Post by Sasha Gray on May 30, 2015 17:24:38 GMT -8
Sasha M Gray: After hearing about the shooting, she'd tried to call but he was busy and or on the phone. Rather than leave a message, she headed for his place after she and JJ had checked the scene to find it all clear. M&M (Manetti and McNeil) had caught the case, and that was fine by her. It was about time they took up some of the slack. But that didn't tell her how Mac was doing and that... was why she was rolling up to his gate in that black '69 Charger. She didn't honk, but she did press the button. Twice.
An OId Wolf: The gates opened, and the lights down the drive sequentially flipped on. They created a well lit path to the front of the place; the door was unlocked and the interior of the place was barely lit. The air carried on it the scent of blood mixed with Lucas' own scent. If he had a presence in an area, it could be felt from the gate. His truck was parked in front, and it was riddled with bullet holes and shattered glass. It was a wonder the thing was still running.[d]
Sasha M Gray: As Sasha pulled in, she took note of the scene, as well as the smell and was out, gun drawn and heading inside, clearing the entry as she came through, and calling out, "Mac?!" probably not the best thing, but if he was in here, alone and wounded, best he be made aware it was her and not shoot her sorry ass.
An OId Wolf: She found Mac in the large kitchen bent over the counter with his hands on each side of it. He didn't look too bad off, in fact there was a charming grin in place. "I sensed some concern in your voice." He chuckled. Mac was in the light of the kitchen, his shirt off, displaying a series of ancient tattoos that covered much of his back and chest. He slid a hand back and picked the knife back up, and prodded the hole in his side with it. "It's trying to heal, but the round is still in." The struggle was real.
Sasha M Gray: "You dumb ass, you can't do that on your own." She holstered her weapon, moved to the sink and nudged him out of the way as she stripped her jacket off. she shoved her shirt sleeves up and scrubbed her hands clear to her elbows, then found the nearest bottle of booze. She took a drink, then poured some over the knife and stepped into him, a pause had before she offered the bottle out to him. Then she was unbuckling his belt and pulling it from the loops, folding it over and as soon as he took a drink and had it down, she pulled the bottle from him and as soon as he'd open his mouth to protest or otherwise, shoved that belt between his teeth. The knife taken up, she looked in him the eyes then back down to what needed to be done. And she cut. She didn't probe, she cut along the wound, opening it wider and then digging in with her fingers until she got hold of the slipper sucker.
An OId Wolf: Sasha was very forward, but he found it amusing. When she stepped closer to him, she may have noticed just how hot his temperature was just from being close to him. This happened when a wolf sustained any sort of trauma and had entered a state of healing. He didn't protest her unfastening his belt because she had brought him a drink first. However, he didn't sip from it. He held it for her, at least until she wanted it back. He bit down on the belt, and felt the cold cut him open, then the foreign feeling of warm fingers parting the wound and going deep to retrieve the bullet. He growled, and his upper body tensed, but he made no physical motion that would lead Sasha to believe that he was backing away from the pain. When she had the round out, he sighed softly. "Thanks. I hate being shot. Whatever happened to the days when men swung swords and cut their opponents...?"[d]
Sasha M Gray: She dropped the slug into the sink and let it rattle around as she moved to fetch the supplies needed to sew him up. "Sadly, mankind has come up with new and more efficient ways of killing each other and everyone else around them." She shook her head, and as she lifted the bottle again, she held a dishtowel under the wound, looked up at him, "Sorry," and poured some of the booze into it. Then she was patting it with the towel and holding pressure on it as she rummaged further for a needle and thread or at least a needle and some fishing line. Berkley Trilene would do.
An OId Wolf: He growled when she poured the alcohol on it, but when Sasha began looking for something to mend it, he touched her arm to get her attention. If she looked up at him, he shook his head no. "I'll just shift to heal." A common practice with most werewolves, only it took them a little longer to do. He stepped away from her to go outside. Blood was beginning to trail down his side as he walked. When he was outside, he unfastened his slacks and toe-heeled out of his shoes. When his trousers dropped, Mac transformed, like an explosion of wolf emerged from his body to land several feet in front of where he had been standing![d]
Sasha M Gray: Sasha followed him, watching him. The way he shifted was so much more graceful than hers. Hers was raw and bloody and left behind detritus that she couldn't stand to leave there. And people wondered why she wasn't hungry when she shifted. Or after. She regarded him a long moment, and then pulled her holster from her hip, first one, then the other, and laying her sidearms down. Then she was pulling her boots off, her shirt and bra, and no it wasn't one of those fancy, pretty ones, it was a sports bra she was chasing perps all too often for Victoria Secret. Her jeans were next and then she folded, bones snapping, writhing in pain as she began to change, her body reforming, the humanity sloughing off like sheep's wool beneath the shears. When it was all done, she stood over the remnants shaking herself off, and then growled, head dipping and she ate them. She sniffed around, making sure she had it all, and then she trotted over to him.
