Chronicles of The Omniverse Archived Lutetia City: Lupaix

Tiko

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as written by Tiko

Baron gave himself over to the rhythm of his paws beating against the pavement as he barreled out of the doorway of The Den and down the narrow streets of Vargeras with a trio of wolves trailing at his back. It felt good to just get out and run, and to get his blood pumping. with the smells of the city in his nostrils.

The shadows had grown long with the evening hours, but the sun had yet to set and there where still a fair number of evening strollers out for a walk, or heading home from work or dinner, but most of them had the sense to get out of the path of the oncoming wolves. This was Bloodstone territory and the people knew it, wolf and human alike.

He heard and smelled his brother before he saw him, and he threw his head sideways to get a look at Ragenard and Carlisle colliding with a slanted rooftop, knocking shingles loose as claws gouged deeply into the wood beneath. His lips curled back to bare his teeth in what could only be described as a wolfish grin before he redoubled his pace.

Lowering his head he was off like a gunshot, barreling through the streets at reckless speeds. The trio at his back picked up the pace, but their smaller sizes lacked the stride length of Baron's massive form, and he was swiftly outpacing them.

The brotherly rivalry was nothing new to the pack though and eventually they fell back one after the other to leave Baron and Ragenard to their juvenile competition. Even Carlisle abandoned the run as he swung over a roof edge to drop down to the pavement with the rest of the pack on the side of the street.
 
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as written by Dashmiel

Lengthening shadows were beginning to threaten to swallow the world while the slowly sinking sun started to relent its vigil as Ragenard and his entourage began to catch up to their brethren down in the street.

While nowhere near as fast at long distance running out in the open as their quadrupedal counterparts, what they lacked in speed they made up in sheer strength, and using this strength to jump, pull, swing, and at places flat out crash through the congested rooftops of Vargeras, they had been able to keep pace.

Until he saw the grin. There was no question in Ragenard's mind about what was going to happen next. From playtime as pups, to settling debts and wagers as young lads, to simply letting tempers simmer down before they were at each other's throats, Ragenard and his brother had always engaged in this little competition of sorts.

A wild and carefree run through the world, no rules, no considerations, no muddling thoughts. Shut up and keep up.

Baron usually won these little contests, but tonight Ragenard had the advantage. He didn't need to navigate twisting narrow streets, nor did he have to worry about turning, evading late afternoon strollers, or crowds. He just had to pick a direction and go, and to hell with everything in his way.

And so he did.

Ragenard barred his fangs and let out a few deep, and resonating yips, letting his brother know he was right behind him before he too redoubled his pace. The world around him because a quickly ignored storm of torn up shingles, roofing tiles, and destroyed wayward fixtures as he begun to madly dash and leap amongst the rooftops of Vargeras.

Almost immediately he stopped smelling his entourage, almost as the same time as he spotted the runners who had just been with his brother falling back, and couldn't help but grin to himself. The pack was strong, the territory large, the influence secured, but in the end, some things never changed.

Vaulting through a church steeple and dislodging the bell there with a loud clang, Ragenard because to catch up with his brother. He was just a bit behind, but this was how it always began, and tonight, it would end with him the victor.
 
as written by Tiko

The scents of the city assaulted Baron as he barreled through the streets without any inkling of reservation. The smell of car exhaust, rotting trash, people, a barbecue... it all mingled together into the conglomeration of odors that made up the city.

Sometimes he didn't mind hitting the forests for a good run, but the city was where it was at. An urban wolf, through and through.

He was panting heavily and his chest heaving by the time they had spilled into the Phantom Quarter where a faint whiff of decay clung on the air, and the buildings were rapidly growing more decrepit.

They were pushing the boundaries of their territory, but no packs had staked a claim to the Phantom Quarter. Who would want it anyways? It was home to those who had no home elsewhere. Any wolves living out this way where apt to being loners, driven out of the more developed regions of the city by the local packs.
 
