STORM RICHARDSON
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Post by STORM RICHARDSON on Aug 26, 2020 18:42:50 GMT
The forest has become the home of a young teenager who has been troubled. The living situation is different from what he was saying. Storm was great at acting , everything was great. But he was scared. Scared to be around others. He chose to hide in the form he knew very well. Away from people. He wanted to do everything he could to protect them this way. It was a lonely life but storm have gotten by. No more school to worry about, especially with the headmaster.
Storm can’t remember much of that night. The night which changed everything. It was just a normal night for him. His father came back home, yelling at him and locking him in the basement. He saw a bright moon shining brightly. That’s when everything was a blur. When he came around, he tasted blood and saw his whole body covered in blood too. It scared him as well, he washed himself down. That’s when the storm found out there was trouble, police cars were everywhere. He lived in the forest as a fox ever since.
Living in the forest was amazing and he enjoyed it very much. No more locked basement. No more being scared. There was also no more school. Storm loved being out in the wild and doing his own thing. Far as everyone was aware he was dead, and that was for the best. He would rather be dead, it meant the doctors wouldn’t come after him too. Storm didn’t remember much about them, he put it down as a nightmare, hopefully it never happened.
Storm started to enjoy his snooze until he picked up sounds. Sounds he heard before. He slowly got up and used the cover of the bushes he watched and listened. If he needed to flee then he would, but he would wait and see. As being a fox he was curious in nature too. tagged: CHRIS ARGENTAnnie || caution
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Sept 27, 2020 16:32:19 GMT
It hadn’t taken long to map the woods like the back of his hand. Half a life spent in Beacon Hills had left him aware of every twist and turn in the woods there, even the Nemeton’s effect on the preserve not enough to erase those landmarks in his mind. The Argents had been there, protecting the town for almost as long as the Hales, only adding to the pain in town rather than preventing it once Gerard had taken the reins. He hadn’t seen it then, not really, but he’d known enough not to want to raise his daughter there. He hadn’t been wrong, Chris thought as he paused at the top of a rise. Going home might’ve been inevitable but in the end it had been what had cost his daughter her life.
He shifted, blue eyes narrowing as he studied the valley he was crossing into. Over another rise the river sloped down towards Wickery bridge, in its other direction it flowed all the way back to the Falls. Neither was what he was interested in today. Chris tugged his phone from his pocket, swiping at the screen until he was satisfied that Allison hadn’t tried to get in touch. She hadn’t headed to college like her friends but it didn’t mean she didn’t have her own life … her second chance here. It didn’t stop him worrying about her, but seeing her get back on her own two feet after all that had happened tempered that fear enough that he could work.
That was part of the reason he was out in the woods today. Tracking the route the sheriff’s people had taken out here yesterday. A teenage girl had gone missing for almost 48 hours. She’d shown up in the end, concussed from a blow to the head that they had put down to a slip and fall out here. He wasn’t sure. She wasn’t the first teen to have disappeared only to show up days later. In fact the town had a string of them, some turning up, unaware of what had happened to them or where they’d been, most markedly different from what they’d been when they’d left. Some didn’t. Like the boy he’d found out here months ago, when his father had sent out a search party for him when he’d gone missing the first time.
Before his father had died.
That thought had Chris gritting his teeth as he started down. He reached out, using the gnarled trees that grew on the slope to stop him form slipping straight down the leaf strewn slope. The ground grew treacherous in winter, soon anything living out here would be struggling. Including the kid if he was still out here. Brows furrowing Chris jogged down the last six feet. He landed steadily at the bottom, pale eyes already searching for some sign of where the girl said she’d fallen, at least she thought she’d fallen. Slow steps drew him along that small valley, the toes of his boots used to dig through the leaves, to turn some rocks over in search of her blood.
Nothing.
He increased his pace as he headed for a twist in that V shaped cut and then paused as the short hair at the nape of his neck stood on end. He wasn’t alone. That primitive part of his brain shrieked in warning. Chris settled a hand at his hip, on the gun he wore in a holster. ”I’d come out if I were you,” he called out in a low warning. ”I’m not out here looking for you but I am armed.” He shifted slowly, his gaze sweeping the narrow valley, settling on a stand of bushes that grew thick on one side, not unlike the one the kid had lived in before. A den.
