Late day Dispute (open/Meadhbh/MORE!)

[Nessarose Allens]

She wouldn't cry; often it was asumed that because she was a woman she would burst into tears at the first sign that something would go wrong. Although - she would never admit to this - her pride had taken a blow from her having to submit to this wolf, she would not burst into tears because she lost. It achieved nothing, it never did, and frankly, it was a little embarrassing. Her emotional control was strong, even now she did not embrace the fear that swam around her body; she did not let it control what she was doing. Nes tried to make her breathing deeper, so that it did not betray her tiredness with gasps and pants. It wasn't sleep she needed, it was exhaustion that plauged her, something that could be rectified by simply resting. It seemed he knew this, that was probably why he had pursued her through the castle, to wear her out, to chase down his prey. So she still could not comprehend why he was alive; perhaps winning was all the matter to him, showing his dominance over the human. She resisted the urge to shake her head at the thought; her pride may have been damaged, but she was not broken, not even slightly.

A single eyebrow raised when he spoke and then stood aside from the door. She did not move although her eyes flicked to the now open doorway. Mentally, she was judging how far away she could get without stumbling and then falling over, in all honesty the outcome did not seem good in her mind. Besides, there were two other wolves downstairs, if she wanted to get past them she would have to find the alternate exit, and who knew how long that could take. It seemed 'safer' to be here, with a wolf who at the moment did not seem quite ready to take her life. Slowly she drew her eyes back to his face, since he'd moved from the doorway she could now see his expression, although it still remained slightly shadowed from the darkness. It seemed oddly cautious. "You want. To talk? The slow, cautious way in which she said it made it sound like two sentences.

As she had made no move to get to the door, it would be obvious that she intended to stay here, at least for the moment. She still had her knives on her, perhaps if it came to it she could use them, he would win, of course, but there may be a chance. "About what? It was a justified question, what was he wanting to talk about? Why she was hunting weres? The weather? The state of the castle? It seemed a strange request and yet one she would be forced to comply with.

[Morrison Whelan]

"You want

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to talk?"

So careful... Was she afraid he was going to interrogate her? No, the request to talk probably just seemed odd to her in such a situation. It might be, but by God, he was an odd man. With her eyebrow lifted like that, it seemed she was thinking so as well.

"About what?"

Morrison actually wasn't sure what he wanted to talk about, he just knew he didn't want to have to leave her just yet. Maybe he could apologize... An apology might sound a little silly just about now: "I'm sorry for almost mauling you, I don't know what I was thinking." Not exactly a convincing argument. He leaned up against the wall, thinking off something to start a conversation, and wrapped his hand around the knife he had taken.

"Why'd you come to the castle?" he asked after a few seconds, his eyes settling on hers, "I find it hard to believe that it's just to protect these ruins."

Almost immediately, he wished hadn't said that. It might insult her and he surely didn't want to continue that streak anymore. He just had to let the comment hang though, there was no taking back any words, even ones that spewed from your mouth without thought. There was always a bit of truth in what you said.

Before there was even time for her to reply though, he heard something odd outside and held up a hand quickly to keep her from speaking. He moved off of the wall and took a few steps toward the door, listening. A few soft yelps and barks came from outside, obviously they were from a were. There must have been a group of them scouring for food and nearby and had caught the scent of the destroyed hobo.

Meadhb... He wondered if she would be sleeping, as she usually did after such a large meal. And then there was the other girl, would she be alright? A second later, he was at least assured that his companion would get away fine as he heard her bark softly; surprised, upset, but not in pain. She would be able to run off before the other wolves could follow.

Morrison turned from the door again to look at the women. She couldn't stay her; she would be found out and these wolves had to be hungry. And she was tired, lost, and probably more than a little frightened. He was obligated to help her get away from here and to safety, however far away that was.

"I have to get you out of here," he told her quietly, suddenly growing rather serious. He didn't wait for to protest, ask why, or say much of anything, and spun out of the doorway, expecting her to follow. For a moment, he stood in the hallway, listening for any indication that an exit was nearby. There seemed to be none; he'd just have to try a few different paths until one yielded a result. Just before he started to move again, he pulled the knife he had taken from the woman. "Here," he muttered, tossing the blade to her, "might need it."

((That move things along? ^_^ I'll post for Mavey if Ava shows up...))

[Nessarose Allens]

ooc ` i'm sorry i didn't reply sooner, i've been feeling rather museless lately.

Exhaustion crept through her body like a slow current, at first it was barely noticeable and she was able to overcome it with relative ease, yet soon it became stronger and took slow and easy control of her limbs and her thoughts. Even the voice was becomming lethargic; which was something that never happened, no matter what the situation or what had happened beforehand. Nessa fought the exhaustion with every fibre that she remained in control of; she would not allow her weakness to become so evident with this man before her. Sleep was on her mind, the couch would be comfortable; but again, she would not sleep when a threat was still in the vicinity.

So tired.

Why did she come to this castle? Years had passed and anything of value had long since been looted and if it wasn't then it was too well hidden to find. There was something more, there was always another reason for doing the things she did. Even if it wasn't exactly known to her at the beginning. "You destroy everything you touch." Her voice was quiet and matter-of-fact as if he should understand exactly what this mean't. Her tone concealed the mental equivalent of a shrug. She wasn't going to attempt to explain her motives to a man she'd never met; especially when that man happened to be a wolf.

It was only after she'd spoken that she looked up and noticed his hand; palm facing towards her. A silent order to be quiet. Nessa shrugged, her eyes automatically moved to the door. She couldn't hear anything but that did not nessasarily mean there was nothing to hear, after all were's did have much better hearing than any human. Slowly he turned to face her and she hated the concern on his face, her eyes met his with raised eyebrows. What did he want?