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as written by Knosis

The siren was blaring so loud she thought her ears would burst, the lights were too bright inside the cab and she couldn't see, and the pain was growing more and more intense. Re'Altarm was fighting with the Paramedic in the back as they tried to wrap the straps around her arms and legs. All she wanted was to curl up and be left alone. Where was Jesse? Why was he not here telling these people to leave her alone..?

She panted heavily and shrieking hoarsely, her heart was pounding her her head and it felt as if a gentle touch would be enough to rip her body to shreds. Suddenly, she arched her back and let out one more agonized scream. The Paramedic watched in horror as bone and sinew began to pop and reform slowly, painfully slow. Re'Altarm writhed back and forth as her body began to reshape itself. Cries turned to soft growls. Black and grey fur began to sprout all over and her clothes pulled apart with sharp rips. The Paramedic started pounding on the plastic door separating them from their partner, shouting in horror.
 
as written by Tiko

At the front of the vehicle the driver tried to twist around to see what was going on as it sounded more like they had a caged animal in the back of the ambulance than a woman.

"What the hell is going on back there?" he shouted back, but the paramedic in the back was scarcely coherent through his shouts to pull the ambulance over. He was banging furiously on the door and throwing terrified looks over his shoulder.

Again the driver tried to get a look through the plastic window, catching a glimpse of fur as he swore vehemently. He turned back to the road to steer the vehicle to the side, but in the chaos he had barreled straight into an intersection.

He had a moment of headlights out of his peripheral before a car plowed into the front end of the vehicle with the shriek of metal that left it careening off to the side. His heart lurched in a moment of terror as he jerked on the wheel trying to regain control of the vehicle before a truck barreled into the side of the ambulance, caving in the metal body and overturning it onto the asphalt where the driver lay amid twisted metal and shattered glass.

Blood run down a deep cut in his arm, and his brow and he groaned loudly as tried to move. Pain flared through his body and bloodied fingers fumbled for his seat belt.

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Jesse panted profusely as he barreled down the street at a sprint with his head ducked low and his feet pounding against the asphalt. Even with his head start, the ambulance had overtaken him two streets back, and he nearly knocked over a couple out for an after dinner stroll as he careened between the pair.

A sinking sensation of dread had taken root in his stomach as to what would happen if Re'Altarm turned in a hospital full of doctors. She would be afraid, cornered, and surrounded by people.

The fear of what could well transpire left the scars on his arm itching, and adrenaline flooding his system with the extra push he needed if he was going to reach the hospital.
 
as written by Knosis

It was silent in the back of the ambulance, except for the occasional groan. The paramedic sat unconscious in his seat, hanging suspended with his seat belt holding him in place. Blood dripped from the bump on his head, unknowing about the newly born werewolf that had finished shifting in the chaos.

Re'Altarm was dazed and stuck between the array of medical devises that had fallen from the shelves and cabinets on the other side of the ambulance and the gurney she had been laid on. Fear gripped her chest and the instinct to just run. Struggling, she pulled herself from the rubble only to find the doors in the way. Shear panic filled her now as she clawed at the doors. Fear shifted to anger almost instantly and a deep growl escaped her throat, bashing into the doors with all her might with her might. There was barely in room to move.

Anger drove her now, and she began to push harder and harder still, the steel of the frame groaning as the hinges finally broke open into more chaos.

There she stood in a crowded intersection, horns blaring, people shouting, smells all hitting her at once. Baring fangs to the people rushing around her, fear and a desire to kill hit her, she lifted her huge head and let out an inhuman howl that resonated for miles. To the onlookers, she looked like a very big, very angry grey and black wolf.
 
as written by Tiko

There was a flurry of dark fur as a second - much smaller - wolf planted itself directly in front of Re'Altarm. Its hackles where raised and its head lowered as it stared her down eye to eye, but no growl emerged from its throat.