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STORM RICHARDSON
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Post by STORM RICHARDSON on Oct 20, 2020 1:10:19 GMT
Storm wasn’t looking for trouble. Living in the wild wasn’t easy. His body was terribly thin. He was really struggling to eat out here. Too scared to head into town again as he was almost caught. So when he spotted a hunter he hoped for an easy meal. Steal whatever was place on the trap, and he would disable them way before he got caught in them. His instincts to survive was more animal-like, since he remained in this form after that awful night.
He slowly sniffed the air and he recognised the scent. It was the same hunter from before. The one he spoke too. Storm wanted to step out and obey the command given. But he couldn’t, his eyes would give him away that he had seriously hurt someone. He knew what this meant, he would be put down. So Storm decided to fight against him and try to act like another wild animal defending its territory.
Storm growled aggressively and he went towards the hunter ankles and started to bite them. He was aiming more of the pants leg to rip. His dull unhealthy coat was really seen that he was suffering from outside. Storm didn’t know this act he was doing was making his eyes change to deep blue. Storm wasn’t backing down this time, he was more aggressive than last time, as he ironged every sound so he can focus on getting this hunter to leave as he was protecting his den and territory.
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Dec 6, 2020 16:16:55 GMT
The boy hadn’t been his reason for being out in the woods, that had been the girl’s disappearance and just as mysterious reappearance, but the moment he spotted the den and felt the hair on the back of his neck rise Chris automatically found him switching directions. The kid hadn’t been out here long enough for that before. Had just run from his father for a couple of days. That was before his father had been killed though. Another wild animal attack that Chris knew had been anything but.
Self-defence.
It wasn’t an excuse he would’ve allowed many other supernatural creatures, not in the same way. They fought, one would inevitably come out on top but that was a supernatural fighting a supernatural, not a supernatural having to fight back against just a normal human. Chris pressed his lips together as he slowly began to crouch to get a better look at the den. His gun was still holstered but his fingers unsnapped the clasp now, resting lightly on the grip of his gun.
He didn’t expect the kid to come out of the den and snap at his ankles. Last time he’d growled in warning but he hadn’t bitten. Last time. Before he’d killed his father, probably to stop him from putting bruises on the kid again. Self-defence. Chris wanted to hiss at the kid that he knew what he’d done and why but Storm was already sinking teeth into the leg of his jeans. Stumbling back, Chris thew his other hand out to stop himself from hitting the ground and losing all leverage. His non weapon hand flailed out, caught on a tree branch to keep himself upright.
There was no way he was going to help the kid if he could help it but he swung his leg to tear the fox’s teeth from his jeans. To give himself room. He did crouch then, backing up two quick steps, his hand flying out to hold the kid at bay. If he bit this time it was going to be flesh and Chris was willing to bet he didn’t want that, even if he did look like he was starving out here. Painfully thin, his coat dull. Even in fox form, with his eyes glowing blue to prove what he suspected, Storm looked like hell.
Chris’ voice was gruff when it emerged, his blue eyes cold but not angry as he looked down at the fox. ”Storm, stop!” The words were firm, his fingers spreading further in emphasis. ”I didn’t come here for you. Although judging by the state of you someone should’ve done. Stop and listen before you do something more you’ll regret. There was a reason you did what you did, there isn’t one for biting me. Not now.” Chris gritted his teeth, slowly easing down until one denim clad knee pressed into the damp ground. ”I’m here about the girl. Three days ago she went missing, yesterday she turned up near here. You might not be in a position to talk, to have even helped her but I’m willing to bet you saw something. You need to change back now. You need to talk.” He left no room for argument in what he asked of the boy. He didn’t have Scott’s power as an alpha, couldn’t roar to bring people back to themselves but he was a father, he was a hunter, he was an Argent.
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STORM RICHARDSON
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Post by STORM RICHARDSON on Dec 9, 2020 21:09:45 GMT
Storm didn't know where he went wrong. He thought he did everything right. He never hurt anyone as he would shift into his animal form anytime he could. But there was something more to him. He didn't know what it was, but the moon was out that night. The night where commited murder. He didn't care if the hunters found it to be self defence, he committed a crime and was now a killer. That was killing him so much inside. This was the reason why he came here, to the wildness and live as a fox forever. This is why people would be safe and he could no longer hurt anyone. Especially the hunter and his boss who he cared about so much. He missed Rhiannon so much, he didn't mean to disappear on her again but this was a desperate time for him. He needed to disappear. To the deceased so no one would try and find him, it was a prefect set up.
