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The Light and the Dark in the Soul (Anaeria and razerwing)

Finally, someone had given a dress to the nude woman, although Boyd was surprised when she didn't know how to put it on. He was even more surprised when she turned to him for help. A gentle flush of red tinted his cheeks, and a few of the people who had climbed over the barricades snickered, earning a deadly glare from the relatively young cop. "Well, the hole on top is where you put your head, and the other holes are for your arms." He tilted his head, watching her struggle for a bit before deciding to step in and help. His hands nimbly guided the cloth over her head, letting the fabric flutter down. Amazingly, it fit her rather nicely. Maybe this was a dress the old woman had when she was younger. But, at least she was no longer nude. He could focus now, without risking losing his thoughts.

"Thank you for uh...... putting on the dress." A few more brief chuckles, which were instantly stopped as the man turned to shoot dagger-filled stares at them. "Now, back to business I guess. About your wolves. I have no doubt they have quite a bit of experience fighting these..... these creatures we'll be heading up against. That being said, would you be against us pairing units with them? It would be effective first of all. The wolves would give out warning and help us track them down, and then we could kill them from a distance. And hell, if the wolves are friends with the people, I'd say they'd be safer then they'd be in an underground bunker." A few of the other people nodded agreement, watching as the female SWAT played with the pup. And to think that the thing still had some growing to do. Just looking at the one rolling around in the grass made Boyd feel sorry for who ever threatened them. And then the sudden image of these canines wandering down the street beside policemen popped into his head. It might just be enough to lower crime rates. By alot too, not just a little.

Well, it seemed he'd just have to push harder for this. And the pups seemed playful enough. Maybe it would work like a regular dog, although from the looks of it, possibly much more intelligent. Oh, he'd really have to push it.
 
Imalia looked down at the odd cloth that now covered her body, turning this way and that as she considered the soft, deep coloured fabric that actually felt rather pleasant as it fluttered about her legs. Turning back to Boyd when he began to talk more about matters pertaining to the wolves the woman tilted her head and considered allowing the animals to help in the search for the Rathgnarls, then nodded in agreement since she had no true arguments against it. "That will work out quite well I suppose. I hold a telepathic link with the animals once they are born and throughout their lives, so keeping tabs on them all is a simple enough matter. However....you must request the wolves' aid directly from the Grandfather, he is the one who is a...commander, elder...uhm..." Searching for the words fruitlessly as she struggled to explain the wolf's status so that the humans could understand, the Unician let out a huff of annoyance "Your language is annoying." Before she turned to the forest, drew in a deep breath, and whistled shrilly.

The pups who were playing turned towards her immediately, ears up and pricked forwards while the elder wolf, the one who was the most fit and thus considered the packs' boss when not at the Dens did as well. The entire side of the forest went silent when she called, and then the trees....shifted. For lack of a better word, they moved without seeming too, the earth around them not even rippling the slightest bit as an enormous wolf stepped out of the treeline. Old indeed, the beast was three times larger than the largest wolf in the clearing and was obviously ancient, black fur thin and scarred, his muzzle scarred as well, ears bitten and one eye missing amidst a mass of scar tissue that made the animal look vicious, though his one good eye was a beautiful saphire blue. Turning to Boyd, Imalia smiled cheerily and waved to catch the animals' attention and as the huge beast padded over silently and looked down at her she spoke "Grandfather is as old as I am, he was a pup when the Forest was Sealed away and we survived together....he's nearing his End Time though and doesn't hunt much anymore, but he knows how to run the pack best and knows their personalities as well so if you speak with him he can match your...your units with the right wolf. Is that alright Grandfather?" Looking up and having to crane her neck to see the large animals' face properly, she turned in a circle when the wolf nodded decisively and then backed off in order to lay down as well in the sunshine, letting the much smaller pups romp and play around his old hide and even inviting some of the humans to come closer while he snoozed.

"He's the biggest animal in the Forest, besides Anaeron, and the drake doesn't really leave his cave anymore so he won't be much help really....uhmm...I could ask the pixies to help...it might keep them out of trouble more...." Sinking into thoughts, and not even noticing that some of the SWAT people had fully come over the line and were now playing with the pups as well, though not with as much abandon as the woman officer who was now wrestling with her chosen wolf pup and having a great time. Moving now to begin to pace, the black haired beauty frowned thoughtfully and then looked at the sky, horribly tired now but not quite willing to deal with going to sleep just yet what with the sun so brilliant and warm on her skin after too long in the misty realm of the Dark Space. "Perhaps...no, the Haries are too stupid to take orders well...." The faint sound of some large bird overhead stopped her in her tracks, and all of the animals, herself included, looked up to see a rather strange looking bird come into view over the buildings and the treeline itself. It was a news helicopter, and the only reason that Imalia didn't send it plummeting out of the sky in fright was that she spotted a human woman nearly hanging out of the thing and her promise kept her from doing so, though she rather hurriedly backed up and hid behind Boyd, pointing over his shoulder, since it was something from his world and had humans and she couldn't attack it since it had the humans, which frustrated her to no end by the way. "What in the Nine Hells is THAT?!"
 
Boyd chuckled at the girl's view on his language. Annoying? Only if you didn't know how to speak it. "General. The word you're looking for is General. And, I think I might just do that, although I think Fernandes found hers already." The scene brought a smile to his lips, but it only lasted a few seconds. He had business to finish. He needed to figure out what was going to happen. Slowly, he turned to the huge wolf now laying in the grass, letting the sun bake his fur. He didn't know exactly how to approach this. Should he just talk or was this more of a telepathic thing, like what Imalia could do. He had noticed it too, when her lips hadn't been moving. He wasn't stupid.

Just as he reached the wolf, a news helicopter flew by, hovering for a little bit over the forest, sending Imalia into a panic as she hid behind him. "Calm down, calm down! Jesus! It's a helicopter, it ain't gunna kill ya. Just take a deep breath hun." Man, he'd have to be careful with this girl. Wouldn't want to set her off. "More specifically, it's a news helicopter. A flying machine that carries people. They are...... they're curious, and they're getting information to show the entire world. Guess your arrival goes global." He wasn't sure how he felt about that. Something put her in this Dark Space, something powerful. And from the way she acted when he first met her, he was guessing that whatever had put her out was still here.

If any one had told him a week before that magic existed, he'd have laughed in their faces. Had anyone told him that a giant forest was going to drop out of the sky filled with huge, magical creatures he would have laughed at them and threatened to have them put in an asylum. But, here it was, staring him in the face. Ancient creatures, animals that seemed to have magical properties, a forest that came out of nowhere. Just thinking about thinking about it gave him a headache. "Listen, Imalia, you have to understand something. Not everything is out to kill you. If something was going to take a shot at you, you'd know okay? I'd make sure you know. I can't exactly have you dieing on me now can I?" He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood a little bit. Seriously, if she went off into that unicorn form of hers, he could say bye-bye to that dress, and hello to trying not to look at the body hidden underneath.
 
