chxxrslove:

As the bullet sliced, Lena whipped her guns out and hoped her accelerator would power up that second. But it turned out that she didn’t need to. That this werewolf, or Jesse or whoever, took over on that front with a horrifying kill. Lena swallowed down any terror at that and listened to the orders and guidance where the evac ship was touching down. 

Running up the walkway, she managed to fire back a few shots at persuing agents as her accelerator blinked online before the ramp fully closed and they were off.

Stumbling a little from the take off, she ran a hand through her hair and breathed out a sigh of relief. Looking around at her panicked teammates, she raised her hands to them and their sheer terror at the creature on board.

“S’okay! He’s one of us!” She tried to say before having to answer ‘I don’t know’ to the resulting questions and recounting her story.

I think…

Given the hysteria that amassed as soon as he stepped on-board, McCree was wary to fixate his gaze on any other agent but Lena, hoping that she would continue to maintain some semblance of control over the others that fidgeted in their own tight-knit groups as far away from him as possible.

At their distress the wolf huffed an apology, and flattened his long ears against his skull with a wrap of his tail around his hind legs in an attempt to make himself as small as possible. The smell of gun-smoke and his own blood clung to each and every fibre of his thick fur, overpowering the stench of fear that hung as a blanket in the air. It was revolting, although he had little choice but to snap his maw tightly and bear it, eyes leaving Lena’s for only a few heartbeats to asses the wound on his side oozing with blood.

–

McCree was last to emerge from the carrier, favouring to give the others a mutual wide berth and hopefully slink around the back of the craft to take another route away from prying ears and eyes. Yet before his plan could be put into action, he was intercepted by the sound of heels striking against the tarmac and the sight of the blonde medic making a beeline directly towards him. The wolf found himself wince internally at the fury of that glare directed solely at him, though felt worser still at the worry that pinched her brows and pulled her usually soft smile into that of a hard grimace. Ange.

‘Need I ask how this happened?’ At first McCree thought that the query was directed at him, but instead those chilled blue eyes were upon Lena, voice loud enough to carry over the quickened steps of people rushing too and fro from the carrier. ‘Jesse, I need to take a look at that.’ Angela mentioned with a pointed look at his wound, ‘And you too, Lena. Both of you, come with me.’

plasmabcrn:

Aether winced hearing the howl of pain from the creature and ordered the other agent to lower his weapon and return to the med room, in which her command received a look of utter shock from the other.

“ you can’t be serious..? ” they had said to Aether.

narrowed green eyes glowed a poisonous colour as she stared at the agent. “ dead serious. ”

sparing a glance to where the creature fled, she turned to face the gun bearing male. “ that creature is still here and if you go find it guns waving around, there will be more blood shed. now go. ”

muttering something about Aether being a ‘crazy bitch’, which she ignored, he left and Aether followed the trail of blood. hopefully, her being unarmed would spare her any wounds.

The wound was not deep enough to be of any serious concern, although it did cause his hind-leg to lose its strength considerably and in an alarmingly-quick fashion. Now limping in an uneven yet swift gait, McCree proceeded to navigate his way back to the front of the warehouse, his chest rumbling with frustrated, pained growls as he did.

He was not unaware of the woman shadowing him, even as her footsteps remained quiet and slow-paced to keep a safe distance. Smart, for at this moment the agitation of being wounded had his blood run wild, and he was in no mood to entertain this little chase that she insisted on keeping. As the cool air hit his senses, McCree found some relief and he turned to face her when she too emerged, glaring at her with a flash of his incisors in silent warning. His wounded side was turned away from her instinctively with weight heavily favouring his left flank, and he was torn between backing away and standing his ground.

chxxrslove:

Things moved at a speed even Lena couldn’t comprehend. One second she was getting about to regain her position in time and space from a recall, the next there was a crack of gunshot and a huge blob of fur was pressed up against her. Flashes of pain appeared in her sides as if she was being stabbed with needles. Heart racing, she looked up and didn’t recognise the gigantic wolfish beast stood in front of her.

Lena Oxton was in shock. A huge werewolf appeared from nowhere. About to scream, the noise caught in her throat as she looked into those huge amber hued eyes and saw them looking her over. There was something recognisable about them.

She became mildly aware of being shouting in her ear for updates, but she was numb to anything outside of this creature.

“Jesse?”

She was white as a sheet, stunned into silence and for a moment McCree doubted she would recover in time to evade the onslaught of the operatives pouring into the area. Already could McCree sense them taking up positions in a crescent shape around them, feel the rumbling vibration of their heavy footfalls for stealth was not needed. Long ears flicked forwards at the orders barked from Lena’s earpiece, warning of the sudden increase of activity in their area. A little too late for that, the wolf thought. They had to flee immediately if there was any chance of leaving without further injury.

