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Brandon Doyle
 Posted: Dec 14 2015, 03:45 AM
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All you have is your fire


The move to Cromer had been quick, the Doyle brothers setting up shop as quickly as they usually did. They had been there a total of two months and so far there had been four disappearances. Typically in a city, that sort of thing goes unnoticed. No bodies were found, so as far as they knew they just left. But in smaller towns it typically drew more attention. And it wasn't always good attention. The police had begun to suspect foul play pretty quickly. And it was terribly coincidental that these disappearances began happening when they werewolf brothers moved into their two bedroom apartment. It wasn't just the one thing that put them on the list of suspects, however.

One of the things that put them on the list was their unfriendly behaviors. They hadn't really spoken to anybody upon moving in. They brushed off almost any social interactions either rudely or passively. It was the claims of seeing them wandering out late at night with guns, crossbows, regular bows, and hunting knives. Plus the younger of the brothers, Brandon Doyle, drove a large white van with no windows in the back and a lock on the back. Some claims ever said he had cages in the back. Naturally the police had briefed their detective and had sent him after them.

Doyle had been a bit reckless as of late. He wasn't as secretive as usual, just shoving weapons in the back of his van in broad daylight. Johnny had scolded him and requested that he be more discreet but he was young, he didn't really seem to care much. It was late at night, the moon was to be full in the next night. Doyle had figured it was a good idea to wander around around the lake to see if he could find anything that turned early or just passively in their free time.

He had parked his van far off from where he was, his hunting bow currently on his torso with the solid part across his chest and the stringed part across his back, carrying a bag that doubled as a quiver. He was quiet as he walked around the outside of the lake, his eyes scanning the ground looking for any shifting foot to paw prints. He had found the prints of a small wolf the other day but he had just covered them and told Johnny that he hadn't found anything. And here he was, finding more of them. He just kicked more dirt over them and kept on his way. He would scout the area really quickly, then give it another go but this time as a wolf so he had his sense of smell on his side. But for right now this was what he was doing.

Johnny hadn't come, having had to get a job so he actually needed to sleep tonight. He was hesitant to let Doyle go out on his own this close to the full moon. Johnny had more trouble with shifting and losing control, and Doyle was a born werewolf so he had better control over it. But that didn't make him any less dangerous. Doyle happened to have a personality disorder that would sometimes cause mood swings that would fill him with rage which usually led to him losing control. He still managed to be more unpredictable and dangerous than Johnny who was burning rage. And he typically had some trouble with control close to the full moon, but Doyle was convinced he had it under control so he went out anyway. Typical teenager behavior, really.

He stopped for a moment, rubbing his eyes with his free hand before pulling the bag up on to his shoulder, holding the strap. He kept quiet, while acting natural though. He felt weird since he left his home. He felt like he was being followed. He was probably being paranoid, as that was typical for him. But he wasn't ready just to brush off the feeling yet. So he listened for any sound that would suggest something other than a typical animal was around. Better to be safe than be left wide open for an attack. He was ready to draw his hunting knife if he needed to. But he was probably just being paranoid. Probably.

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Cade Heth Daemona
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 11:59 AM
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'What is he doing here! They sent another?!'
The cadeverous woman frets loudly within herself while quietly watching the stranger from afar. Her dark, wary gaze holds firmly over the suspecting man--eyes wide as saucers and sharp as daggers. She wants him to leave. To be frightened away. But rarely does this happen without a show of aggression and she knows this well. The fact that this man is armed only re-establishes the issue.

For the moment, she keeps out of sight, hiding herself in the foliage. Her clothing of leaves, cloth, and skins were crafted to keep her well hidden and with her dark, dirtied, but pale skin, she could blend into the shade of nature. It is not a flawless disguise but any normal 'monster' would not spot her easily. Much to her delight. This world is chalk full of cannalistic beasts and shameless, human-once-weres'. She needs to survive.

Little does she understand, her own discovery by those threats in the past are always the fault of her own. Even with how careful she tries to be, the ever present stench of death and decay she so believes is the cause of those monsters, is in fact... her own. The curse of her existence and one she knows nothing about. The fresh air of the wilderness falls sour as it creeps closer and closer, spreading in the subtle breeze, wafting around her perceived threat. No one could miss such a sudden, awful, and off-putting scent.

