Operation Werewolf (RP IC, Sign Ups Still Open)

[kevin]

The man kept crawling until he heard something. He looked up to see Robert in his wolf form staring right at him. The man assumed it was one of the werewolves that had been attacking. He leveled his pistol at Robert aiming to gun him down while he had the chance.

[Donnellson86]

Robert(Werewolf)

Robert continued to stare at the man. He was unsure what was in his hand. He cocked his head and lowered one of his ears in a quizzical fashion. He didn't want to leave, he wanted to know why this man was so familiar.

(OOC: I'll leave you to react to Goc's roar)

[kevin]

When the roar went out, both the man and Robert looked up, like many others still alive. Robert looked back at the man, the man looked back at Robert, locking eyes. The man leveled his pistol again to kill him, pulled the trigger, and nothing happened, he was out of ammo. The man shouts "Damn it all!" before throwing his pistol away and stared at Robert, believing his end was near.

(OCC: If you've got something planned Don, please do it)

[Donnellson86]

Robert(Werewolf)

Robert didn't like the look in the man's eyes when he pointed the thing at him. When the soldier threw it away the look in the man's eyes told a different story. He knew that this man wouldn't last long out here alone. He walked over to the wounded man and dragged him to a large tree. He then sat down, knowing that the wounded man was safer. This would also allow his primitive mind to try to figure out why this scent was familiar.

(OOC: I think that will do it for the night.)

[kevin]

The man sat against the tree, confused, scared, with adrenaline pumping and breathing fast. He wondered what was in store for him, and whether or not he'd live to see tomorrow, let alone see his home again.

Meanwhile, with Albert, his rifle ammo ran out and he was forced to go back to the ground with a tommy gun from a dead comdrade, drum magazine still full of silver rounds. He sees the titanic fight with Gavriel and Stevenlet. He decides to help and fires a few pop shots at Stevenlet.

[Basitin warrior]

Ryan had made his way to the edge of the town and came up to another soldier and asked, "How many more of these [censored] beasts are there?" The man turned around and said, "I'm not sure but it looks like we are getting the best of them. It looks like your out of ammo here take my extra mag." Ryan took it and loaded his empty submachine gun. Then hearing more gun fire he turned and saw Albert firing at another werewolf. Ryan was about to run over to him when he heard something behind him and turning around he saw the man who just gave him ammo was missing his head. As the body fell to the ground the head dropped from the roof above. Ryan quickly turned around but the werewolf jumped down to fast and Ryan was just able to get his gun in between him and the beast. With both hands he pushed as hard as he could barely holding the werewolf far enough away the snapping jaws wouldn't tear his throat out. Then with one quick motion Ryan rolled to the side as the animal lunged foward, pulled out his silver knife, and with a blind stab hit the werewolf in the eye. It didn't go deep enough to kill it though and in a blind rage the werewolf swung at ryan knocking his gun away and then raised up and let out an aweful roar. Still on the ground with his gun knocked away Ryan yelled out, "Albert shoot it!!!!!!"

[darktimes]

Joe doesn't know where he is. his mind is pumped by adrenaline and the pain in his arms and hand stab his brain with their signals. he gritted his teeth and staggers forward. he put the now three fingered hand under his armpit to put pressure on the bleeding. it doesn't help much, he's soaking in blood and his vision is getting blurry. if he doesn't stop the bleeding he'll die here, alone..

where is here anyway? after His close encounter with ... with a werewolf. no use denying it. everything he has been taught and logic dictated was now flawed.... BAH! not the time, not enough blood.. Joe's in the forest, and right now leans heavily breathing on a tree. he sinks down, drops the BAR he dragged along, and starts to rip his already ripped uniform into stripes. he has to bandage the wound. Joe doesn't want to think about all the stuff still in it, the dirt and... whatever Werewolfs have in their spit..
will he turn, be a werewolf? heh, again a useless question. he'll die first, and if he doesn't he won't care about that detail. back to reality. you're alone, in a dark forest, weak, bleeding and absentminded, possibly hunted by werewolves and moving away from other people.
or not? Joe couldn't believe his eyes as he sees a werewolf drag a wounded fellow soldier like him to a tree. not to finish him, but to help.
Joe's world view shifts again. it was childish to assume every werewolf is out to get him. however, it is strange that the werewolf didn't notice him. especially now, while he's soaking in so much blood he would make a tampon jealous. joe giggles. then realizes what happens and bangs his head against the bark. hard. stay focused!
it was funny. but this [censored] is FUBAR and Joe realizes he needs to get his act together.

[Azulu]

Light.

A little speck of light, up in the black sky...

*pant, pant, pant...*

A filthy, pale hand, a girls hand, reached up for the ladder of the sewer. She had to get up.
But she was so tired...