Being incapable of confirming his identity in his current state,McCree instead growled softly and attempted to communicate the urgency of their situation with a wave of a large arm jut of his snout at the direction of the exit. She matched his pace step-to-step which hastened into charge as two agents attempted to intercept them. The loud whistle of a bullet slicing through the air could be heard just by the wolf’s head and McCree lunged with opened jaws and a horrendous bellow, tearing through the man’s neck. Blood bloomed into his mouth, smacked against the back of his throat and McCree spat it out but not before a sickening snap ricocheted through the air. The remaining agent bolted, listening to his gut instinct to flee and the wolf did not pursue as he released the limp corpse from his maw and bounded towards the exit.

–

The pair were outside within moments, and were greeted by the blinding lights of the carrier jet that lowered itself to allow them on-board. As he boarded, there was little that McCree could do against the shouting and skirting of personnel around him, giving him a wide birth lest he attack them. Not that he would dare try, yet their fear was to be expected given his bloodied appearance. McCree managed to retreat into the furthest part of the carrier before he succumbed to the pain, and dropped to the floor with a low whine. A padded hand came to nurse his wounded side and he pressed himself against the aircraft’s wall as he curled into a tight ball. He desperately wished to change back, to properly asses the wound, though he dared not reveal his identity to the many pairs of eyes that watched him apprehensively. He would wait until he was in the care of Doctor Ziegler, a wait that would last a decent half-hour away. He just hoped he could hold out ‘til then.

plasmabcrn:

she was quite surprised to see that they had set up a make-shift medical lab for her. it made her a little better to know that she didn’t need to go out and participate in whatever violent acts they did. she ignored what they did and healed wounds, and they paid her. but that didn’t make her any better than Talon.

every so often, she would look up from the datapad in her hands, just to make sure no one was peeking over her shoulders. she didn’t like sharing secrets on her experiments. after a few more minutes, she relaxed back against the wall she was leaning against.

the sudden scream of pain in the warehouse caused her to drop the pad in her hands. the other agent on alert. she looked at him, her green eyes bright and narrow. “ i saw no one else when we arrived– i thought you said this place was secure! “

storming towards the source of the noise, she paused dead in her tracks when she rounded the corner. that was something you don’t see everyday and it caused her legs to shake. a giant wolf, ‘werewolf’ went through her mind immediately along with ‘run!’, but she couldn’t move.

With arm slashed open by the rake of long claws, the agent’s grip slipped on his gun and it clattered noisily to the floor, disturbing the dust beneath their feet. McCree pressed forwards with a guttural snarl, an act of aggressive intimidation to scare his opponent into making a hasty retreat. It worked. This man seemed intelligent enough to spot a loss when he saw one, and so he fled with a quick spin of his heel in the opposite direction and almost collided into Aether as she rounded the corner.

The regret that trapped her also paled her face considerably, and she stood completely still in the face of the growling wolf. McCree’s eyes narrowed at the sight of her, the scent of her fear delectable, though being gripped by fright did not provoke him into making a swift attack.
Instead, McCree retreated and leapt for the stairs, just as he heard the sound of a bullet ricochet off the walls. He avoided the rapid firing by sheer luck than prediction as he bounded towards the door in haste. However, a rogue bullet sliced his flank before he slipped through the door, and he howled his pain in response, the mark leaving a steady trail of blood to track his path into the front of the warehouse from where he had disappeared into.

kingoftheravens:

That wasn’t right. None of this was right. How could it be Jesse? It was Jesse, though, right? Yeah. The creature had just been there in the shadows, though its form was mostly hidden. It had been larger than Jesse, taller, broader, far more dangerous, and yet now the cowboy stood in place of it, completely naked. Certainly Loki hadn’t been seeing things, right? No. Nonsense. 

It took only seconds for Loki’s form to relax, his expression softening, eyes widening in his bewilderment. “What the fuck, Jesse?” He breathed in relief, taking a few steps closer to his friend. It was a relief spurred from many different things: that the creature was Jesse, that he’d found out it was Jesse before he’d done something stupid, that his friend was okay. Frantically he searched the gunslinger’s face as if the answers to the hundreds of burning questions the King had rested there. They did not. In fact, Jesse seemed to be just as bewildered as he, both of them shocked at the other’s presence in the dark woods.

In that momentary silence that fell between them, Loki struggled to find the ability to voice the questions resting on the tip of his tongue. What was that? What are you doing here? What’s going on? What was that thing? Are you that thing? What’s going on? But rather than those coherent, straightforward words, all that fell from his mouth was yet another, “What the fuck?” Only his tone was not angry, not judgmental, merely confused, begging for answers.

How could he begin to explain himself? Never once in the past had he been caught red-handed like this, and he couldn’t readily give a coherent answer that his friend’s earnest expression begged him for. This was a day of firsts. A first for exposing himself to someone none-the-wiser to his actual self, and a first he guessed for his friend of ever seeing a werewolf shift back. If it weren’t for the surprise that rooted Loki to the spot, he would probably had been disgusted by the viewing the distortion of beast back to man. It was hardly a pretty sight. For that McCree apologised with an uneasy grin, though the smile was only brief, replace now by the growing panic.