Her aching stomach gurgles and bubbles much more ferociously than before. It is beginning. She is becoming one of them! Those cannibals and their wretched disease! Their very presence rocks her humanity! A repulsive torture!
The emaciated woman grits her teeth, finally letting her bony fingers slowly wander to the rusted, blood-stained knife at her waist.

He had to go.

She steps out from the brush, holding her crusty brown weapon in plain sight and prowls right toward him.
'Leave...', Cade hisses maliciously.
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Brandon Doyle
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 12:48 PM
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All you have is your fire


It was a quick conclusion that sprung in front of him undetected; he was right. He had been right for as long as he had been in the area. His hand moved reflexively, pulling his hunting knife and holding it between him and the threat with his thumb at the end of the weapon and his pinkie laying flat against the base of it. He had dropped his bag in this, freeing up his spare hand if he were to need it. The werewolf hunter took a moment to assess the situation that he was currently facing.

The woman in front of him was certainly something. She was dressed somewhat outrageously as far as modern fashion was concerned. She looked like a native, blending in to the woods just waiting to pounce whatever it was she was after. He hoped that something didn't happen to be teenage werewolves. She had this wild look in her eyes that was unsettling. She looked incredibly unpredictable and ready to strike. But there was nothing terribly werewolf about her. She was something, but he didn't exactly know what.

He very briefly took a quick look around the area, wondering if he had come across a group of... whatever this woman was. Maybe she was just a little off her rocker. Maybe she wasn't anything at all. But as a seasoned hunter of the supernatural, he was inclined to be paranoid about what went bump in the night. And currently, it was this lady.

It took him a short moment to gather all of the information he needed before deciding on his course of action. He had to disarm her somehow, whether it be with words or by force. He wasn't comfortable in a situation in which he did not have the upper hand. He was going to have to change that himself. And she didn't look to keen on dropping her weapon and walking away.

"Are you alright?" the question fell from his mouth, carefully picked out. He wasn't the type to show concern for very many people, let alone a total stranger. But maybe if he appealed to the better side of her he can diffuse the situation. He didn't know who this woman was, or what she was if anything at all, but his wasn't about to jump into a fight blindly. He had to be cautious. To give her a chance to back out but without giving an inch.

"Are you lost or... something?"

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Cade Heth Daemona
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 02:06 PM
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A wryly snorted laugh huffs from her throat, "You think I can be deceived so easily?" She scowls and bares her teeth, pointing her blade at him from a distance. Her direction changes, the woman still facing him but now she takes wide, striding steps around you in a slow circle. The distance between them gradually shrinks. "I know why you're here!! Don't play coy!!" Her raised voice shoots into an enraged shriek. "You vile creature!! You're at fault! All of you!! And your friends!" The sudden explosion of anger in her tone causes the wild woman to jump with a start.
She looks caught off guard for a split second before composing herself again, snarling.

A split second later, that skeletal form launches herself at him in a blur and slashes in a horizontal arch right for his neck, the blade whistling for a vital artery. Her speed in unnatural, as is her strength and any average human might have found themselves beheaded instead of simply cut. Even still, in use of that knife, she is still very clearly untrained with it. Her movements are novice and unplanned, but whether she hits in her strikes or not does phase her enough to slow her down. She would keep at it again and again until he has fallen or she has been disarmed.
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Brandon Doyle
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 02:39 PM
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All you have is your fire


That was fair. He did assume she would be easily fooled by his thin attempt at showing any sort of kindness toward somebody he wasn't close to. The words were thinly veiled and still had a biting undertone. But when she continued speaking he found himself confused again. Wait, did she think he was somebody else? Doyle didn't really... have friends. Or anybody he really worked with at all. Except his brother Johnny, but if Johnny had encountered this woman before one of them would be dead. So who was she lumping him in with? Other hunters? Other werewolves? Other hunters who were werewolves (which he was pretty sure was a pretty small demographic).

He was prepared when she attacked but he wasn't exactly ready for her to be as quick and powerful as she was. He did manage to pull back just enough to only recieve a minor cut along his throat. Nothing that wouldn't heal quickly and certainly wouldn't scar. Okay, so human was ruled out. No human could have moved with that much force and speed. Especially something that look at amaciated as she appeared.