*pant... pant...*

She pulled herself up, legs shivering in her thorn pants. A suspicious bump was at the backside, and if you'd look closely, you would swear it moved. The simple sweater that she had stolen was too big for her, and her favorite t-shirt was thorn at the upper part. It had enough stretch just to enclose her chest. Short, blond hair was sticking to her face, and an old baseball cap hid away her blue eyes.
She grabbed the next bar. She was almost there... She could hear voices...

The grate in the middle of the street was shoved open. She crawled out, tired and covered in filth. She kept laying there, on her side, panting on and on, until she would catch her breath.

[mullac]

Alan had been on the front line that was posted not far from the town, but after the wolfs first started there murderous rampage and the number of men had decreased rapidly they found them self’s fighting on the streets of the town in the centre of the chaos. The men had broken off into small squads as they enter the town, but they did not do this by choice. The wolves were smart enough and had heard them off and separated them, making them easier to be picked off. Even thought a good number of wolves had been dispatched there still seemed to be an over whelming number. Alan’s first thought of just a couple of wolves had been destroyed and now he thought that it must have been a testing ground but he mind was too preoccupied to worry about why the wolves where there and more on killing the beasts. The men around him had started to bolt down the street trying to find more men. Alan followed them but as he did so one of the beasts jumped off a roof top landing in front of him cutting him and two other off. They raised their weapons and fired, but the beast was too quick and dashed into the man on Alan’s right. Knocking Alan and the man to the ground before the wolf started mauling the man. The third man was reloading frantically looked at the beast. Alan s weapon was out of reach so he grabbed his dagger out of it sheath. The wolf looked up at the man as he finally clicked a mag into his submachine gun and stood on its hind legs, the beast eyes were full of rage and blood lust. The beast roared and was about to charge at the man but Alan lunged at it. He lunged on its back driving the dagger to its spinal cord. He beast’s legs gave way and he fell to the side hitting the ground. Alan did the ground hard as he jumped off. The man handed Alan his Bren gun and they continued to sprit to catch up with the main body of the force.

((If there are anymistakes which i think there will be tell me and I'll change it asap))

[kevin]

When Ryan cried out the way he did Albert wheeled around to see the beast over Ryan. He fired off a quick burst into the beast, striking it in the chest and abdomine, causing it to fall dead, almost crushing Ryan in the process. Albert then looked around and a strange sight caught his eye, a girl in torn clothes lying on the ground near an open sewer entrance. He runs over to her and asks her Dear god, are you a'ight ma'am?

(OCC: the girl obviously enough is Azulu's character)

[Basitin warrior]

It took a few minutes but Ryan was able to crawl out from under the dead werewolf. Then he pulled out his silver knife from the dead beast and put it back into its place. He looked around and found his gun about ten feet away. After he grabbed it he walked over to Albert and said, "Thanks alot for the help sir. We should try and....." He was cut off when he saw the women on the ground and then continued, "holy [censored]. Do you think she is one of them?"

[Azulu]

Mary tried to look up at Albert, the tiredness clearly in her voice. "Does it look like... I'm alright..." she muttered, pushing herself up. With a numb look in her eyes, she scanned her surroundings. Her eyes fell on Ryan, then sniffed. "At least my hearing is still fine." she grunted. Her accent was typical American... but what would an American girl be doing here, all alone, exhausted as if she'd ran for miles and miles? She pulled the baseball cap further over her head, holding the ridge as she looked around again. "Wow... I see you've been busy..." Mary quickly turned her gaze back to Albert. "You're no Nazi's, are you? I heard some have been pretty good at changing their accents lately..." she asked carefully... if these people, whoever they are, would know what had been done to her down there, they'd kill her for sure. She didn't denied anything... but she wouldn't agree, either. At least, until she was sure she could trust these folks.

[Donnellson86]

Robert(Werewolf)

He was snapped out of his musings by a sudden noise at the edge of the clearing. He sniffed the air and filled his nose with the scent of human and werewolf blood. He was leary but decided to investigate the source. He didn't want to leave his wounded curiosity, though. He kept one of his ears on the soldier he was watching and one on the source of the smell.

[kevin]

Albert had answered Mary's question saying Nah ma'am, we're the real deal. We ain't no nazis. That was when Gavriel finished off the head werewolf. When Gavriel came over, collapsed, and said of what he had just done, Albert told him Good job Gavriel, maybe now the rest of the [censored] will lose the will to fight and run with their tails between their legs.

Mean while, with Robert, when Robert looked off into the woods for a moment and cocked his ears around after sniffing the air, the wounded soldier with him wondered if there was anyone, or anything, out there. So he hollered out "Hey! Anybody out there?!"

[darktimes]

Joe could hear someone shouting in english, it was the wounded soldier. he mobilizes his remaining strength and gets up, using the tree as a crook. he started to slowly walk into the clearing, in the moonlight. his expression warped by pain and his entire figure covered in dark blood. "Yes." he moaned out, and nearly collapsed. however, his unwounded hand is firm on the grip of his m1911 colt pistol, ready to pump that werewolf full with silver if he made the wrong move.

but he wasn't sure if he could do it. he's weak.