- - - blood and bones! ( open. )

[Gwendolyn Beaumont]

Putting her wet nose to the ground, a vicious snarl left her lips at the scent of the enemy. Threat. Hunt. Kill. Were the only thoughts running through her lupine brain. She was purely a wild animal at this point with close to one thousand years spent only in wolf form. She hunted her own kind along with any other non-normal beings - vampires, lycans, hybrids, oracles, along with any other human with any ability that did not belong. She was the sole cause of the missing people and vicious killings in the world. If she had been more then an animal then she would have found it disappointing no one had figured it out yet, but since she was she did not think about anything like that. She merely ate, slept, excreted, and hunted the non-human things of the world. All of their scents declaring 'threat' in her wolf mind. She stalked through the city without bothering to hide in the shadows or anywhere else. She wanted everyone to see her. The wolf wanted everyone to know the grim reaper was here and mercy was not going to be given.

She had picked up the scent of a lycan the second she left her den for the day. He was running. She could smell the fear. It sent a sick thrill through her. She loved the hunt. The chasing, the tearing limb from limb, the blood, the screams... Oh yes. This was going to be a good day. She trotted through the city, following his trail with her expert senses. It didn't take long to come upon the underground railroad. She descended into the pits of the abyss, letting the darkness engulf her. He was stupid to think he could loose her in here. The overwhelming odor of filth did little to confuse her senses. No one ever expected her to be a thousand years old. No one expected she was probably the oldest lycan in the world. No one expected she had multiple centuries of experience. She swiftlessly made her way through the filth and rubble before spotting the lycan - in human form - dropping down onto the tracks. Kill.

Without hesitation the firey auburn coloured wolf ran at full pelt towards the tracks before leaping at the last second. Her jaws were wide open before clamping down on the lycan's neck. He hadn't seen her coming. He had been too distracted by escaping. He landed with a thud on the tracks, his body no doubt suffering pain due to where he landed, whilst Gwen landed on top of the male standing upon his weak chest. No muscles. Definately not a fighter. A youngster. A pup. Disgust rose in her throat before she snapped the head off the male like breaking a matchstick. Letting go of the neck, spitting it out, she glanced down at the body with disgust. Shaking her head she grabbed the body by the arm and with phenominal strength leapt up onto the platform with the body. She then went back for the head before going back onto the platform. She didn't want any train to be in an accident because of the body. There could be normal humans on board it. Leaving the body dumped on the platform she lifted her head to inhale the scents around her, looking for the scent of her next prey.

[Georgiana Dimitriou]

Georgiana looked around the dark street with a worried look on her face. She had caught the scent of a lycan nearby and minutes later she caught the scent of another lycan. Georgiana hadn't smelled two lycans that close in contact to each other as well as her in a few months. Georgiana was automatically in high alert. She didn't like lycans, she had never liked them and her duty as a Lieutenant was to protect the council, especially from vampires.


Georgiana came upon the Under Ground Railroad and she hesitated by the opening. She would be one vampire faced with two lycans, but it was something she had handled many times before. She was a middle aged vampire and she knew a lot more than her elders imagined her to. Georgiana felt for her holsters in order to remind herself that her guns were loaded with silver bullets.


George hadn't been near the Under Ground Railroad in a while, she had no need to. Most of the time her work kept her with the Council. Georgiana wandered around in the dark tunnels until she caught the lycans' scents once more. Georgiana didn't really know the demeanor of either of the lycans and she wouldn't until she caught up to them.


Georgiana stopped when she heard a commotion and then the sound of someone falling on the tracks. She picked up her pace until she was running. She came to the dimly lit platform. Georgiana surveyed the edge of the platform as if she was waiting for one of the lycans to pop over the edge and come at her. She reached one hand up across her chest and settled it on the handle of one of her guns. She heard the loud snap of breaking bones and the wet ripping of skin. Georgiana winced and her pupils widened as the smell of blood filled the tunnel.


Georgiana backed up a few steps and waited, for what, she wasn't exactly sure. She could sense that now she was alone with one lycan now. Whether that was better than two or not, George wasn't sure. She wouldn't be up against two lycans but obviously one of the lycans was out for the other.


Her thoughts were interrupted when a lycan lept up onto the platform, dragging the body of the second lycan with it. Then the creature disappeared and quickly reappeared with a head. Georgiana straightened up and let out a low, warning snarl. It was cruel to kill your own kind, and despite the fact that she was a vampire, she felt for the dead lycan. She had killed plenty of people in her lifetime, some of which were vampires, but she didn't just kill a vampire to get rid of them, there was always a reason and to this day she still felt some remorse.