An OId Wolf: Mac had once been a wolf made for war. He and his first pack were used as beasts, enslaved by their masters to destroy their enemies. The wolves of that age were mighty, huge, and majestic in the same regard a Lion is held. Except they were larger than Lions; Mac's wolf was the size of a Clydesdale horse; with a large head and vibrant green eyes that were easy to get lost in. Even though time healed wounds, Mac as a wolf, held many scars. It wasn't to the point that it looked like he had tufts of hair or bald spots, but the baseline pattern was obscured enough to tell a tale of one battle or another. When Sasha began to transform, he lifted his head to howl. Being in the vicinity of the house, his howl was so loud that it vibrated the windows. When Sasha had completed her turn, he watched with a slow and methodic wag of his tail. Then she came close and he met her mid way, his large paws thunking against the ground playfully. His mid-section dipped down low while his hind-end stayed skyward. It was a playful pose that ended when he pounced and nipped at her.[d]
Sasha M Gray: She darted back, hit the dirt and rolled, nipping at his foreleg, then she was up and bounding across the yard, only to stop and pounce the ground, taking up the same stance he had earlier, and yes, she even did that, gonna fake you out move, before she took off again, toward him this time, as if she could actually tackle him.
An OId Wolf: When she charged at him, he stood up on his hind legs and boxes with his front paws, waving them playfully. If she got close enough, then he displayed a fantastic show of agility by jumping clear over her and landing with ease. That was about when he picked up the pace and began to run hard toward the woods. His stride opened up, like had been bred as a wolf to run that fast.[d]
Sasha M Gray: She nipped at his heels as he leapt over her, and then when he took off, she gave chase, body stretching out, legs pulling her along the trail, just too damned happy to see him again, run with him again, to much care about anything else going on.
An OId Wolf: The night continued for awhile with playful chase games, and a time that carried on absent of words. Sometimes, the best way to overcome trauma was to let the wild side slip free, and to disappear into the core of your nature. The night concluded with a hunt, which produced a large buck that had simply been ripped to shreds when it was all said and done. Morning came later, and it was then that Mac opened his human eyes to stare up at the sun peeking through the branches up above. At first, it was very bright, but it subsided when his eyes began to adjust and he sat up. With an arm raised, he swiped away the spider's web which had been dripping dew on his stomach for the past few hours. His hair was in disarray, and clothes were no where to be found. Steam was rising from his shoulders and torso, a clear indication that his time as a beast, and the rest that followed, had been used to heal his wounds. "Sasha?" His voice croaked a bit, like he hadn't used it in a century.[d]
Sasha M Gray: Fingers curled into the bed of grass and leaves beneath her at the sound of Mac's voice. Her head lifted, green eyes peering around, a leaf stuck to her cheek which she brushed away as she sat up. One hand went to her head, dragging through her hair as she looked around, her eyes finally falling on him. She froze for a long moment, watching him, and then reached out to touch his shoulder, fingers tracing where the wound had been.
An OId Wolf: The warmth of her touch did not go unnoticed, in fact he flinched when she initially felt it. "It's still tender, but much better." Typically, werewolves did puppy piles that increased the amount of heat, making it possible to heal life threatening wounds in a few hours. With just Sasha there though, the wound had closed and was left to a series of internal healing that would take the rest of the day to conclude. They sat in pretty close proximity of each other, but Mac scooted closer so they were at least touching. This replaced the chill from the morning, and helped their bodies begin to circulate and move without aches. Heat was the needed resource of werewolves."Are you okay?" He asked softly, his hand traveling down to guide her hair away from her face.[d]
Sasha M Gray: Smiling, she nodded, her head tipping in to his touch. "Feel like I've come off a serious drinking binge, but other than that, I'm okay." Her hand moving to trace old scars and ink, and then her eyes lifted to his. "How do you feel? You're the one who was shot."