There was something almost human in those eyes as they stared back at her, searching her own for some sign of humanity and cognitive thought.

He remembered his own turning, and the onslaught of foreign sounds and smells, and the new-found instincts that warred with all he had known as a human. And here she stood in the middle of a busy intersection with lights glaring, and noise from all directions. It would be disorienting, and likely overwhelming.

He couldn't know if her instinct to flee would take hold, or if she might try to hurt anyone, and so he planted himself in her path.

To their left a driver had managed to get the door to his vehicle open as he fell out onto the asphalt with a groan.
 
as written by Knosis

The sight of the flurry caught her attention like a dog to a tennis ball. At the way Jesse stood at her, instinct took over and she growled, her own hackles raised in challenge. But after a moment the growl faded, and Jesse could see some recognition in her golden eyes. A small whine escaped her throat before a horn honked somewhere and startled her. She spun around, her tail between her legs, looking for a place to run.

Frustration was clear on her face now, and then she heard the groan of the driver. She turned to see how hurt he was and slowly backed away. One thought resonated in her head. 'My fault.'

She did the one thing she could think of doing now, to get away from it all. Leaping over one of the cars, the people scattered to get away from the giant wolf, but she paid no heed to them.

She ran.
 
as written by Tiko

A gunshot cracked through the night, striking the asphalt not two feet from Jesse and Re'Altarm as she turned to flee the scene. It left him crouching with a low wine as his own ears and tail dropped.

One of the drivers had his door open and had a side-arm in hand.

It was all the encouragement Jesse needed to book it after Re'Altarm as several more shots split the night air. They had the cover of darkness on their side though. He tried to push ahead of her, to guide her away from the busy highway and down the back streets hoping her pack instinct would take hold.

His chest heaved with the exertion, having not yet caught his breath from the mad chase after the ambulance, and as they neared the outskirts of the city he was starting to fall behind her. They where beginning to leave behind the sounds and smells of the city though.
 
as written by Tiko

Vanessa ran some water into the kitchen sink where she was washing the dishes. At her back, Sophia was sitting at the dining room table scribbling in some coloring books with an assortment of crayons.

It was hot, and the air conditioning had gone out a week ago but she couldn't afford a new one at the moment. Fortunately she was starting her new job tonight, and had an hour to finish cleaning up before her sitter arrived. She wiped her brow off with the back of her arm as she rinsed the last plate in hand.

She let the water drain out of the sink as she dried her hands of with a towel.

"What are you coloring?" she asked as she moved over to Sophia and looked over her shoulder to get a look.

"A cat," Sophia said. "See?" She held the coloring book up to show Vanessa.

"That looks great," Vanessa said. "I'm going to go grab a shower, and when I get back I'll do some coloring with you, okay?"

Sophia nodded affirmatively as she went back to scribbling in her coloring book.

Vanessa gave her daughter's hair a playful ruffle and kissed her on the top of the head before she headed down the hall towards the bathroom. It wasn't a particularly large home, but it was better than a dingy apartment somewhere, and as far as residential areas went in Vargeras, this was one of the nicer ones. The paint on the walls was old and flaking, but it had clean water and quiet neighbors. It was more than she could have afforded, but the small house didn't belong to her. It belonged to Baron.

She didn't much care to be living off Baron's generosity, and it was for that reason that the air conditioning still wasn't fixed. It wasn't pride that kept her from approaching him about it so much as a dislike of leaning on the pack when she was doing her best to distance Sophia from that aspect of her life.
 
as written by Tiko

Elsewhere in Lupaix...

"Ivon, what's taking so long?" a woman's voice shouted.

"He won't go the bathroom," the ten year old boy shouted back.

"Come on Gus, hurry up," he whined.

He held onto the dog's leash as the animal paced too and fro, sniffing at the porch steps, the grass, the cement side-walk, and everything in between.

Finally the dog started pulling at the leash, leading the boy down the edge of the street side-walk, sniffing at telephone lines and bits of trash.