Glaring at the helicopter suspiciously as Boyd reassured her it wasn't out to offer harm, she slid out from behind him slowly and peered up at it for a moment as the wolves, hearing and understanding Boyd entirely, huffed in annoyance before going back to playing. "I do not mind people knowing of my existence....but that...helicopter...is rather frightening..." Still uncertain, she huffed her own version of annoyance before she shook her head and then watched as the news crew circled the clearing, the woman within the chopper talking excitedly into some kind of black stick. The blades of the giant metal bird were whirling too loudly for her to hear the woman, and to be honest Imalia didn't really care about it now that she knew it wasn't dangerous, and then turned to look at Boyd, feeling rather lost still when he asked if he couldn't let her die. "....I suppose you could if you wanted to, but then you'd end up in trouble....and the wolves would eat you....and everyone else they could find before they died." Taking his teasing seriously for a moment, she then grinned cheerily and laughed. "No, they wouldn't though they'd certainly lose focus and probably bite more often if I did die. They're much too smart to allow a break in a telepathic link to hinder them for long."

The ancient wolf lifted his head then and looked at Boyd silently, the helicopter more like an annoying buzz to his old ears, ears which twitched and dislodged a pixie from the tip where it had been sitting. Fluttering down, it alighted on Imalia's palm and began to chitter excitedly to her, the tiny winged being looking like a cross between a human, a dragonfly and a beanstalk in miniature as it capered about on her hand. Meanwhile the wolf regarded Boyd and then yawned and spoke ~"You are a capable being, for a human. I will follow your instructions and give you wolves ready to fight and hunt, in return you or someone you know can find me a Shaman from the Old World. My time to die is getting near, and I do not wish to go without speaking of my journeys."~ The male wolf's mind speech was ancient indeed, wiser seeming than Imalia's own and much more tired as he considered the small humans and his pack mate with two legs. Imalia, having listened in on the conversation, smiled slightly as she listened to the pixie chatter, then twitched when she felt another life form above her suddenly come into being. Within moments her wolves were agressive as a horrific stench flooded the air, the pup with the female officer, Fernandes, covering the woman protectively and baring his teeth as four tall, heavily muscled Rathgnarls hit the helicopter hard, sending it spinning into the nearest building with a hideous screech of metal and burning chunks that rained down on wolves and humans alike.

Letting out a snarl of her own, Imalia nearly shifted right then and there, then remembered her dress and struggled to get out of it as the disgusting beasts landed heavily on the green grass, looking like living, breathing, reeking gargoyles. The biggest of the group had a scar on his chest in the shape of a scar, and he cackled shrilly as he dove for the woman struggling to get out of the dress, thick claws extended to tear into her. One of the wolves got in his way however, a beautifule female with thick fur raised in thick ridges along her neck and back. His claws tore into the animals' side and he threw her aside like garbage within seconds before he was after Imalia again, who'd somehow managed to get her head stuck in the arm of the damned dress. Hearing the yelp as the wolf was thrown aside, Imalia snarled and ripped the dress in her anger, the fabric tearing as she shifted, getting partially unicorn, a strange anthropomorph of human and unicorn, before the rathgnarl was on her, the other three having gone for the humans, wanting a blood fest. "Get Off me you filthy SHAKSHEERATH!"
 
"I wasn't being serious hun. It's a thing we humans have developed over our years of existence. It's called sarcasm. Very useful in certain times. Although I have to admit..... being eaten by these guys isn't on my list of things-to-do." When the wolf spoke to him, he took a step back. The creature certainly did sound wise and much older then the girl standing behind him. He was almost sorry for saying what he had to, but he said it any way. "I'm not sure we have any Shamans from the Old World. But then again, I didn't think an entire forest would plop down in the middle of New York either. Thanks for the compliment though." At least the wolf had manners. The pup was still playing with Fernandes, who had taken her helmet off to bury her face in the fur. It was softer then it looked. The female cop couldn't help but let out a yelp of joy as the pup bowled her over.

"Those two definitely seem to be getting along. And thanks for giving me permission to have your wolves help us out. I'll do my best not to let them get killed." He almost chuckled to himself. He was definitely taking this whole situation very well. At least, he thought he was handling it very well. The pixie alighted on Imalia's hand was kind of cute, but it's chitter was way to fast for him to even hope to pick up on it. It sounded very happy about something though. Excited, although he couldn't exactly tell if they were always like that, or if something really good was happening. With a shrug, he decided that he'd ask Imalia later about it. They could trade info. She could teach him about her world, and he could teach her about his. Sounded fair. When the wolves started to show aggressiveness though, Boyd's mind instantly went to the worst. Were they attacking his guys? Was Fernandes about to kick the bucket?

The foul stench hit him like a Mac truck, sending him reeling back, coughing. "Jesus Christ! What the he-" Before he could even ask the question he got his answer. Four of the creatures the Unician had shown them earlier smashed into the circling news chopper, sending it spiralling into the side of the building, raining chunks of molten metal and body parts on the people below. "Son of a BITCH! Everyone, lethal rounds, full auto NOW!" It didn't take long. The teams were well trained, and in the time they had been here, more had come. There were now 10 SWAT teams total, along with about 5 police units. All of which were armed, either with shotguns, pistols, or fully automatic sub machine guns. By the time the creatures touched down, they were ready. "I want every one of these fuckers dead! If they so much as twitch after you shoot them, shoot them some more! You know where to hit!" As the three Rathgnarls made their advances, they were met with heavy resistance, bullets seeming to hit every square inch of their bodies. One's head snapped back, a hole through the middle of his face from a well placed shot. Fernandes and her wolf started advancing, the woman having a shotgun and raining bullets on the offenders.

And yet they kept coming. "Goddamnit people! Focus your fire on their hearts!" One of them approached Boyd, ready to tear into flesh. He simply grinned, smashing the stock of his rifle across the monster's muzzle, sending it back a few feet before leveling his gun at it's chest and blowing the flesh from the front right out it's back. Laying on the ground behind the creature was a beating muscle. The heart. The creature looked down at the hole in it's chest and roared, dashing at the cop again. Fire from a squad behind him cut him down, piercing the second heart, causing the foul beast to collapse at the officer's feet. One down, three to go. Everyone so far had been holding out remarkably well, yelling out orders, directing fire, keeping their attackers back by the sheer force and amount of gunfire. When Boyd heard a scream behind him though, he turned. One of those things were on Imalia, who had shifted only half-way before the thing reached her. With adrenaline pumping thickly through his veins, he did the only thing he could do. He jumped on the thing's back, bringing his arms around his neck, catching it in a crushing chokehold. When that failed to affect it, he moved one hand to reach at the pistol on his belt. Two shots were all he'd need to be able to end this. This seemed to be their commander, and if you severed the head, the body would follow.
 
