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Index was once a small and close-knit community, but the town located on the western side of Washington state has grown in recent years beyond anyone's expectations. It is the ideal place for those who work in Seattle but can't afford the city's high real estate prices, and for others the natural beauty attracts them to the town. And Index truly is a beautiful place - surrounded by thick evergreen trees, tall mountains and glistening rivers and lakes. While weather is typically rainy with overcast skies even this does nothing to take away from the beauty of the town, and it is only highlighted further when the heavy snow graces the town and caps the mountains in winter. To many, Index would seem like a paradise. And yet lurking beneath this visual beauty there is more to this town than anyone might ever imagine...

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[Private] The Prisoner and the Addict

Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Thu Mar 16, 2017 3:47 am

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Ogma Research Labs | Cold, light overnight snowfall | 9am



Hadn’t known where I was running to and really did it matter? Thick snow covered the ground and I hadn’t gotten a good chance to play in the stuff yet. Rolling around in the flakes, leaping into drifts, eating it by the jaw load. Everything was heightened. Each scent was powerful. From the exhaust fumes of trucks rolling down the road off to my right to the raw scent of indigenous trees. The decaying roadkill that lay flattened and tossed in the brush and the fresh smell of melting ice. Could barely contain my excitement for absolutely everything around me. Couldn’t run fast enough. Even though my paws thudded heavily through the dense down of white around me. Couldn’t breathe in deeply enough. Even though I panted hard with the exertion of so much physical activity on so little sleep, so little food. Any side effects of drinking so much liquor was eaten away with a metabolism that rivalled that of my unaltered form. Each of my limbs, my ears, my tongue, my snout all electrified with a power that I had never tasted before. Ancient blood was the shit.

Any consideration for the fact I was meant to becoming a recovering addict was tossed out the window. Fuck if I could just drink this shit all day every day then what would be the problem? I felt fucking amazing. More than amazing actually. There was literally no word in the dictionary that would probably describe how extraordinary the experience was. There were a few problems. Whenever I tried to pull in a random direction, I would find myself running alongside the same road. Not close enough that any of the few passing motorists would see me but in a trajectory that I couldn’t shake. This had happened before but I’d always been able to set myself straight. This time I couldn’t. I also didn’t really give a fuck, so there was that too.

As soon as a large ominous but sleak building came into view I knew I had to get inside of it. Why the fuck I wanted to made no sense to me but hell, sounded like fun. Hadn’t really had a lot of that lately unless it involved being murder drunk or in the backseat of Debo’s car. The security fencing was extravagant and I barrelled right towards it, launching myself up and onto it. My claws digging in. Cameras turned, watching my every move as I landed hard, ravenously surveying my surroundings as if I was looking for something in particular. A dull pulse rattled in my bones, in my ears. A silent alarm that normally I didn’t think I’d be able to sense. Right now it was like the pulse of a strobe light but born of sound and reverberation.

Large doors came into view and while I tried I couldn’t shift back. Now that, that was actually a real problem. There was no way I was going to make an entrance that wasn’t catastrophic without a transformation. Busting through did take some effort. I must have looked a right tool slamming myself over and over into what was probably tinted bulletproof glass, reinforced with steel. Even amped on Fanger juice of this vintage strength wasn’t my forte. Eventually I managed to cave in a panel and pushed myself through face first, ignoring shards of material that sliced into my head. The wounds healed over almost instantly anyway. Dribbles of toxic slobber dripped onto the shiny obsidian floor as I found myself surrounded with the walking dead, all in white crisp lab coats. What the fuck? Fuck no. No. No. No.

“Dose her again.” His heavily accented voice was one I would remember for the rest of my life. I had once been a fan of all forms of English dialect even the really chavy ones but he’d ruined that for me I imagined. My head was ripped back by uncaring hands and a tube was forced into my mouth again. Blood spilled into my jaws and I choked trying in vain for the second time not to drink any of it. Cerise cried a tear from the corner of my lips, spilling into a torrent as I gagged. The thick liquid coated my chin and eventually unable to stop myself, I swallowed. “Good girl, remember what I said. No Blood means no contract. No contract leads to a shiny collar and it’s not going to be diamond studded.” Each one of the Fangers around me wore a lab coat, all except him. Xavier as he called himself dressed in a pretentious pin striped suit. Immaculate. Complete with wanker level cufflinks and an anally folded tie.