There was a problem. It was evident not only from the words he just spoke but also from the sudden tension in his body. Nessa mentally scoffed, what sort of misgided loyalty was this dog playing at if he would remain behind to 'get her out of here'. A small spike of adrenaline pulsed through her body, a question, asking if it was needed again. But there was nothing left; no energy, no bite, no emotion. She was numb, and she had to move again. The dog was already at the doorway and in the hall when she shrugged herself off the couch and ambled to follow him. He paused and threw the knife back at her, the grip with which it was caught was fumbled and lucky. Fuck. This was going to be one long night.

He moved out into the hallway and she paused, debating whether she cared about dying. Then she shook her head slightly. "Fuck it." Slowly she moved after the man, her footsteps were light and inaudible to human ears, although she assumed any dog with hearing could hear the breathing she tried to mask. Exhaustion was not an easy thing to fake.

[Morrison Whelan]

((It's okay, mine's been the same way. xP))

"Fuck it."

Morrison had an urge to turn around and smack her to shut her up, but he knew it wouldn't make any difference. The wolves outside would easily be able to smell her and she couldn't control her heavy breathing, a dead give way that she was tired. What a mess this was. He didn't want to help the human, but something in him forced him to. Most of his encounters with humans were either indifferent or they ended up as meals and on the unusual occasion, like now, where he had lost interest in his meal, he left them to the mercy of their surroundings.

Perhaps it was his conscience, making him pay retribution for all times he had not lifted a finger to help a human's situation. This made little sense, he was always regarded with disdain as a wolf by other races and sometimes even his own, so it was only natural that he should be bitter toward near everyone else. He wasn't going to question what he was doing right now; better to get it over with and think about it later.

After turning through many different hallways and stopping at each intersection to listen for the better passageway, he found himself standing before a wide, shallow staircase. It must've been rather grand in its heyday; he could see specks of gold and stained white here and there. But now it just looked shabby, forlorn. With a dismissive shrug at the thought of its decline in beauty, he silently made his way to the lower floor, listening closely for the sounds of anyone nearby. There was no one else in the castle besides them, yet he could still hear the barking, yelping, and growling outside, and it was more audible now.

His body grew stiff as he reached the bottom of the stairs. He hadn't been able to tell before, but he could now make out the distant sounds of at least four different wolves. He didn't relish the thought of having to fight off an entire group like that and keep this woman out of harms way, so he would have to very careful not to attract their attention and hope that the mangled corpse outside would satisfy them.

Thinking, he looked up and down the hallway before them, wondering which way to go. He couldn't remember which way in the castle they were facing now; front or back, left or right. If he had known, it would be easier to get out safely and run to his car, but he hadn't kept track, so he had to choose the right path, otherwise there could be trouble. Perhaps though... He turned his head to look over his shoulder at the human. "You know the nearest exit?" he kept his voice low and quiet, lips barely moving. He didn't have a lot of confidence that she would know where to go, but he had a feeling that she had been her many times over.

[Nessarose Allens]

Was he scared? She couldn't really tell from where she was standing if it was fear that caused the tension in his back and shoulders however she would have to assume that - given the fact he was running away, there was some element of fear that attributed to that. Nes was too tired to be afraid, she was beyond the point of caring and, while she would run with him, she had no idea how long this uneasy truce would last and she had no desire to be around when it finally ended. She had all her weapons back now; even the knife that he took from her was again in her possesion however, she knew (and he knew) that in her current state she would be unable to do much damage. Perhaps that was why he turned his back on her.

Nes glanced around with disinterest at the staircase that they now walked on. It had been grand in its day and had possible been one of the main entertaining halls, perhaps it led into something like a ballroom. Either way, a staircase like this would be near an exit of some sort, they would not waste time on something that nobody would see. Even years ago, the royalty wanted people to be humbled by their power and majesty. It never changed truely, only the one who was majestic changed. These days it was the wolves, but they were not so much humbling as they were terrifying. They did not demand the same sort of respect and so they were not granted it.

She still couldn't hear anything and yet she had to assume that there was still some danger around, for why else would he be so agitated? Unless, this was all some elaborate game that he was playing. She couldn't imagine why he would want to do such a thing, it was not as if she posed a threat to him any longer. Terrified (though she would not show it), tired and exhausted. Yeah, Nes was the biggest threat right now. But, if this was a game, she was going to be fucking angry.

The voice had silenced in her exhaustion, it was a relief from small mercies. Although, she knew it would come back with a vengence once she had rested and she knew it would continue to hover around so much worse than it was doing now.

You know the nearest exit?

There was a sense if urgency in his voice that she would have laughed at, given different circumstances. In his voice however, there was also something that told her he didn't expect her to know the answer to his question. Silently she scowled and yet she let her eyes roam the building around her. Trying to pinpoint anything that would get her barings. Slowly she walked forward, toward a shadowed corner that concealed a rusted suit of armor. Slowly she let her hand play down the side of it, collecting and disturbing dust. Then she smiled and turned back to face him

"The exit is that way," she pointed to the right and gave him five seconds to begin leading before she followed him again. He was in a hurry, and she was not to eager to get in his way. Nes was stumbling, although her misplaced feet fell silent. She closed her eyes momentarily, she would acknowledge this tiredness when all this was well and truly over.

[Morrison Whelan]

The almost exasperated expression on her face and the tone in her voice told him that she wasn't taking the situation as seriously as she should be. Morrison really couldn't blame. The woman must be tired (that couldn't be overstated) and just sick of fighting for her survival and she also couldn't hear the barking and growling of the weres as well as he could. Still, anger ticked in the back of his mind at her ungratefulness. He could easily leave her here to the mercy of the wolves outside but he was just too good a person, wasn't he? Besides, it was something do. He would otherwise be going out for a drink or sitting, bored, at home.

