ROBERT WEBBER
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Post by ROBERT WEBBER on Sept 22, 2020 3:06:18 GMT
Robert was in the woodlands racing towards the bushes where he kept his clothes. It was a full moon last night and Robert did what he had to keep Madison safe. He wasn’t going to allow no one hurt her, when he could help it. He was a hunter and he knew how creatine things worked.
The hunter was stalking Madison, following her everywhere. He wasn’t going to wait until the hunter had the right gear to take her out. So he stalked the hunter in the woods that night. He made sure the bastard was dead. He left him out in the open for his buddies to find and it was also a message. Come near Madison and you will be sorry.
Robert wasn’t in any way sorry what he did. He was confident that no one would be able to pinpoint it was him. He finally put his clothes on and washed his face and chest from the blood that belonged to the man.
Robert heard footsteps coming and he was on guard for now. But he placed the shirt in and started to button it up “what do you want? I don’t need another one of your lectures again you know” he called out as he knew the scent, he remembered the hunter he ran into before, the same one that stopped him from ending it all. This werewolf curse wouldn’t have happened if it was allowed to take the plunge the first time.
Robert saw it as this hunters fault that another hunter was dead, not him. Robert wouldn't stop, if anyone come after Madison would have to watch their backs, especially if they want to live that is tagged: CHRIS ARGENTAnnie || caution
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Nov 7, 2020 19:49:43 GMT
This wasn’t a wise time to be out here, not in his book at least.
Chris walked through the woods, eyes on the trees around him, ears trained to catch sounds of movement around him. Somewhere out there Scott and the rest of his pack were turning back into themselves, scrambling into clothes that his daughter or one of the other non-shifter members of the pack had deposited out here. Each of them was settled with what they were, anchored in a way that meant none of them would cause trouble out here.
That didn’t mean that every shifter in the woods was the same. That knowledge of what could happen was what had kept him in his truck out on the side of the road as the moon had dipped down towards the horizon. There hadn’t been a single sign of trouble as dawn had broken, nothing obvious at least. He’d been in Mystic Falls long enough not to entirely trust that though.
Bodies still turned up in the woods, Sheriff Forbes was still calling it all an issue with the wildlife and there were mysteries here big enough that Chris knew he was nowhere near working any of them out. The Dread Doctors were still on the loose, their attempts to track them even with the help of the book that had mysteriously turned up in town and now they had the added threat of a sort of hit list out there. It made Niklaus Mikaelson and his turning of folks into hybrids seem like child’s play.
Chris sighed, picking his way over fallen logs. If that was their only problem right now. He shook his head, eyes drifting over the land that stretched around him. Nothing. Maybe this had been a bad idea. He drifted down towards the stream that cut towards the Falls all the same, pausing as he saw a dark haired man standing by it.
That face was familiar enough to have the taste in his mouth souring. Chris settled his hands on his hips as he stopped at the treeline, his fingers hovering close to the butt of the weapon he wore strapped to his hip – legally thanks to his carry permit. ”I’m glad to see you didn’t get to go through with what you were threatening,” he muttered gruffly. ”I kept an eye on the newspapers afterwards, waited to see if you managed to take anybody else with you.” He hadn’t, but something had obviously changed.
Blue eyes narrowed as they looked the guy up and down. Nobody was out here so soon after dawn the morning after a full moon for fun. It looked like the grieving man had found himself hurt in another way. ”What are you doing out here this early?” he asked, ignoring the jab from the other man. A sound rose then, shouts from across the stream that drew Chris’ eye, he listened for a moment, then fixed back on the man. Like he’d thought, not everything out here was as innocent as Scott and his people. His shoulders tightened slightly, his hand inching closer to the weapon on his belt.
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Post by ROBERT WEBBER on Dec 9, 2020 21:04:25 GMT
Robert didn't remember what happened during the full moon. He just had the taste of metallic taste in his mouth. He knew it was blood, but he had no idea what type of the blood it was. He wasn't really an expert to tell the difference between human and animal blood after all. Robert didn't care either, as he was following the hunter that was following Madison around and in his book he was protecting her and that was his defence and he was going to stick with it no matter how stupid it may seemed.