But she handled her weapon without proper knowledge of how to use it. There were flaws in her stance, and with her lunge. She wasn't as practiced as he was, seeing as he had been training with these weapons since he was school age. He knew this knife like an extension of his body. And he knew how to defend himself. He moved quickly, his eyes changing from the cool brown they were typically to a bright red. His movements were faster than they were before, fore arm moving up swiftly, planning to hit hers to knock the arm with the knife back.

"You don't want to do that" He warned. He could feel that first surge run up his spine. It was close to the full moon and his control was barely in tact at the moment. She could stab him. She could cut him. It wouldn't make a difference. He would heal. The blade she wielded didn't appear to be actual silver; which would be silly anyway. Silver made a piss poor weapon. It was soft. It dulled quickly, tarnishing rapidly. The maintencence alone was a plain. So unless somebody had it for a nice dinner set, or were an established werewolf hunter, that was typically not what they were weilding. It was expensive and temporary. So he felt it was safe to assume that this rusted, blood stained knife, could at worst give him tetinus.

He played defensively for now, dodging her when he could, trying to knock the weapon out of her hand. He was able to dodge most of her blows, due to being a practived fighter. But she was fast and he was reckless. If he shifted he would have no choice in the matter; he would be playing offense. He wouldn't be playing with knives. He would be playing with sharp teeth and claws and muscles.

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Cade Heth Daemona
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 04:14 PM
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Unexpected.

At the very most, the rage-crazed lady expected to overwhelm him quickly. Just like the others. No. He did not stumble or shout for help. He did not plead for his life or shout obscenities. No, in fact, he warned her and fought back! It is confounded her entirely.

Who is this beast!?

A look of fear and disgust twists her face in her effort to take him down. However, the moment the very subtle scent of a drop of blood slithers past her nostrils... she freezes for only a moment. Starvation sent pleasureful shivers through her thin build at that scent. In that moment, her focus is lost with her knife, the hunter doing more than simply knocking her arm away. The old weapon spirals to the earthen floor. She does not reach for it. Both her hands hurriedly cover her nose but she is already salivating.

"What are you..," she questions. The anger in her voice has imploded into a frighted quiver. The woman wastes no time backing away from him, the blood red in his eyes twisting her wailing stomach in an unnerved fit. Her own eyes took on a different hue--an almost mucky shade of chartreuse. She continues to yank herself away from the were.

'He's changing me!! He's spreading his disease!!' She panics within herself. Her chest beneath all the make-shift clothing gasping for breathes.

"Go away!" she screams, shaking her head.

'He's their leader!! They sent their leader to me!!" Muddy eyes flits about herself with the turns of her head. It is an ambush! They were waiting for to run into his trap!

"Don't touch me! Go away!"


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Brandon Doyle
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 04:36 PM
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All you have is your fire


Once she was disarmed he felt a little better about the situation. he kept his eyes fixed on her, not trusting her enough to look away. He lets her move away from him, not moving any closer to her. He kept his distance, but did step between her and the weapon she had dropped.

Something about the anger in her voice and her screaming at him did hit some specific part of him. Maybe it was because she appeared to be very paranoid about something and if anybody could relate to paranoid thoughts it was Doyle. He understood feelings of panic better than some other neurodivergent people. He exhaled, releasing his stance to stand up straight.

"I'm a werewolf" he said bluntly, his free hand scratching the side of his head. He didn't look comfortable, but he didn't look like he was ready to attack her. He was going to try and diffuse the situation. Maybe calm her down enough to explain what she was and why she attacked him out of nowhere. "The name's Doyle" he sighed.

He was risking getting cut up again but he would recover so he wasn't terribly worried. Maybe that was because there was nothing this girl could do at this point that he didn't already do to himself regularly. Pain wasn't something he was afraid of; pain was an old friend.

"Do you have a name?" he asked, going against her wishes of going away. He has... a proffessional curiosity at this point. He wanted to know what she was. But he sure as hell did follow along with not touching her. He hated being touched so the thought hadn't exactly crossed his mind.

