out, the roof sparking under the unbelievably sharp claw of the gauntlet. He then pulled from his sheath his sword and looked to Elsa.

"You ready for this?" he asked. He need not say more, she'd know what he meant: fight their way out.

James lay in a pile of rubble, the mist becoming his clothing again as he slowly stood up, dusting himself off as he looked at the hunters, the low, feral growl of his returning as his now dark green eyes flashed yellow. He vanished from the spot and appeared on the roof opposite them, crouched down into a fighting stance.

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Ducking behind a construct was easy enough as it was, but she had no idea just what she hid behind. Instead she focused on what Mark was doing on the ruined rooftop. All sorts of designs were drawn before being erased and redrawn. Finally he either found one he liked, or decided to wing it when he withdrew his sword and asked her if she was ready. She nodded. Though her weapon was nowhere to be seen. Then she remembered; Mark had never seen her create the beautiful sword of ice, he always saw it either in hand or in her enemies.

She did just that. Focusing a small pinte of ice on the rooftop between them as a hilt sprang into view from it, she gripped it and pulled lightly. The sword formed as it was seemingly pulled from the small block of ice until it tapiered into three destict points and there was no ice left.

She nodded again. Yes, she was ready. They had to fight their way out. She recalled the Ice Thrall and increased the ice densitiy of the creature before sending it out again. She looked to Mark, waiting for his signal.

Miray too shrieked something unintelligble as James was hit; however she managed to clock one of the four hunters dead on. Causing his fellow to turn her way. Ducking swiftly out of sight as the shot rang out, shattering against the ruined cement. Miray hoped James was alright. It sounded like a painful shot too. These weren't normal hunters. She turned to Snow, "Stay here until James calls you. OK girl." Miray said softly, giving Snow a gentle rub on the head before fire transporting away in a gout of fire.

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Mark peeked around the corner, and he observed the situation before them. Three of the hunters looked at James, and another looked for Miray. Their armor looked sturdy enough to allow them to be hit by a truck and survive without so much as a chip in the paint. He gritted his teeth at that.

As he saw Elsa form the sword, he blinked a few times. "So that's how she gets it." he thought before turning again.

James stood before his opponents, the wind flaring out his coat before his eyes flashed yellow again, he appeared before the hunters, slamming into one of them and knocking him back before tackling another and turning him around as his friend pulled the trigger, the round bouncing off the armor before James pushed the man off the roof anyway, snarling as he went for the next guy, grabbing for the gun.

Mark took his opportunity to bolt towards the fray, gauntlet out stretched and sword behind him as he entered the fray silently, engaging in combat with the man James had originally slammed into. Mark's wrist flicked multiple times, but it never extended the hidden blade. Mark was first looking for a weakness in the armor they wore first, expertly dodging the equally expertly swung punches and kicks.

James snarled and managed to kick the gun from his assailant's hands before charging him and tackling him off the roof, slamming into the man and proceeding to begin to pound on him, the armor denting from each swing from James. The man James had thrown off the roof grabbed James from behind to remove him from his partner. The werewolf quickly switched gears and jumped backwards, making the hunter fall back and James land on top of him while he struggled to get free.

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Elsa observed for a moment what was happening and flicked her left wrist. The hidden ice blade slashed the air leaving a vapor trail due to how cold the device was. Sharp yet ice cold. Deadl yet beautiful, On her arm yet completely unseen. It was one of her favorite close combat weapons. She swapped her sword to her left hand and flicked out her right. The snowflake lanucher that Matthew's friend Taku had thought up flickered into exsistence, with Mark focused on the target. Elsa loaded a snowflake into the lanucher. Her aim had gotten quite good at the target field.

She turned quickly and fired a snowflake with a small trail of ice with it. It hit one of the hunters dead in the chest, seemingly slicing into him directly as if the armor wasn't there. That was the power of the ice she possessed and could control. The ice hit the man dead on, he fell backwards and off the roof, frozen solid as he hit the ground and shattered into countless pieces.