Washing the blood from his mouth and arms was the best strategy to keep the hunters from his back. None of them knew he was a werewolf now, he was a hunter too. He killed werewolves after one murdered his wife. He hated them so much. But not he was one of them, like he was being punished. Only if that fucking hunter didn't stop him from driving his car into a tree. He wouldn't have to deal with that guy in the woods who attacked him. He wouldn't be turned into something he completely hated, was it karma coming to bite him in the ass or something?
There was still blood on him but his shirt thankfully covered that and prevent it being seen. He didn't expect there would have been hunters here. Not smart ones anyway. Robert was one of the not smart ones as he purposely went out in the night of the full moon, to kill the wolf that murdered his wife. He didn' care if it killed him as he was for his justice for his wife and that's what matters. He was about to head off more until he heard a rustle which was in the distance. His hearing was more acute now and it was handy sometimes, especially as he knew there was a hunter on his tail. Then the scent came through, a scent he knew it was the same hunter that stopped him month before. The aggression came back as he wanted to tear his throat out, god that would be fun. So much fun.
Robert wasn't happy to see him though. His stance was enough to prove this. He so wanted to rip his heart out of his chest and eat it in front of him while he was still alive. That would teach him not to allow him to die when he wanted to. "Why are you happy to see alive? You're going to be sorry for allowing me to live... I should have died... It would have been better I was dead" he chuckled as he heard his next sentence. "People die all the time my friend. They just don't know how, who or by what" he was acting all creepy towards the hunter, as he was having so much fun here.
But he stopped laughing as he saw his hand reaching for his weapon.
No that wouldn't do now.
Robert remembered he was a hunter too and grabbed his own gun from behind his back and pointed at him "you forget one thing my friend... I am a hunter too" Robert couldn't control his new side and he had no idea that he was glowing his blue wolf eyes. He was slowly backing away from the guy "I think it is best we part way now. It was a nice chat, but don't want to stick around much longer" he grinned as he was going to leave until he heard some other hunters calling out they found a body mauled not too far from Robert location. With this news he decided to try and run, using his new stamina power to aim to get away from the hunter, not knowing this guy was a lot more experienced than he was.
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Feb 5, 2021 17:12:21 GMT
He shouldn’t have been surprised to find him out here. If there was anybody with enough of a death wish in Mystic Falls to wander the woods on the night of a full moon it was the drunk who’d threatened to go out here and take his own life. The drunk he’d knocked out to stop him from doing that and quite possibly killing or hurting others in the process. Chris supposed he could’ve called the cops that night, let them handle the guy but he hadn’t. He’d put him in his car, trusting that he’d sleep off the alcohol that had burned through his system and left him weak and belligerent. Hopefully he would’ve found his way back home and held off that darkness and grief that had driven him to try and do what he had.
A few times since he’d thought of the guy and wondered how close he’d wandered to the path himself after Victoria and Allison had died. Without Scott … maybe that would’ve been him. He’d had people though, another family of sorts to force him to keep putting one foot in front of the other. One that had stopped him from making whatever sort of mistake had brought the guy to this.
Chris stopped at the treeline when he spotted him. Still wary, knowing never to trust too easily, he kept his hand close to the gun he wore holstered, ready to pull it if it was absolutely necessary. He doubted it with this guy but he’d learned to listen to that sixth sense enough not to approach closer or not be ready to pull his weapon at the moment. The aggression came immediately, obvious despite the chuckle that rolled out in the wake of his words.
Nothing seemed to have changed there then. Chris shifted his weight, blue eyes narrowing as he tilted his head at the guy. Maybe it would’ve been wiser to call the Sheriff that first time, gotten this guy the help he obviously needed. ”Because as a decent human being I’d rather not hear that someone’s dead,” he said honestly. ”Even if they’ve made it obvious they don’t want to live.” His brows hitched, humour huffing between his lips despite the obvious threat to the guy’s words. He’d be sorry for allowing him to live. He doubted it. ”People do but sometimes, like it was with you, it’s preventable.” That was why he was out here in the first place. This town had seen too many bodies drop as it was. They didn’t need anymore.