An OId Wolf: "I feel like an old wolf with new problems." He said with an amused expression on his face. With wild hair, and the start of a beard, Mac could pass for attractive. His age old ink and scars from centuries ago only added to the intrigue. He began to get up, albeit slow at first. "Gone are the days when wolves could lounge without a care; now there are jobs and responsibilities.." He grumbled, brushing bits of dirt and other debris from his legs.[d]
Sasha M Gray: He could pass for attractive without the wild hair and scruff. Those just made him all the more... Sasha shoved that thought away and pulled her eyes from him when she realized she was staring and quickly scrambled to her feet to get his anatomy out of eye level. She dragged her hand through her hair again, knocking leaves and twigs loose in the process and looked around. "Well if I remember right, the house is that way. " She nodded off to the left, then looked back at him.
An OId Wolf: He could feel the desire welling up in her, but this was the ardeur he wielded. At the blink of an eye, he could make her desire replace any conscious thought in her mind; instead of scrambling away from the ground, she might've enticed him to stay. The sort of power desire could create would be enough to replenish his strength and heal the wounds. However, he was not willing to use that power on someone in his pack. It was wrong and manipulative. "You are correct." He sniffed the air and stepped toward Sasha, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. It was not a long walk, and thankfully they had grass to walk through. "When was the last time you ran?"[d]
Sasha M Gray: Sasha was pretty sure it was the man, not the magicks at work. It always had been. She didn't shrug away from his arm when he slipped it around her and her own arm went around his waist. "Other than chasing down perps? Probably a good three months." At least. She'd lost track, throwing herself into work and trying to keep up with the backlog of cases. Not homicides, they were actually few and far between compared to New York, but robbery... was another story altogether. Stepping off with him, she smirked. "You ever have complaints from the neighbors about nude people wandering the woods?"
An OId Wolf: "Three months is too long to keep your wolf inside. It should, at the very least, once a week. It's a great stress reliever." He wasn't scolding her, but he was concerned. Some wolves suppressed their true identity to disappear in their human disguise, and that just wasn't the way it was supposed to be!-- "I own the surrounding properties, and use them for the security team's families. This cuts down on the commute, and gives them an incentive to remain loyal." Part of that loyalty was accepting that werewolves roamed the woods; sometimes nude. It was a thing.[d]
An OId Wolf: The gates opened, and the lights down the drive sequentially flipped on. They created a well lit path to the front of the place; the door was unlocked and the interior of the place was barely lit. The air carried on it the scent of blood mixed with Lucas' own scent. If he had a presence in an area, it could be felt from the gate. His truck was parked in front, and it was riddled with bullet holes and shattered glass. It was a wonder the thing was still running.[d]
Sasha M Gray: As Sasha pulled in, she took note of the scene, as well as the smell and was out, gun drawn and heading inside, clearing the entry as she came through, and calling out, "Mac?!" probably not the best thing, but if he was in here, alone and wounded, best he be made aware it was her and not shoot her sorry ass.
An OId Wolf: She found Mac in the large kitchen bent over the counter with his hands on each side of it. He didn't look too bad off, in fact there was a charming grin in place. "I sensed some concern in your voice." He chuckled. Mac was in the light of the kitchen, his shirt off, displaying a series of ancient tattoos that covered much of his back and chest. He slid a hand back and picked the knife back up, and prodded the hole in his side with it. "It's trying to heal, but the round is still in." The struggle was real.
Sasha M Gray: "You dumb ass, you can't do that on your own." She holstered her weapon, moved to the sink and nudged him out of the way as she stripped her jacket off. she shoved her shirt sleeves up and scrubbed her hands clear to her elbows, then found the nearest bottle of booze. She took a drink, then poured some over the knife and stepped into him, a pause had before she offered the bottle out to him. Then she was unbuckling his belt and pulling it from the loops, folding it over and as soon as he took a drink and had it down, she pulled the bottle from him and as soon as he'd open his mouth to protest or otherwise, shoved that belt between his teeth. The knife taken up, she looked in him the eyes then back down to what needed to be done. And she cut. She didn't probe, she cut along the wound, opening it wider and then digging in with her fingers until she got hold of the slipper sucker.
