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I was a teenage werewolf - Peregrine Redhawk - October 08, 2015

I know neither of our previous threads in HW is concluded yet so hopefully we're alive enough to drop by for another visit. <__>

He was back—with reinforcements. Well, just the one. Peregrine turned his head sideways to better focus on his grown son. He grinned. Sure, there was part of him that worried for his boy's health and safety. The larger part of him knew that @Nightjar was one hell of a force to reckon with. He had already heckled these idiots on his own and now it was time for some father/son bonding time. They would terrorize these stupid squatters together.

The Alpha led the way into Haunted Wood, walking with a sure gait, his head and tail held high. He motioned for Nightjar to follow suit as he hiked his leg against a tree, watering it copiously and leaving his pungent scent markers over theirs. He didn't begrudge these wolves their right to a piece of land. They were welcome to settle just about anywhere else. But if they were too stubborn and arrogant to relocate, Peregrine, Nightjar and the rest of the caldera's members would happily remove them by force.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - RIP Leo - October 08, 2015

Through the forest the little boy walked. This time without a happiness. All of his happiness had been drained by a terrible thing. Fear. Something, no, someone was watching him. He could hear the voice of evil ringing through his ears.


As he walked through the woods, they laughed at him. Mocking him by saying he was weak, that he would never be a prince if he was such a weak link. The only thing Leo could do was cry, silently begging for them to leave him alone.

His prayers were answered, for the voices disappeared when a familiar scent flowed through the air. It was those Caldera wolves again. Why did they have to come back? How much the lion boy hated it here.

He followed the scent, which led him to the pair. One was Peregrine, while the other he hadn't a clue. "Uh, you shouldn't be here..., he said in a raspy voice, worn down from crying.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - Peregrine Redhawk - October 19, 2015

I don't want this to get too outdated, so I'm going to pretend NJ ran off into the woods for the moment. :P

He knew their presence would draw attention. Peregrine wasn't wrong. He kept roving forward and in only a matter of minutes, he crossed paths with one of those idiots. It was the little one, Leo. There appeared to be tears streaked on his face. This gave the swarthy Alpha pause. Fearing that his son would attack, he turned to tell Nightjar to stand down, only to realize the other wolf must have gone scouting in a different direction at some point. He couldn't be far.

Turning back toward Leo and favoring the boy with the right side of his face, Peregrine narrowed his eyes. "Wrong," he said bluntly. "You shouldn't be here. Your parents are shitstains and you're going to have to pay for their idiocy..." he threatened, taking a step toward the young cub.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - RIP Leo - October 19, 2015

The midnight colored wolf did something to make the other go away, something Leo could not see. Well at least there was only one now. These wolves were starting to creep him out, alot. They seemed to be everywhere now and it made him uneasy. Why couldn't they just leave them alone and go domind their own buisness?

 When Peregrine stepped forward, he stepped back, ears straight forward. He didn't want to get into a scuffle with this weird guy. His words were as weird as his actions to. Leo cocked his head to the side, a questioning look in his eyes. "What is a shistain? Is that a word from a weird language or something?" His parents were careful not to curse in frong of him, so he had know idea what Peregrine meant. "Vous êtes un loup douteuse, he said in his mother's language, thinking maybe he would know. "Pouvez-vous parler ma langue?", Leo asked, wanting to make sure.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - Peregrine Redhawk - October 19, 2015

Never in his life had Peregrine attacked the young of his own kind, unless he counted the day when his adult daughter had forced his hand. But this was the moron's spawn (or so he assumed) and there was no easier way to make them pay than to go after their young. It would really prove a point too. He wouldn't have to kill the pup, just hurt him.

While the whelp babbled in French, Peregrine lunged, snapping his jaws in the neighborhood of the cub's left ear. He would tear it to ribbons if he could. Hopefully the pup would prove smarter than the adults around here and flee after that.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - RIP Leo - November 02, 2015

Leo let out a fearful yip as the male almost bit at his face. Luckily Burke's dodging lessons had paid off, and the lion was able to slide underneath the bigger male.

He did not hesitate after that. The creamy boy bolted through Peregrine's legs, making a beeline for a safe place. Unfortunately, he wasn't the best at running. The youngster slipped and fell several times, slowing him down.