The town had other ideas though. Just as the thought struck him shouts rose up in the woods in a chillingly familiar way. A body. It had to be. Chris reached for his weapon automatically, his eyes returning to the man in front of him, who, it seemed, was preparing to leave. Only something in what was happening had startled him enough for his eyes to flash blue. ”You’re obviously not just a hunter,” Chris growled. As Robert started to back away from him, grinning as he said it was best for them to part ways, Chris pulled his gun. He held it in a two handed grip, the aim unerringly between the guy’s eyes. ”I guess when you drop a body out here it’s best to get away before people find it, huh?” He approached slowly, the weapon up, ready to run if he had to, although even only part shifted the wolf would likely be faster than him in a flat out race. ”Was that you?” he asked. His gaze dropped for a moment, catching the traces of blood and water on the man’s shirt. ”Who did you kill? Or are you too far gone, without an anchor, to even know.” Blue eyes. That meant a life taken and not necessarily one that deserved it in the way the hunter’s code usually demanded.
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Post by ROBERT WEBBER on Feb 11, 2021 9:54:34 GMT
Robert was playing games with the hunter. His mind was totally going crazy. Madison was the only one who was able to keep him insane and talkative. But she was the reason he was willing to keep going. He would have killed himself when he shifted for the first time. He hated being this and didn't even remember how it happened. Considering he was never bitten, he would have remembered it. It pissed him off that he wasn’t able to remember much anymore. It could have been the alcohol, he didn’t remove that logic.
Robert wasn’t scared of the gun. He didn’t believe the pathetic hunter was the type to murder someone. He was too much pussy in his eyes. His scent was foul. Robert wanted to leave and get away from it as soon as possible. of course I am a hunter. Why do you think I was here in the woods during the night I was able find the monster that murdered my wife? Are you thick or something he was enjoying mocking the male, it was so much fun. Robert personally have drastically changed since he was made into something he hated so much.
What the fuck are you on about? I didn’t kill anything. Even if I did what as it got to do with you! He yelled which might have been foolish, but Robert was having fun. Make up your mind, do you want to kill me or do you want to save me? Because this is giving me so many mixed signals he was teasing him and not showing anything of fleeing or attacking.
I am a hunter you idiot. I live on the creatures I kill. It’s more like venison, rabbit, duck, waterfowl or fish blood. It’s really bloody and gruesome gutting your own food, something that’s not for the lighthearted. Have you ever been killed for your meal? If not your not hunter he grinned more as this was so much fun. Mocking someone was something he enjoyed very much. Robert didn’t answer his last statement as there was no need. He didn’t care if the bastard murdered him or not
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Apr 9, 2021 18:36:24 GMT
Nothing had changed about the guy. He was still angry, still pushing him away with a mouth most would’ve split their knuckles on trying to shut up. Gerard wouldn’t have even bothered with that. Had he still been in charge of Jackson he’d have sent him after this guy without a second thought. It didn’t matter that he was wracked with grief and pushing all of that into a foul attitude. All that would’ve mattered was his threat to human lives, not that Gerard held those as sacred as he would have had everybody believe. Gerard had grown blood-thirsty over the years, had perhaps always been that way.
This guy was little different. He was just as nonchalant about the damage he could do, or the danger posed to himself out here on tonight of all nights. Chris snorted faintly, a tight smile pulling at his lips as he settled his hands on his hips. Those bright blue eyes made it clear that what he’d said was the truth. Not just a hunter anything more. He’d have thought maybe this guy had been a shapeshifter all along but there was no way he would’ve been as drunk as he had been in that bar if he had been. Super healing would’ve burned all that booze out of him in a near instant, leaving him sober as a judge as he’d tried to climb into his car to go and do himself harm.
Chris took a half step forward, fingers still resting lightly above the butt of his gun. He met the wolf’s eyes, shook his head hard enough that it was obvious even in the dimming light. When he smiled this time it was almost as feral, teeth flashing. ”Not only a hunter, if you were you wouldn’t be flashing those pretty eyes at me,” Chris said coldly. Thick wasn’t his problem. He’d been too lenient with this guy. Maybe a few weeks inside for drinking under the influence or reckless endangerment would’ve knocked him off of whatever path he’d found himself on. Chris’ brows rose, not in surprise but in question. ”You’re out here tonight because you found the thing that murdered your wife?” Pointedly he looked around the two of them at the empty woods surrounding them. It was a full moon, the woods would soon be full of things just like this guy. Most not tethered to an anchor. Wild enough to tear apart anything that came across their path. That included him.
