Sterling Reynolds (not_a_pet) wrote in breaking_point, @ 2009-08-06 22:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | *complete, 2024 08 |
RP: Half a dozen gone?
Who: Sterling
Where: His pack's Cardiff ... residence
When: Later morning, August 6, 2024
Rating/Warning: Language
Summary: Sterling notices he's missing a few faces
Status: Complete
Sterling had slept late - but he always did after the full. His belly was still tender, and one of his hand ached. He wasn't precisely sure what had happened to it, not exactly, but he reasoned it must have been something bad if it still hurt. He regarded his hand, eyes narrowed as he flexed his fingers. Achey, but not unusable.
Shaking it off, he rolled out of bed. Checking himself in the mirror, he prodded at his stomach. It still bore a few marks - a deep one from the little bitch's blade, and something else. Something ... roundish. Like a horn. Or a tusk. He closed his eyes and forced himself to reach into his wolf's memories. He saw snatches and flashes of the night prior. A boar.
Boars? His brow furrowed. There wasn't a boar population around here. He would have been able to scent that. There wasn't one where they'd been running. So how ... had he been ... attacked? Had a boar really attacked him?
Still frowning, Sterling pulled on a pair of sweats before he started to prowl through the other rooms in the house. He saw his betas, tangled together in sleep. He caught sight of some of his midranks. When he came to the room he'd given to his omegas, he frowed. There were ... less of them. Five less of them, if he counted right and was remembering correctly.
Come to that, someone had been missing from his midranks. Someone who should have been here. With his frown deepening, Sterling moved back to the other, larger bedroom and did a headcount of the mostly sleeping population. Yes, one missing here.
"What the bloody red fuck is going on here?" he bellowed. "Where the fuck are they? Is he?" He gestured to the room. He was met with mostly bleary blinks and confused looks. "Our omegas. There are five of them missing. Five. What the fuck happened last night?"
He didn't actually expect an answer, though there were a few stammered 'dunnos' and shrugs of bare shoulders.
This was not sitting well with him. Not at all. Since when had they come back from a hunt with anything but injuries, and now? Now he was missing half a dozen wolves? Were they all dead? Had they run off? Could they? Would they dare? Snarling, Sterling turned away and kicked the wall twice, hard. "Find them," he demanded, his arms rising and lashing down through the air. "Find them, and bring them back here."