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Cade Heth Daemona
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 05:04 PM
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Once those first words flow from his mouth, the woman finds herself able to control her breathing and control herself a little more. She stares at him for a long minute then bursts into a loud and sarcastic fit of laughter. Then just as quickly, her wry humor dies down. She holds the back of her palm to her forehead. "I must be insane.." She chuckles nervously now, "I thought he said he's a werewolf. Werewolves don't exist."

Another snicker, "Unless you're crazy!" She points at him in accusation, "Makes sense! Everyone is like you! You must be insane!" His words do not connect at all, convinced this is another joke. Another mind game. They love mind games. That red she see in his eyes is all some sick illusion to make her lose her mind. Acting innocent and normal when they are not. Or so she understands. She believes wholeheartedly she is the only one left to carry some decency. Some fleck of sanity. Again the woman hurriedly scans her surroundings before returning to the wolven-shifter. "You can't be honest with me. Why! Why would I give you my name?"

Still she waits for it. That ambush. It will happen any minute! She could not let her guard down. Any minute now.
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Brandon Doyle
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 05:38 PM
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All you have is your fire


Well this was certainly a development. Normally when he told another supernatural what he was there was no surprised or question; werewolves were one of the most common types of supernatural. He was about as common as vampires in the community. It wasn't that unheard of. So the only people who didn't believe him were usually human. But this woman clearly wasn't. Maybe she was new to this. Maybe she didn't know there were even other supernatural creatures out there. Maybe she thought she was alone. That lest a bitter taste in his mouth. This whole situation didn't sit right with him. What had happened to this woman?

"Right." he said "I can prove it" he offered. He didn't know what was going on in her head. But he was interested in finding out. He slowly lowered himself and dropped his knife on the ground, pulling his hunting bow from his torso as well and also setting that down. He straightened back up, displaying his hands up in plain site to show he was clearly not going to attack her.

"If you want me to" he said. He was willing, but also hesitant. Maybe because he really liked this outfit. He had spare clothes in the bag, but hadn't actually planned on using them. His pants would turn into ripped and stretched shorts and his shirt typically never survived the changes. He could at least just take off his coat or hoodie whenever, though. So that was one benefit.

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Cade Heth Daemona
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 10:23 PM
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The emaciated recluse takes a wide step backwards as the stranger crouches down and removes his weapons. Her eyes, no longer the verdant yellow, search him warily at a distance. Once he stands again, she crosses her arms and angles herself half away from the man in case she needs to make a run for it. Still, the waifish woman does not relent in her peering. A haughty and suspecting loft of her chin follows. She is curious about him for various reasons, but she will not admit it.
'He's lost his mind. Poor man.' Another beat and she checks about herself for movements or piercing stares.
"You've taken time to speak. Might as well,' she mumbles snarkly to herself. Then to the man. "Let's see it," emphasized with the quirk of her brows and half-lidded show of amusemen in her eyes. This man is clearly missing a few screws. It would be annoying if she had not felt sorry for him. Rarely, once every few blue moons, does she ever feel apologetic to her enemies and her threats.

She stands patiently on guard as she muses how he could possibly achieve this. She is half expecting the man to pull out a mask and loose a well practiced growl. She sucks her teeth. That would disappoint. 'Maybe he'll drop on his hands and feet to scurry about. It'd be an embarrassing twist on a bear crawl, but I'd pay to see it.' A grin pulls her lips wide.
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Brandon Doyle
 Posted: Jan 12 2016, 11:46 PM
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All you have is your fire


The werewolf exhaled through his nose. Alright, show time. He slid his coat and his hoodie off, dropping them on his bag, followed by his shoes. He rolled his shoulders, then his neck. It helped to loosen up before his skeleton and muscles rearranged themselves. He took a deep breath, saying one last silent goodbye to his red skinny jeans that he loved a lot.

It started with his spine. It always started at his spine. It was painful, but it wasn't anything he wasn't used to. It felt like his bones were separating. They cracked in pushed out a little more than usual. His ribs shifted, changing shape one snap at a time. His muscles burned, leaving behind an ache. Claws pushed out of hands and toes. He grew in size, his now large hand paws grabbing at his face as his face shifted, growing into a muzzle.