The laughter was low this time, a rumble in his throat. He wasn’t the one standing there dripping bloody water from his hands. Hadn’t been the one obviously escaping from the other hunters that were out here tonight. Chris gestured with the muzzle of the weapon again, jabbing it towards Robert’s hands. ”I should be the one asking you that. It’s not your blood and if you are hurting people out here, that makes you my problem. We protect those who cannot protect themselves.” It had included the man the first time and not he was throwing that back at him. ”I’d say they might be one and the same now.” The adage of the rabid animal still stood in some cases and there was a good chance this was one of them.
Chris heard the voices start up out of sight in the woods around them again. Distant, still angry. He side stepped, blue eyes narrowing as he stared into those distant trees. Someone had been killed out here last night. A hunter. That meant that whatever had killed him likely wasn’t going to leave the woods alive. ”So the dead hunter wasn’t your kill?” he asked, knowing that chances were he was still being lied to. ”No fur, no feathers, no scales. I’d try again if I were you. I am a hunter, I’ve been a hunter for decades. I’m not stupid enough to believe that you were out here last night catching and dressing what you were hunting. Even if you were, where’s your catch, Robert?” He dropped the man’s name in now, got easily enough from his license the last time he’d met him. Just in case.
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Post by ROBERT WEBBER on Apr 28, 2021 1:42:10 GMT
Robert was enjoying this game. The hunter was becoming the hunted? He enjoyed this game. Of course he wasn’t completely fine with stuff as the guy brought up his wife that was murdered by the wolves. The same creature he was forced to remain with. He narrowed his eyes at him. “Seriously you calling me a wolf now? Something I fucking hate so much? Something tore my wife to bits? You seriously think I would become that? If I was bitten by the wolf I would kill myself before I was able to transform. I would refuse to become that creature” he had no idea how he was a wolf, but he was stopped by the fact Madison made him stop it. She was the reason he was still here.
He finished washing his arms even though the blood from the hunter he murdered was still on his chest. What was the guy going to do about it? He doubted he would kill him. He was a weakling for starters. When he heard the yelling as the body of what he did. Robert laughed loudly “What would you do if it was? But sorry to bust your bubble though. I had no idea who killed him. Loads of things out here last night you know he asked for evidence for his prey he hated last night. He pointed to the earth soil that was buried which had the bones of the animals he ate while he waited for the hunter. “You're satisfied now? I am done with you I am going to head back to my motel home” he growled a little as he grabbed his jacket and put it on, in a sly like manner.
Robert knew he needed to get out of here before they found the evidence he did it on the hunter body or the buried bones. He slowly walked off, before picking it up using his stamina against the hunters to use the undergrowth to hide from the hunters too. Robert was more dangerous as he had the training of the hunter under his belt as well as the wolf instincts to back him up too. So Robert just hoped his slyness worked for him to get away long enough, for him to use his other techniques to work tagged: CHRIS ARGENTAnnie || caution
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Aug 3, 2021 15:46:35 GMT
Delusional.
He’d seen it in him before, the callous disregard for any lives he might’ve taken with his own but now it was worse. It had either been a bite or the taking of a life for him to have been turned at his age. Given that he had called himself a hunter before Chris was betting it was the former. Risky this late in life, the chances of it taking so low to make it not worthwhile for most Alphas to do it out of choice. Had the guy bitten off more than he could chew, forcing an alpha to take matters into their own hand? That was likely a story he wouldn’t be able to rip from Robert Webber’s lips without violence and that was now a hundred times more difficult than it had been when he had just been a drunk filled with self-hatred.
Chris shifted his weight, feeling the water logged ground beneath him give slightly. Springy earth, better for him if this turned as violent as he was expecting it would. He lifted the hand not hovering over his weapon, indicating his own eyes with the telling flick of a finger. ”I’m not a fool and despite the amount of pickling you’ve done, I don’t think you are either.” His mouth twisted wryly, that empathy still burning in the pit of his stomach. There for but the grace of a teenaged alpha went he. ”Well,” Chris said grimly, a sigh punctuating. ”That’s not your blood and you’re still standing here. When did it happen? How far did you get yourself into this?” Everything hinged on that. Not that there was any way for the wolf to turn back the clock. Not a single one of the old wives’ tales about how to turn yourself back were ever going to pan out for this hunter … if he ever believed what he was.