Imalia shrieked in a mix of pain and rage as the things talons tore into her side, cutting deep and hard. The sudden extra weight of having Boyd leap onto its back were a blessing however, and she finally got her horn to form, though it was shorter than she'd have in her fully changed form. Stabbing it deep, she flattened her hands against the things' chest as it tore into her other side viciously and sent a shockwave through the things' body, her magic just strong enough for that pulse before she managed to scramble out from under it to let Boyd do his work.

The shockwave that she'd sent through the thing froze it, locking it's muscles into place in a defensive burst of energy that only targetted the Rathgnarl itself, leaving the humans to do as they wished to it. Cursing herself inwardly for wrecking the dress that had been given to her in good faith, and her foolishness in not simply expending a bit of extra energy to dissolve the dress while shifting so she could wear it again upon returning to her human form, Imalia panted for breath roughly as she pressed her hands to her sides, coming away bloody. Hissing in her breath, several wolves having paired off with some of the more adventurous humans, she finished her transformation and then collapsed, blood streaming from the six daggerlike wounds in her sides, though thankfully her ribs had blocked the worst of the damage that the things' claws could do so it would be considered a flesh wound more than anything.

Her blood was silver, streaking her body as she sank to her knees in the thick grass, the elder wolf coming up and guarding her, as he had done many times before. The Grandfather wolf searched the skies for other Rathgnarls, his teeth bared though he had been too slow to aid in the others' taking down of the four beasts. Watching Boyd as he dealt with the Rathgnarl proved to her that he could be a very good alliance...perhaps a perfect one if things went well. Already her wounds were beginning to heal slowly, but she was exhausted and the magic used to change herself and put that pulse through the Rathgnarl had taken up much of her energy, too much perhaps.

The wolf with Fernandes howled in glee as the Rathgnarls went down one after the other, his fur still up and bristling but his tail wagging as he looked at the human he'd made friends with. Living in the now, the wolves weren't very good at remembering past faults or prejudices, or even wounding, so once he saw the human man taking care of the final stinky beast, the pup leaned into Fernandes lightly, careful to not bowl her over this time as he requested a scratch behind the ears.
 
Boyd went down with the creature, the weight of his gear and his body combining, just enough for him to be able to hear a few satisfying snaps. The beast was dead. There was no denying that. The others soon followed, the streets covered in dark, stinking red blood. After a quick head count, the policeman was relieved to find that none of his teams had any casualties. Everyone was accounted for. Fernandes laughed a little, leaning on the wolf as much as it was leaning on her, scratching it lovingly behind the ears. These canines were definitely tough, and they could handle themselves pretty well too. And they were playful, and even though they were big, Fernandes thought they were kinda cute.

It was only when the big wolf...... Grandfather wolf stood up and growled at the sky did he get the feeling something was wrong. In a flash, an EMT was by Boyd's side. "These guys will help fix her up big boy. Just back up a few feet, they need space to work." Strange, the wounds, deep as they were, were healing over already. Much faster then normal, but not fast enough to stop the bleeding. The EMT's only paused for a second at the sight of silver blood, but they forced through it and started doing what they had to. In a few minutes, they had the bleeding stopped, the wounds sewn up and cleaned. The strong smell of alcohol and disinfectant permeated the air. "Rise and shine Imalia. Sorry to disturb your beauty sleep, but one of your wolves are hurt. Bad. I don't have any vets on hand. You got anything in that magical forest of yours that can help it out?"

The wolf was laying on it's side, the other side sporting three deep gashes. Crimson liquid soaked the asphalt it lay on, and Fernandes and her wolf were by it's side, the wolf pup nuzzling it, the woman gently patting it's head, whispering words of encouragement. It looked bad. So far, besides Imalia, they had only had two casualties, so it wasn't a loss. But the objective for any commander in most battles is to have the least amount of casualties.
 
Holding still as the human healers put needle and thread to her wounds in a rather barbaric version of a Seal-Flesh spell, Imalia shuddered once as she felt her flesh healing around the threads that helped to stop the bleeding and then struggled to her feet when Boyd mentioned the other wolf. The one that was injured and lay dying slowly, wounds already going septic. The Unician was lucky in that aspect, her blood held the magic needed to purify and expel the toxins within the Rathgnarls' talons and claws naturally, without her magics needed directly, and she moved slowly, aching and bloody herself as she generally was when fighting with the winged beasts. Her hooves chimed, even on the thick grass, now stained and red as it was with the blood of the Rathgnarl, their stinking corpses laying in the dirt and torn weeds until she passed, then began to sink into the ground underneath the grasses and flowers, decaying forcibly by her magic alone and being drawn into the earth to be used as food for the plants that grew and became thicker over where their bodies had lain. ~"I can heal her....she is a good wolf, and a kind mother to her pups."~ Stopping beside Fernandes, the unicorn looked at the woman silently for a moment then closed her eyes and laid her horn against the gashes on the female wolfs' side.

At first, nothing happened, and the young wolf pup with the human woman whined anxiously before burying his furry head under the officers' arm seeking more comfort. Then Imalia's horn started to glow. It wasn't bright, as it would be if she were at full strength and uninjured herself, but it was plenty bright enough to be noticed by others and the glow in the sunlight was pure golden colour. It was rich, and if it had had a flavour it would have been sunshine and fresh air in an untouched field, or clear, crisp dawn on the top of a mountain after a long hike. It wasn't so much a taste as a sensation, and the black bile that slid from the injured animals' side was grotesque in comparison, although it left red flesh and blood behind free of infection, a glimpse of that only before the flesh healed up as well, leaving healthy pink skin visible. It occured within minutes really, and the Unicians' horn faded in it's glow long before it was finished, leaving the claw marks visible and hairless, though the wolf had no trouble with that in the slightest and slowly rolled onto her belly and huffed a grateful thank you as Imalia's equine form dissolved, leaving her naked once more and paler than she had been previously. "I can do that so long as the person isn't...isn't too close to...death."