After approaching a long forgotten suit of armor, the woman turned to smile at him. "The exit is that way," She quickly moved aside for him, as if almost afraid he would shove her out of the way if she hadn't (in his slight frustration he probably would have). He didn't doubt that she knew what she saying, she seemed confident enough in her direction, and so he moved purposefully past her and down the hall, hoping that the exit that lay at the end led to the back of castle or the far side away from where they had started.

It wasn't too long before Morrison reached a thick wooden door that was covered in dust. Obviously not a well used entrance, so he had hopes that it led to the farther end of the castle, tucked away by the trees. He brushed a layer of grime from the door's surface then pressed an ear to it, listening for the faintest noises. The yipping and such had stopped and now he could only hear the faint woosh of the chilling wind through tree branches. Perhaps the weres had gotten bored of the hobo, finding the dead man no fun, and had left to find live prey. It seemed likely, since it was not too near sunrise and they should be able to find someone better to hunt down.

He glanced behind him at the human, "Don't move," It was little more than a whisper, so that it wouldn't alert any wolf that might be hanging around and waiting. Then, slowly, he nudged the door open on its rusty hinges, creating a high pitched squeak. He stuck his head out into the night and glanced around. Nothing, as far as he could tell. Feeling a little sure that they were alone, he pushed the door most of the way open and stepped out. The wind changed directions suddenly and he caught a strong, familiar scent.

Surprised, he spun to his left where the smell was coming from and barely had time to open his mouth before something large and growling bounded out of the darkness and plowed into his stomach. Morrison stumbled backwards, flailing his arms wildly to keep his balance, then fell down into a crouch, half winded. "Iivan!" he yelled as best he could with his lungs only partially full, "What the fuck?!" The wolf had also moved into a crouch, still growling, but he slowly moved to a less threatening stance, finally recognizing his friend.

Morrison glared at him, taking shallow breaths and waiting for his chest decompress. Iivan blinked a few times then snorted and took a few steps back, as if slightly abashed for not realizing what he was doing. It seemed as if he were intending to leave but his head suddenly whipped around to look at the doorway through which the woman was still standing. A snarl rose in the were's throat again and he moved toward the entrance. "Don't even think about," Morrison muttered, at last rising to his feet, massaging his ribs. The other wolf made no more moves toward the woman and he turned his eyes to his friend, knowing he always had a good reason for even the most insane things he did.

[annette]

Annette was bored out of her mind, and her sould seemed restless enough to force her mind into exploration. Not new to adventures, she was willing to see what was behind these castle walls. Upon entering the castle, her heart fluttered, and was filled with excitement, fear, and anticiaption. Not the vacation that she really planned on having, but this castle hearing by word of mouth was a must see. Hearing of it being haunted drove her to the thrill to seek out the truth herself.


Many people feared the unknown, especially the paranormal. Hoever; Annette had lived with two ghosts in her lifetime, when she was child at age 12. The sppoks were friendly, but often would harrass her, by turning on and off lights, flushing the toilet, and throwing books across her bedroom to get her to read to them. Interesting ghosts, but they never ment any harm, and ghosts were just excess energy from one who has died. It was a poltergeist one should look out for, they were the bad ones, ghosts where just friendly lost beings, most times.

She waited outside debatting to do this alone, she was nervous, and who the hell wouldn't be? It was just a castle right? Stone walls broken down formation, what harm could happen to the female? She stepped forward inside the castle, it was dark, eerie, and a musky stench waffed through her nostrils. Annette proceeded forth like a trooper, putting ona bold fascade as her limb carried her further down the hall. No ghosts yet, and Annette was dying to see one. She wasn't allowing herself to become disapointed at an early age of exploration, but perhaps she was looking for them too hard? Annette pressed onward without hesitation. She could feel all of her insides trembling with sheer excitement, as she walked down the stairs, but stopped midpoint as voices could be heard. Where they the spooks that Annette was looking for? She tip toed silently down the stairs and almost met Morrison face to face.

Annette's heart raced in the pit of her chest, as she froze with sudden terror. So she wasn't alone here after all then huh? She swallowed a huge lump on her bone dry throat, as she cast a glance over to Nes, then looking right back at Morrison as she backed up a step or two.

Sorry..

Annette grit her teeth in apology as she dropped her gaze with an awkward stance and offered a shy smile.

I'm looking for a ghost tour, I heard there are ghosts here...

She must have sounded stupid, but she was new in these parts, and was hoping these people wouldn't laugh at her, but hell Annette was crazy!

I'm not from here.. Sorry, my name is Annette

She introduced herself with polite intentions. She feared the worst but what more could she lose? Her crappy life?

[Nessarose Allens]

Again she paused before following him through the castle; normally vague explorations and adventures in potentially fatal scenes took her interest right away. She assumed that she could be forgiven for wanting to sit this one out, her metabolism did not work in quite the same way that his did. She, after all, was a human and only had to work on human amounts of energy. Nessa was again taken with the urge to hit him, it was nothing personal, but did he honestly have to rush everywhere? If there was danger around then he could certainly let her in on the game, she was sick of being paraded around like some half-ass sidekick. They would have words when they next stopped.

Don't move. Her teeth clenched in utter frustration and her lips parted to snarl a sarcastic remark at him; although it seemed he took the words right from her lips. The squal that the door created when opened made a sharp bark of laughter escape her lips. Anything dangerous enough to make a male were run now knew exactly where they were. "Don't stand on ceremony, do you?" The words were hissed through her lips in a sarcastic undertone, still in a whisper yet sutting at the same time. For a supernatural, he certainly acted stupidly human - the worst qualities - at most times.

