jonmarrok (jonmarrok) wrote in btvsal, @ 2010-04-15 21:11:00 |
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Wrong Place, Wrong Time
Who: Jon Marrok, Ash Marrok, & Quinn Draper
Where: Angeles National Forest
When: Last Full Moon
Quinn: Although Quinn worried constantly during his human moments leading up to the full moon that his magical and physical restraints would hold or not, he wasn't too worried about it at the same time. The double inlaid circle on his basement floor, with it's strange flourishes and whorls between the inner and outer circle had held up...until now. The packless wolf hadn't foreseen the possibility that a freak thunderstorm could mess up the best laid plans. Whatever had happened outside affected the power in Quinn's entire neighborhood and not only that, but whatever the circumstances that brought on the power loss...had messed with the magic containing the rage filled wolf he became during the full moon. It had been a shock when he launched himself at the invisible barrier...to sail right through it! Instincts told Quinn that something was wrong and made a beeline up his stairs and found the silver lined down...blessedly open! The cursed wolf wasted no time slipping out the door and into the night.
Jon: Jon and Ash had drove out to Angeles National Forest, a place Jon had researched specifically as their retreat during the full moon. It seemed perfect. Far from the city with enough miles of forest they could run free for the entire night. After parking the car off the main road and covering it with brush and tree limbs, both boys undressed. Jon looked to the sky as the last bits of the sunlight disappeared from it and could already feel his body succumbing to the change.
For him, being a wolf meant a freedom that he simply basked in each time he could change. Since being in L.A., he'd not had the chance to do so except during the full moon which was a big change considering most of the time back home he was in wolf form some times more often than human.
Ash: Ash was just finishing getting out of his clothes and tossing them into the backseat of the car as the sun was setting. He'd been eager and edgy all day and now, with the smells of the forest all around and the tingle of the full moon at the nape of his neck he just couldn't wait to get out and run. He tossed a smirk at his older brother, feeling his body begin to change but he didn't wait. He took off running into the thick forest with a laugh trailing behind him. The change of the full moon was generally rougher than a willful change any other time, but he'd been doing it his entire life, it was fluid and natural. Nothing he couldn't handle and he just...needed to run.
Quinn: The disadvantage (well in this particular case) to Quinn was the rain had washed all the scents away. For the general populace, that was probably a blessing so, running on instinct, Quinn headed toward familiar ground. The rain had finally stopped when he reached the Angeles National Forest and the wolf quickly picked up the scent of a trio of deer. Trailing them, thankfully downwind, Quinn picked his way through brush, fallen trees, branches until he could get the weakest deer away from the others. While his attack was precise and quick, Quinn's bloodlust was up and the wolf wasn't particularly...nice to the carcass as he tossed it around like a rag doll tearing it apart.
Jon: Jon quickly took off after Ash, half barking and half shouting to him as his body morphed the rest of the way into its giant black wolf form. He easily caught up to his brother and in mid stride, nipped at his muzzle, both running side by side in perfect formation from the years of roaming like that together. The ground was wet from the rain, and the air thick with its scent but with the cool breeze blowing, it was making for a near perfect night.
Ash: Ash's wolf was paler than his brother but just as easily did he get lost in the shadows of the trees. The animal was breathing heavily as he continued to run. There was no destination in mind, no reason to keep running at such a strenuous pace. It just...felt amazing. He loved the wind in his fur and the burning in his chest, the way his muscles stretched and pulled. He even felt a sense of pride that he could keep pace with Jon now. He looked up to his brother in so many ways and being able to run as fast was so exciting for him. With a small lunge he nipped teeth at his brother's ear, giving a playful growl as he tugged at it and then darted into another direction with a playful woof.
Quinn: Part of Quinn's curse was the over abundant bloodlust. While he, too, enjoyed the freedom of running free through the woods, Quinn would always be a slave to the hunt. Animal attacks had been high in Chigao during the few years Quinn had been Alpha of The Razorbacks. Until the Watcher/Werewolf could find a way to lift the curse put upon him...he took his precautions. Enjoying the spoils of his attack didn't last long when a whispering breeze through the trees changed course enough for Quinn to pick up a very unwanted scent. Two other Weres were entering his "territory," something Quinn's inner beast didn't like in the least. Getting to his feet, Quinn started tracking the duo.
Jon: Jon growled at Ash, not in a menacing or threatening way but more in a you asked for it way. He dashed off after Ash, and lept onto his back haunches. With one swipe of his large front paw, he took out the young pups legs and toppled on top of him. They both rolled a few times with Jon ending up hovering over his brother. He was just about to nip at Ash's snout when the wind brought a new scent to his nose and Jon froze. His head lifted head in the direction of the smell and his hackles stood on end instantly while he growled, a vicious snarl appearing on his muzzle.
