Upon hearing the sounds of footsteps cracking by stepping on the pebbles scattered over the ground, the Captain stopped in his tracks to turn his head towards his follower.
She stopped shooting before her clips even had the opportunity to empty. Her eyes were engrossed with watching the transformation and revival of a lost limb, and it seemed like her trigger fingers had become automatic until they too were stilled in shock. So focused on him she was, that the bullets that crackled against the pillar held no gracious announcement that could possibly cause her to even glance away as the emerald hues traced his acrobatics with inhuman attachment. Heinkel moved back from the expanding debris and particles that invaded the air and cruelly obstructed her vision.
When those around her cringed at the mist of destruction to their precious building and adverted their eyes, she stared in growing mortification. In the extensive years of her job – across the scape of the one and only earth they had, never had she lain eyes on what she had the pleasure of witnessing. With the sight of the wispy fur and glimmering claws, suddenly so much made sense. Normally a woman of action, Wolfe instead stood there dumbly and numbly, eyebrows raised far past the rim of her thick shades that did little to nothing in making her revolt and appall discreet.
Had she ever considered that to be what the intruder harbored beneath his mortal façade, their combative effort would have been much different.
Yet with ammo low, and her comrades falling around her, there was little she could do, being placed under so many restrictions. Both sacrifice and loss were on her side, and when the number of the dead quickly outnumbered the living, her mind clawed desperately for strategy to defend a church that was not meant to be a weapons stronghold in the first place. She had been there by chance that day – unfortunate to command those who were not under her division, not nearly as knowledgeable as those she spent time around. Unfortunate to be so grossly unprepared.
Doggard in her ways, Heinkel held her ground. Those the Captain landed near seemed too stupidly terrified to attempt to shoot, and scampered the opposite directions in their effort to escape the hopelessness that was facing the beast – the so few of them. The RPG had been abandoned by the man that rested in the demon’s unearthly maws. Her reaction speeds, as inhuman as they were, did nothing to match the creature’s. She discarded the use of weaponry by slipping the pistols back into their respective holsters, and pulling a lengthy fourteen inch blade from a secure compartment on her leg tucked in the boot, shrugging off the duster that would only make her efforts defective.
The men who died by her watch no longer became loss; they were sacrifice. She observed each of their petty efforts, knowing very well it would be completely fruitless to advise them otherwise. The once-quiet halls rang with their yells and curses of disbelief. The gun-slinger took a position that declared she had no intent of turning tail with the apparent inevitability of never making it, and held the blade in proper hand – as well as she could remember to. Her guns were nothing but fruitless wastes of ammo she could have better uses for, more strategic uses. While her breath escaped her ragged, and the blade shook at the end of her hold, her eyes remained transfixed on the slaughter before her eyes until she was left stand-alone and with little honest hope of the back-up she had requested.
One by one the soldiers fell to the beasts gluttonous maw as their limbs were send flying through the room like a dog shaking a rag doll around. The cracking of bones had become the new undertone to the screams that had been an orchestral of gunshots before. No one dared to fire now and if they did, they ended up with the white canine’s attention which meant immediate death. These soldiers were trained to kill vampires not werewolves. No one had seen a werewolf in centuries it was only logical that required preparation wasn’t given.
The Captain rose his giant skull, a limp human dangling between his jaws as he gave a snort, causing pale smoke to escape his nostrils before he lowered his head again to stare directly at Heinkel. As if he could smell her uncertainty and to add to it - he crushed the soldiers body while he had captured her gaze. Rips breaking apart before arms and legs twisted painfully until the body disappeared inside that hellhole of giant fangs.
The blood that dripped from his teeth splashed around in small droplets as the wolf gave a bark that caused the church walls to shake and the remaining soldiers to cower underneath the dead bodies on the ground. But no matter how gruesome and terrifying the sight of a slaughtering werewolf was, this one single priestess remained where she was. The gun in her hand shaking - yet not dropping. The wolf’s eyes rolled to the side to stare at the blade in her hand - a hint of silver hanging in the air. The smell caused chaps to pull back and bare fangs, twitching with a deep growl before even the last coward was wiped out and as the last priest body was hanging between his fangs, the captain turned back to his human self - still holding the human’s neck between his teeth.
His stoic stare didn’t even leave him in feral moments like this and once the body was dropped to the ground with a thudding noise, he made his way over to the lone survivor who was now surrounded by the tainted holiness of her church. One of his guns grabbed as he unlocked the safety while he moved closer with every, long step - until he stopped right in front of her.