It happened in a moment; he was standing and then a shaped crashed into him. A surprised cry escaped her lips, yet it did not match the snarl that left his. Ivian? A name? He knew the creature that was attacking him? Nes resisted the urge to laugh in his face, she should have realised that loyalty between wolves would mean nothing on a hunting trip. Again the grin played upon her lips, and again she 'disobeyed' him by ambling forward to check out the action, only to come directly into this new wolf's line of sight. The noise that came from his lips amused her, a knife was glinting quickly in her palm - as if to emphasize her wolf's, (since when had he become her wolf?) words. "Yeah dog, don't think about it," her voice was tense and yet still managed to carry a threat within it. Nes was mutely proud of herself for being able to carry her composure thus far, she wanted to get out of this place. She needed heavy alcohol, and she needed her fix. Would the dog hurry up with his little rescue attempt?

Suddenly, words made her spin around and she let lose a small string of curses. A human, another fucking human. Obviously, this one had no idea what could happen to her at night, or she didn't care. It wasn't Nessa's job to protect her, the girl was fucking stupid. "The fuck are you doing here?" There was no humor in her voice, just exhaustion and pent up rage. "The only ghost around here sweetheart, will be you, unless you turn the fuck around right now. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into." The menace in her voice was fuelled by something Annette would not understand. Perhaps her wolf would, she swung a glance toward him - accompanied by a shrug - it was his call here. They both knew that she was not strong enough to defend him off another human.

[Morrison Whelan]

Morrison had grown wearing of the human's snide comments and didn't even hear them anymore. And he nor Iivan could have been less threatened when she pulled her knife out. Ignoring the woman, he spoke directly to his friend again, though the wolf's eyes were locked somewhere around the human's chest. "Any other wolves around?" he sighed, bringing an arm out to nudge the woman aside. Iivan's eyes finally turned back to the other wolf and shook his shaggy head. "And Meadhbh's alright?" The wolf nodded again and gestured his nose in the direction of where Morrison had parked his car. She would be waiting there for him, it wasn't as though she could easily walk home from all the way out here.

With another heavy sigh, Morrison turned his head to look at the woman again. The look that graced her face was one of pure disgust, even under the cynical smile that tried in vain to conceal it. He could just wonder if she was imagining what that knife would look like plunged into the middle of his face. He would wish the same upon her at the moment, but it wasn't the time or place for even more violence.

"Go on darling," he said softly, leaning in with a smirk, "hit me." Yet, just as the words had left his mouth, his nostrils were filled with the smell of another human. His head whipped up and he ushered the woman aside again to stand in the doorway. Another woman appeared within seconds and moved at such a hurried pace that she almost collided with Morrison. She began babbling about ghosts, obviously flustered, and 'his' human offered a retort which barely registered with him.

"You humans..." he growled, staring intently at the stranger, "idiots." Iivan was breathing heavily behind him and was probably crouched low to the ground, ready to pounce on the new meat. He couldn't reach the woman with Morrison in the way, for the man had no intention of killing this new comer, but if she wanted to save her hide, she would leave right then. Morrison might be willing to assist her, just in the event that another might reappear, but he certainly wasn't going to support her search for 'spirits'.

"Idiot," he said again, before spinning around to look at Iivan. "Would you stop?!" he screamed at the still readied wolf, completely loosing his temper for a moment. He was becoming so stressed out that his temples were aching and he felt half drunk with rage. The night had started out wonderful and at first the idea of fighting a capable human was appealing. Yet now, he had given in to pity and had to ferry 'his' human and a stranger out of harm's way.

[annette]

Annette's eyes gave an appalled expression about her features when she looked to the vain woman who replied to her in a childish manner.

The fuck are you doing here?"

Her eyes narrowed in expression of disgust more or so.

The only ghost around here sweetheart, will be you, unless you turn the fuck around right now. You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.

Was this cunt actually making a threat toward her? Annette wanted to bust out laughing, and beat the fuck right out of her, but Annette wasn't bound to sink to this bitch's childish level. Annette stood in a stiff manner, her eyes looking toward the woman's company.

You humans...Idiots..''

Taking in a deep breath Annette wasn't sure what the hell these people's problems were toward her. Was she still deemed cursed in London? For fuck sake she couldn't escape her turmoils could she? Her whole life rotten, she could care less if she was the one killed here tonight or not, but perhaps she was in no mood to die this evening.

Annette wasn't going to listen to these morons, and she wasn't going to allow them to tell her what to do either. Her eyes looked back over to Nessa.

Listen here lady,I had done nothing wrong to you, in fact, I just got here! I am allowed anywhere I like to be. And if you excuse me, I have some exploration to do...

She walked closer toward Nessa to pass her to avoid further confrontation. Upon passing her she looked back to the small group.

With your attitude, I'm surprised you're atill alive. And making threats to strangers isn't a wise feat y'know..

She paused, looking them all up and down as she stood several feet away from them keeping as calm as a peach.

Grow the fuck up will ya! Sheesh!

She sneered. Her eyes gave a stoic look toward them. Her voice was calm but stern as if she was speaking to a child in which she probably was. The girl looked younger than she was, and obviously was very very immature for her age.

All she wanted to do was pass in peace, she wasn't here looking for friends, as she had been dying to get to this place since she arrived London. Annette raised her brows before speaking once again.

Now... If you don't mind please....