A full moon passed, the sun high enough in the sky now that the things that had been out here last night had all turned back. The danger from anything else surely passed but Chris’ knew to be wary enough of the man in front of him now not to trust him, especially with a hunter dead out here and those rusty rivulets of water still trickling from the drunk’s arms, darker splashes on his chest. Evidence of his crime.
The others in the woods weren’t likely to take this as well as he’d done. Blood spilled often ending in quick retribution for one of their own. Chris huffed a breath out through his nose, taking another step closer. Fingers brushed the butt of his gun, his chin dropping slightly as he studied the guilty man in front of him. ”Things including you.” That flat accusation ringing of the truth. Blue eyes flickered down to the floor and the bones, his lips only curling further as he looked back up. ”So you’re eating raw animal flesh now? And you still don’t think you were bitten?” Gerard would’ve cut the hunter down already but he was just pulling his gun, wolfsbane laced bullets in the clip, one already in the chamber. He aimed it at the guy’s back as he walked away, audibly clicking off the safety as he shook his head. ”Not close. Do you want to walk out of here or not?” Given what Robert had been trying to do the last time he’d seen him this had likely all been planned. A desperate man wanting nothing more than to be reunited with his wife in death.
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Post by ROBERT WEBBER on Aug 7, 2021 20:00:22 GMT
Robert Webber Robert didn't care for much anymore. There was nothing for him. He would have died a long time ago but Madison made him stop and continued to live. But she was gone, Robert didn't know it was because another hunter got to her first or that she just left due to the fact she felt unsafe and did not want to risk staying here anymore. Robert was annoyed as he would have protected her, he killed another hunter (his own circle) for her. But in a crazy way he enjoyed it as well, he didn't know how to explain it.
what I did or do is my business not yours. That hunter was a fool to come out here during a full moon in the first place. He shouldn't have come out here. He must have pissed off something and I don't have answer your questions, it's none of your damn business so just pissed off he smirked at the end, even though he didn't remember doing it exactly but he had memories which he kept to himself, the memories of screaming, blooding and skin tearing into pieces as the man flame went out.
Robert rolled his eyes as he was getting annoyed by all of this now. He just want to go back to the motel and mellow. He could see he could get hold of madison as he looked almost everywhere, he wanted to know what was going on and to see she was still alive and well.
His eyes ficus on the morning sky, it was a beautiful morning. His body was aching from the changed which he hated. If the hunter wanted to shoot at him, then so be it. He didn't care and at least he won. It was really sick of him to do, as he heard the gun click as he was release the bullet which was in the chamber. seriously Chris, silver bullets? You have to do better than that to kill me you know. I thought you were better than that his cockyness tone had no idea that he didn't know a very toxic plant was inside the bullet too, which would seriously hurt him and he wouldn't like very much.
Please I already know you have no balls to shoot me. Do it come on!! I dare you! he flashed his blue wolf eyes at him I have always ate raw meat. You can eat some meat raw you know, doesn't mean your a wolf. I know I wasn't bitten, unlike that stupid hunter that gotten himself killed. There was no bite mark on me, and of course I can't show you as it healed and I rarely scar. But I don't if you didn't anyway as your opinion doesn't matter to me he narrowed his eyes more.
Or I am walking alright, you can bet your little arse on that one. So your bitty threats don't work on me he chuckled as he was getting fed up of playing nice. He gave the same killing stare that he gave to the hunter before he tore him to pieces and he really enjoyed it too. He was going to enjoy it again since this hunter was pissing him off too. How fast can you run? Because if you value your life you would turn around and go away NOW!!! Or I would make you he threatened him and this time he meant it
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CHRIS ARGENT
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Sept 14, 2021 21:17:57 GMT
Something in the pit of Chris’ stomach was frosting over again. Gerard wouldn’t have hesitated. There would have been a bullet between the man’s eyes instead of a fist that first night. A problem put down for good with no remorse. Seeing echoes of himself in the man Chris had hesitated but now he wondered if he’d done the right thing. Another man was dead, likely at this one’s hands, that guilt on his own shoulders now. Perhaps if he’d at least taken the man to the sheriff’s station, to the hospital, someone would have intervened before the unimaginable happened.
