A Call Always Answered ((Werewolves/hunters/open))

[Jamie Cooper]

((Right, so I kinda thought it'd be interesting to make a thread with -hopefully- all tha werewolves. As I mentioned before, I imagine that most, if not all, of the werewolves would meet at some point during the full moons; the forest is only so big, after all.
I was initially going to have it be a werewolf-only thread, but then I got to thinking that it would also be likely that there would be hunters huntin' out the rogues in the woods... and, really, if there's hunters, I imagine there's other monsters and unknown creatures /shifty eyes/ . So, everyone's welcome.))

Sweat beaded on her forehead, and Jamie winced, flinching away from the window with shallow breaths. The change hurt, but suppressing the change on a full moon was worse. She clenched her teeth, shivering in pain as she curled up against the wall, trying futilely to slip out of her cast. The idea of breaking it didn’t exactly catch her fancy, either. Explaining it to the doctors wouldn’t be that difficult, but it still wasn’t something that she wanted to do. Changing with it on would only make the break worse. The cast was quite solid, and while she could more than easily chew it off, by then it would have likely knocked her freshly-healed, weak bones out of place again. The moon was already in the sky, as it had been most of the day. It’s fullness called to her, stirring her blood, making her skin physically crawl with Goosebumps rising, falling, and moving. A soft, animalistic snarl escaped her, and she whined. It wouldn’t be much longer that she could suppress it.

Desperate, her toes and feet clamped onto the cast, and she pulled at it. After a short while, it popped off. She would have winced if she weren’t already in tortuous pain. It was only going to get worse in the next few seconds when she’d have to shift. It was always worse with a broken appendage, and this one had only half healed so far. Another whine escaped her, and slowly, miserably, she pulled herself into the silvery light pouring in through the window. As the magical light touched her skin, she could no longer repress it. In a sudden blur, there was a sharp twist of snapping, rearranging, and growing as the small girl’s body turned into that of a large wolf. Normally the change was welcome; the pain was a soft sacrifice for the change to a wolf. This time, however, her unhealed arm twisted unnaturally –even for the change. By the time she yelped, it was a large wolf from which the noise came from.

Jamie shook herself, her injured leg curling uncomfortably under her breast. It hurt, though now the pain had dulled to a throb. It’d probably re-broken itself from the shift. She sighed, glancing over at the cast with a soft glare before looking around the living room. The clothes she had been wearing were in tatters around her now, and the wolf gave a grunt before its golden eyes fell on the couch. Giving herself another soft shake, Jamie limped over to the couch and pulled herself onto it, laying sprawled out with her large form stretched from end to end. Twisting herself the slightest bit, she rested her great head on the arm, watching the night balefully. It seemed like it would be forever until she could run again.

Jamie blinked. That was a month ago exactly. Well, twenty-eight days, give or take. Excitement raced through her as she stretched –with both arms. She’d been increasingly restless the last almost-two-months. It didn’t really surprise her that her and Dante weren’t getting along as peachy as they normally did. She’d feel guilty if she hadn’t felt so caged in. Remember: werewolves don’t like to be caged. It made her irritable and just all-round a crabby person to be around. Once she had her run tonight, she’d make it up to him. Taking in a deep breath, Jamie closed her eyes in bliss. The night’s scents played on her nose, tantalizing her. She knew that they would become even sharper and more defined when she shifted, but for now she drew the action on, tantalizing herself as she might take her time during a bad dinner to savour a delicious dessert. Freedom. Freedom lay just a shift away. This was something she wanted to do alone; Alex and Conner she could meet up with later on in the woods.

Pulling her shirt over her head, Jamie quickly –eagerly- undressed and stepped –naked and cold- into the forest. A soft shiver of pleasure ran down her spine, sending pleasant Goosebumps along her arms and the back of her neck. Glancing up, she waited eagerly for the moon to be spotted through the leaves. Finally, a sliver of silver broke through and gently touched her arm. It felt as though she’d been brushed by an angel’s feathers. A sigh, similar to that of a content lover, escaped her, and slowly, peacefully, she invited the pain of the shift. This time it wasn’t unbearable. This time she loved it. Within seconds, she stood there, her nose lifted to the sky, and eyes still closed in bliss.

