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Post by Vaughn Meyer on Aug 15, 2017 20:15:00 GMT
Vaughn had lost control. Which, wasn't uncommon for the wolf. But tonight, it had landed him in a vicious altercation with another in the pack. His opponent wound up running away, and it left Vaughn growling after him, prepared to follow. In the depths of the night at Central Park, there was enough privacy. But a throbbing pain hindered the wolf from following his instinct to run after him. Instead, he found himself turning, not yet ready to but the physical exertion of his body was making his emotions a bit weaker. The anger forcefully ebbing away. And when he was back in human form, he understood why. There was a gash on his lower chest, under and diagonal from the one that his brother had caused when he attacked him.
Vaughn looked at the blood coming out of it, groaning, and trying to gain the strength to move. A shadow figure in the distance was approaching which only further prompted him, scrambling to something -- anything -- he could find to conceal himself. The best he could do was move behind a tree, resting his back against it and out of sight from the other. But he knew he had already been seen. His ragged breathing was enough o fa give away. "Get the hell away from me!" He demanded. It was either someone from the pack, or someone who wanted to help. Vaughn did not want to deal with either.
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Koby
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Post by Rafael Giveslight on Aug 24, 2017 0:36:48 GMT
 - GIVESLIGHT - "It is our responsibility, not our burden, to be champions" Rafael walked with purpose, his long black coat billowing out within his wake. He'd been taking a coffee break at the hole in the wall shop down the street when a Nixie girl relayed to him news about a wolf fight in the park. Typically Shadowhunters had no issue letting the wolves sort themselves out, but the girl mentioned one looked injured and wild which prompted Rafael to choke down the rest of his coffee and head back out into the night. His footsteps slowed when he came across the fresh trail of blood that lead around a curve and behind a tree. Get the hell away from me!Rafael didn't pause, his stoic face never changed, he simply carried his broad frame towards the bloody mess that lay slumped against a tree. He didn't make attempt to touch the man, but the gash he was bleeding from was a hard sight. Instead he merely spoke to him in a mild mannered tone. "Do you have a pack? Who is your alpha and I will have them come get you."
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