The Great Escape (closed RP)

[4pawsandatail]

He hadn't really thought about it, the first time he'd done it. He'd been hungry, and he'd needed something to eat and hadn't been able to catch anything the old fashioned way. So he stole it, in the middle of the night, sneaking through the back door of a deli that had been left open during a cigarette break

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[sinfulways]

There had been reports, sightings, and two eyewitness reports that had filtered along the network and somehow ended up in Greta's inbox; there was a werewolf, or wolf-like creature picking off locals. And stealing, if the reports were to be believed. She'd never heard of a werewolf actually stealing little things like food and spare sneakers from thrift stores

[4pawsandatail]

The phone buzzed in Simon's pocket and he cursed, fumbling out the cheap cell and texting back for Greta to wait, knowing at the same time that she wouldn't. She never did. Woman would take on an entire pack of werewolves by herself if she had too, and Simon was simply glad for the fact that all the evidence they had found suggested this wolf was acting alone. And leaving a sloppy trail about it.

Peyton, for his own part, couldn't help the heaving sigh of relief that escaped him as he made it to the old warehouse, slipping into the low to the ground broken window he'd been using as an entrance, completely missing the fact he'd cut his back paw on the few shards of glass in his haste, the pain pressed below the pulsing need to 'runhiderunhide' that seemed to pound in his head with his heartbeat

[sinfulways]

She didn't know if it was the Heaven's finally smiling down on her when she found the blood on the window and smaller drops and smears on the floor just inside, or a clever ruse to keep her following into the darkened area. There was fading afternoon light streaming in through cracked walls and dirty or missing windows, elongating shadows and making the already dark areas all the more so. Greta huffed and slipped into the building to follow the blood

[4pawsandatail]

His ears tipped forward in interest at her words, before they pinned back again as she kept advancing, gun in the ready position. Even though he knew he couldn't get much further back, he couldn't help but try. The woman was beautiful, even as scared as he was, he could notice that. She had beautiful blonde hair and the sharp, piercing kind of eyes that everyone thinks of when they imagine someone's eyes, and he could tell her body was made of mostly muscle and grace