When the wolf opened her eyes, a sloppy canine grin crossed her face, and her tail wagged, thumping off of a near-by sapling. The poor little tree shook under the assault, though Jamie paid it no heed. She was free. She was home. Drawing in a deep breath, a long, loud, joyful howl erupted into the forest. She could hear startled animals scurrying away, but she didn’t really care. It was a night to celebrate, and celebrate she would. Without another noise, she took off, a streak of silver and white amongst the soft moonbeams and shadows. Her muscles worked in over-time, soon burning pleasantly as she pushed herself harder, harder. Her lungs stung, and soon the wolf was forced to come to a trot near a field. Shaking herself, Jamie sniffed. Her tongue flicked against her chops eagerly at the fresh, sweet scent of spring water. It was near-by, and now that she’d smelled it, she was determined to have it.

There was nothing quite like drinking spring water from the wild. It tasted of life, of death, and of promise. Her paws skimmed the earth, lightly bouncing off of it as she trotted towards the scent, easily following her nose. Closer now, the sound of the stream trickling caught her ears, and she quickened her pace in earnest. Jamie hadn’t really been preoccupied with keeping silent. There wasn’t much in these woods that could take on a werewolf anyways. Ears pricked forward, Jamie came alongside the river and didn’t pause to bend her head and begin lapping up. Oh, the night was young, and she had so many more adventures to encounter before the sun rose.

[Annamarie Cooper]

Annamarie ran through the forest as fast as inhumanly possible.Good thing Esmeralda gave me Spirit Sight temporarily. Spirit Sight was a temporary gift a ghost could give the living which allowed them to see faint traces of spiritual residue left by ghosts.She felt the moon's rays changing her,she would just have to grit her teeth and keep going.After all,Lilia Ryder was a Grim Justice,a ghost who had a horrific death,strong powers and an even stronger and harsher sense of justice.

The now wolf girl smelled Jamie,Oh,come on now! She'd better leave me alone,I am not in the mood for the whole city to be lit ablaze because she wants to bother me. Anna ran faster and ignored her.Finally she reached the spot and turned back into her human form.She hastily traced Daphne's mark on her forehead and nothing happened so she poured salt on the spot where the woman's body had been disposed of."If you think that is enough,you are wrong",an angry female voice growled to her telepathically."If one refuses to come to the table how will they reach a mutually satisfying agreement?",Anna answered back.

A black haired woman with grey eyes in a Victorian era,blood-soaked dress rose up in front of her."This is my forest you have no business here,I do not care what your friends told you." ,she projected with an angry look."I know that you were a werewolf and that because you were asthmatic you were often looked down on.Your family though found a purpose for you,to marry the wealthy Mr.Farris,but your true love was your childhood friend the family slave Thomas.You ran away with him,across the state line only for both of you to be brutally killed.",she responded with sympathy,even empathy though sparing nothing.

"What is important now is that I get my retribution,a pickpocketing werewolf and her skinny vampire friend killed on my territory for no good reason.Invasions have been happening more and more frequently,I must seek my vengeance starting now. ,she spoke aloud at last."Starting with that one!" ,she said,making the ground rumble and blood red water flow in Jamie's general direction.Anna thought fast,"If you kill her,there will be an investigation meaning more people." There was no change in the ghost's expression."If they find your body...",she stopped seeing the woman's spirit was growing fangs and made her remember that she was a powerful,morally questionable spirit.

[Sawyer Cooper]

Despite the tingles of pain that spasmed through his limbs, Sawyer's mouth was upturned in half a smirk. His chin was raised toward the sky, eyes tightly lidded as he welcomed the moon's influence. The pain was exhilarating, and as his body began to morph he lifted his arms to the side, palms outward in some form of unspoken praise.

Brief seconds passed and a huge wolf stood in his place, lips stretched across its teeth in a, slightly intimidating, grin. Sawyer gave his shaggy pelt, dirty off-white in color, a violent shake, joy intensifying as he did so. As a howl echoed through the thick forest, the werewolf abruptly paused, jaws snapping shut and ears perking as he was instantly brought to attention.

Jamie.

A tingle of excitement coaxed his thick, feathery tail into a gentle wag and he quickly raised his own muzzle to the sky in a return howl. Suddenly, startled by the ferocious call, a hare shot from its hiding, tail bobbing as it tore through the undergrowth. Cutting his howl short with a playful yip, Sawyer leapt forward. His paws thudded softly against the forest floor as his haunches propelled him swiftly forward, jaws parted and tongue lolling from his mouth. The werewolf's large chocolate orbs gleamed with joy as he erupted into chase.