Another place where he is unwelcome. His eyes droop a little and a sigh escapes.
"Then maybe, I should leave you to the hunters coming into your forest, from the north."
He followed the other’s glance, raising his nose into the air a bit. He was right, there were hunters coming and he had realized that even before Hans did. The Werewolf gave the other a stoic stare before he changed back into a wolf without saying another word.
Her head lowered, letting her stomach ache in its overwhelming emptiness that was almost familial in nature at this quarter of her life. Upon starving days she roamed after the Captain, the silent statue of requited grace, he was silent in nature as she, and found his simple gestures dubious at most. One muted character was hard enough to conceive, but a pair of ‘glubbing’ fish did not make good conversation. Nameless followed without an utterance of sound besides the grumbling of her gut which fell upon the deft ears of a war dog.
Her dark eyes lowered, not daring look up at him, but not out of fear of a brutal punishment, but out of the spiteful nature that she held towards any authority. She had brandished her broken fangs at him, attempted her freedom, but his bullish nature of obedience was stronger than her childish form. Though, no matter the odds, she would continue her displays of rebellion, may they be conceived through fear or hate. It mattered not to her.
The whelp passed through the dark entryway, eyes finally razing from the starkly fused floor tiles to the darkness ahead. What horrors did he intend to inflict? As of yet, the girl had been safe from any savagery from the seemingly ‘gentle’ giant, but even as his action showed his niceties, there was understanding that this beast of the man could will to crush as easily as he could will to pat.
Despite the lack of visible responses on the Captain’s features - he was wary the stubborn pub. It was natural that she wouldn’t work like a perfectly oiled clockwork from the very beginning. That was what he was there for - to make sure she became a working clockwork to be part of the entire machine. To begin, she would have to go through a soldiers training - a private training to begin with before she would have to be able to endure more and more.
His steps carried him deeper and deeper into the building and it seemed like the deeper they walked, the darker it became, thanks to the lack of windows. But by pushing open a single door, light flooded the halls. The door lead to a giant field behind the building, a training ground made for soldiers. The Captain turned his head to look at her, take in her expression at the sight before he made his way over to the parkour. A typical one with muddy fields, barb wire and walls to climb..
Around this training ground were some of the vampire soldiers, either sitting and talking or training. Most of them training their aim since their stamina didn’t seem to lack any power anyway. All of their eyes were quickly on the whelp. Amused faces baring vampiric fangs, some even laughing at the gnome that was waddling beside the Captain.
Moon ripples across the cloudy sky like a silent hurricane whispering of events that had transpired. London was deathly cold, with sprinkles falling from the low hung clouds itching to unleash a storm.
The crack of thunder rolls across the city with a resentful crash, drowning the faint weeps that left the lone figure in shambles. The scent of blood grew stronger with the essence of rain, telling the tale of death snooping about. It searched for the source in silence, beckoning it to become closer.. but fading.. sensing it was not yet time.
Blood smears took up a few blocks. The area was relatively vacant of people, populated more by the fringes of the city goers - drug dealers, prostitutes and the like. But even they would not venture this place after the explosive display. None had to see what had happened. That instinctive sense to flee and stay away had saved lives that night.
However a particular ginger haired werewolf was left in the gutter. Her clothing was shredded, with gnawed upon limbs and back, bruises, cuts, and various other wounds ranging from deep and exposing, to shallow and dismissed. Every breath was left a wheeze, sharply inhaling as her broken body struggles to crawl; struggles to find help.
Abby… was completely helpless. Her body was coated top to bottle in bruises, and blood. Her eyebrow was partly caved in and her eye completely swollen shut. What wounds she had sustained during battle had healed mostly, but those afflicted after she had lost were severe enough that she could hardly move. Even to breathe was like inhaling razors.
Smears of crimson and the way it sprayed across the ground said she was not in this place by choice. She was struck down, kicked, and sent skidding along the ground. Her cheek rests against the ground with drops of scarlet falling from her lips, eyes half-lidded, searching disoriented.. ready to simply die..
The rain grows heavier, soaking her bloody, shaking form, waiting for death to take her..
But death alone was not lurking. The scent of fresh blood and the faintest hint of a whimper from the lone werewolf had draw other unwelcome guests. The need for her blood came as no surprise as the vampires, a good dozen of them, crept closer with an ever growing caution and awareness for their surroundings. They wanted to taste that rare werewolf blood, and enjoy the chemical effects it had on their minds and bodies. That undeniable high that would send them into a place beyond anything they could imagine. Indeed.. they hunger for her life..