Ivon sighed heavily.

"Will you just pick somewhere and go?" he asked.
 
as written by Lorelia

Nobody wanted to cross an enraged werewolf. Especially not an enraged Arman.
His anger was disconcerting. Outwardly, he seemed calm, collected, there was a look of concentration on his features as he moved across the rooftops of Vargeras, searching for an opportunity. His run-in with Cass had only confirmed that she was incapable of running a werewolf pack. Werewolves. That was what they were. She didn’t understand that.

But he was over his initial irritation, his stalking through the night had cleared his head some and he was able to calculate his next move.

It was time to step this up a notch. He’d been working on his plan for years now with no real results. He scolded himself for his nervousness in involving other packs, enlightening them, because he was scared; scared of being stopped before everything was neatly put in motion, and more recently, scared of losing the pack to them before he was able to take control. But he thought that time was close now. It was time to widen his audience.
They would hear him.

He’d began his journey in human form, but shifted into his wolf one as he began to travel via the rooftops. Stunted Vargeras lay before him. So many werewolves, and yet, so many pathetic humans.

Arman had passed into a reasonably pleasant part of town. Still, nothing like the grand structures of Luskonios. He recognised this; but compared to how he lived, the homes here would probably be perceived as palaces by those back at the warehouse.

He found what he was looking for with a sharp scent upon the light breeze, followed by an agitated sigh and some words which his heightened hearing picked up from down below. Someone was outside. Arman’s form loomed atop a house, he’d been stalking along the centre of the width of the particular row, but now he had crept to the edge to take a look at his victim. The moonlight etched his silhouette as he crouched, claws clutching onto the guttering as he peered out, sizing up the figure which was wandering the street with his dog.

A dog. His oncoming would probably be noticed by the animal. But no matter. It'd still be too late.

Arman had dropped into an alleyway between houses stealthily and started for the main street, his bulk barely fitting between the two houses which towered up either side of him but still didn’t quite manage to dwarf him.

He emerged not ten feet from the roaming boy and his dog. His particularly unpleasant, wolfish smile was illuminated by the half-hearted haze of the streetlight whose path he’d just willingly stepped into to face down his prey who he towered above in his brutal bipedal form. And those eyes, those yellow eyes...

With a growl, he leapt.
 
as written by Tiko

The dog sensed the presence of the danger before the boy did, and he started straining on his leash as he paced back and forth restlessly. He whined and barked, pulling against the leash as Ivon tried to get him back under control.

"Gus, what has gotten into you?" he asked.

He saw it then. Yellow eyes.

Gus's ears dropped and he whined plaintively, and as Ivon dropped the leash in surprise Gus turned tail and ran down the street for home. Ivon though couldn't tear his eyes from those of the wolf. Its muscles tensed as it coiled to pounce and the boys instincts took hold as he turned to run after Gus.

His footsteps pounded against pavement and his heart lurched into his chest. Terror filled him, and he could feel its icy fingers grip his heart within their grasp.
 
as written by Lorelia

Arman watched as the child raced off. It wouldn't be much of a race.

He was on him in a mere few strides, his powerful forearms slamming into his shoulders to knock him to the ground. There was less time for play in the streets. And so Arman set to work immediately. There was no frenzy to his actions as there sometimes could be, when he roughly tossed the boy's body over, he restrained quite a bit when digging his teeth into his neck. Humans were fragile things, children even more so. But they were even more so malleable.

He retracted, his teeth were now stained by blood. Starting to set himself upright, he swept the area, he wasn't used to the risk which this attack presented and as he perched above the body of his victim, here, his position so very vulnerable, Arman was able to feel some regret.

Too soon. Too rash.
But he was confident that this would produce the desired effect. It had to be done.
 
as written by Tiko

Ivon's breath went out of him as the werebeast slammed into him, and he went down hard. The asphalt dug into his skin, shredding and bloodying his palms and knees. He screamed them, feeling the weight of it on his back. He tried to find it off with his hands when it rolled him over, but it did little to stop it from its chosen course of action.