The attack wasn't something he wanted to do. But he was trying to tell the guy to leave him alone, to leave before he killed him too. He was still sore from the beatens he was getting from the wildlife out here. Hunting wasn't easy. Food was hard to find as the baits were left empty and he was simply too scared to go towards the trashcans again to get some scraps of bones or meat. His razor sharp teeth kept hold of the jeans until he was force to lose his grip. His limbs were shaking as he was exhausted already trying to protect him from himself. He panted resting trying to catch his breath. He growled as he was getting ready to attack again, even though he was in no shape to. But when he heard his name he stopped still. How did he knew it was him? Storm was more scared now even though he wasn't the target currently. But he was a killer and would have be to be put down. He expected that to come, even though he would not help him. Supernatural businesses wasn't his problem.
He was going to head back to his den until he saw the male kneeling down. He was curious like all wild foxes. So slowly ironging some of his instinct he cautiously went towards the hunter. Storm remembered the guy never hurting him, so he was hopeful he wouldn't hurt him now, even though he deserved it. He reached his leg and he started to sniff him so he would remember his scent, if he needed to find him in an emergency. Storm gently placed his head on his lap, and slowly started to close his eyes. He was really tired a lot due to his struggles. He would never survive the winter at this rate. He was happy with the rest until he heard the next set of words.
You need to change back now. You need to talk.
Storm couldn't do that and he started to fox bark at him, basically telling him NEVER he then got up from the position and slowly started to walk back to the den, so he can just sleep more and hopefully he would have just left him alone. Even though he not going to survive much longer, if he continues to be alone in the woods
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Feb 7, 2021 15:13:15 GMT
He hadn’t attacked to hurt him. Chris knew that but the kid had sunk sharp teeth into his jeans and wasn’t letting go. The sound of tearing denim filled the air but those teeth didn’t so much as catch his skin. Even in animal form Storm was being cautious, obviously trying to do just enough to scare him off. That alone should’ve been proof that what had happened with his father hadn’t been act of murder. It had been the kid finally trying to defend himself against the man who had very obviously been abusing him. The Sheriff and her people might have seen it differently if it had appeared to be anything but an animal attack, they might have sided with Officer Richardson, not know the circumstances but he’d seen how Storm had reacted that first time he’d been out here, he knew that Storm had been abused by his father.
He knew that Storm was innocent of any wrong doing.
That didn’t mean he was about to leave him out here though. With a swing of his leg that wasn’t meant to connect or hurt Storm, Chris pulled away. His jeans tore against those teeth but as he took a stumbling step back he could see that he Storm was definitely the one suffering here. Holding himself up against the tree branch, Chris studied the animal, the ribs pressing against the fur, the shaking limbs, the panting. The kid wasn’t just hiding out here, he was starving himself to death out here.
The growl went up again, despite the heaving of the animal’s sides. Chris straightened up, stretching his hand out, not a weapon this time as he called Storm’s name again. His eyes were firmly on him, no room for argument in his voice. Storm stopped at least, stayed where he was as he slowly knelt. Chris extended his hand again, letting the fox approach in his own time. The animal snuffled at him, drawing in his scent. Not for harm, there were no teeth involved this time. In fact the wolf eased his head onto his lap for a moment, eyes dipping closed. Chris cautiously ran a hand over his head as he spoke. Instantly he knew it had been the wrong thing to do.
Storm was barking again, instantly withdrawing. Chris got to his feet, mentally cursing himself for rushing this. He started after the wolf, determined not to let him leave. ”I’m not going to force you to go back to town. I’m not taking you in. You can help though. There’s a girl out here missing and what you can do can help her. Storm, change back and talk to me. Help me find this girl. Let me help you too. I know your father’s dead and that you’re alone now but there’s got to be someone out there who you go and live with, someone who’ll want to keep you safe.” There were people who would help. There always were. There was a time when he hadn’t believed that and when he’d shunned all of that help himself but Scott had shown him a different way. Allison had shown him a different way before she’d died, after by some miracle she had been brought back to him.
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STORM RICHARDSON
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Post by STORM RICHARDSON on Feb 11, 2021 9:58:51 GMT
Trust was something that was hard for Storm. He has placed a wall up to avoid anyone wanting to help him. He was scared of being hurt again. He lived in the woods being scared and decided to be just some wild animal minding their own business, he didn’t know why he stuck with the same animal for so long. Time which he lost track off, since animals didn’t care for time. He was hungry though and was desperately trying to get food done. His stomach has quit rumbling now as it has been empty for so long. Storm wasn’t going to survive long here on his own, he would be dead before spring if this keeps happening. He used to riad the bins in town before he got frightened and avoided it ever since.
