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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 10:10:42 GMT -5
( I’m sorry, I have classes to do. )
Chase walked back to the hotel, walking past the other hunters, exhausted and covered in werewolf blood. He gave no indication of noticing them.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 10:35:00 GMT -5
Dean grabbed Chase, who responded quickly, slapping Dean’s hand away. “back off”
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 10:42:34 GMT -5
Dean grabbed Chase, “Your coming with us.”
Chase struggled, letting out an aggravated snarl, “I don’t have time for this.”
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 10:52:16 GMT -5
Dean looked confused, but turned to Chase, “What are you?”
“I’m a hunter, idiot. Like you are, obviously.” Chase snarled, rolling his eyes, “I was tracking a werewolf, I killed it.” He sighed.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 10:56:33 GMT -5
“It’s dead now.” Chase said, motioning to the blood on him. “Can I go now? The pack is after me.”
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 10:59:28 GMT -5
Chase got up, shoving Dean away.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 11:05:50 GMT -5
“Stay away from me unless you want to get killed by something. Everyone I get close to dies.” He mumbled softly, hanging his head and leaving, walking past Aurora.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 11:12:24 GMT -5
However, a group of men ran up to Chase. “You killed our alpha.” One snarled, his fangs showing. The other followed suit.
Chase shrugged sheepishly, “Whoopsie.” He pulled out his blade, looking bored. “Yo, girl, mind grabbing the men in that room. Tell ‘em the pack is here.” He ducked under a slash from one of the werewolves, plunging his sword into his gut and turning to the next one..
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 11:23:21 GMT -5
Dean got up quickly, grabbing his silver knife. And then tossing Sam and Aurora one.
Meanwhile, Chase struggled in the grip of a werewolf, that snarled and tried to bite him. He dug his blade into its chest and leapt away, panting heavily. A gash ran over his chest.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 11:29:27 GMT -5
Chase panted heavily, his vision swaying. “Two down, four to go.” He growled, forcing himself to leap forward and engage one.
Dean ran outside, swing his leg out to knock a werewolf over and stab its chest.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 11:34:42 GMT -5
Chase finished his werewolf, stumbling backwards and pressing a hand to his bloody chest.
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Post by flamerune on Oct 4, 2017 11:36:05 GMT -5
The werewolf stalked towards Chase, snarling, not noticing Aurora.
Chase narrowed his eyes.
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Pansexual
Sparkly
Unofficial Forum President, and the unofficial patrol saint of black cats with blue eyes.
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Post by Sparkly on Oct 4, 2017 14:18:13 GMT -5
The werewolf stalked towards Chase, snarling, not noticing Aurora. Chase narrowed his eyes. (Back!) Aurora got herself firmly situated behind the werewolf, before lunging forwards, attempting to sink the silver knife into it's back. |
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Post by flamerune on Oct 5, 2017 8:48:30 GMT -5
With a cry of pain, the werewolf collapsed.
Chase nodded, “Nice.”
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Post by flamerune on Oct 5, 2017 9:38:49 GMT -5
Chase looked at each of the hunters, “Sorry about earlier, I was just a teensy bit stressed, tends to happen when a werewolf pack is after you. The names Chase, Chase Roman.”
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