A headache pulsed between her eyes, a clear warning that she had used too much of her power too quickly over the course of the day, and she longed for her safe, comfortable clearing and it's cool waters. Turning her head to peer at Boyd again she looked down at herself for a moment then met his eyes with a faint smile, uttering "Sorry I broke the dress....it was really...pretty..." Before she passed out, collapsing entirely. Her stitches had shrunk with her body, the blood having faded as she'd shifted forms to a smaller, more energy compact form, and the wounds were already nearly healed except for the flesh and a bit of muscle underneath. Grandfather wolf huffed and then spoke in mild amusement. ~"She will be alright....rest is generally the best route for her when she has overused her abilities....and frightening as she can be sometimes, she is still a young female in her species' life span, so she does not always have the best of control over her emotions. Do you have any pallets for her to sleep on? I doubt she would mind sleeping here, but it is rather uncomfortable when a bed is available."~ His tone was amused as he considered the pup and his mother, the previously injured wolf, who were nudging and greeting each other, the mother wolf licking her pups' ears much to the pups' dismay. The female wolf then turned to look at the human woman whom her child had gotten attached to and nudged her lightly with her nose as well before she nodded slightly and turned to head for a quieter, sunny spot to rest a while. Healings, any and all, tended to take from the bodies' natural resources as well as the energy of the healer, so she would need to hunt after she napped.

A pixie, not the same one as had arrived before to skitter around her hand, zipped out of nowhere then and hovered, more or less, in front of the face of one of the male SWAT team officers, chittering quietly in curiosity now that the danger appeared to be over, and one of the fluffy looking squirrel things popped over the barricade and approached another police officer cautiously, bushy tail twitchy every few seconds, large ears flicking to catch every sound. Grandfather nodded to the small, friendly creatures and announced gently ~"The forest animals, those with less cruel means of survival, are entirely willing to aid in the discovery, if not removal, of the Rathgnarls. None of the beasts within the Forest enjoy the company of the creatures, and with the possibility of them breeding faster they are all the more willing to be of help."~ His tail wagged once and then settled around his hind quarters as the great beast yawned, then looked to the skies again after a moment. ~"Perhaps even the Griphons will be eager to help this time around, proud though they are."~
 
When the mother wolf stood up, Boyd smiled, although he just barely managed to catch Imalia before she hit the asphalt. He chuckled lightly, leaning the sleeping girl on his shoulder, nodding at the big wolf. "Right now, I think anything that can hurt will help. As long as they kill the Rat-bat's and not my guys, we should be fine. But between you and me Wolfie, I got a bad feeling about this. A real bad feeling about this." The officer shook his head, running a hand through his short hair. "Today we were lucky. Only two were hurt. But what happens if there are more then four? What do we do if these guys get bigger, badder?" Boyd shrugged, looking up to the sky.

"I don't like the thoughts I'm having. These bastards could destroy my world. They could destroy everything." He shook his head, looking at the sky, his expression falling. "Listen, before all this, I didn't believe in this crap. Now, I'm figuring out shit that I thought wasn't real is actually really real and really dangerous. Now, I'm not suggesting anything, but humans are very violent when they are threatened, so, be warned. I just don't want any friendlies getting shot. Casualties are suppose to be low, non-existant if possible. So, watch yourself." With a forced grin, he turned, nodding to the other officers and, with a slight limp, started to walk away. His house wasn't very far.

He couldn't let the girl out of his sight. His guys seemed good enough, but as bad as this may sound, he didn't exactly trust all of them. He knew there was the possibility that a few could be corrupt. And God knows what could happen to Imalia if she was left alone. He couldn't be sure, but it seemed that she trusted him more then anyone else. If she woke up in a strange place, without a familiar face to assure her, it could send her into a panic, and result in a few more deaths. The thought sent a small shudder down his spine. No more deaths, he couldn't have anybody else die.
 
A few hours later, Imalia woke up in a strange place, on a strange thing that was both soft and harder. "Nn..." Opening her eyes slowly, she shivered slightly in sudden fear before she caught, and recognized, the scent of the human she'd been helping/fighting/talking with over the last few hours, and she sat bolt upright on the bed. Looking around hurriedly, she paused and rubbed at her eyes before she shuddered slightly at the unfamiliar surroundings.

"Where....?" Looking around, she took note of the room she was in and sniffed the air gently, sorting through the strange scents as she did so. The Grandfather wolf in the meantime had helped to sort a good third of the pack into units of humans, his two legged Unician being taken care of well enough by the human male he figured. He knew in his ancient mind that the humans weren't all horrible, and that this one was honourable enough when it was meritted.

Now he was resting, overseeing a tall, electrified fence being installed by a few crews of humans who were helping to ensure that no one without authorization entered his Home, the Forest. Smiling He then looked down as a small group fhumans, called apparently 'Tourists' came closer to him tentatively, clicking odd looking boxes at him and his pack, several humans roughousing with the smaller pups of the pack while human and wolf mothers alike looked on with equal measures of wariness and acceptance...and amusement in the cases of some. Fernandes had been placed in charge of a unit of fighters as well and was introducing pack to human and establishing fairly good relationships so far.

Grandfather was grateful that the humans with the flashy black clicker-boxes and the loud noises were gone now, and he was quite content to lounge in the sun until a smal tug at his tail hairs got his attention. A small human child-pup was clinging to his tail and laughing, then squealed in delight when he flicked the very tip and flopped the fluffy brush down onto the little ones' lap while the wolf went to sleep resolutely.
 
The cop was in the kitchen, making a pot of coffee and some scrambled eggs. He didn't know exactly how to cook alot. He'd been fine licing off of eggs and bacon, but now he had a guest and he was slightly worried. With a small sigh he added some pepper onto the eggs, and when he heard stirring on the couch he chuckled lightly, bringing her a plate of food and a cup of coffee. "Well, hi there sleepy-head. Hope you enjoyed your nap. Fernandes is overseeing the construction of a fence around your Forest, no one will be getting in without our permission. And since I can see you're wondering where you are, well, you are at my house." The room was relatively neat, a small bookshelf hovering over the TV. The walls were bare except for a few pictures of a dog.


Fernandes was busy introducing the wolf pups to the human tourists, waving at them as they left. When she heard childish laughter coming from the Grandfather wolf's spot, she turned slowly, grinning at the kid. "Heh, you certainly seem to be a gentle soul Grandpa. How long have you been alive, if you don't mind my asking. Patience normally comes with age. And you sure are patient." The female shrugged, tilting her head, studying the wolf as he dozed. He seemed peaceful, nevermind the child playing with the fluffy looking tail. Fernandes sighed, shaking her head as he looked back at the new canine force. She thought they'd be all right if those flying gargoyle bastards decided to attack them again.
 