Storm didn’t know why he cuddled into the hunter. Maybe it was one of their tricks. He wasn’t entirely sure. But he growled and barked weakly as he didn’t want to shift back. He didn’t care for the girl or believed him that there was someone who would want to look after him. He was fine alone. Even though storm was seventeen his mind wasn’t the same age, his mind was more of a ten year old. Even before he was made like this, he had a strong connection and bond with animals.
His legs were shaking as he was struggling to keep himself standing tall. He was getting weaker and weaker. He walked more until he came across one of his dens and he lied in it. It was much warmer, and he knew the hunter couldn’t follow him. He was at peace this way. Even if the storm wanted to shift back, he couldn’t as he forgot how too. Curling into a tight ball the tiny fragile fox was getting ready to sleep, which was getting more dangerous by his weakened state. Storm wasn’t going to listen or come willingly as he shivered more as he was really cold and hungry
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Apr 9, 2021 19:35:30 GMT
Walking away would’ve been easier. Come back to the kid later. Storm wouldn’t go far, not from the den he’d made for himself here. He’d obviously been hunkered down here since he’d run, leaving his father’s body behind. Hiding out here, slowly starving to death on the scraps available out here, obviously not successful in hunting for himself. The kid might have been reluctant to turn back but he didn’t have an animal’s instinct. If he did he would’ve been able to survive a little better.
If he did he would have already attacked.
Chris had gotten down on his knees in front of Storm instead, coaxing him closer. His fingers flattened on the wolf’s fur, feeling the hard jut of bone beneath the fur and thin skin. Not just hungry but truly starving. His hand flexed a little tighter on that fur as Storm had laid his head down on his leg. He could’ve picked him up by the scruff, got Storm out of here and something safe with maybe on a couple of bites to show for his troubles but he wanted the kid to come willingly instead of fighting him the entire way. ”You’re safe now, Storm,” he repeated, patting the animal’s shoulder gently. Safety was probably something he hadn’t known too often in the home of a man prepared to beat his own son bloody on a regular basis. Chris felt his stomach lurch. He could only imagine what Officer Richardson had put Storm through after he’d gone home the last time.
Storm had eventually pulled away. Legs shaking, body shivering, obviously on the brink of collapse but he’d still barked and growled at him, driven him off against a tree to turn and escape. Chris had cursed, hand still extended as he’d tried to approach again. ”You can’t stay here. Even if you won’t turn back and help me find the girl, you can’t keep doing this. You’re starving yourself to death. Storm. Storm!” Chris’ voice snapped out, trying to get through to the fox but he was already turning away, heading through the thick underbrush to one of his dens.
Chris turned as he heard one of his people approach. The guy held up his hands, filled him in. The girl had been found. She was cold, hungry, more than a little shaky but she was safe and with the Sheriff’s people now. That was one problem off of his plate. ”Have you got anything to eat on you?” At the weird look from his hunter Chris sighed, shook his head. ”I’ll explain later. You can all head out, make sure that the sheriff’s people head back instead of poking around out here.” The man nodded, pressed a protein bar into Chris’ hand before he headed back down the river, his voice already rising as he fed the instructions back through the radio he held.
Pausing for a moment, Chris tossed the protein back up and down in his hand. One more attempt. If he failed to get Storm to come with him this time he’d come back again tomorrow. Keep coming back until he could force the kid to turn back. The trail was hard to find, harder to follow through brush only the smaller fox could get through. Chris forced his way in, brambles scratching at him as he knelt in front of the den. He could see a flash of red fur deeper in. Slowly Chris peeled back the wrapper on the protein bar, wafting it faintly in the air for Storm to get the scent. ”I know this is the last thing you want to do Storm but you’re gonna come out now. You’re gonna eat this and I’m gonna take you back to town, find someone who can watch out for you. Nobody’s going to blame you for what happened. You know you can trust me, right?” Chris broke off the end of the bar, ducking his head to try and get a look at the fox as he held the chunk of food out to it.
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STORM RICHARDSON
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Post by STORM RICHARDSON on Apr 28, 2021 1:43:31 GMT
Storm was tired. So very tired. His body was broken. He wanted to give up and be with his mother, where ever she was at the moment. He placed his head down on her shirt taking in her scent as he missed her so much. He would have been crying here, but being a fox he wasn’t able to show this. Despite being inside his den he was shivering as it was still cold. He curled himself into a ball, tucking his nose into his tail, in the effort to keep warm.