It wasn't like he was truly interested in eating the hare, for animal blood truly wasn't impressing compared to the tangy delicacy of a human's. The full moon, however, usually bestowed upon him a silly 'pup-like' behavior, when he didn't see it inappropriate at least. For example, he wouldn't be caught chasing fluffy bunnies in front of his entire pack. Lunging forward, Sawyer's tremendous jaws snapped shut a hair-length away from the rabbit's peppered haunch, hot breath ruffling the creature's downy pelt. Of course he could have effortlessly caught the hare, but he preferred the pursuit; to taste the prey's mounting fear and experience it's instinctual fight to escape. It was almost intoxicating.

As the rabbit disappeared into a small hidden den in the earth, Sawyer lightened his pace and raised his jaws to the sky, drawing in the air and testing the scents. Tucked among the typical forest surroundings, he could pick out Jamie and Annamarie's distinct scents, both terribly close. Sobering up, the wolf's paws quickly changed direction and he was soon trotting along the bank of a gurgling river. His paws soon grew heavy and dark with mud, but he welcomed the cooling, moist sensation. When the river broke off into a series of small streams, there was no hesitation in the wolf's step as Sawyer chose the path that he was sure would lead him to his siblings.

As Jamie's huge figure emerged into his vision, Sawyer retracted his lolling tongue, finding this rather ridiculous looking, and let his jaws quickly fall close. He continued his light trot, but turned his head to peer at Anna, standing in her human form next to the faint outline of an... angry deity? Slowing to a stop next to his sister's side and silently wondering of Connor's whereabouts, he shot her a gaze of perplexed question.

"What's this?" His thought probed her mind, and he heaved a small snort, head cocking slightly to the side as he did so.

[Annamarie Cooper]

It was an unfortunate fact that some types of ghosts,while not mind readers could read telepathic messages like email and even more unfortunate that this one was the kind that could.Lilia Ryder looked as if she was displeased with what she heard,Annamarie got ready to retrieve the small iron ball from her pocket,her first line of defense against angry spirits.
This is Miss Ryder.

The ghost now glowed with a red aura,"So you are all part of the same pack, all of you came her to taunt me! I can't have peace in life or death!" Ryder's grey eyes lost their pupil and color and she looked as if there was a hurricane blowing behind her.Yet despite her rage,Anna realized that behind all that anger was a sad and lonely soul that she could almost relate to.Anna looked at the fearsome being and reached her put her hand on the that of the ghost.You don't have to do this,she communicated to the ghost reaching her hand out,Here,take my hand.Lilia Ryder looked skeptical,I'm an Omega too,please. She felt something cold around her hand,Thank you.

[Jamie Cooper]

The ever so lightest of sounds caught Jamie's attention, and her ears perked up immediately. Her teeth drew back as her body tensed, prepared for any on-coming attack in less than a second. However, as Sawyer caught her attention, her body relaxed -relatively. Her ears folded back slightly. It was a strange relationship she had with Sawyer. Sure she enjoyed his company and loved him as any sibling would, but... She disapproved with his decided opinion that he should be more dominant. Especially when she felt she, herself, held a much more stable mind. Sure, she loved killing people as much as the next person, but she also enjoyed having fun, and Sawyer's lack of playfulness occasionally unnerved her. Yes. Werewolves treasured power, but they also treasured living in the moment, and loving and living unconditionally. Sometimes, she felt as though Sawyer beguiled himself of these simple pleasures. Rolling her shoulders in a shrug, she gave a flash of a wolfy grin, brushing her tail side-to-side for only a moment in greeting.

'What's this?' He asked, huffing and cocking his head to the side. Jamie looked down, amusement flashing across her face as she flicked her paw into the river, splashing droplets of water towards her brother playfully. 'Come on, older brother, I can't believe you don't know the sight of a river when you see one.' She teased, wagging her tail in almost a taunting way as she eyed him. A short, playful yip was his warning before she launched herself over the small river and tackled her brother. She fought to remain on top, and gradually wrestle him closer and closer to the river. Her body was giving way to his, and no matter how much force she exerted, her muscles just couldn't overwhelm the sheer masculine power of his. With a grunt, the two flipped over the bank and landed with a splash into the now-muddy water.