She tried to remain polite as she spoke toward the group. She eyed them for a mere moment then turned away to walk away, to go deeper into the castle. She was going to roam toward the ''master bedroom'' of the old castle where it was rumored to have the most paranormal activity. She was still in ear shot of their calls, but she was going to ignore them, unless they planned on playing nice... If they attacked her from behind, it would prove they were cowards, Annette stood her ground well, and she knew it, no one told her where to go but herself. If she wanted to see the castle, she was GOING TO SEE the castle, no if's and's or but's about it at all. Annette began to walk down the dark halls of the castle.

[Nessarose Allens]

Go on darling, hit me.

Something about those words, and the smirk that he leant toward her with, chilled her to the core. Nes couldn't help it, she had to lean away and - for once - the cool smirk upon her face faltered and was momentarily lost. Nes couldn't decide what she hated more about him: the fact he pitied her enough to save her life, or the fact that everything he said or did pisssed her off. It was not the right anger though, it was not hatred, this was different. Which was what she hated.

Nes even flinched when he spun around and screamed at his wolf companion. - she had nicely ignored the fact he'd been staring at her chest -. It seemed that something was getting to him. Nes was about to reach out a hand to him, before she hesitated and drew it back. He had tried to kill her, afterall.

He also saved you.

Who's side are you on anyway?

Damn. That had been a nice moment of peace, now the voice was back she knew it would not come again soon. However, as she turned to hopefully find this new human had taken her advice and pissed off, Annette attacked her with words that made her raise her eyebrows and was struck silent. Was this girl serious? She was screaming her head off at someone who had just tried to save her life? Nes couldn't speak for a moment, although she could feel her anger boiling slowly to the surface, her body was tense and her knife hand was shaking. Contain the anger, although that was easier said than done.

With your attitude, I'm surprised you're atill alive. And making threats to strangers isn't a wise feat y'know..

At this point, Nessa couldn't help it. Laughter exploded from her throat and she threw a comincal glance toward the wolf. If anything, her attitude and threats had saved her life tonight. The laughter was partly from exhaustion and hysterics, to the extent that it went on from a period that was considered amusing to when it was plain crazy. Aye, she needed to get out of this place, that was for sure. "Annette, was it? ... you do what you want ... get killed, whatever. Fucking hell. This is a joke." Her sentence was broken, between the laughter and as the girl walked past she gestured with her hand. That one was going to die, the wolves were still llurking. But it wasn't her problem.

Nes shook her head and glanced towards her wolf. "I'm out, you guys have fun. But i'm sick of this, .... thanks .... i guess?" As she spoke, she walked towards the open door, shimmying past Ivian into the night air. She didn't cast a glance towards where the girl had gone, that was not her problem. As she felt the breeze on her face she glanced around almost hesitantly before setting off in a random direction. Fuck death. She hadn't got very far, just out of the line of sight from the castle when the bottled exhaustian took her. Nes gave a breathy chuckle again, though this was more out of disbelief. She sat down in the grass, head against the cool brick. Tired.

Hah. Now look what's happened.

For once, she ignored this. Her shaking hand dug in her pocket, pulling out her cigarettes, although they were not the tobacco kind. She held one expertly between her lips and fished for the lighter. Her hands were shaking, and the fucking thing would not light.

[Morrison Whelan]

It almost seemed that this stranger might be suffering from some sort of mental disorder. She didn't even seem to notice the wolf just outside of the door, who was ready to pounce on her at any moment, and she was chasing ghosts. Chasing ghosts. She was fucking ridiculous and Morrison was glad when she left, turning back into the castle after a sort shouting match with 'his' human.

With your attitude, I'm surprised you're atill alive. And making threats to strangers isn't a wise feat y'know..

The nerve... In fact, with her attitude, her complete disregard of her surroundings and the possibility that anyone could be a monster out to get her, was what surprised him that she was still alive. Now, the wolf would be glad to just leave her to the mercy of any other wolves that happened to still be lurking around. It may be a good lesson for her, that was if she survived an attack.

Iivan was creeping toward the doorway now, as the woman was walking away, but Morrison paid him no mind, he was busy watching the other human, announcing her leaving.

"I'm out, you guys have fun. But I'm sick of this, .... thanks .... i guess?"

Morrison kept his eyes on her as she moved away from them, making sure that nothing would jump out at her from the darkness. As soon as she crested a hill, he could that she had stopped; her scent no longer grew any fainter. Exhaustion must finally have over taken her and she couldn't continue. With a calming sigh, he glanced down at the still creeping wolf.

"Go on after her," he shrugged, "just try not to kill her."

The were barked and then plunged into the castle after the woman, keeping himself hidden in the shadows. Now, Morrison was left alone. It seemed the best way to turn was after 'his' human, she was heading in the direction of his car anyway. Upon reaching her, he found that she was trying to light some sort of cigarette. It wasn't tobacco, he knew that much. It smelled faintly of many of Iivan's clients that he had dealt with. Morrison knew next to nothing about drugs, even as Iivan's pack mule, and couldn't place what she had.

He sat down heavily beside her on the glass and casually plucked the smoke from her hand before tossing it aside. "You don't need that," he said quietly. It wasn't likely that she would protest; that would take more energy than she had left in her and he had taken away the unneeded frustration of trying to light the damn thing.

((Annety, you may control Iivan however you wish, provided he remains a blood thirsty, 200 year old wolfy. ^_^ And I would suggest running...))

[annette]

(ooc: This could get messy, Annette trained by the best Ninjitzu martial artist alive, and if bitten, she would be a real killer!!! ^^ Annette runs from nothing lol sry bout the wait been busy all week... gahhh :-P )



Watching the other girl leave, she looked to the were wolf brimming her eyes upon him before turning away.