Mouth tightening as he shook his head, Chris dropped his hand again. There was no justifying what had happened. The hunter was dead and the thing he likely would’ve allowed to go free without a sign that he had blood on his hands was standing here with the evidence of his crime still dripping from his skin and a smug grin on his face. ”The fact that you took a good man’s mission and turned it against him makes it my business,” he said coldly. ”My answer hasn’t changed from the last time we saw one another. I’m not going anywhere.” But this time the man would likely have to. He couldn’t let him go again and watch another life be taken.
Those manic eyes rolled, then drifted skyward and Chris knew his advantage was slowly melting away. He either had to kill that echo of himself standing in front of him now or he had to let him go. A third way wasn’t presenting itself. The click of the safety was loud in that morning air. His blue eyes turned colder somehow above the sight on the weapon, focused solely on the wolf in front of him. ”Just silver? No, I’m not an amateur. Haven’t been in a long time. If I put you down, you’re staying down.” The likelihood of this ending peacefully was gone now. He’d braced himself to shoot, a low weary chuckle rolling from him as the wolf screamed at him, the blue eyes of a killer flashing at him. ”I’m not the one without them. You’re fooling yourself if you think any of this is normal. If it healed it was there, it’s the way it works.” The evidence erasing itself. A wolf’s healing would hide just about anything, leaving men like Robert Webber to fool themselves into thinking it hadn’t been them.
This was one hunter who hadn’t walked away unscathed and he wouldn’t now. Chris tracked the wolf as he threatened him, his retreat seeming to stop in its tracks with that warning that he was the one who needed to go now. Tilting his head, he let his face settle into those cold lines. The emotionless killer raised by a man who would’ve eradicated everything if he’d had the chance, all but himself. To heal what had rotted inside of him Gerard had been prepared to turn. ”You’ve got no chance. Give in now and maybe we find another way. One that doesn’t end up with one of these in your head.” He didn’t bother warning the wolf again, lowering the gun, Chris aimed at the wolf’s thigh and shot. Not enough to kill, not immediately, a warning, a way to take the creature down temporarily at least.
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Post by ROBERT WEBBER on Sept 16, 2021 3:47:31 GMT
Robert Webber
Robert wasn't in the mood for this. He was aching from the change and really tired. He hated the full moon as he was forced to change into something he really hated. He still doesn't know how, as he wasn't bitten by an alpha so that wasn't a really popular option. Also the wolves he was after had blue eyes and were black as midnight. So he didn't believe Chris' skills of saying he was bitten. Of course Robert didn't care much.he was more angry that madison was gone, he was still alive due to her stopping him at the time and now that was out the window. So maybe was looking for another way out, but he couldn't do it now. He enjoyed the blood shed and would keep going and going.
I don't give a fuck about the hunter. He was an idiot. But I didn't kill him. I am not saying I did just to keep you happy. There are other wolves in the area you know. But I did punch him three nights before as he followed madison. I didn't like that attitude. That's all I did to him, I wanted to kill him but Madison stopped me. How do you think it me for fuck sake Robert remembered the attack. He enjoyed it. The blood, screaming for pleas for his life and it was awesome as he died slowly too. It was his message to hunters to back off from him side his lover
Robert rolled his eyes as he was having enough of this listen I wasn't bitten. I was walking home when there was no full moon. I was drunk and I used the woods. Suddenly I saw a figure of a man, I think it was a man. He had a mask. Then everything was black. I came around and suddenly I was healing quickly, things burned and I couldn't get drunk anymore. Are you happy now. So there was no reason for a bite as I wasn't bitten. If I was, I would have killed myself before I changed. I am sure you can relate to this Robert would have done it, he wouldn't have become the creature that killed his wife ever
Robert was getting bored with this conversation. It was like the time when he stopped driving drunk to get rid of everything and that his life was going to be death to claim. But no it was void thanks to this hunter and now he wanted to kill him. He chuckled as he was going to leave until the hunter spoke to him. Give in? Give in to what? Robert didn't understand this one bit. I know I regret this but what do you mean by giving in. Give in to what? he asked until he felt a sharp pain in his leg as he was shot