~"I am older than this civilization Miss Fernandes, over a thousand years if my guess is correct. However, it appears that time within the Dark Space is slightly distorted, so it could be less time, or more in this realm. I have learned much patience indeed however, I helped to raise the young Unician female named Imalia....I suppose her gentler side comes from me."~ His old voice was kindly, joking and cheerful as he flicked the tip of his tail again to make the child squeal with delight. Already the humans who approached him were speaking in hushed, quiet tones and an old Japanese man and his family bowed low to the wolf, who nodded back once gravely. He was shameless, and painless, as he took information from the minds of those humans around him in order to understand the world that he was in now, the process was faster than thought and hurt no one, and Grandfather only took the basic knowledges, not the memories that were personal to the person in question. It was why he was resting physically. ~"Please pardon me dear, but you seem to be young to be a part of such a stern force of humans....your soul is gentler than your demeanor while within that uniform it seems, excuse me if I have been rude in speaking so, but what was your reason for picking up a weapon?"~

Imalia looked at Boyd as he came into the room, bearing something that smelled delicious on a strange white disk and a mug, that at least she recognized, of something hot and black and bitter smelling. Listening to him speak, she looked out the window nearest to them to discover it was already nearing sunset, and worry spiked through her for an instant before her belly rumbled and she accepted the odd looking egg crumbles. "Thank you....for so much...your home is very comfortable....it's quieter than the street outside...is it alright for us to be here....? Perhaps we should get back-Nn!" Tasting some of the egg as she spoke, not knowing what a fork was or how to use it so she used her finger, the Unician woman stopped mid-sentence with a start as the taste of the scrambled eggs hit her tongue.

In the Forest, eggs had taken on a rather more slimy, bitter taste over the centuries, and she had only eaten them if she were desperate but these....these were wonderful! Picking up a bit more, she looked at the yellow thing in her fingers then tasted it again and almost moaned as the flavour exploded over her tongue once more, pink coming to her cheeks as her eyes lit up.
 
Fernandes turned slightly cold at the mention of her reasons for doing the things she did. "Yeah, I've gotten a lot of that from other people too. But my reasons are....... gorey to be truthful, and I'm not sure that out here in the open would be the best place for me to spill the beans." The lady sighed, shaking her head, regaining her cheery composure before looking out to the sunset. Sunsets down here were beautiful, at least, they were to her. Most other people didn't like them, saying they could be brighter in other places, more fantastic. She couldn't care less, this place was her home, and for that reason, this sunset was the most fantastic sunset in the world. "So, if you don't mind my asking, what was it like before the forest landed in the middle of our city? And what the hell is Dark Space?"

Boyd was surprised. "Uh..... you okay there? They're just eggs, you know that right? Or..... do you not have eggs in that massive chunk of forest?" He raised an eyebrow, setting the mug of coffee on the little table in front of the couch. He plopped himself next to her, rubbing his eyes. To keep himself from focusing on her body rather then her, he flicked on the TV, switching to the hectic news channel.

When he saw the story he started to laugh. The news reporter seemed shocked, talking quickly. Pictures of the forest were hovering to the left of the woman's head. Strangely enough though, there wasn't anything talking about what had occured, and how the news helicopter went down and crashed into a nearby building. Nothing at all. Damnit. This had to be really bad for people to cover it up. With a sigh of resignation, he stood, shaking his head in disappointment. "That's really sad. I hate it when they leave out information." He disappeared back into the kitchen, mumbling quietly to himself as he fixed another plate of eggs and mug of coffee. Then he remembered that the Unician girl probably didn't know what coffee was. "Hey, Imalia, that stuff in the cup is called coffee. A lot of people drink it to either stay up or wake up."
 
Grandfather nodded when the small human female spoke, not fully wishing to disclose her reasons out in the open. ~"That is understandable, and I appologize for making you uncomfortable. I am less polite than I used to be it seems, and more of a busybody apparently as well."~ His mind voice was kind and his eyes smiled when her pup bounced up, a six year old put into a makeshift saddle on his back and squealing with delight much to his mothers' dismay and amusement. Hurrying up the huge wolf and the SWAT woman, she plucked her child off the wolf pups' back and swung him around to her hip with an appology to the wolf and the woman both "I'm sorry, he wan't supposed to use the wolves with the working dog jackets as horses, I'll keep a better eye on him." The wolf pup yipped a happy, careless bark and then grinned as he turned in a circle to inspect his new 'coat', a stretch of orange fabric with a hasty stamp of a canine head and a moon with SWAT stamped in black just underneath it, a special 'badge' for those animals who were working with the SWAT and police officers.

Imalia shook her head and ate some more of the eggs eagerly "No...there's eggs but they're bitter, have no real flavour to them...and chickens died out first ages ago....gods I've missed these sooo much..." Licking her fingers clean once her plate full of eggs was gone, she investigated the coffee thing next, hearing him respond to her unspoken question. She then paused in wonder when a tiny person showed up in a box, talking about her home.

Setting the mug on the table, she was off the couch and in front of the box immediately, hind end and all over naked as she looked over the odd box, looked at Boyd when he came back, then asked, utterly confused "Are these people alright? They're stuck in the box....aren't they cramped?"
 
"I'm not uncomfortable Wolfy, but I'm glad you aren't prying. And don't worry about being polite. You're a huge, old wolf. Nobody expects you to even be able to think." She winked at him, looking over when she heard the squealing of a child. She couldn't help but chuckle at how the woman reacted. "Calm down hun. I don't think the wolves really mind, and they won't eat your kid." The orange coats that the wolves had on gave them a certain amount of cuteness, making Fernandes smile wider then she thought she had ever smiled before. Everyone was so intimidated by them, she guessed they would need some time to adjust. But Her and Boyd seemed to be perfectly at ease with them. As long as you didn't piss them off, or get on their bad sides, they seemed to be pretty playful.

"Heh, glad you like them. That's basically all I know how to cook besides hotdogs and grilled cheese. You uh.... you eat meat right?" He shrugged, walking back out into the living room to find Imalia bent over the TV, inspecting it. "Hey, hey hey hey, calm down. They aren't cramped. They aren't stuck in a box either. It's called a TV. That's the news. People from one place take videos of people in another place, and beam it from there to over here." He thought hard about how to describe it in a way that she'd understand it easier. "Do you have any magic for taking one image and putting it somewhere else?"
 
Grandfather huffed at her comment, not really insulted. He knew he was much smarter and older than wolves on this planet, and was completely okay with that, it had helped him to survive. Nudging the wolf whom the child had glomed onto, he smiled and watched the pup lean into the human mother and then lick her child lightly with a huge doggy grin, careful not to show too many teeth. Other children were imitating the child now with other wolves, watched over more cautiously by their parents on both sides of the species barrier, but everything seemed to work alright and the woman relaxed slowly before setting her little one back down on the ground, where he promptly clambered right back up onto the wolf's back. ~"Keena is a very good pup, very wise for her age though she has yet to learn to speak as I do with others."~ Giving Fernandes the pups' name, Grandfather yawned lightly before he put his head between his paws and soaked in the sunlight some more, eyes closed as he let other children play with his fur and tail, flicking it lightly and slowly much to their glee. The pup turned and nodded when she heard her name being 'spoken' and then yipped lightly in aknowledgement before the kid on her back kicked her sides a little. A small huff, and a gentle nibble of her front teeth to the little ones' knee had him giggling but stopping what he was doing. Children it seemed still understood animals somewhat in this world, a good thing perhaps.