Upon leaving her foot steps carried her catlike down the corridors of the hallways, the darkness swallowing her whole. Trained to use her ears while blind folded for days on end Annette's ears were highly sensative, but not as sensative as a dog's of course, that would be pretty silly. Her footsteps soundless carried her down the long narrow halls, as she tread lightly upon tip-toe. Stopping as she hears the sound of claws tacking upon the ground, she turns swiflty, bending her knees slightly, drawing out her fists keeping one hand cose to her body, and the other out and ready for a counter strike. Despite the darkness, se narrowed her eyes as she silenced her breathing her ears picking up the wolven's claws coming closer in her direction. Having the fight 5 human guards at once one time, slaughtering them all, Annette was up against something she never knew existed in the real world until now.

Her arms swiftly and silently reached to pull up her jogging pants pant legs, she pulled out two daggers hidden beneathe her pants. She always carried these weapons upon herself, these daggers were not the longest blades in the yard, but they proved deadly in battle if used properly.

Upon puling out the daggers from each leg, she held one dagger in each hand, tightly gripping them, as she backed away into the darkness.

Come on...!!

She yelled as she could feel her adreniline suddenly peak, She started swinging the dagger in tatic mode the blades missing each other as her wrists worked together in the art of her trained posession. he grinned a daring grin knowing that something was watching her as the tacking of claws stopped. Only the sound of swining objects could be heard in the air.

A sudden snarl emitted through the hallway before her, the thing was closer to her than Anette thought it was!

What the fuck!

She whispered lightly as if speaking to someone else. Annette felt the wave of of a breeze pass her by following suit a snap of jaws. Swinging her daggers after tie wolven, se missed him, as he missed her, but he missed her on purpose, toying with her. This was the ultimate test, Annett was going to make this out alive even if she bled. Of course she was only human, and she always bled in battle, but she was trained to show no mercy at all.

Another snarl issued throughout the air, following many snap of jaws as she turned to face the demon before her, still swinging the daggers, she jump kicked blindly through the air, feeling her foot connect hard and swiftly upon something. It was the wolf, she wasn't sure where she hit it, but it whimpered along with a oud snarl of defiance as Annette connected her foot to him. Landing back upon the ground, she wasn't backing down from whatever it was attacking her, but se was backing up again from the darkness large swift silent steps, inaudible to the human ear, but Anette had a slight advantage, she could hear it coming before it attacked, but would she survive without being bitten?

She swung the dagers in a large continious ''X'' like formation, only the sound of her blades could be heard. Taking in a deep breath Annette's heart was jumping fast within her chest, she was scared indeed but she wasn't going to allow her fear to take over her. As she got far enough she could hear the wolf lunging toward her again, but this time Annette jumped up against the wall, her left foot hitting the left side of the narrow wall, and pushing her body up and toward the right side of the wall, the wolf just missing her again, as she did this. Feeling cobwebs against her face she spat at them, as she swiftly found herself turning her body around again just missing Iivan's behind as she came down from her right foot connecting to the right side of the wall.
Looking to the direction she culd hear the claws skidding to a halt. She swung her weapons in her ''X'' frmation once again.

Silly demon wants to play...

She breathd in almost seductive like tone, as she backed away once again.

You have no idea who I am do you? Though I' sure you don't care, but if I were you, I would run before getting slaughtered...

She spoke once again in soft hiss like tone. Annette was no fucking goody, goody, but she was also no baddy baddy either. She knew how to defend herself but did he? Thus far being in the darkness proved to that of a challange , but then there was a faint light Annette soon found herself backing towards. Thank fuck!

Running backwards still swinging her daggers to protect her petite body, she found enough light for her to see what was coming at her. The sound of claws happily followed her the clicking it made drove Annette nuts, her eyes brimmed darkly, as she swung her daggers widly, in wait.

Let's see what this motherfucker's got...


She egged on the beast and another snarl emitted as the wolf came into full view and light. Iivan lept at her open jaws and all, his outstretched paws, and snapping hooks made it clear he was not happy to see her at all. Annette swung her daggers harder, as she backed away in cat like steps and a focused look about her features. A loud clang of the wolven's jaws connected to her daggrs with immense strength Annette never felt before.

Annette was pulled down by the sheer strength of this being, unable to use her daggers, but enough to block his snaping teeth from her face and neck. Rapidly thinking, Annette Brought up her right fot, ad stomped on the hind foot of Iivan which forced him to back off a tad, but it was enough for Annette to swing in a perfect round house kick to the face of the wolf, sending Iivan's skull hitting hard up against the wall. Swinging her weapons agains she wasn't bund to give the wolf another chance to crack at her. This was self defense, and Annette was going to show this thing who was boss, and she was not the lady to be fucked wth, or taken as a joke.

Annette forced her left foot upon the wall, and threw herself to the right of the wall, now attacking the wolf. She was mid air at this point, seeing the wolf retaliated as he lurched up to meet her blades face on. Annette slammed herself downward toward the wolf, her daggers pointed downward, but the wolf was swift enough to be missed. Iivan pulled himself back but it was a mistake. As Annette landed she was crouched her dagger now pointed upward and out. Iivan lunged at her and found himself imapled by her daggers. it wasn't enough to kill him, but it was deep enough to stun him and sow him down a bit.

Annette pulled out the daggers, rolled away safely, keeping her eyes locked upon her opponant. The wolf shook off the pain, and came running at her again, his teeth finding themselves buried into her brand new sweat shirt, his teeth just missing her flesh, as he gripped at Annette's side with his talons ripping at her sweat shirt, attempting to drag her across the ground. Annette never had enough time to get up from her crouched position, but she had enough room to manuver in a good swift kick to Iivan's under rib and guts. A failed attempted as she felt his claws diging now into her flesh, she felt the seering pain of her skin ripping open into new wounds. Great fucking great!