Growling I readied my body for attack, getting low, spreading my paws, eyes darting from face to face. “Steady Dog, shift out or we start shooting.” It was then I realized that some were carrying automatic weaponry. A kind I had never seen before. They had to know that regular bullets weren’t going to stop me, it wasn’t like I was going to give them the opportunity to snag a headshot. Too fixated on their fucking clothing to notice that whatever they were carrying, had to contain silver bullets.

“That should do it.” The tube was removed and I spat out what was left in my mouth, snarling with a fury I had never felt before in my life and probably never would again. Around me on every wall was a video screen. Images of The Dominion. They filtered through stalker photographs of the pack in everyday life. Riot and Zero stumbling home after a night at the local, bruises on their faces from participating in a boxing match. Vespa, Vi and Vivica, three sisters that had never liked me much. Standing outside a nightclub sharing what looked like a cigarette but was more than likely something greener. Dominion and myself. His arm about my shoulders, a pissed off look on my face. Eventually as they cycled they turned into crime scene photographs. The same wolves just in various states of dismemberment. I couldn’t even look at the horrific sight of Dominion strapped to a pillar in the centre of the Den. It existed as a mild punishment, being tied to it and beaten within an inch of your life. Calling that ‘mild’ of course was just testament to how brutal my pack could be. There were no pictures of Sona. They didn’t need those. She was laying on the floor right in front of my chair.

The sound of their guns being loaded, cocked and repositioned to fire echoed off the vast pristine walls. I was about to pounce, to begin turning them all into puddles of goop when one lifted a hand to her ear. “Hit her with the gas.” The arsenal was still trained on me but a little ball came rolling to spin against one of my paws. Tilting my head I peered at it. Bright lights flashed on the thing before it began forcing out a endless supply of noxious fumes. A cloud of the shit obscured my vision but my ears flicked about at the sounds of movement within the haze. Lashing out with a set of eager claws I caught one Fanger and dragged him towards me.

“You’re the last. She’s the last. There are no more of your pack.” Centuries of history annihilated in a single evening. It was so fucking disgusting. A wave of sadness hit me. While I had left them after what Dominion had been planning to do, after the ancestors had confirmed my desire to run, I still respected their right to exist. All the decades of stories that had been written by this pack was important. Every wolf was important. “You watched little wolf. You watched them die.” I had. “But you can save one.”

He screamed. Oh did he scream and fuck the sound was delicious. Got too caught up in his cries of agony as I tore into his body. Taking a breath in through my snout made me feel dizzy. My limbs went slack and at the worse possible moment my wolf form dropped away. That intense scent of the dead was dulled and feeling the danger I was in, I ran away from the corpse I had just reburied, scrambling for the back of the room. Red beams of light shot through the smoke and I moved to dodge them slamming up hard against smooth metallic doors. They opened as if I had asked them to, giving me an escape route. An elevator. As soon as I was inside the doors closed and the machine began to move. Down. Without me having pushed any buttons.

As the small box shuddered hell ward I tested my ability to shift. It seemed outside of the vapor I was still able to. Transforming a hand into a paw. Naked, half covered in Vampire viscera I tumbled out of the elevator as it came to a stop and found myself in the middle of a long hallway. The floor that same glossy black. All of the walls a row of glass revealing rooms full of expensive looking equipment. Reminded me of a hospital. Stark, cold, clinical. I let out an almighty scream of fury that completely drowned out the click of a door being….unlocked.

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Giovanni Michael Reyes | Wolf; Warrior/Fighter

Posted on Sat Mar 25, 2017 9:02 pm

This large silken room had a modern twist to it. I thought it must be Gayle’s way of making me feel somewhat not separated from society. It’s fucking strange being in here, completely disconnected from the world. I’ve always been the class clown, a jokester, if you will. I guess it hasn’t been that way since last year’s Halloween party…or maybe even before then…
 
I would be lying if I didn’t say I missed my old life more than anything. I just haven’t been myself since. With a deep sigh, I slumped down on the all-white pristine couch that sat in front of the flat screen TV mounted up on the wall. I rummaged my anxious hands through the cracks of the couch in my search for the remote. I find it fucking hilarious how I could still manage to lose things in a clean ass room. “Fuck.” I muttered. No remote= No input setting to set up the Xbox one.
 
I spent most of my days here playing Call of Duty: Infinite Warfare. Gayle said she’d bring me a whole bunch of 2017 games, yet she did say that like two or three months ago. I don’t know maybe it’s been longer than that…I am losing my sense of time in here. I guess no Call of Duty today. God, I fuckin’ hate being alone with my thoughts. Sometimes I start thinking about my old life. Sometimes I start contemplating on what’s the real reason I’m in here.
 