Elsa felt the heat however behind her as Miray had appeared. With a gout of flame, the silver and black garbed black haired woman snapped out a whip for Elsa's back. Elsa ducked quickly and span on her feet, kicking up part of the broken roof that acted partly as a defense and mostly as an offense. Snapping out her left wrist she slashed quickly at Miray heo dodged aside and threw something. No, withdrew something. A hoop of sorts with a blade around it sprang from nowhere.

Elsa created an ice barrier and then dove for cover. Miray ignored Elsa then seeing the last hunter aiming for James. Too far away to use her whip, she did the only thing she could. She threw her hoopsword, calling out "James!! Catch!!!" The silver hoopsword sailed into the air towards James.

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James's hand went up and he caught the hoop sword on his arm, spinning it around his arm and body quickly, using it as if he'd trained with it all his life, tearing apart the armor of his final enemy and then finally decapitating them with one final wing of the sword, also letting it go and fly back up to Miray in the same swing, the blood falling from the blade, leaving it as clean as it had been before Miray threw it to him.

Mark had managed to tear apart parts of his opponents armor, and his hidden blade flicked forward, darting for the opening as the sword parried another punch. A spinning back-kick from Mark sent the man to the ground, and Mark lunged, jamming his sword straight through the breast plate where the armor had been picked away.

He then sighed and pulled his sword back, sheathing it after flicking the blood off of it. He then turned to Elsa, walking towards her and getting between her and Miray as James appeared beside her, Snow beside him as well, happy that her Master was okay, and enjoying his touch.

"These hunters...they're calling in more experienced and deadly ones....it's only a matter of time before they call...[him], don't you think?" he asked, referring of course to Miray's Father, who, in a wild twist of events, was still alive and kicking. Very alive. However, with Miray the Huntress being friends with one of the most wanted Were-creatures in the land, her usual targets, it made things very complicated.

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Elsa flicked up her own hidden blade as a hunter came flying in her direction on the ice she'd created. Losing his balance he landed dead ontop of her exposed ice shard of sorts. Stabbing dead into his neck. She then felt the dead wieght of the man as he died ontop of her, the armor weight a bit too much. Forcing the ice to make the man easily slide off her took some doing if she thought ti right, then she remembered how Matthew did it. In and out inside a heartbeat. With that thought she disappeared into a small flurry of snowflakes and ice shards before reappearing about a meter from the dead mans body in one piece. She called her sword to her hand from where it was wedged in the ruined rooftop.

All in all the fight took about five minutes.

The ice faded off her body as the man spoke, he seemed, healthier from the look of him, though he needed a shower. "They're after you because of me ?" The woman in black and silver asked the man. "That does not make any sense. Why would they hunt you when they know I'm with you ?" Or was it because of her, Bane of Count Yanerin ?

Elsa looked to Mark and moved closer to him as the ice Thrall ambled up and all but took out what was left of the doorframe as it walked through it. Miray took one look at the weird ice creature. OK that was indeed not something one saw every day.

Elsa moved closer to Mark, all but hiding behind him and peeking over his shoulder. A bit scared, a little bit of ice appeared on his armor where her hands touched it. Well, scary indeed sometimes, but the pattern the ice took was beautiful. She hoped the cold did not bother Mark. As the armor looked careworn. She hoped she did not damage it. She'd let Mark speak for her.

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Mark glanced at the ice that formed on his armor as Elsa hid behind him, and then he looked back to James and Miray, changing his voice so that it sounded lower, and much more powerful than it usually did; a trait given by his insane ability to mimic just about everything. "You two...what are you doing here?" he asked.

James sighed at Mark's voice and looked at him. "Drop the macho act. I'm leaving." he huffed, patting Miray on the shoulder twice before turning and vanishing, reappearing on the ground, walking away, snow beside him happily.

Mark watched him vanish and then turned to Elsa...."Well....that was certainly strange..." he said. He then hugged her gently, to calm her down so she didn't freeze the joints of his gauntlet.

The setting changes from The Abandoned Slums to Northern Main Street

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A week.