Boiling mad at this point, as Annette was beginning to feel her flesh beng torn away, she was nolonger playing with this doggy. Her dagger's found themselves lashing at the wolf's side. Annete first crossed her arms, and swung them open, spilling Iivan's blood befre her. The wolf let out a painful cry, and pulled away from Anette in retreat. Annette got up painfully, and dropped her dagger's beside her, and decided to finish him off with her bare hands, and her skills. She lunged toward Iivan as he shook off his pain, and before he was able to lunge at her. Her right foot found itself connecting to the side of the neck of the demon, spinning him dizzy. She was going to kill this wolf unless it were going to run and retreat.

Once her foot found itself connected to the wolf, she gripped at his nape, and with her left hand pulling at his nape roughly attempting to snap his neck. She failed as the wolf's neck was pretty tougher than what she thought it might be. The wolf snapped his teeth as Annete let go, and offered another kick to his neck, sending his head flying into the wall. Backing up Annette was breathing hard panting wildly.

Had enough or are you ready to die?

She took several swift steps backward as she looked the wolf in the eye. Snarling the wolf, forced himself after Annette again.

Guess not...

Annette spoke with a smile She could feel blood falling from the back of her neck, reaching behind with her hand, she brought her hand to her eyes. he was bleeding from the nape of her neck! Iivan must have scraped her with his teeth. It was too late, perhaps Annette was going to be a werewolf now too, or die later on from her wounds.

Seeing the wolf lurch toward her, for one last time, Annette gave out a warrior cry, as she was livvied about being bitten. Her eyes swiftly looked to the ground for her daggers seeing they were only a few feet from her, but she had to finish him now. As the wolf lurched toward her at full speed, Annette lept into the air, and sent a nasty spill to the wolf's nasal area. She took a flying leap at him as he came at her, her foot out stretched and finding it's way to the nose of Iivan.

Hearing the sound of crushing bone, as her fot connected to his face, she sent the 200 year old wolven to the ground for one last time. Annette broke the nasal cavity, and sent parts of it to his brain. Annette stood over the dying wolf, ad if it survived Annette would hope this wolf was careful next time about choosing it's victims.

Next time wolf, make sure the woman is unarmed, and feeble...

She kicked at throat with a swift move of muscle telling her foot to connect to the throat of the demon. Iivan lay there mortally wounded and whimpering. Annette just left him there to die, as she backed away still facing the wolf , as she picked up her daggers from the ground. She backed away still facing the wolf as she wipped her daggers from Iivan blood, and placed the daggers back into their 'holsters wrap that were tightly wraped around each leg.

Bleeding and limping, Annette carried on, until it was safe enough for her to face the other direction. A sense of guilt rose within her, but it was self defense after all. Nobody won in the game, as she looked for another exit out of the castle. She was going to need medical attention, and perhaps a few goos stitches would do too. Her feet nolonger carrying her sweety across the ground, she wasn't too injured to fall over and just die, but was bleeding enough to feel the stings and earn a few new scars.


[ooc: Iivan is your charrie, I didnt kill him, just left him badly wounded ]

[Nessarose Allens]

Nes hadn't realised that he had followed her, although she should really have guessed it, after all he was a werewolf and she was a weakened human. Why wouldn't he follow her? His actions still confused the hell out of her, why would he keep her alive? More importantly, why would he help her when it was obvious her reflexes had zeroed themselves out. It seemed that even adrenaline had forsaken her, Nes had run herself out of all the resources she had, she needed to refresh. But the fucking spliff wouldn't light, how the hell was she supposed to get the feeling back? Her hands were shaking, the fucking lighter!

It was a detriment to her scences when a hand came from beside her and took the spliff, tossing it aside in a careless manner. She watched its descent until it fell into the darkness. Normally she would search for it, yet she couldn't find the energy to move. "You owe me money." Her comment held the equivalent of a shrug, she was not going to waste her time trying to convince a perfect stranger about her reliance on drugs. Anyone who knew her would realise that without them she could not function, Nes was afraid of only one thing in this world, and that was withdrawal. How could she convince someone she'd never met that yes, she really did need that.

Uneasy silence fell between them and she rested her head against the cold stone of the castle. Although she did not feel entirely comfortable with this wolf; she did not feel as if he wished to kill her, not yet anyway. There was a strange - and completely irrational - feeling of safety, which was why she did not look at him. Letting her guard down - even in such a minute way - was never a good thing, yet at the moment she was too exhausted to care. If he intended to kill her still, then he would do so. She'd long since given up the hope that she could defend herself against him. "Names Nessa, or whatever variation you choose," maybe, since they'd spent however many hours in the castle together, it was time for introductions. She didn't give him her real name, that would be worse than idiotic. He was a werewolf, she was in an organisation that specialized in killing them. Full names were not required.

"So, is this just a game? Or are you just going to steal all my drugs?" The humor in her voice was halfhearted and she spoke with a small smirk upon her lips. Briefly her eyes flicked to him before returning to the sky in front of her. It was silent, although it would not be for long. Even Nes could hear faint sounds coming from within the castle, it sounded much like a fight and she wondered what was happening. No doubt her wolf could hear what was going on far better than she did but she did not want to admit to that curiosity. Yet still, the sounds grew louder and yet more faint at the same time, she couldn't place it. A wolf cry was heard and her head snapped towards her were, frowning before she realised it wasn't actually him. But whatever it was, it was in pain. She wondered what had happened to the human, and Ivian ...