"Yes....I do eat meat, though I prefer grasses and greens more when I can have them, this is quite delicious however." Distracted as she watched the box carefully, her eyes wide as she listened to Boyd speak to her about the way it worked. Most of his explanation went right over her head though; things such as videos and beams and the light were confusing, though when he questioned her about her magic, she had to shake her head. "No...my magic is for tangible uses, healing injuries and impurities, growing plants and controlling them, that is about the extent of my powers, though there are some other uses I have for them, sensory magics mostly, that have come in handy quite often." Tapping the television screen lightly to make sure what he said was true, after a moment Imalia took a seat back on the strange, comfortable seat called a couch and tested it lightly, not noticing that her breasts bounced a little as she bounced on the couch seat lightly. "What is this contraption? It is very...comfortable...and the fabric is soft." Sliding her hand over the couch covering, she smiled at the feel of it against her sensitive fingers, a faint flush coming to her cheeks now that she had eaten food and was curious about almost literally everything.
 
Fernandes grinned, patting one of the passing wolves on the head. "Keena eh? Is that the one that pounced me earlier? She does seem very intelligent. She was glad to see how gentle the wolves were being with the children. With a grin, she turned back to the elder wolf and sat down next to him. "You know, I'd always had a strange belief in something like this. Magical creatures, a battle between good and evil. And of course, some mystical forest where most of it occurred. I just never thought it would actually happen." She shrugged, tilting her head, studying the wolf quietly. "Hey, do all canines like to be scratched behind the ears? I've always wanted to know what they think of that, but since I've never met a dog.... wolf, that could talk."

Boyd chuckled, shaking his head. "So, you aren't completely vegetarian. That's good." He looked down, blushing slightly. He'd never actually heard someone say that his cooking was even near delicious. He couldn't imagine it being so good. Although when she said that she didn't have any magic like that, he shook his head. Fernandes knew more about the occult then he did, she might be able to explain things better. Luckily, she seemed convinced. He'd have to find a better way to explain it to her though. When she sat down on the couch and bounced a little on the seat, he groaned. Realizing what he had done, he looked away, blushing hard, hoping that she didn't hear him. He was relieved when she provided a distraction by asking about the couch. "This contraption isn't really important. It doesn't do much, except provide a more comfortable sitting place then the floor. It's made out of stuff like fur, but fake. And it has cotton, a really soft plant in it too."
 
The wolf pup who had pounced on Fernandes earlier nodded and bumper her head into the human womans hip lightly as she passed with the child, going in circles slowly so the human pups' mother could keep a close eye on them. Grandfather listened to her tell of her beliefs and opened one eyes slowly. ~"You are a wise woman then for your age. It is foolish to discount the magical, even in this humans' world that your kind have created. Keena is the youngest pup to leave the Den, and thus her name means 'Child of Home', she is a good match for you."~ Her question about ear scratches however, caught him off guard, and the old wolf turned to look at her with both eyes, amusement flashing through them. ~"Not all of the canidae breeds enjoy scratches behind their ears, some have more sensitive skin than others, but it is generally a pleasurable thing to have done. Plus, in the wild it is where fleas and ticks seem to gather, so scratching is always a good thing. To have another do it is just considered a bonus actually. Do you humans truly have no mating season? I appologize if that is rude of me to ask, but it has occured to me that there are quite a few humans who are thinking of sex. Some of your teammates especially find you to be a worthy female."~ Curious, the old wolf blinked again and then turned and nudged a little one away who had gotten too close to his claws, large as they were they were also quite sharp, and without fur the human children could get harmed quite easily.

"Oh no, I'm fully omnivorous." Looking at Boyd, whose cheeks were pink, Imalia blinked and then smiled slowly when her bouncing ellicited a quiet groan from him. She didn't act on that however, his scent had changed, apparently her human form was arousing to him somewhat, something she hadn't noticed when she had been protecting her home so fiercely. Now however it was rather obvious by his change in scent, and she felt a moment of self consciousness as well, as if perhaps she should cover herself, then dismissed the thought as she remembered her dress and how it had gotten ruined. "So this is just for sitting on then....and that...Tee-Vee, is for watching things that are far away and hearing what goes on? Amazing....your world is certainly different from mine own....have you eaten and rested as well? I am sorry for being an inconvenience to you." Bouncing a little as she turned on the couch to look at him, she considered his body carefully, the blush that had deeped and the changes to his scent. It was as though he were in heat, something she had to go through four times a year, and the memories of her most recent one flashed through her mind briefly before she banished them. If he were in heat, there were plenty of human females who would want him, surely, correct? "Have you a mate?"
 
The female giggled, nodding at what the grandfather wolf said about Keena and ear scratching. With a grin on her face, she moved closer to the big wolf, sitting down next to him. Just as she was reaching behind his ears however, he asked her about mating seasons. And whether or not humans had them. She looked away, blushing slightly. "Ah.... no, we don't have a mating season. Generally..... it happens whenever anyone wants it to happen. That's why there seems to be so many of us." The question kind of knocked her off balance a little bit, but what got her more was what he said afterwards. About how many of her colleagues found her to be attractive. This only added to the redness on her face. "Really? Heh, that's interesting. I'll have to make sure to tease them now." When she finally got a hold of herself, she sighed, scratching behind his ears like she would any big dog, her nails only having a slight bit of trouble with the thick fur.

He nodded at her explanations. "Yes, this is just for sitting on, and the TV is for watching and hearing things that happen around the world. Among other things." Boyd almost started laughing when she apologized for inconveniencing him. "You aren't inconveniencing me. Outside of work, I don't really have a life. I'm not exactly the...... most interesting............ why are you staring at me?" He got the feeling he was being studied, and vaguely, he wondered if he smelled bad. He'd gotten close to that bat-thing after all, and they smelled horrid, but he'd know if he smelled like that. And then she asked if he had a mate. "A mate? Like a girlfriend, or a........." The red returned to his face and he looked down. "N-no, I don't have a mate." Man, he was feeling awkward.
 
Closing his eyes again as she began to scratch behind his ears Grandfather chuffed lightly in contentment and considered her response for a time before a scent came to him on the wind. From the Forest. There was more than one scent, and his ears flinched slightly as a small pack of smaller, rougher looking wolves slid out of the forest silently. The much larger wolves noticed the scents as well and hackles raised, the pups nudged the humans back slowly, their children with with them. The wolves, led by Keena, became serious as the new wolves showed themselves on top of the stones ringing the Forest, their eyes yellow compared to the nicer Wolves' red ones. Grandfather raised his head, his mental voice quieter, more intense in the minds of those humans who were trained to protect ~"That is Lycanen Pack, they are not Wolf. And Not Human. Is there a way to contact your leader, this Boyd fellow? The Alpha of that pack will only obey Imalia....and a bloodbath is not a very good thing."~ He remained laying down, though his ears were pricked forwards as the largest wolf edged down from the pack on the stones, who waited silently and still as statues but for the wind that ruffled their fur.