Ash: Teeth snapped just under his brother's throat before he realized something was wrong. That growl shivered down his spine and brought his own fur on end. He hadn't caught the scent yet, but if his brother was on edge it meant he should be too. He wriggled out from under the larger wolf, ears up and forward, listening for anything approaching and it wasn't until another soft wind whipped through that he caught the scent too. His own lips curled back to bare his fangs, taking a few dancing steps of indecision and glancing back at Jon before he was creeping closer to the line of trees in front of him, nose in the air, searching for that scent again.
Quinn: His instincts were flying a mile a minute while Quinn assessed the situation. The paler one that creeped forward had been his first choice to attack first, but the initial reaction of the other wolf gave Quinn pause. The other one had been alert to his presence first; Clearly the more experienced of the two and yet...the paler one had been stupid enough (to Quinn at least) to not let the other investigate first. Instincts to "cull the herd" of the weaker ones kicked in and without hesitation, Quinn lept from the shadows at Ash.
Jon: Jon was already running forward and he put his body in between Ash and the attacking wolf laying low to the ground to brace for impact with his ears back, fangs bared and tail low. The entire side of his body took the brunt of the attack and he let out a yelp from the pain it caused to him. But he wasn't about to let ANYTHING happen to his brother. He'd made that promise to his father when they came out to L.A. It was the only way that it had been allowed to happen.
Ash: Ash yelped also, but it was out of fear for his brother. The sound of his pain had slide down his spine like a knife and before he knew what was happening he was jumping in to help his brother, all snarls and vicious bites. He knew he was small, he knew he was no match for this larger wolf, but someone was attacking his pack and he was not going to stand for that. Jon was everything he had.
Quinn: And up cropped the problem that Quinn instinctively feared. While the paler one was inexperienced, the fight was now two against one and he feared that this was not going to end well. Things had quickly progressed from a wolf defending it's territory to fighting for sheer survival. Quinn's jaw snapped at rear legs when he saw weak spots in their defenses, but got mouthful's for fur for his trouble. Whenever he could, Quinn brutally pushed his advantage in the hope of tiring one of the two wolves out.
Jon: Right away, John noticed that Ash had came to his aid. That was NOT a good idea. With his shoulder, he lunged hard at his brother to push him out of the way. There was a good chance he hurt Ash in the process but it would be nothing what the attacking beast could do. Then, Jon turned his attention back the fight and snapped his large jaws around a clump of flesh directly under the other wolf's mouth, shaking his head violently as soon as he felt the meat closing in around his fangs.
Ash: Ash was completely thrown off balance by the unexpected shove from Jon, he tumbled over but was quickly on his feet, shaking his head and whirling to watch the fight. Part of him knew why he had been pushed away, but the majority of him couldn't just stand by and watch. He was hanging onto control by a thread, still growling, teeth bared, pacing like an animal caged and ready to lunge in again at any sign of Jon getting hurt.
Quinn: Jon's actions effectively ended the brawl. Quinn shamefully whined painfully and promptly ceased any advantage he had. The Alpha in him wanted to kill Jon for what just happened, but the other wolf's actions had, literally, knocked some sense into Quinn and brought him temporarily out of his rage-filled bloodlust. Still caught in the other wolf's jaws, Quinn made sure not to make any sudden movements.
Or so Quinn wanted the two wolves to think. After a moment, the cursed werewolf suddenly flew into action; Pawing at Jon's muzzle, scratching savagely. Quinn's aim was to force Jon to release him.
Jon The claws caught Jon right at the nose, causing his eyes to water which made him nearly blind for the moment. It also weakened his hold on the other wolf and his jaw muscles loosened enough that his teeth were no longer buried deep into fur and flesh anymore. Something that could turn fatal very quickly.
Ash: Ash was frothing at the mouth he was growling so viciously. Watching every single move happening in front of him. He almost jumped in again when he saw claws so near to Jon's eyes, but he was obedient to his brother and unless he really thought Jon was in grave danger he was going to keep to his authority.
Quinn: Quinn pressed his advantage and attacked again. Fangs latched on to flesh, around the shoulder it felt like, which hadn't been his goal, but he'd take whatever came to him. Brutally, Quinn whipped his head side-to-side and then backed off, feeling that he had the fight in hand.
Jon: A yelp tore from Jon and he went down at the bite. Blood gushed from the wound left behind and he knew if he let this continue, he would lose. This other wolf was much more stronger and they were apparently in his territory. He'd only fought in the first place to protect Ash.
Jon pushed himself up and never once looked at the other wolf as he dashed off toward Ash, nipping at him and nudging him to take off running into the woods. It was time to retreat.