An OId Wolf: Sasha was very forward, but he found it amusing. When she stepped closer to him, she may have noticed just how hot his temperature was just from being close to him. This happened when a wolf sustained any sort of trauma and had entered a state of healing. He didn't protest her unfastening his belt because she had brought him a drink first. However, he didn't sip from it. He held it for her, at least until she wanted it back. He bit down on the belt, and felt the cold cut him open, then the foreign feeling of warm fingers parting the wound and going deep to retrieve the bullet. He growled, and his upper body tensed, but he made no physical motion that would lead Sasha to believe that he was backing away from the pain. When she had the round out, he sighed softly. "Thanks. I hate being shot. Whatever happened to the days when men swung swords and cut their opponents...?"[d]
Sasha M Gray: She dropped the slug into the sink and let it rattle around as she moved to fetch the supplies needed to sew him up. "Sadly, mankind has come up with new and more efficient ways of killing each other and everyone else around them." She shook her head, and as she lifted the bottle again, she held a dishtowel under the wound, looked up at him, "Sorry," and poured some of the booze into it. Then she was patting it with the towel and holding pressure on it as she rummaged further for a needle and thread or at least a needle and some fishing line. Berkley Trilene would do.
An OId Wolf: He growled when she poured the alcohol on it, but when Sasha began looking for something to mend it, he touched her arm to get her attention. If she looked up at him, he shook his head no. "I'll just shift to heal." A common practice with most werewolves, only it took them a little longer to do. He stepped away from her to go outside. Blood was beginning to trail down his side as he walked. When he was outside, he unfastened his slacks and toe-heeled out of his shoes. When his trousers dropped, Mac transformed, like an explosion of wolf emerged from his body to land several feet in front of where he had been standing![d]
Sasha M Gray: Sasha followed him, watching him. The way he shifted was so much more graceful than hers. Hers was raw and bloody and left behind detritus that she couldn't stand to leave there. And people wondered why she wasn't hungry when she shifted. Or after. She regarded him a long moment, and then pulled her holster from her hip, first one, then the other, and laying her sidearms down. Then she was pulling her boots off, her shirt and bra, and no it wasn't one of those fancy, pretty ones, it was a sports bra she was chasing perps all too often for Victoria Secret. Her jeans were next and then she folded, bones snapping, writhing in pain as she began to change, her body reforming, the humanity sloughing off like sheep's wool beneath the shears. When it was all done, she stood over the remnants shaking herself off, and then growled, head dipping and she ate them. She sniffed around, making sure she had it all, and then she trotted over to him.
An OId Wolf: Mac had once been a wolf made for war. He and his first pack were used as beasts, enslaved by their masters to destroy their enemies. The wolves of that age were mighty, huge, and majestic in the same regard a Lion is held. Except they were larger than Lions; Mac's wolf was the size of a Clydesdale horse; with a large head and vibrant green eyes that were easy to get lost in. Even though time healed wounds, Mac as a wolf, held many scars. It wasn't to the point that it looked like he had tufts of hair or bald spots, but the baseline pattern was obscured enough to tell a tale of one battle or another. When Sasha began to transform, he lifted his head to howl. Being in the vicinity of the house, his howl was so loud that it vibrated the windows. When Sasha had completed her turn, he watched with a slow and methodic wag of his tail. Then she came close and he met her mid way, his large paws thunking against the ground playfully. His mid-section dipped down low while his hind-end stayed skyward. It was a playful pose that ended when he pounced and nipped at her.[d]
Sasha M Gray: She darted back, hit the dirt and rolled, nipping at his foreleg, then she was up and bounding across the yard, only to stop and pounce the ground, taking up the same stance he had earlier, and yes, she even did that, gonna fake you out move, before she took off again, toward him this time, as if she could actually tackle him.
An OId Wolf: When she charged at him, he stood up on his hind legs and boxes with his front paws, waving them playfully. If she got close enough, then he displayed a fantastic show of agility by jumping clear over her and landing with ease. That was about when he picked up the pace and began to run hard toward the woods. His stride opened up, like had been bred as a wolf to run that fast.[d]
Sasha M Gray: She nipped at his heels as he leapt over her, and then when he took off, she gave chase, body stretching out, legs pulling her along the trail, just too damned happy to see him again, run with him again, to much care about anything else going on.