He tried not to scream even though it was stinging like a son of a bitch. Robert tried to leave the area and go in hiding somewhere or find a doctor to get the bullet out. His body tried to heal but he had no way of doing as he couldn't as the bullet was preventing him to. Forced to sit down he tried to get the bullet out of his own leg, but due to it being silver it burnt his fingers as he touched it. But he kept on doing it. I am not giving in to anything. You're wasting your time. Do you think I want your help? he wasn't seeing things well as he was forced to lie right down as the blood kept on pouring out from the wound, he lied on his back as he laughed. Good for you. Never thought you have the guts. But you missed the important part. Come on then, put me out of my misery as you keep on saying he egged him on and waited, waited for him to see his wife all over again
I will be with you again my love. We be back together again you, just like I promise
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Dec 1, 2021 19:47:56 GMT
The gun would’ve barked and the wolf’s head would’ve snapped back, the life in his eyes gone in an instant. Or the snare would’ve tightened around his ankles, hauling him up in the air for a far slower and more torturous death as the sword cut him in half. Electric current running through his body while he was slowly carved away a bit at a time until death seemed like a mercy. Gerard would’ve enjoyed whatever end he gave this man. Maybe if he hadn’t spoken to him in the Grill and heard at least part of his story Chris would’ve found some reason to do it too. We protect those who cannot protect themselves. That had been Robert Webber at first – before his turning. Now it was obvious he had the means to protect himself and the aptitude to use them.
Chris’ brows rose, his expression remaining impassive as he watched the wolf brag about what he’d done before the hunter had died tonight. Each spat word added weight to the evidence against him, the water that had been running red from his hands when he’d arrived the worst of all. ”But Madison’s not here now,” he said coolly. ”That idiot, as you put it, was out here trying to protect others from things like you.” The man could delude himself over what he was all he liked but at the end of the day the blood was on his hands and in the eyes of almost every hunter in Mystic Falls that meant he was now marked for death.
His story didn’t matter. Chris was tempted to cut him off, the bark of his own weapon to cut off the lies. There were only three ways wolves existed – they were born, they were bitten or they were cursed. If it was the latter and this man had killed somehow, then it would’ve been no real surprise. He was too old to be newly turning as a born wolf so they had left only two options and the confession about a death wasn’t about to come out with his eyes rolling that way. Chris squinted at him, his teeth baring. ”If that was an Alpha and you’ve got no memory of the night the bite’s still a possibility.” Lips pinching together, Chris shook his head. He wasn’t airing his own life story, admitting to helping kill his own wife to avoid that. ”No, I’m not happy,” he said tightly. Especially with those alarm bells ringing in the back of his head – a fourth way to change, although the Dread Doctors didn’t usually bother with a change as pedestrian as making someone a werewolf.
The gun was lifted again as the wolf began to back away. He wasn’t going to let him walk, not with lives notched on this man’s existence now. Chris jerked the end of it up, his chin rising in an echo of it. ”To me,” Chris growled. ”Surender and we’ll find somewhere to keep you.” Until he either forced their hand into ending him anyway or they found some way to break through the anger to the man beneath.
There he went forcing him. Without a moment’s hesitation Chris shot the wolf. He kept his weapon in sight as Robert tried to stagger away. The wound wasn’t enough to kill him but with the silver and wolfsbane in the bullet it couldn’t just be rejected from the body, plinking down onto the blood stained leaves. Chris made a low sound in his throat, moving close enough to train the weapon between Robert’s eyes but not close enough that the wolf could rush him. ”I think if all you’ve got is the choice between an agonising death and a cage you’d take the death. It’s not going down like that, no matter how hard you beg for it.” It was what he’d wanted all along. Chris dropped the gun a few inches and shot for the man’s other leg. If he could hobble him and the wolfsbane worked its way through the man’s system to weaken him he’d drag him back to the warehouse himself.