Fangs tore into his shoulder and neck, missing vital arteries by scant centimeters, and he screamed until he hadn't the breath to scream anymore.

His vision swam and his screams turned to a mewling whimper as his head rolled to the side and the boy lost consciousness.

Meanwhile up and down the street lights where turning on. The boys shouts had drawn the attention of the neighborhood residents.

The crack of a gunshot split the air as Arman stood over the unconscious form of the child - its source an elderly man standing upon his porch with a rifle in hand as he lined up for a second shot.
 
as written by Tiko

The elderly man fired a second shot off, but this one missed its mark as the animal took off down the street. He headed down the steps of his porch at a limp and tried to get a sight on the wolf, but it was too late. He scowled and made his way towards the boy, using his rifle as a cane to speed his steps.

"Catherine, call the police!" he barked over his shoulder as he knelt down to check if the boy was alive.

He was unconscious, but breathing, and the wounds didn't seem deep. The police would be there shortly.
 
as written by Tiko

Desmond picked up his cellphone that was sitting on the table of the outdoor cafe as it gave a buzz. It was from Bastien.

The message read simply: "Meet at Vanessa's. Sophia's missing."

The time and date on the text read yesterday, at 4pm. Well shit.

"Sorry love, time for me to be off," he told the serving girl that he had been flirting with. "Don't go missin' me too much?" he teased with a wink.

He pocked his phone and left his half-finished lunch on the table as he stood up, but he didn't make it further than that before he took note of a commotion going on across the street. As Chloe's scream pierced the air, he took the serving girl by the arm.

"'ey, get inside 'ill you?" he asked, his Iverian accent thick.

He let her arm go as she hurried inside, and he turned towards the commotion, a hand moving behind his back to feel the butt of the side-arm he had secured in a back holster. The people nearest Chloe where scattering from the now wolf that stood on the street side, while Desmond and a few other bystanders simply stood and watched.

Werewolves weren't uncommon in Vargeras, and most of them weren't pointedly dangerous. No one had reason to think this one intended to hurt anyone. Desmond knew it wasn't one of Baron's people though, and he was wary about what it was doing here.

As the wolf's rage filled eyes found his own, he raised one hand up in a show of not meaning any harm.

"Easy there..."

His other hand closed around the but of his gun though, unsnapping the holster but not yet withdrawing the weapon into view. There was something wrong about this wolf, something... feral. It had been all over the news that there was a rogue wolf attacking people in Vargeras and the Phantom Quarter.
 
as written by Knosis

For the longest moment, the werewolf stood there just panting heavily and watching the people scatter. Very few remained around her once she shifted. But then her gaze settled on one individual in particular, locking him in her sights. It seemed she could only focus on one thing at a time in this state.

Slowly she shifted her position until he was directly in front of her, her head lowered and hackles raised. With lips curled back and fangs bare, a low rumble of a growl escaped her throat. It was all the warning it would give before the wolf charged at him, aiming to pounce him at the end and have him underneath her.
 
as written by Tiko

Desmond saw it in her eyes a moment before she rushed him. She was going to attack.

"Ah shi-"

He grabbed onto the edge of the cafe table, overturning it in her path as he drew his firearm. He got off only two shots, aiming for the bulk of her body before the distance was closed.
 
as written by Knosis

Both shots hit the wolf and only barely managed to slow her down from pouncing. A pained yelp rang from her throat as she bulldozed into the overturned table at full force.

She skidded a few feet before she actually came to a stop, crashing into chairs and tables and leaving her on her side. Crimson stained her white fur from where the bullets had caught her shoulders, and she locked her eyes on Desmond again as she stood up.

Snarling and lowering her head, she dashed towards him aiming to lock her jaws on the arm that held his weapon.
 
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