The shock was enough to still Jamie for a moment, and then her sloppy grin returned, and she jumped from the river, shaking herself and yipping in glee. 'Or feel one.'[/i] she chirped teasingly through their minds. Jumping away from the river, Jamie lowered her chest to the ground, her rear end high in the air as her tail wagged lazily, yet playfully, side-to-side. 'Come on, Sawyer, you need to lighten up a little.' Her laughter trickled through the mental link, before she trotted backwards, yipping in delight at the disapproval of her brother. Oh, how she enjoyed getting under his skin sometimes. A fair distance from him, she plopped her rump down onto the ground, ears intently perked forwards as her tongue lolled out the side. Not even her brother could bring down her spirits this evening. She was just so incredibly glad to be out-doors finally.

'So. ...' The thought was cut off as she raised a hind leg and scratched vigorously at her ear. 'You wouldn't happen to have seen Conner and Alex around, have you?'[/b] Her tone implied that she cared much more about her twin's whereabouts than Alex's. In fact, the way she'd even brought up his name was laced with disdain and haughty anger. Rightfully so, she still hadn't forgiven him for breaking her arm, and she doubted he had yet to forgive her for challenging his position. She gave a small huff, turning her head upwards slightly as she sniffed. Between the three of them, Jamie planned to rise above that good-for-nothing excuse for a baby sitter. A low growl rumbled in her chest before her eyes caught onto Annamarie.

'Hey, what's she doing here?' She questioned Sawyer, otherwise oblivious that he'd likely been referring to their younger sister before Jamie had abruptly tackled them into the water. Annoyance flashed through her, and her hackles rose. 'Pathetic excuse for a sister.'[/b] She growled loudly, chest rumbling in response to the growl that reverberated through the link. 'What sort of self-respecting werewolf turns their backs on their family?'[/b] She would have spit on the ground had she been human. 'None, that's what.' A snarl was added into the growling, and her ears flattened down onto her head in disdain. 'And look at her. What a freak, speaking with 'the spirits of the dead'. ... Yeah, well, the dead can't help us, that's why they're no longer living.' With a snort, Jamie was on her paws and trotting away, deeper into the forest.

((Sorry, it sucks... and it's long over-due, lol. Alex and Conner are on their way, I have most of their post on my laptop, saved.))[/size]

[Annamarie Cooper]

Most days Anna wouldn't have cared what Jamie said,but not this time.Not after she might be saving Jamie's life,not after putting up with a lifetime's worth of her temper tantrums,not after having to hear her insult ghosts,Not all relationships are about what you can get out of them,she thought to herself,but mostly it was about the ingratitude.Stupid fascist Hitler wannabe...,she thought to herself.

At this point her blood was boiling as she clenched her teeth,she didn't care if the other werewolf attacked her.Anna saw the ghost looking angry,but she didn't care,she had only wronged Lilla once.She faced her sister,"It's your fault I had to come here",she snarled."You and that skinny twat had to come over and kill someone on her land and guess who has to make sure the town doesn't end up leveled and you don't end up dead?! You know what?! Scr#$ you,and your temper tantrums,and your inability to keep your hands to yourself,and the fact that apparently I'm the only one who figured out that Rogues targeting humans and Nazis targeting Jews are the same d@!# thing! She took a breath,"The word's genocide,by the way.And one more thing,a two against one fight isn't exactly honorable." Not that I believe in honor or fair fights...

She noticed a red glow being emitted by the ghost as a pale fireball headed in Jamie's general direction.Well,she can probably dodge that. Those things were intended to sting and not kill... She sighed,they were still painful though,she quickly opened her bag and got out the ball of iron and held it against the increasingly large ball,while still being pushed towards Jamie.

[Sawyer Cooper]

'Come on, older brother, I can't believe you don't know the sight of a river when you see one.'

Sawyer snorted as droplets of crisp, cold water sprinkled his downy pelt. He shook his head from side to side, tongue lolling out as he panted lightly, prominent canine teeth gleaming with moonlight. His lungs heaved with the minuscule burn of his small run, and he found bliss in the feeling. Ears flickering forward, he took note of the amusement lining Jamie's furry face, gleaming in her gaze, and the initial playfulness in her posture and movements. He huffed lightly, his jaws snapping shut and a smirk tugging at the corners of his maw. She was clearly very happy, and he briefly wondered if her mirth had anything to do with that disabled vampire kid Alex had been complaining about.