The scent of fresh werewolf blood and canine whimpering did not only attract vampire’s but also another creature far from being a vampire. The Captain was standing on top of a building, staring down at what was left of a great battle. Debris and dust now caressing the corpses that were left scattered on the ground. These fallen soldiers were not the Captains concern though. He had caught whiff of a scent far more interesting and followed it until this very point where the source of the smell had to be somewhere underneath the ruins or between left over buildings.
His eyes dropped as he saw the crawling shadows moving over big, stony plates that had once been path of the ground, now smashed into a pile. They were heading into one specific direction, an alleyway that would leave no escape but the only entrance it held.
Once the shadows had crawled into the dark alley, the Captain pushed himself off the roof top. His body became white mist in the air and soundless he dashed down towards - what appeared to be five vampires cornering a big canine that seemed out cold.
In mid air, his body took form before he slammed his feet down onto the ground, the impact causing the earth to shatter, intimidating the vampires quite a lot and causing them to jump back.
Once facing the creatures, the Captain took a fighting stance, resting his weight on both legs to be properly balanced out. Then he went for the kill. Ripping apart one vampire after another - the silhouette of his body twisting as a shadow of his changing form, ripping the vampire shadows apart as if they were puppets. Blood colored the entire alley and as the last one was stuck between Hans’ strong digits, the last sound was the sound of the Captains hand thrusting into the Vampire’s chest and ripping his heart clean out.
The putrid organ was tossed aside before his head swiveled to the side, looking at the female wolf he had just protected. For what reason? He couldn’t tell. He simply had felt the urge to do so.
So he made his way over to check on her.
There was a flowing sense of triumph from the time the trigger clicked to the explosive connection and the tearing of flesh and shattered bone that Heinkel keyed on in with the anticipation of holding her breath. She observed as a line of pleased smiles broke out among those who collected around the massive weapon and further along the sides where the scant survivors took cover to await further instruction. She found it desponding that they were all so pleased over a successful hit on just one of the monster’s limbs that seemed to cause decent enough damage compared to any of the firearms they had tried against him. Having watched him press a blessed bullet from his body, Wolfe was half expecting another arm to spring out to replace the lost one. There was only so much the morale of those around her could take at that point in time, and even she was growing impatient with their lack of resources. The name of the man who told them to hold their ground no matter what was only uttered in contempt under her breath and laced with profanity.
His devotion to remaining utterly devoid of emotion snagged at her conscience. She tried to place a finger on just what was wrong with the being rather than what the being was. Even vampires showcased pain and agony, of which she had a peculiar enjoyment to seeing. When she caught side of the unearthly red glow that was trained on her, she could have sworn her blood ran cold. Precious seconds were wasted in her locked physical state, and a greater part of mind was urging her to turn the other way and run with the sheer ferocity of that stare.
Of course, she was not going to do that. She unholstered the dual pistols she had recovered in her brief absence, taking that moment of his injury to duck out from behind the pillar, and fire off as many explosive-tipped rounds that she could in those seconds after the successful impact, prompting with high hope that her seconds frozen in place with the stare she had to break from were not detrimental to providing herself the opportunity of getting better shots in. She almost expected to be lunged at in any of those moments that seemed to slow.
The caused damage on the Captain’s body obviously got the priest’s hopes up, proven by the sight of light smiles and the sound of slowing heartbeats. But Hans was merely taking his time, slowly straightening his stance and taking a look at the limb he had lost. Blazing, crimson hues turned back towards the pillars where he expected the entire force to blow their entire ammunition into the Captain but instead he was granted with a few seconds of silence. Far enough to recover what he had just lost. He could already feel muscles and skin beginning to grow, slowly stretching over bones growing from the stump like branches on a tree.
His eyelids gave a barely visible twitch at Heinkel who had been the first to continue an attack, instead of basking in the victory of actually causing some damage to their enemy. With newly found vigor her bullets shot towards Hans who was faster this time and jumped out of the way. He twisted his body in the air and kicked one of the ivory pillars so that her bullets would hit the falling pillar instead of him.
The impact of it hitting the ground and the shooting caused dust to get tossed into the air and filled the air with artificial fog that caused the soldiers to cough and the sight to grow rather blurry until the white particles had settled to the ground, revealing the Captain standing on top of the fallen pillar with his arm now recovering in seconds.
Instead of human skin though, white fur began to stretch over the newly formed limb along with claws breaking their way through human bones. The white fur grew not only on his hands but also on his face which began to change in shape. A feral silhouette growing on the wall where the Captains shadow was moving, fangs growing out of his mouth along with ears slowly becoming bigger and breaking through the layer of white hair.