The wolf who stepped down was dark brown with faint tinges of deep blue to his fur, a strange combination but one that had proved to be useful in hiding in the darknesses of the Forest. As his four paws hit the ground, the wolf approached the woman closest to him, Fernandes, his head coming to her chest. And then he...changed. Bones cracked and popped, muscles and organs shifted and within a single, fluid moment he was human. Or appeared to be except for the pointed, elven ears and the canine-yellow eyes that regarded the officer coldly, with a deadly calm to them that was just on the border of violence. This was the only way he could speak to someone, and the man was completely...and utterly...naked. Broad across the shoulders, he was trim and muscular, a born predator with hair the same odd colour as his fur, and shaggy over a lean face, and he looked the woman over carefully before returning his odd eyes to hers, a faint growl leaving his chest before he spoke "Tell me where Imalia is human." It wasn't a request.

Imalia smiled as he blushed and stuttered, his scent telling her everything before his cheeks and words had told her. "I am sorry, was that too personal? I do not understand why your scent is embarrassed, it is entirely understandable if you wish not to take a mate, you are still young." Getting up off the couch, she turned to him and bowed quietly, in appology. "I do appologize for making you uncomfortable with my question. You are....highly desirable to me, and I did not wish to impede your relationships with another." An awkward way for her to express her interest in him, yes, and it could be taken so many ways, but she couldn't think of any other way to tell him that his scent was almost...well, addicting. She'd been smelling it almost nonstop since they had met and she found that she enjoyed it more and more, despite her species difference.
 
Fernandes stood as all the wolves tensed up, the mothers getting their children away, the SWAT team pushing all the civilians back and getting their weapons ready. When the new wolves came out, Fernandes grabbed her assault rifle from the ground. All the SWAT people snapped their visors down, the ominous sound of actions being pulled back, safeties being clicked off, even of fresh magazines being loaded into their respective weapons. They had a smaller force then when the Rathgnarls had attacked, many going home because of a shift switch. "Lycanen huh? They can transform into humans and wolves right? I think we can handle them, although I'll get Boyd on the horn." She motioned towards one of the other officers, making a strange hand signal, the man running off to one of the nearby cruisers. Meanwhile, Fernandes witnessed the new wolf leader transform into a human. A nude human. She remained unphased, looking him right in the eyes, her assault rifle strung casually over her shoulder. She fumed at the way he commanded her, flipping her visor up so she could actually look into his eyes. Her eyes were cold and ungiving. "You don't give the orders around here Furball. You can just take a number and sit your furry ass back on that rock you jumped from." There was a slight rustle as guns were readied.

Boyd grinned sheepishly, shaking his head. "No, it wasn't that it was too personal. It was just..... sudden that's all." He looked away, a small smile on his face. Of course, he was planning on saying something, but when she bowed, it only served to add to his blush. And then her comment didn't help anything either. "I haven't had a relationship with anyone since college. I was worried about what would happen if I died on the job." Before he could say anything else, his radio crackled from the kitchen. "Boyd, we got a slight problem down here. Looks like we have werewolves now." Boyd sighed, shaking his head as he stood up. "Imalia, I think I might have some clothes for you. If you don't want to put anything on in case you need to shift, I can understand. I just hope you don't mind my ogling. But we need to get back down to the Forest. Apparently there's wolves that can change into humans and they are trying to cause trouble. My men will hold fire until they make a threat very clearly."
 
Imalia blinked, surprised that the Lycanen, especially Rafael, would show up so soon. He was the cautious sort, for all his strength and cunning and wit. He'd had a crush on her since she'd beaten the shit out of her when he was a youth, and he'd insisted on making her his mate ever since. Something amusing to her but not threatening. She was not even mildly attracted to him, something which made him frustrated beyond belief, but he was loyal, almost rabidly so, and she knew it could come to blows quickly. Looking at Boyd as he mentioned clothing for her, she shook her head quickly and looked around for the exit to the street. "No, you can ride me when we get outside, I do not wish to damage your walls or flooring with my hooves or horn if I shift here. This has been a....a very pleasant interlude. I thank you Boyd, sometime I will have to show you my home." Her voice was kind as she stepped in close to him and touched his arm, the problem at her Forest temporarily forgotten for a moment as, when she touched him, skin to skin, she felt a small frisson of energy shoot up her arm, surprising her, but not unpleasantly. "Can you tell the Officer Fernandes that the Lycanen will not attack unless provoked? They are ten times faster than the Rathgnarls, and won't hesitate to go for children or the weaker in the chains of command. They are more....what is the word....mercenary, when it comes to their fighting."

Rafael raised his eyebrows, slightly surprised when the woman, the human woman, who smelled quite nice if he cared to notice, returned his attitude word for word. Stepping back a pace, he frowned, hating to seem weak in front of his unruly pack of Were-kin. "My ass is quite fine standing up female, where is your alpha? He should be here with you." She was too pretty not to have an alpha with her, mated to her and keeping her safe from harm, and his expression was cold as he questioned her, his words entirely bland though he looked her over again carefully, looking at her weapon, and those aimed at him and his Pack, the other Wolves, not of his pack, eyeing him warily even as Grandfathers' massive head lowered slightly into his field of vision. The old wolf was stern, and his teeth showed, huge and sharp and white, as he growled into the minds of everyone nearby, his presence growing until his almost radiated with power ~"That. Is. Enough. Imalia will be here soon Rafael. So go back to your pack and wait for them. Patiently. Do not make me teach you again who is the lead wolf in the Forest."~ The old wolf had been a pleasant companion before, but his eyes were narrowed as the male alpha Lycanthrope glared at him, teeth bared slightly. Rafael wanted to fight damn badly, and nothing short of Silver could kill him short of dismemberment, not that getting shot at wouldn't hurt like a fucking bitch if he wasn't careful. Growling deep in his throat, he took a step towards Grandfather and then snapped "You do not control everything anymore you three legged Chatchune, you're time is getting closer by the day and you still think it wise to not let another take your place as Imalia's second?" Grandfather huffed at the males' words, then darted his nose forwards and shoved. Rafael went backwards, not because he'd been shoved, but because he'd leapt literally six feet back, nearly back towards the stones where his pack watched silently. Snarling at the old wolf, he got to his feet, ready to fight, his hands turning to claws and fur rippling over his skin until a short, sharp snarl from Keena got his attention. The pup was protecting the human woman and her child from the sidelines, and she slid around the soldiers easily to stand in front of Fernandes, her ruff up and her eyes just as cold as the human womans. Her body language was easy to pick up on; she didn't want the children to witness the blood of his pack being shed. And she was right. Even with his anger towards the Grandfather, he had no wish to terrorize children, human or not, so he crouched down, fur covering him entirely and his body shifting until he was a smooth mixture of wolf and man, fur covering his genitals and the rest of him, tail and ears and muzzle entirely wolf, his eyes watching everything coldly until Imalia arrived.
 