I missed the lesson about the vampires vs. wolves, so I’m not sure what kind of risk Gayle is taking for having me here. I can’t help but really truly wonder what she has to gain from all this. What if this is all a sick and twisted game? A plot of revenge? What if Gayle is not doing what she says she’s doing. She doesn’t seem to be too fond of Onyx. Honestly who would be, the guys an asshole! But why should I trust her?
 
My train of thought was quickly disrupted by some extremely random screaming and the sound of the door being unlocked, I turned my head to look towards it’s direction. My mouth kind of hung ajar, I was pretty fucking astonished/thrilled by what I was seeing. A short blonde girl stood at the front of the door and…She was naked. She looked so familiar too. Shit.
 

“Is this one of Gayle’s little experiments? Is this a test?” I rose an eyebrow; this has to be her doing ferrr-sure. My eyes were fixated on this girl’s fucking mind blowing figure and perky breasts. “Okay, I’m just goin’ to come out and say this now, out in the open, but dammmnnn you’re hot as fuck. Holy shit.” I had to resist biting my lip. She had an incredibly tantalizing scent of white sage and wild strawberry and I could tell by her eyes that she was a wolf. I glanced up at the roof for a moment, as if to look up at the sky when praising Jesus and thought, Thank you based God a.k.a Gayle.

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Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Sat Mar 25, 2017 10:09 pm

Since I had been preoccupied with losing my shit I hadn’t noticed a door was opening until it was..well, opened. Tilting my head cautiously while simultaneously readying myself for the shift that would be unhindered this time I hadn’t expected to see what I saw. Had I died? Was this heaven? The Ancestors had made me run a gauntlet to make sure I was worthy and then presented me with my own little lavish room complete with company? Blinking my wide eyes a few times I had to take a moment to register what was being said. “What in the fuck?” I knew I was crazy but this was a whole new level of it.

“Who?...what?” Stumbling over every thought, every word, I couldn’t even begin to wrap my head around what was happening. Fuck. Ancient blood was a serious acid trip. “Okay…first things first. How do you know the prehistoric Fanger’s name?” Didn’t even give him a chance to reply because I needed to get every question out before I forgot what I was going to say. Every nerve ending was twitching with that Crones blood making it terribly difficult to stay focused. “Why would I be an experiment? What the fuck is this place?” Double barrelled. Balling this shit together might help clear my head of the thick mist of confusion that had settled in. Where in the fuck was I? Why in the fuck had I come here?

Those were the important things that needed addressing but my mind had other ideas. One upon a time I’d given a damn as to whether other wolves thought I was fuckable but years of being a Lone, not to mention being force fed the sexist culture that was wolves in general, had changed my mind. Now I had to admit that someone or something more specifically had turned that switch right back on. Fanger juice had me dreaming about screwing Onyx in ways that made me wonder what German porno kingpin had supplied the blood. I’d resorted to banging the shit out of a human in order to deal with the issue but they just didn’t have the stamina to keep up.

Flicking on the golden glowing eyes of a Warlord I let this wolf know the calibre of female he was flirting with. That was an idea actually. A Warlord with breasts wasn’t a common sight. Alphas got tail like they didn’t have one of their own and every girl thought that was a shame. While I didn’t have the unearthly come hither smell a Pack Master did, there had to be something about the ranked that got engines running. The strongest had to breed after all. Wouldn’t work for shit on any wolves who had already come in contact with me. Knowing I was a Lone was usually a better boner killer than granny panties if they were hardcore pack wolves.

Fuck me. Was I really thinking about collecting a harem from newly arriving wolves just so I didn’t try to molest Onyx? Yes, yes I was. There was less shame in that than there was in propositioning the Alpha. Especially after what had happened the last time I saw him. The fact he had made it very fucking clear he hated me and not just the fact I was a Lone wolf was a pretty clear indication that I was getting none. Shouldn’t even fucking want any to begin with dammit.

“Hmmm. Would like to return the compliment but I have no idea what you’re working with.” Surprising even myself with the purr in the statement I stepped inside the room. Bad idea. The door swung shut behind me like it was hooked up to some control panel and a sharp click accentuated it. “Just got myself locked in didn’t I?” A groan of annoyance transformed into strained giggles. This was so fucked up.