"Feel free to go check that out. I swear i wont run away this time." Even in dire situations the sarcasm was fresh in her voice, it was not as if she had the energy to run if she wanted to. But were's had a misguided sense of loyalty, maybe he would leave his friend in there. Maybe, if he left she could find her drugs and try to light the fucking thing again. Maybe.

[Morrison Whelan]

It came as no surprise that the woman was displeased with his tossing away of her drugs, nor that she was too tired to protest. "You owe me money," It was only half-way a joke. Morrison dug in his pocket then dropped a 100 pound note into her lap. It wasn't a big loss really, he could make it up after an hour's work, and it would help her. In the back of his mind, he was also praising her for finally letting down her guard. It was harmful to try and protect yourself 24/7, it really did some shitty things to your mind, he would know from first hand experience.

The night at last had its say and everything was silent. The human wouldn't turn her eyes to him, even as he stared at the side of her forehead and the cheek that faced him. The were waited for her for a long while for her to lift her eyes to him, but she never did, even as she said: "Names Nessa, or whatever variation you choose," "Morrison," he replied shortly, nodding, then added, "Whelan." He didn't feel that there was any harm in revealing who he really was, he was well known by enough around London anyway. For herself, he couldn't completely understand why she didn't reveal her full name. Name's meant very little as far as he was concerned and he highly doubted that she was involved with something that he didn't already know about.

Almost immediately after his own introduction, she spoke once more, not letting the quiet rest. "So, is this just a game? Or are you just going to steal all my drugs?" Morrison grinned softly at this. "No game," he said softly, almost under his breath, "and I'm not at all interested..." He trailed off as a faint noise attracted his attention to the castle. Silence fell and there was nothing, but the wolf continued to listen intently for anything out of the ordinary. There was no more odd sounds in what seemed like the next few minutes, but then a sort of whining growl pierced through the walls, startling Morrison to his feet.

His ears were so concentrated on the whimpers and howls coming from within the building that Nessa's voice made him jump a little. "Feel free to go check that out. I swear i wont run away this time." He only gave her quick glance before running full pelt back to the hallway they had previously left. Those had been Iivan's cries; that damn human must be torturing him.

The wolf reached the Iivan in no time, able to track him easily, and unfortunately, by the smell were blood. The wolf lay to the side of a hall, emitting the strangest barking noises Morrison had ever heard. A large lump rose in the man's throat as he noticed the growing pool of blood around his friend and drawing even closer to the creature, he found it difficult to breath. That barking, he now realized, was laughter. Pained, suffocated laughter, but laughter nonetheless.

Morrison bit his lip as he knelt next to wounded animal and immediately went to look at his eyes, ignoring the injuries at the moment. He had to pry the beast's eyes open, as they were tightly pressed shut, but once he was able to see them well, he turned his head away and shook his head. "Why'd you have to be fucking high?" he asked the intensely dilated pupils. No response. In fact, Morrison was sure that Iivan didn't even know he was there.

Anger, frustration, guilt, loss... All these sort of feelings were welling up inside him so that his hands shook as he tried to carefully examine his friend's broken nose. He accidentally pressed a finger into some broken bone, moving it and bringing forth a half-hearted yelp. Immediately he yanked his hands away, clenching his teeth tight to the point where it hurt, while he dug his cell phone from his jacket pocket. He dialed with such haste that he had to restart a few times after completely messing up the number and when someone finally picked up, he was practically yelling into the receiver.

"Jeena!," he cried as the familiar voice said 'hello', "Iivan, he's hurt, fucking drugs, dying-!"

"Morrison!" she cut him off, suddenly as urgent as he. "Calm down, tell me where you are."

"Windsor," he forced out in a great sob, "he's going fast Jeen, you have to-"

"Wait outside with him," she cut him off again and he could hear her rustling around, "I'll be there soon." With that, she hung up.

The wolf was feeling even more helpless in Iivan's situation than he had felt before. Now all he could do was sit around and wait for the physician to arrive. "Fuck!" he screamed up at the ceiling, pounding a fist on the wall. The hit had been powerful enough to send dust and loose bits of paint raining down on his face. The deluge of useless particles seemed to be an insult, to mock his inadequacy, bringing forth a stream of tears. He'd dealt with Iivan getting into bad fights before, but never had he been so buzzed nor so badly injured and taken advantage of. Most people knew when to stop, but not this human.

Shaking, Morrison finally got back to his feet. He would have to bring the wounded were outside, or Jeena would never find them in the castle. The man bent and slid his arms under the massive beast's chest and stomach. With a giant heave, he was able to hoist the limp body over his shoulders, though the weight hurt his back. He half wished that that goddamned woman would show herself again, for her truly, sincerely wanted to make her suffer. But he couldn't risk leaving Iivan to got after her, so he simply shouted after her in the direction that he could smell she had left. "You bitch!" he screeched, trying his best to keep his voice from trembling, "Don't even know when enough is e-fucking-nough. You'll be sorry though, you wait!" It was not an empty threat, and he believed she would notice that.

Iivan was top priority at the moment though and he couldn't waste anymore time in the castle than he had already. It touch far too long for him to reach the exit, with the wolf now on his back, and when he finally got back outside, his back felt drenched, more of which he wished was sweat, not his own friend's blood. Nessa was sill waiting against the wall for him, but he didn't reach her eyes as he approached. He was feeling a little ashamed, with tears still falling down his cheeks. With a pained grunt, he carefully set the wolf on the ground before standing close to the woman and staring at the beast was brows furrowed and mouth drawn in a frowned snarl, trying his best to hide his anxiety of waiting for help.

((wooh, longness... ^_^))