An OId Wolf: The night continued for awhile with playful chase games, and a time that carried on absent of words. Sometimes, the best way to overcome trauma was to let the wild side slip free, and to disappear into the core of your nature. The night concluded with a hunt, which produced a large buck that had simply been ripped to shreds when it was all said and done. Morning came later, and it was then that Mac opened his human eyes to stare up at the sun peeking through the branches up above. At first, it was very bright, but it subsided when his eyes began to adjust and he sat up. With an arm raised, he swiped away the spider's web which had been dripping dew on his stomach for the past few hours. His hair was in disarray, and clothes were no where to be found. Steam was rising from his shoulders and torso, a clear indication that his time as a beast, and the rest that followed, had been used to heal his wounds. "Sasha?" His voice croaked a bit, like he hadn't used it in a century.[d]
Sasha M Gray: Fingers curled into the bed of grass and leaves beneath her at the sound of Mac's voice. Her head lifted, green eyes peering around, a leaf stuck to her cheek which she brushed away as she sat up. One hand went to her head, dragging through her hair as she looked around, her eyes finally falling on him. She froze for a long moment, watching him, and then reached out to touch his shoulder, fingers tracing where the wound had been.
An OId Wolf: The warmth of her touch did not go unnoticed, in fact he flinched when she initially felt it. "It's still tender, but much better." Typically, werewolves did puppy piles that increased the amount of heat, making it possible to heal life threatening wounds in a few hours. With just Sasha there though, the wound had closed and was left to a series of internal healing that would take the rest of the day to conclude. They sat in pretty close proximity of each other, but Mac scooted closer so they were at least touching. This replaced the chill from the morning, and helped their bodies begin to circulate and move without aches. Heat was the needed resource of werewolves."Are you okay?" He asked softly, his hand traveling down to guide her hair away from her face.[d]
Sasha M Gray: Smiling, she nodded, her head tipping in to his touch. "Feel like I've come off a serious drinking binge, but other than that, I'm okay." Her hand moving to trace old scars and ink, and then her eyes lifted to his. "How do you feel? You're the one who was shot."
An OId Wolf: "I feel like an old wolf with new problems." He said with an amused expression on his face. With wild hair, and the start of a beard, Mac could pass for attractive. His age old ink and scars from centuries ago only added to the intrigue. He began to get up, albeit slow at first. "Gone are the days when wolves could lounge without a care; now there are jobs and responsibilities.." He grumbled, brushing bits of dirt and other debris from his legs.[d]
Sasha M Gray: He could pass for attractive without the wild hair and scruff. Those just made him all the more... Sasha shoved that thought away and pulled her eyes from him when she realized she was staring and quickly scrambled to her feet to get his anatomy out of eye level. She dragged her hand through her hair again, knocking leaves and twigs loose in the process and looked around. "Well if I remember right, the house is that way. " She nodded off to the left, then looked back at him.
An OId Wolf: He could feel the desire welling up in her, but this was the ardeur he wielded. At the blink of an eye, he could make her desire replace any conscious thought in her mind; instead of scrambling away from the ground, she might've enticed him to stay. The sort of power desire could create would be enough to replenish his strength and heal the wounds. However, he was not willing to use that power on someone in his pack. It was wrong and manipulative. "You are correct." He sniffed the air and stepped toward Sasha, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. It was not a long walk, and thankfully they had grass to walk through. "When was the last time you ran?"[d]
Sasha M Gray: Sasha was pretty sure it was the man, not the magicks at work. It always had been. She didn't shrug away from his arm when he slipped it around her and her own arm went around his waist. "Other than chasing down perps? Probably a good three months." At least. She'd lost track, throwing herself into work and trying to keep up with the backlog of cases. Not homicides, they were actually few and far between compared to New York, but robbery... was another story altogether. Stepping off with him, she smirked. "You ever have complaints from the neighbors about nude people wandering the woods?"
An OId Wolf: "Three months is too long to keep your wolf inside. It should, at the very least, once a week. It's a great stress reliever." He wasn't scolding her, but he was concerned. Some wolves suppressed their true identity to disappear in their human disguise, and that just wasn't the way it was supposed to be!-- "I own the surrounding properties, and use them for the security team's families. This cuts down on the commute, and gives them an incentive to remain loyal." Part of that loyalty was accepting that werewolves roamed the woods; sometimes nude. It was a thing.[d]