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[ 001 ] 🐾 [ Video ] 🐾 [ Day 77 ]
Jun. 2nd, 2013 05:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
packpapa[ It's still early morning, but he's no longer in Beacon Hills, and he doesn't need to reach out with werewolf senses to figure that much out. He can scent fear and desperation, but no immediate threat, which helps in remaining calm. Not knowing where he is or how someone brought him here worries him, though, especially with the alpha pack looming nearer; he's more concerned about what they might do with him out of the way, leaving the town open and vulnerable to attack.
But at least he appears to be here alone, no one around him that he knows to get hurt, because he's lost too much already and doesn't think he can take another hit so soon. Still, he's out of his territory, away from what's left of his pack, and, alpha or not, he's weak, here, like this.
He looms onto the small screen, brow tightly knitted and eyes glaring daggers, voice deep and demanding, carrying an air of confidence of a leader, even if he's currently in doubt, and one that would make someone think twice about questioning unless they happened to be suicidal. ]
Let's get this over with. [ Nothing he's picking up on suggests that his captors know of what he is, but he's not ruling it out; he's not going to make an announcement about it, either. ] Tell me what it is that you want. If it's within reason, I'll help. But if it's not... [ He lowers his head, cracks his neck one way and then the other somewhat threatening, hands out of shot, but curling into tight fists, fighting to keep the claws in, and then looks back into the thing with a slight twist to his lips, like he's got a secret he's dying to share in the worst way. ] Well, let's just say that you're not going to like the outcome.
[ If he's taking a little satisfaction in the fact he's figured out the network device and is actually communicating over it since there's no one around to ask at present - well, sometimes it's the small victories, and it helps distract him from the fear of being removed from familiar territory. ]
So, what is it going to be?
But at least he appears to be here alone, no one around him that he knows to get hurt, because he's lost too much already and doesn't think he can take another hit so soon. Still, he's out of his territory, away from what's left of his pack, and, alpha or not, he's weak, here, like this.
He looms onto the small screen, brow tightly knitted and eyes glaring daggers, voice deep and demanding, carrying an air of confidence of a leader, even if he's currently in doubt, and one that would make someone think twice about questioning unless they happened to be suicidal. ]
Let's get this over with. [ Nothing he's picking up on suggests that his captors know of what he is, but he's not ruling it out; he's not going to make an announcement about it, either. ] Tell me what it is that you want. If it's within reason, I'll help. But if it's not... [ He lowers his head, cracks his neck one way and then the other somewhat threatening, hands out of shot, but curling into tight fists, fighting to keep the claws in, and then looks back into the thing with a slight twist to his lips, like he's got a secret he's dying to share in the worst way. ] Well, let's just say that you're not going to like the outcome.
[ If he's taking a little satisfaction in the fact he's figured out the network device and is actually communicating over it since there's no one around to ask at present - well, sometimes it's the small victories, and it helps distract him from the fear of being removed from familiar territory. ]
So, what is it going to be?