Boyd smiled at her, nodding. "It was very pleasant, although rather awkward on my part. Although, who's Rafael? And why should my men be afraid? If they bleed, we can kill them." The man grinned at her, nodding and jogging to the door, grabbing his weapons and donning his helmet and body armor before opening the door. With one hand, he gestured for Imalia to go out first, figuring he'd be polite, although when she touched his arm, he took a small step back. Energy pulsed around where their skin met, and he wasn't going to deny the fact that it felt nice.

Fernandes raised an eyebrow, shaking his head. "We don't have alpha's here. Unless you didn't know, we are humans." She shrugged, ignoring the way he looked at her. The man came back from the cruiser and whispered into the girl's ear. Fernandes nodded, lowering her gun, the other SWAT's doing the same. Boyd and Imalia were going to be here soon, although as far as the woman was concerned, between the fully armed and armored cops, the wolves, and Grandfather wolf, she was sure that they would be able to take the Lycanens. When she heard Grandpa threaten the one who had talked to her, she broke out laughing, stroking Keena's head and scratching her behind the ears also. She only laughed harder when the wolf-man jumped back, especially after talking shit to the old one. 'Looks like the wise old wolf has some reputation,' she though, wondering if he'd be able to hear. Of course, he heard a few curses and a few groans as the man basically turned into what she knew as an anthro. This brought her into another laughing fit, a few of the group following suite, shaking their heads in amusement. 'Oi, grandpa, this Rafael guy looks like something my people use for..... certain purposes,' she thought to him, managing to control the brunt of her humor. Oh, this was too funny. She'd always wondered what a furry would look like in real life. Now she knew.
 
"Because it's damned near impossible to kill his kind without dismembering him completely or using silver. And last I scented, those bullet things in your guns aren't silver." Her tone grim as the headed for outside. As soon as she was out in the open she became her four legged self, encouraging him to climb on and then taking off for the Forest that she could see a few blocks away. Her magic helped to keep her human companion seated as she literally leapt over cars and people, startling many into ducking uselessly.

The half human animal who watched the humans laugh growled deep in his chest, his lips pulling back to reveal a few rows of very sharp, very deadly teeth. He was far less than amused as the men and women laughing at his care to remain away from the huge old wolf had laughed harder as he had shifted partway into his animal form, better defense and offense. His fur was thick, yes, and he wasn't grotesque in the slightest, but he wasn't some fuzzy little human within a suit either, and as he picked up a solid stone and shattered it with one hand, throwing it in the humans' direction as so much dust, several laughs failed, especially when they caught sight of the claws that he had and the fact that he was currently glaring murder at all of them, his wolves shifting restlessly as they sensed his growing fury.

Rafael wasn't one to be messed with lightly. Although Imalia had defeated him in single combat, she had taken quite a bit of heavy damage from him, and he had healed up faster than her from a heart-stab wound that she had given him with her horn, all of his ribs broken, internal organ failure and a partially crushed skull. He'd still healed up faster than she had with her multiple lacerations and various bites and slashes. All of this she explained to Boyd as she raced for the Forest edge, leaping over the line of soldiers easily as well as the civilians and landing smack dab between Keena and Fernandes, Grandfather and Rafael, who immediately focused his anger on her. Letting Boyd slide off of her, helping him to keep his feet with just a hint of her magics so he wouldn't look weak in front of the Lycanen male, her calm black-starred eyes regarded him silently just before she shifted to human, Rafael following suit out of respect for the female in front of him, though his anger was no less palpable as he strode towards her growling. "That is ENOUGH Rafe. You tone your anger down right now or I'll neuter you." Her words were quiet, meant only for his and Boyds' ears, and the Lycanen stopped short, visibly furious, but working to regain control over himself. "Imalia. This is NOT how things are to go, you were supposed to call on the SilverMoon Pack when the Forest returned to earth, yet you did not. And then you simply vanish? Where the hell did you go? And why...do you smell like a human?" His face was rigid, his words cold as he asked that last, more personal question. His wolves had approached as well, six males and four females taking on more human shapes, though their fur was less oddball, more mottled browns and blacks. Imalia stiffened, her tone cold "I smell like a human because I was saved by one. And my choices are my own Rafael, remember that. Now take your pack and scatter before I dismember you. Permanently. You've pissed me off and I have no time for you."

Rafael watched the Unician woman, a woman fit enough to lead his pack yet who wouldn't accept his advances, hold her own against him with calmer words, though the words themselves were icy. Letting the anger seep out of him finally, he scrubbed a hand over his face and growled "It's those filthy Rathgnarls again isn't it. Let me guess, some of 'em escaped into the human world? And now you and a measly pack of Old world Wolves are going to hunt them with, what, a few hundred humans who barely know what they're up against? I don't think I'm going anywhere. Assign my pack to dealing with them, we'll have the Rathgnarls under control in two weeks, tops." Imalia watched him, listened, then sighed and looked at Boyd and Fernandes. "Do you guys want to tell him or should I that there's more Rathgnarls around than he thinks?" That idea, plus the number remaining, was told, and the Lycanen cursed, then glared "Fine then. Put me in a unit with the humans. I'll train them on how to kill them properly without wasting their weapons."
 
Boyd hopped on without hesitation, reveling in the way the wind slapped against him. This was better then riding on a motorcycle. And the jumps! You couldn't jump over cars on a motorcycle without a ramp. You couldn't even get this fast on a motorcycle. He loved it, patting the Unicians mane as they jumped over the line of his men, landing in front of a..... furry? Boyd climbed off, holding in his laughter while loading his shotgun. While Imalia and the furry bickered and yelled at each other, Boyd went and stood beside Fernandes and the elder wolf. His visor was snapped shut, and when it came time for him to talk, he stepped forward, the tip of his shot gun pointed down. "Doubting my troops so soon are we? We've already taken out 4 of those things, one of them were taken out by me personally." He took another step forward, backed by Fernandes.

"Listen here wolf boy. I know how to kill you. And believe it or not, I can make my own bullets. So, I'd recommend having a little faith in my guys and the....... Old World wolves. You wanna hunt for the Rathgnarls yourselves, be my guest. But for the love of that you find holy, do not let me hear of you killing any civilians. We are trying to kill these things, as well as ourselves. We don't need outside help to do the latter. So don't help." Fernandes nodded, looking back at the wolf pups. "And as for you being in my unit, or any other unit in my force, I say hell no. You seem way too full of yourself. You're unstable. So stay in your own unit."
 
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