Storm heard the hunter again. But he was going to refuse from going back to the town. He will not return there. He wasn’t afraid of dying. He was already dead. there was no place for him there anymore. Who would look after him. Even though he was seventeen, his mentality was a lot younger than that. This could be the reason why he was struggling to hunt, he preferred to play with the bunny instead of chomping on it. If was dead he had no reason to avoid it.
Storm growled more. The rest regained some of his strength, and he attempted to bite at his fingers to get him to back off. He growled more. Suddenly though he smelt something better. Not knowing this was a trap. Using a back entrance he slipped out leaving his mother shirt behind as he was going to come back. Well he thought anyway.
Storm started to follow the scent and saw there was meat out in the snow. He didn’t see there was a wire ready to capture anything that tried to grab the bait. He was so hungry he didn’t think straight. He tried so many attempts to get the meat out. But he couldn’t. He finally grabbed and felt something grabbing hold of his neck.
Storm cried out in a yelp as he was completely terrified. He never encountered these before. Naturally he started to pull, to try and get it free, but this made the wire go tighter and he couldn’t breath, and the skin was starting to bleed.
He began to bite at the wire but this just cut into his gums and was useless. Storm kept pulling back, even though breathing was getting more and more hard to do, he was panicking and couldn’t get free. Everything was getting blurry, as he collapsed on the floor on his side, wheezing as he just waited for death to come and get his soul at last, so he can be with his mother side again tagged: CHRIS ARGENTAnnie || caution
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Sept 1, 2021 19:38:13 GMT
They had a duty. Not just to those whose lives were imminently at danger from something supernatural. Once upon a time their motto had given them free rein to kill any who killed or were even at risk of it. Allison had changed that. Kate and Gerard’s downfall, Victoria’s death, even Scott’s presence, all of it twisting his daughter into someone he’d never wanted her to be but was so proud of all the same. We protect those who cannot protect themselves. Werefox or not, dead father or not, from the start Storm Richardson had been that. The Argents were still hunters but thanks to Allison they were so much more than that.
Chris had called out warnings to the fox, about how close he was to death, starvation and other predators out here likely to take the boy’s life before he managed to drag himself out of this. He wasn’t sure if he’d been heard as the fox disappeared but he wasn’t going anywhere yet. Moving a short distance away from the den, Chris was approached by one of his people. Their original reason for being out here was solved, the woods could empty out – except for him. He’d gotten a look as he pressed the guy for a protein bar, but as he followed his orders to clear their people out he left Chris on his own.
Knowing the chances were he’d have to do this with some measure of violence Chris had returned to the den. Getting down on the animal’s level, he offered up the bar. Fingers wrapped carefully around it came under fire from the fox’s teeth, a curse going up but he didn’t pull back. ”Storm, stop!” There was a bite of steel to it but it didn’t stop the fox. Half starved the animal still had the strength to slip away again. ”I’m not gonna stop trying to help, Storm. You can’t stay here.” Leaving the bar where it was Chris scrambled to his feet, scarlet lines on his fingers from the fox’s teeth stinging in the cool air.
The flash of red fur was disappearing through the trees, less visible in the growing gloom but Chris took off after him. He followed the animal’s tracks in the snow, saw the trip wire ahead too late to call out. A snap of Storm’s fangs, a twang and the fox was yanked bodily into the air, the snare tight around his throat. Snow slick under his feet Chris scrambled up the slope. Slower than Storm, the fox already giving up on biting its way out of the wire before it collapsed on its side.
Ignoring the bite of the wet cold, Chris dropped onto his knees next to the animal. Fingers dug into one of the patch pockets of his jacket, coming up with a folded knife. ”Stay still, don’t struggle. I’m gonna get you out of here.” Quiet reassurance in those words, one hand on the animal’s shuddering rib cage, the other slipping the blade beneath the wire noose. There was a strain through the wire for a moment before it cut with a ping.
Tossing the wire aside, Chris gathered the emaciated animal up, one arm around that too thin rib cage, holding the fox against his side with no hope of escape. He could feel the heat of Storm’s blood against his cold fingers. Too close. There was no way he was leaving him out here now. ”I’m getting you to the vet. You can turn after that. It’s safe now, Storm.” They could deal with the Sheriff afterwards but for now, in the absence of Deaton, the kid was being taken to the town’s vet, his former boss. Leaving behind the meat that had been set out to catch the things roaming these woods, Chris started rapidly back towards his truck. Protecting someone never had, it was beyond time for it.
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