Bloody Stumbling

The air was filled with the sharp, metallic scent of blood. Here and there blood dripped off of a leaf or a bloody handprint was spread onto the trunk of a tree, making a trail towards a dark figure that staggered and tripped as it moved. It was a large, massive black wolf, it's brown eyes with flecks of gold and red in them was glazed over with intense pain. On its side was a large gash where a Hunter had slashed his side with a silver bladed sword. Having found calming the Hunter useless the massive beast had fled instead of fighting back. Gideon only ever fought when protecting another life.

The large beast stopped, its great sides heaving as it bent onto its front knees. With a shudder the form of the wolf slid back and wavered until a young man of twenty years of age was in its place, on his knees. His handsome face was twisted with pain and his eyes were squinted shut in pain. He gripped his side with a moan before slowly, painfully slipping off his torn and ruined shirt and reaching for the bag he'd been carrying. For a few moments Gideon dug through it, cursing in his native French as the warm wind of spring danced about him and animals skirted about, spooked by the presence of a predator.

Finally Gideon brought out some creams and a needle with some surgical string, used for stitching. Usually a werewolf would have no needs for such a thing, but the silver slowed down his healing, and Gideon didn't exactly feel like stumbling any further with the gash in his side, for fear of catching some kind of disease. After a few hours and a couple gasps he'd finally stitched up his side with a professional hand and applied some antibiotics. Finding himself unwilling to go further he dragged himself up besides the trunk of a large pine and rested on his uninjured side. Laying his bag not far off he slid back into the skin of his wolf, knowing that in this form he'd heal a lot more faster. The smell of the flowers filled his nostrils and dusk slowly approached as he fell into a half dreaming state, his heart yearning for his home and his heart raced when nightmares of the day he'd been bitten took over the dreams of his homeland.

A black shade, a ghost, a shadow.... She moved through the crimson forest with the whispering wind, silently. Her paws pressed lightly on all shades of brown and red lieves beneath. Elegantly and lightly, she moved between the tall trees, with the breeze that caried scents from all around the crimson forest. Blood ... The strong scent hit her sensitive sense of smell, provoking her untamable wolf to feel the lust of blood again. Blood rushed through her vains, the feeling spread throughout her entire body. Her golden eyes reflected the wild nature that now posessed her mind. She is a hunter, a predator.

Sneaking in the bushes she set her eyes on her prey. The smell of blood was strong and it rushed her instincts to hunt. She slowly moved her paws closer and closer, untill her golden eyes noticed a massive wolf figure. A wolf? No it is not wright. The smell is too strong, too different. It was not untill the dark shade changed it's form into a two legged being, when she has identified him as a shifter. Muttering curses in french, he seemed severly injured, with blood stains to mark his path. Her eyes shined in compassion. She wouldn't dare to hurt a wolf, nor a human, and never a wereling.
Silently she waited in the cover of shadows, observing his struggle with pain. Her heart was beating fast, and excitment overcame her. She searched so many years, but never found another werewolf, back in France.
The human took well care of his poor condition and he sticthed his open wound. Only then he layed to rest, and only then would the young girl dare to approach.
The sun was slowly setting and the male dreamt. She let her self come closer, to see his face, his eyes. Her curious eyes shimmered as she gazed down upon him. Youthfull and angelic features marked him. She was baffled by his handsome looks. It was like she was paralized, unable to move, swept by his charm. She quickly shook her head to remove her self of the world of fantasy. No. She will not let herself be swept by any male. Never again. Never since.... No. No male shall touch her, nor claim her heart. Never....
Rather then dealing with matters of the past she let her curiosity gaze on the bag he left beside. Medical equipment? He must have been some sort of a doctor. Interesing....
The male was now in his wolf form. A pitch black pelt like the color of a pure night. Much like her self really, exept he was a truly massive wolf by size.

Not much time passed, when his figure started to flip around and turn from side to side fast. A nightmare seemed to strike his dremworld, and an awful one too. Jasmine was quite familiar with those.
As he struggled with the nightmares, he began to swirl around, dangerously exposing his wound which could get badly infected. She tried to hold him still, using all of her strenght, but she couldn't calm him down. Now, she lowered her head towards him and her soft lips let out a sweet and gentle voice. Silently, she sang a beautiful french lullaby, just like the one her mother used to sing to her. So gentle, and yet so beautiful. A sweet silent song, almost a whisper.
A thought slipped her mind. Just as how did he get such a nasty wound? There were many possible answer's, but none of them certain.
Now she only sat by his side with her gaze down and her pitch black hair covering her bright golden eyes, she let the moonlight shine down on her.
As soon as his eyelids started to open up and reveal his gaze, she quickly hid in the safe cover of the crimson forest.