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ROBERT WEBBER
Werewolf
Dread Doctors' Experiment
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Post by ROBERT WEBBER on Dec 2, 2021 23:40:05 GMT
[googlefont="Kranky:400;"] tagged words notes bad Rob | Robert was very angry, and filled with rage. The man had a bad temper as a hunter before he was experimented on. He was forced to live as something he truly hated. He would have ended it a long time ago, but Madison stopped him and got his anger under control. But she was gone and Robert expected it was the hunter who he killed was responsible for it. He enjoyed the killing and would do it again, just for the fun of it. Watching and hearing the pleas for their lives was a rush for him, then the life yo be gone from their eyes.
no she is not here anymore and it was because of him. He killed her. He was following her everywhere. I don't care if you don't believe it. But he deserved to be rip to shreds, pity that someone else got to him first. I would have loved to be the one to tear his throat out he smirked evil like. No I wasn't bitten, how many times do I have to tell you that. I would have noticed a bite and blood from it. There was nothing and I got the clothing in my hotel room if you want to take look
Robert attempted again to get the bullet out of his leg, trying his hardest to avoid the pain and burning sensation from the silver bullet, as he kept digging and digging. Never I am not surrendering to you or anybody. I told you before I am not afraid of death. But it seems you're afraid to shoot me right to end it for me? he chuckled as he was almost done getting the bullet even though he was feeling strange. Of course I would rather die than be caged up. You wouldn't get me into one of them, I would make it your living hell if you tried. I would never submit to you. When I get out, as they are always away I would rip you to shreds and go after the ones you truly care about he threatened as his eyes glowed as he finished the speech.
Robert was about to pull the bullet out until he felt another sharp pain just like the first one. He rolled onto his stomach as he tried to crawl away. The silver was really causing him pain and discomfort, he was trying to find a place where he could just die in peace even though the wounds weren't a death sentence. It was just very painful and his body couldn't heal. But he was feeling really strange, like his strength was draining. His vision was also going as well. Robert didn't know about all the types of wolfsbane yet. Robert tried his best to keep awake, but everything was going blurry and even though he wanted to he couldn't fight back, he just had no strength.
Feeling weak like this was something Robert hated. He opened his eyes one more time before he closed them and was out cold
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CHRIS ARGENT
Hunter
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Post by CHRIS ARGENT on Jan 4, 2022 18:41:23 GMT
He.
Every word out of the man’s mouth was more proof that he’d killed the hunter. Delusions were running as thick in the wolf’s head as they’d done back at the Grill when he’d seen nothing wrong with getting behind the wheel of his car and taking himself and whoever else might’ve been on the road when he did it out.
Chris’ teeth gritted hard enough to crack. He took a slow step forward, his grimace bearing them even as he wanted to give a bitter laugh. This one didn’t deserve it. If there was karma it might have been Gerard who’d found him but his avenging angel of a father was still in a facility on the other side of the country, insides as rotten and black as his outsides thanks to the doctored bite Scott had given him. ”You’re wrong, but I guess you don’t care about that. It’s blood on your hands right and that’s all that matters?” Once upon a time the man had been a doctor, he’d found enough evidence of that in his wallet the last time they’d met him and he’d left the man knocked out, unable to hurt anybody including himself, that meant he’d have taken a vow to do no harm. ”You should know that’s no proof,” he told him hoarsely. Doubt was tickling at the back of his mind though. There were those in town who’d been turned into things that never should’ve become. Dread Doctors victims, most younger than the man in front of him. A string to tug on later.
For now he needed to stop him, the bullet he’d put in the wolf enough to slow him down for now. Chris stalked closer, the weapon still up. He could’ve justifiably put the wolf down after he’d committed murder but some part of him still empathised with a man who’d lost his wife and his way. There was no way to undo what had been done, but maybe there was a way to change something. Clucking his tongue, Chris sighed. ”Surrender? That’s what you see it as, like this is a war and we’re on the other side. You are delusional and I should’ve seen it before.” Afraid wasn’t the problem, it was hope. That kept him moving closer, a tired smile finally curving his lips as his gun dropped. ”You can try and trust me you’ll fail. The people you’d go after are stronger than you’ve ever been, Robert.” The man wouldn’t the chance.
Expression stony, Chris raised the weapon and fired again. The wolf was still trying to crawl away but the wolfsbane was working its way through his system, sapping any strength he’d had. Standing over Robert Chris watched the wolfsbane finally take him under. He’d wake up in a cage, likely throwing threats out but others would be protected from him at least. ”Take him to the warehouse,” Chris called over his shoulder to his people, approaching from the woods. ”We’re not done with him.” Letting out a sigh that bled all the tension out of him, Chris stooped to bunch his hands in the guy’s clothes over his shoulders. This wasn’t the end of this.
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