As he ran, the boy managed to slip and fall inside a hole, just big enough for a pup. Leo looked up at the entrance, grey orbs full of fear. It was dark down here and his little demon friends may be creeping up from inside. He could already here the cries of their voices. He'd rather have Peregrine get him then those things.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - Peregrine Redhawk - November 02, 2015

The pup let out an earsplitting yip, then dodged beneath Peregrine's feet. Had he just been outmaneuvered by a pup? Snarling in surprise and frustration, the Alpha wolf whirled. The whelp was fleeing as he'd hoped and he could have let him go. But he wanted to leave a mark on the boy if he could. It was brutal and cruel of him but it would send a strong message to the boy's parents. Besides, letting the puppy get away unscathed was unthinkable; what kind of Warden was he if a baby could escape him?

He gave pursuit, staying hot on the child's heels. When he suddenly vanished, Peregrine put on the brakes and circled back, brow furrowed in confusion. He quickly found the hole where Leo had tumbled. It was much to small for him, though the dark wolf thrust his muzzle as deep as he could manage (quite likely not deep enough) and snapped his teeth, hoping to catch an ear, a snout, a paw, a tail—any appendage which he could grasp and yank the pup back out of hiding.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - RIP Leo - November 03, 2015

The youngsters eyes fearfully stared into the darkness. His gaze switched from that to the snout thrusting towards him. He managed to dodge the fangs a few times, though the last couple of times the male managed to rip skin and fur from his chest.

Leo wanted Peregrine to go away. This was too much for him to handle. Why did he have to be the only pup that was a target? He snapped at the man's nose until he heard those voices. You fool!, they hissed, The man before shalt tear you apart if you retailate. Stay away from the fangs and he will not get your blood. So he did. Leo scooted in the small corner of the hole, making his body small to avoid the teeth.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - Peregrine Redhawk - November 04, 2015

He felt the very tips of his teeth brush against flesh and fur, yet the pup scrambled deeper into the little burrow, removing himself from reach. Peregrine made a last few attempts, then withdrew and began frantically digging at the earth around the hole. Unfortunately, there was a lot of clay present in the soil here. He could make progress but it would take hours of strenuous effort.

He snarled under his breath, drool flinging from his bared fangs. It wounded the Alpha's pride, knowing an enemy's pup had escaped him untouched. In fact, it boiled his blood. Peregrine more or less raged just outside of the whelp's hiding spot for a solid thirty seconds before collecting himself and taking a step back to fall onto his haunches.

"I'll wait you out, you little shit," he promised with a deep growl.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - RIP Leo - November 14, 2015

When Peregrine started to dig into the hole, Leo curled into a tighter ball, eyes clamped shut. Some of the dirt that fell onto his form got inhaled, which made him sneeze. Oh, why couldn't this scary wolf go? Why was he always the victim of these attacks? Because you're weaker than Peridot and Baldur, a voice told him. His own voice.

It wasn't getting any better either. Leo could hear the booming words drop from the wolf's maw. Wait him out? How long was he going to be stuck here. Leo peered up at the light from the hole, seeing the dark fur of Peregrine. "Go away," he squeaked, mostly for his owners to hear. By now he was shaking from fear and shock. It was a miracle to get away from the beast, but now he was in another pickle.

A few minutes past of silence. The lion boy's eyes were still locked onto the hole. There had to be a way for him to escape. Leo lifted himself slightly from the ground ears folded back. "You better leave before my mom and dad get to you!" he said. Voice was still shaking, but louder than before. "They'll tear you apart when they come! Then you'll regret this!" Maybe he could scare the big bad wolf away? "They'll call all the others. Then you're as good as dead."

There was a pause to his words, and idea forming in his little head. He remembered Lusa telling him how to call others. A howl was what it was called. If he howled now, maybe the wolf would be smart enough to leave. He lifted his head, letting out a strong wolf song. At least that was his vision. It was quite a pathetic call, but still loud enough for anyone within short range to hear.


RE: I was a teenage werewolf - Peregrine Redhawk - November 14, 2015

A shaky voice called, "Go away," from down inside the hole. Peregrine's ear flicked and he leered without moving. Truthfully, he wasn't planning on sticking around very long. It aggravated him that the pup would go unscathed, yet it wasn't worth his time. In fact, he climbed back onto his feet, ears folded and teeth bared as he prepared to walk away.

The pup's small voice stopped him before he had gone more than four steps. The swarthy wolf turned and stormed back toward the hole, his anger building again at the pup's mouthy threats. He knew he couldn't get at him any more than before, so what he did instead was position himself over the hole, hike a leg into the air and piss right into it. His back then humped as he balanced over it, defecating furiously into the makeshift latrine.

With a final snort, Peregrine righted himself and trotted toward the woods' edge, collecting Nightjar on the way and heading home to the caldera.