But before he could really think about it, a short yip escaped her muzzle and she was crashing into him. Swallowing his initial surprise and instinct to counter with brutal force, Sawyer managed to regain his lost breath and fall into a mutual struggle. The tumble was highlighted with playfulness, so he tried his best to stifle the haughtiness that threatened to kindle in his chest as he began to overpower his sister. And then they were in the river, which he suspected was Jamie's devious goal from the start, and he was fighting to regain his breath once more, winded from the shock and impact. When his lungs claimed air, the massive werewolf quickly found his paws and leaped from the river after his sister.

'Or feel one.'

Giving his pelt a hearty shake, trying to rid some of the miserable mud that clung to it -- without much success -- Sawyer shot her a quick glance. His chocolate orbs gleamed with mock anger, underlain with amusement and peppered with the disgust of his dirty fur. She seemed rather unbothered by her mud coating, yet Sawyer shook out his pelt again. 'Come on, Sawyer, you need to lighten up a little.' Snapping his jaws in her direction, he beamed at her with frosty bitterness, although the edges of his gaze were warmed with his undeniable sibling love for her. The look was clear, an unspoken message as obvious as verbal words: bite me. She knew just how to push his buttons and Sawyer despised her for it; yet she was his sister, and he cared for her like any older brother would. She was actually a very valued person in his life, more than she probably guessed. She spoke the truth, he was always a tad too uptight, and she always offered him a little ease and playful light to his otherwise taut lifestyle.

'So... you wouldn't happen to have seen Conner and Alex around, have you?'

In response Sawyer's jaws stretched in a massive yawn. He shook his furry head as a strained noise escaped the depths of his throat. When his jaws snapped shut he shook his furry head again and blinked his brown eyes lazily. He was preparing to respond, but when he opened his jaws he became aware that Jamie's attention had shifted elsewhere. 'Hey, what's she doing here?' His teeth clicked together and his gaze shifted between the two sisters. As most older brothers would, if they were the slightest bit intelligent, Sawyer held neutral ground in sibling quarrels. Anna had left the pack and betrayed the family, that much he would hold her accountable to. But she was still his sister, and just as he loved Jamie, he loved her. Sure, he hadn't spoken to her in quite awhile and they still had the obstacle of Anna's desertion to discuss before they could once more see eye to eye, but he still saw her as his youngest sister; a vulnerable little girl to be protected and cared for.

'Pathetic excuse for a sister. What sort of self-respecting werewolf turns their backs on their family? None, that's what. And look at her. What a freak, speaking with 'the spirits of the dead'. Yeah, well, the dead can't help us, that's why they're no longer living.'

Sawyer flicked an ear in response, saying nothing. His feathery tail whisked back and forth, flinging tiny mud clods that had begun to dry into the air. Anna turning her back on the family was quite a big issue to Sawyer, but disdain for his sister extended no further; he'd never quarreled with Annamarie the way that Jamie had. Thick, velvety ears pinned to his head for a moment before swiveling back forward. On the other side, however, back when Anna had been part of the pack, he'd never defended her against Jamie and Connor's teasing. His paws were planted firmly in neutral territory and he wasn't about to go stir up an earthquake now.

"It's your fault I had to come here. You and that skinny twat had to come over and kill someone on her land and guess who has to make sure the town doesn't end up leveled and you don't end up dead? You know what? Screw you, and your temper tantrums, and your inability to keep your hands to yourself, and the fact that apparently I'm the only one who figured out that rogues targeting humans and Nazis targeting Jews are the same damn thing! The word's genocide, by the way. And one more thing; a two against one fight isn't exactly honorable."

Sawyer's ears swiveled back, pinning to his skull as his muzzle opened in a sharp bark, laced with the hint of a growl. When two nations were fighting, the neutral nation in the middle had grounds to act as a mediator, right? While he couldn't help but feel a jab of admiration for Annamarie's ability to stand up for herself -- something he hadn't seen much of in their earlier childhood -- he also felt she was approaching things in the wrong manner. You couldn't expect to make an impact on Jamie using accusatory force, that wasn't how she worked. Gaze flickering to his sister, Sawyer chose to remain quiet, as he always had. Curiosity touched his eyes, wondering how Jamie would react to Annamarie's retaliation.

(Not the greatest post; Sawyer's a stick in the mud. xD I wasn't so sure how to go about the ending, with Jamie running off and then Anna speaking to her. But if my post needs changing, just let me know. >-<)