The sounds of human whimpering was replaced by a feral growl as fur pushed through his skin. The joints in his legs cracked which brought him down to all fours. the bones in his legs cracked and shifted into a more wolf-like- hind leg. His shirt didn't seem to make it through the transformation, his large werewolf hands tearing off what remained of it. But his pants just ripped and stretched, looking more like torn shorts now.

But he wasn't done yet. He gave himself a couple of seconds as a breather befor shifting from his crinos form and into a feral one, where he got smaller again but not by much. There was less whimpering and growling, and this transformation seemed a lot easier than the first one. It happened more fluidly, the skeleton and muscles seeming to compact themselves. His hand paws pulled back into simple paws.

The thin wolf, when complete, simply shook off the pants that remained. His red eyes looking back at the female who he had allowed to witness this. He looked on guard, of course. But was not showing any signs of outright aggression. He kept his ears up, listening. Ready to react when he needed to. If he needed to. If need be he could shift back to his crinos form, or even back to his human form. Though he would rather not rush the latter, seeing as he needed pants. He was a werewolf, not an animal.

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Cade Heth Daemona
 Posted: Jan 13 2016, 05:41 PM
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She waits patiently while he removes his coat, hoodie, and shoes off, anticipating an amusing display. As the man sighs and stretches she became curious, almost worried. 'He looks so serious.' Still she is unconvinced.

Then the sounds of popping bones came.

The snark grin on her face slowly fades as he forces his bones to snap, rearrange, and reform. His body grew in size, causing her to take another few steps away for the sake of security, but she could not avert her eyes to the scene and flee. No. She stands there and watches in horror as man becomes massive beast. Her jaw is fully dropped once he finishes his feral transformation.

'I..it's worse than I thought!! Far worse!!' She reaches a cold palm to a side of her head as a dizziness begins to wash over her. She staggers backward, staring like a deer in headlights again. Her body begins to subtly shake. Now she is confident she going to die.


She holds her gaze over the now giant wolf standing before her for maybe two moments longer...

'Werewolves?! Humanity was destroyed by WEREWOLVES?!?!'

..then pivots on a heel and starts running, screaming for dear life.
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Brandon Doyle
 Posted: Jan 13 2016, 06:46 PM
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All you have is your fire


The wolf chuckled in a sort of way, sitting back on his haunches, watching her run. That was moreso the reaction he was expecting. If you don't know about werewolves, seeing one transform must be a tough thing to handle. The dominantly white grey wolf kept his red eyes on her as she disappeared. He considered chasing her, if only to keep her away from him in the future. But with her amount of fear and paranoia that she displayed, he was sure he wouldn't have to worry about her attacking him again.

He was also inclined to hunt her down and kill her, mostly because she was certainly something and she was certainly dangerous, but he was going to let her go. He lifted his pink nose into the air, sniffing. He still did have a job to do, and this was the ideal time to do it. He stood back up, turning around and picking up the strap to his bag, dragging it and his hoodie and jacket to a tree, then going back around and picking up his bow and trotting it back to his bag, then doing the same with his knife. He came back to where they had been, looking down at the blade that he had knocked out of her hand. He leaned down and sniffed it, making a snorting noise at smell of blood that clung to it.

She was certainly dangerous and he should absolutely take this. But instead he decided to leave it. Instead he decided to start walking in the opposite direction she ran in, nose to the ground, sniffing. Now that he has identified his scent he was finding it in more places. She had this... unpleasant smell that clung to her. Though she looked like she had been living a rather feral life for a little bit. He wondered if he should do something to actually help her, rather than ruin her life which was what he usually would had done, but he wasn't sure. Maybe leave her some food and slip her some of his anti-anxiety medication. She could probably use it.

But he was pretty sure that if he left anything she wouldn't accept it anyway. He was a threat, and he can't imagine somebody trusting something he just left behind. She might just assume it was poisoned or drugged or whatever. He probably would too, really. The wolf looked up by the time he looped around the lake, not realizing he hadn't been paying attention for as long as he had. He hadn't smelled anything unusual so he figured it was time to head back to his van. Maybe go back home and tell his brother about the... interesting encounter he had with probably the only interesting person in the entirety of Cromer.

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