Slowly Gideon felt himself being pulled from his nightmare, a reenactment of his turning, barely noting the feel of hands upon his furred body. The scars from the left side of his neck, along his side, and to the middle of his abdominal muscles, or as usually known as the abs. A soft, soothing familiar melody played through his mind and he felt himself relaxing and slowly waking up, but he found it odd that it was no voice he knew nor did it begin to fade as he slowly woke from his slumber.

Two brown eyes slowly became visible and he stiffened as he caught sight of someone, but they quickly disappeared. Slowly he raised his head, the fur along his back raising slightly in a defensive manner. He didn’t growl or anything, hoping that whoever it was was still sticking around. He turned to look at his side real quick, pleased when he saw that the skin was already beginning to heal. As he slowly began to stand his form wavered in the beasts place was the young man. His intelligence filled brown eyes slowly scanned the area around him, seeing just as well in the moonlight as he did in the sunlight.

“Who’s there?” He called out, not very loudly though for he feared catching the attention of anything dangerous. His senses were on high alert, his ears catching every sound and his nose catching every scent. An unfamiliar scent reached him and he turned towards the direction it came, but he didn’t move.

Having accepted his rank of Beta male for his pack, he wandered through the lands. He could smell the scent of his Alpha wearing off as he passed the boundaries separating their lands from the neutral territories. His wolf was in control now, moving slowly about the land. His ashen fur breezed in the wind, feeling the slight chill nip at his skin. He shook his body, enjoying the weather and all it had to offer him. His tail flicked behind his legs, slightly resting on each leg until they were moved from their stance. He sniffed the air, looking over the bluebells over the ground. He caught the scent of two werewolves. He curled his tail over his spine and looked for them. His ears were alert. His long legs moved him forward, pushing through the flowers and grass. "Who are you?" he snarled as he looked to the brute in the flowers. Sure he was in wolf form, but this brute would be able to understand him.

[[Sorry it's short!]]

((Soooorry for such a long wait. It's school's awfulest week ever! I still have so much to do... But I'll try to keep up. And don't worry, I'll post in the Alpha's office soon. :3 ))

Glimmering brown hues reaveld themselves as his eyes slowly opened up to the night sky. But still he caught no figure of the owner of the voice that sang through his nightmares. A glorious french, peaceful and soothing song with a shy, but sweet and gentle voice. Her black fur now pressd on the lieves of the green bushes beside her, in which she found shelter. Her eyes rested on the young man's muscular figure. A stunning brute with deep brown eyes that seemed to stair right into her, even though he could not see her in the night's cover. She knew he could smell her, but she did not want to hide well. For somewhat reason she wished for him to find her, even if she was hesitant when meeting other 'beings'. His eyes just drew her closer and closer, but unlike her gaze, which was lost in the deep browns, her body would not move from the bushe's shelter. She remained still, safely hidden, observing.

Another scent approached fastly, towards the awakend brute. Ashen fur moved forward with the shadows and stoped right before the young brute. His voice strong and proud, he spoke to the male in stone words. His scent..... it's so familiar, strong, mixture of several different scents. He was a packmember, that is certain. He is not an Eternal.... no, she would recognize an Eternal. He's a Braveheart! Judging by his posture and stance, he was defienetly a high rank, there was no doubt, his words were too proud. He was a braveheart then.... a fellow packmember.

A shadow passed by, as the black fur glanced between the tall grass, leaving only gasps of wind, behind it's quick move, which swept the bluebells gently side to side. The night's shadow moved with the dark figure beautifuly, barely letting the bright moonlight iluminate her pitch black pelt. The grass only whispered lightly with the breeze as a black paw passed it's green tops. Gracefuly the step transformed into a black boot. The black was gently transforming up and extended into a slim young body with a smooth pale skin, that shined gently in the moonlight as she slowly stepped out of the shadows that gave her protection and an advantage in stealth. Only the black would be shown in the pitch black hair that gently dropped to the middle of her back.
She slowly lifted her gaze towards the two brutes. There was no sense in hiding, they already smelled her presence. But she couldn't help but feeling stronger within the night's shade.
Hesitantly she lifted her gaze, revealing the mistievus bright golden eyes, gentle, but with a fearless shimmer inside.

She now turned back towards the big ashen male. Her head lowered in a light bow to his obvious rank and her hair dropped forward, hiding the gentle features of this young fae and the soft lips that lightly trembled and her golden gaze hid behind the dark tones of pitch black hair.
She took a deep breath and looked back up. She let the ashen brute speek to the other young male first, in hopes that the stranger would speak first.