Seven days.

She had promised him she'd be back, in seven days.

To the minute.

Sadly, her mission, did not go as planned. There were delays. Many delays made longer waiting. In the end, it was three hours longer, then her promised return. She hated vampires.

Miray stumbled along the street to the apartment building she shared with James. Ever since her arrival, and the subseqeunt removal of severasl street gangs, the North Main Apartment complex was under extensive renovation. And for about a week or so, they were temporarily displaced as their apartment they shared was extensively remodeled, a plan drawn up by both of them had been approved by the city and was put into place, new walls, a larger living room, another bedroom, new floors, higher ceilings, actual balconies and no more fireescapes!

But now she was returning the place she currently called home. As she had promised James. She caught wind of Snow's worry however. And briefly she stopped.

Snow, James beloved compainion for a long time before Miray had met them both, worried ? Her hackles raised, Mirary found renewed energy and with her whip in hand and a black bag in the other she moved quickly as she could in the darkness towards their bulding.

As promised by James there was the prochlight on. Waiting for her to come home, inviting her in. She had a key and she could let herself in. But the feeling of Snow worried, worried Miray.

Had something happened to James ?

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Their temporary home was eerily silent as Miray entered. The feeling of worry was minute; only Snow was worried, it seemed. The Beautiful dog got up and paced back and forth for a bit before finally greeting Miray quietly, licking the woman's hand and sniffing her a few times. A low whine escaped the dog's throat before she turned and led Miray to the living room.

There he was....

Passed out in a chair was James; feet propped up, book in his lap and head limp to one side. His breathing was very subtle; there looked to be the evidence of another one of his panic attacks around him; the scabbed knuckles, shattered picture frame of his late son, and a cracked mirror were what needed repairs. The rest were a flipped couch, pillows strewn about the room, and a slowly healing cut on James' left cheek, which was the one facing towards Miray as she entered.

There appeared to have once been a fire in the fireplace; three days ago at best. As for how long James had been sitting in that chair...couldn't be more than an hour and a half; which meant that his panic attack was induced from worry about Miray.

There was the main sense of worry....

It dropped over the room like a lead rug. It was all over his face; his body language even in his sleep: He was worried. Worried enough to break down and actually sleep, apparently.... The bags under his eyes looked bad. Like he'd not slept in days.

All this over just one woman? Snow didn't understand it completely either....

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Miray gave Snow a good nuzzling and rub of the ears before turning to James. She took it all in and saw what had to be the remains of the living room. With a flick of her arm she rightned the sofa and picked up a pillow, setting it on the sofa she picked up another and moved over to James. Gently lifting his head and placing the pillow behind it.

It didn't make sense to her, at least not at first. Werewolf, and Hunter, living together, trusting the other with their lives, True it did not make sense right away, but still.

She knew then it was her that caused his worry when she looked to the clock on the wall. Three hours later then she had promised. three damn hours of delays.

She just hoped there was something she could save from all this. So she gave James a gentle shake. "James, James, wake up, what happened ? Are you alright ?" Miray said shaking James gently yet enough to waken him up

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James groaned rather cutely for a man of his age and stature, his eyes squinting and mouth frowning as he groaned. Slowly his emerald eyes opened, the grogginess thick and heavy. "M-Miray?" he asked drunkenly from his sleep, or lack thereof. He slowly and gently reached a hand up to her shoulder, which then moved up her neck to her jawline, which his thumb gently rubbed before he let his arm fall. "I....where were you?" he asked; the worry returning to his voice.

He made no effort to try and rise from the chair, though the grogginess began to lift from his eyes, the glaze clearing, and those emerald orbs becoming more piercing and clear. "I...was worried..tired....couldn't hold back.....panic attack...." he yawned, canines sharper than ever it seemed.

"W-what about you? Are you alright?" he asked softly, his eyes, still hanging half closed, looked clear enough that he could move if he needed to. As he awoke the cut on his cheek began to heal a little faster, a small shard of glass being forced out, dropping with a gentle plip onto his shoulder below.