As he rose his head during this transformation, a deep growl escaped his throat and within seconds, the man’s face was gone and all that was left was a wolf like creature, standing there like a human but yet so inhuman in its entirety.
It was time for a counter attack. Strong limbs pushed themselves off the pillar, causing it to break as the wolf landed behind enemy lines once more, catching one soldier with his fangs and another with giant claws.
Abby leans back lazily along a brick wall with an audible yawn, staring up at the waning moon high above. It always felt more tiring during this phase for the werewolf. Could just be psychological, though. Pushing off the wall, the redhead stretches and shoves her hands in her pocket to begin walking. Been forever since she saw any others like her.. Was she the last one? Part of her hoped not.. part of her wanted to be.. Part of her yearned to find someone.. just one more.. so she wasn't alone.
The Captain was making his way down the street on which’s top the giant building of a town hall rested with the swastika symbol blazing from the dark walls. He had left the building’s ground, now almost like a commoner, he made his way through the empty streets as he caught the scent of something rather surprising. Something he hadn’t smelled in ages..
To this he stopped in his movements, listening to the sound of light footeps coming his way from the street around the corner.
There was a strange sense of something.. fierce in the woman he was seeing now compared to the human he had seen. Or rather, the human exterior of the she wolf.
With three surrounding her, a wild smile spreads across her lips watching the trio with a calculative gaze boring into them relentlessly. Her movements were rapid when she finally made her move, reaching forward to grip the throat of one vampire with claws piercing behind the trachea and ripping backwards to expose the innards of the creature’s throat.
A shot was fired off, piercing through her torso at close range sending a spray of blood from her form. The gush of crimson from the vampire she was assaulting was even more so, grabbing the struggling creature by the face and using him as something of a limp club as she swings him around and slams the vampire downward over the head of the other.
A vile snap would fill the air as the one on top would feel his neck break and his flesh tear decapitating him upon impact. The other lays dizzily across the ground, before feeling her boot plant harshly against her chest. Abby reaches down and snarls into the creature’s face before grabbing onto the vampire’s arms and yanking to rip them free.
Feeling blood splatter from behind her, she turns slightly with a wild glow in her feral orbs, observing him tear the creature down like it were nothing more than a bug. The ginger wolf slides her tongue along her muzzle slowly before simply stomping her boot down on the vampire’s head, crushing it under the force instantly.
Abby turns towards him, shaking slightly as if to shake off some pent up energy before moving in closer. Her nose lifts, nuzzling it against the underside of his chin if he’d allow, whimpering ever so softly. She had a couple bullets in her, but she didn’t seem worried.
Her tongue slides free to lick against his muzzle showing submission towards the Alpha, while also filled with an affection of someone who’d just finished a successful hunt.
Dropping the last vampire corpse by parting his jaws, he gave a loud snort, sniffing in the air as if to assure that every, living vampire was eliminated. The only scent that was left now, was rotting blood and the scent of a certain, ginger she wolf around him. As he turned his head back he watched her kill the last remaining vampire who meet its end with one last hiss. She had done good. A successful hunt indeed.
The gestures of licking and nuzzling meant more than they seemed to the human eye. Hans snorted once again and returned a lick with his bloody tongue over her snout - then he rose his head, parting his fangs and giving a bark that caused the trees to shiver and the snow to get blown over the ground a little.
For seconds, it was silent before a thundering sound appeared from above them. Behind pale clouds a giant blimp appeared, blocking the moonlight from the two wolves.
Hans looked at her, out of deep crimson eyes he stared into hers for a while before his wolf shape began to fade, leaving the stoic human behind who picked up the cap he had lost. All he gave her for their battle, was a nod of appreciation before he jumped off the ground, back into the blimp in the form of a while blur.
"Collecting herbs." He lightly shakes the herbs of basket. No need to know everything else, everything will come in time. "Who, are you.” His current form requiring energy in order to maintain, his form changes again to something weaker. The power in his new form, much more weaker.
“Is this your territory?” He speaks in German the rest of the way, having knew that speaking in any other language would be terrible.”
He looked at the basket once more, of course he wasn’t believing him. A creature like him wouldn’t stroll through a werewolf forest with nothing but herbs in mind. With a supsicous tilt of his head, he decided to play along for now. “Hans und dieser Wald gehört mir und meinem Rudel." He replied in a stoic voice. "Es ist gefährlich hier für deines gleichen, du solltest verschwinden.”