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Giovanni Michael Reyes | Wolf; Warrior/Fighter

Posted on Wed Mar 29, 2017 9:51 pm

The she-wolf looked seriously disoriented and I was beginning to think she truly was an escaped experiment. Well, shit, she seemed to be having it a lot worse than me! I actually liked it in here. It was like an all you can eat buffet without the lines. At least for me it was. “You’ve just entered the hive.” I said with a philosophical tone in my voice and an unrelenting look across my face.
 
I’ve been playing way too much Resident Evil, I continued, “We’re in a genetics research facility…except for wolves. This is owned by Gayle and the other ‘fangers’. You see a virus has broken out and we are being protected within these walls by the Red Queen.” I tried to hold in my laughter, but failed miserably. “I’m totally fucking with you.” I grinned rising up from the couch now. “Gayle is my homie though.” I added.
 
I wasn’t sure what to tell her. I didn’t have all the fancy details as to what kind of research Gayle and her buddies were actually doing here. I wasn’t even sure if I was the only wolf here. “To be fair, I don’t know exactly what is going on beyond these four walls. I don’t know what they are planning…but are you okay?” I sized her up suddenly remembering the short cute girl was actually completely naked, I didn’t want to be fucking rude but damn it was a task not to look.
 
You could tell by the bright glow in her eyes that she was a Warlord, it’s like she wanted to warn me into not fucking with her. However, as always, I could care less what she is I will still fuck with her anyways. I wasn’t being a narcissist or anything, I just am unapologetically my damn self.
 

“Well if you’re really that curious why don’t you stick around and find out?” I smirked, she was definitely flirting with me so she most somewhat like what she sees. She’s already got all her clothes off so my hard work is done. It’s like an open invitation, one I morally couldn't take, or else I would have R.S.V.P'd.“Yup, looks like it. Seriously though If you’re not planning on putting on some type of clothes we have a huge problem.” I walked away and grabbed a neat white blanket from the foot of the bed. I began to unfold it while I walked back in her direction and tossed it to her, half scared she’d attack me and half scared I’d regret being a gentleman right about now. "Here."

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Lilith Alysbury | Wolf; Warlord/Battlelord

Posted on Thu Mar 30, 2017 12:02 am

Huh? Took one deep breath in, tilting my nose slightly into the air like it was going to help me smell him better. Right. Pacific Wolf. Now I didn’t feel so bad for not getting whatever pop culture reference he was using. Only Pacific wolves had an exuberant about of time to watch movies, television shows and play video games. All while completely trolleyed usually. I wasn’t a complete Nanna when it came to media but when the fuck did I really get to sit down and watch anything? Could be an idea actually. Hole up in the Onyx’s living room in a blanket cave and grab the free start up month of Netflix. If only the Alpha would be one to Netflix and chill. Gah, needed to waste my thoughts out with industrial grade soap.

“Gayle is your homie?” Saying ‘homie’ made me feel retarded but it was the lingo he had chosen. Was Gayle also my homie? Since I had just wolfed back her blood like it was just another shot of vodka at the bar? What a fucked way to start a….yeah no, couldn’t even bring myself to even remotely consider a Fanger as a…see, I couldn’t even use the word while thinking about her. That letter was just fucked. I was crazy but not fucking batshit enough to pair up with someone who was going to constantly look at me like I was a buffet. Anyway, we didn’t need her help. I didn’t need her help. That blood was nice though….

My brain was at war. One side was telling me that what he was doing here, where I was exactly and what Gayle wanted should be my main focus. The demon on my opposite shoulder wore fishnets, stiletto heels and had a dirty expression on her face though. She was terribly distracting. “Am I okay? I’m not but neither are you if you’re buddying up with a Fang.” Taking the sheet because I was given no choice but to, I shook it out and peered at it curiously.

“Are you suggesting we turn this into a toga party? Or is there something about this…” I did a little twirl, fully exposing the blood stains all across my side from exploded Fanger. “…that is unsettling?” How long exactly had he been in here that the sight of a naked wolf would make him uncomfortable? Really I could reflect the sentiments because though walking amongst the various birthday suits of the pack would have normally not been anything to sing home about. More often than not now I had found myself sneaking a peak lower than was acceptable.

Balling the sheet up in my hands I tossed it at him. “I’ve got more problems than a country music singer, so I’m not bothered by having another one.” Smirking I lifted my arms over my head and pouted. “Since you’re the one with the issue, you can be the one to fix it. Think of it as re-wrapping a present.” Why anyone is their right mind would so that I had no idea. Unless of course, they had gotten some god awful Christmas socks with reindeer on them, or underwear with days of the week emblazoned on the waistband.

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