‘I–uh, well--um..’ McCree stuttered, and clapped his hands in front of his face to better hide just how exposed he felt, and it was not about being naked. ‘Fuck, I dunno?! This ain’t exactly somethin’ you just say over coffee, ya know? Damn it. The hell are you even doin’ here?’

kingoftheravens:

Werewolf. A legend, a myth, a cryptid lurking within the neat shadows pinned outside windows. Loki knew of them, of course he did, just as he knew of any local legends: vampires, sirens, Baba Yaga, and so on. Never had he actually met one, not a werewolf, and his knowledge on the subject was minimal enough that he had no real opinion on them. Did they exist? Hard to say when he’d never seen one. Did they not exist? Just as difficult to say. So he remained in a blissful realm of neutrality.

What could not be denied, however, was this: something odd was nearby, had been nearby for some time, and its smell did not match that of a human’s or any common animal. Loki didn’t really pride himself on having a strong nose, but it worked a lot better than humans’ noses did and therefore he felt it was a good enough tool. In this instance, he knew there was something cryptic lurking about in the woods, just not what it was.

Of course, not once would Loki have considered that the scent belonged to Jesse. No. He was a simple cowboy with simple tastes, a great sense of humor, and a dashing jawline–nothing more, nothing less. A werewolf? Didn’t once cross his mind as a possiblity.

But there Loki stood, form bristled, eyes narrowed as they glared into the darkness of the woods that late night. The scent was potent here so close to whatever creature skulked nearby, enough so that Loki’s nose wrinkled almost instinctively. There was no way to know what the being wanted, provided it wanted anything, however its presence so close to Loki in the last few months had concerned him enough that he felt compelled to find and confront the creature himself regardless of it was.

With careful steps, he inched closer and closer to where the scent was coming from behind a cluster of trees nearby, their shadows long and dark. There was a predatory expression in his eyes, one that warned, that sought, that prepared. 

“I know you’re there,” he hissed. There was something in those shadows. Something large and dangerous. Further details could not be made out, but Loki fixed his gaze to that area.

The period of being lulled into false sense of security passed relatively quickly, given the way Loki froze in his movements to stare directly at him through the darkness. At first, McCree thought himself indistinguishable against the forest backdrop, acting as a boulder or perhaps a mangled stump. Yet dread filled his chest as Loki took a step, and then another towards him, movements cautious yet purposeful, and hostility very much evident.

Damn it.

McCree had a thought to turn heel and run, though he couldn’t be sure his friend wouldn’t give chase or remain where he was to intercept him if he did return at a later time. What was clear to him however, was that Loki only saw him as a threat as he rightfully should, for no other person he had ever met in this form had paid him any kindness.

As those words passed the closing distance between them, McCree backed up a step and then another until he felt the solid body of a tree press up against his flank. Loki’s pace had quickened now, readying himself for a fight, and the scowl his friend bore darkened at the instinctive curl of his lip over pointed, incisors. 

Shit!

The transformation happened abruptly, too-quickly for his body to handle and McCree swallowed the yelp that broke through clenched teeth at the pain that surged through his body. Sweat broke out over his forehead as he stood, stark-naked before the other with hands raised and eyes wide. ‘Loki, wait! It’s me! It’s Jesse!’

McCree was never a by-the-book kind of guy. Running with Deadlock had proven to sour his sense of camaraderie and instilling a sense of mischief and bad behaviour that came with a hot-headed teenager running amok. Even after his Captain and later the Commander Reyes himself had tirelessly attempted to break his abhorrent habits, McCree still played loosely when out on the field and produced effective results in favour of proper teamwork. 

The demand however to never reveal his wolf was something that McCree respected - a protocol he vowed to never break even under the most extreme of circumstances where it may be deemed necessary to use it. He had ushered that oath on the day of his initiation or else he would have faced the persecution that already threatened his livelihood. As expected, McCree chose the former.

Today, however, he had royally screwed up on the only promise he had made as an agent of Blackwatch. Against his greater judgement, McCree shifted in an act of desperation, sliding into the firing line of his fellow comrade that had traced back into the missile’s shot purely by coincidence. That the gunslinger had pre-emptively caught the sniper’s marker was perhaps a miracle, and as the bullet slid deep into his back did he slide to a halt before Lena, the metal lodging itself firmly into his flesh.

McCree was hardly aware of it’s impact, instead the heat of his shift swallowed the acute pain as his freshly-morphed body as he shielded Lena with his considerable size. Sharp golden eyes rose to meet the agent’s immediately, assessing any damage to her face where the bullet had be trained for. Large, clawed hands were upon her waist, steadying her from the lunge he had made and lifting a heartbeat later as to not further frighten her. It was quite the hit to the senses, he suspected. To see a seven-foot beast seemingly materialise in one’s path out of thin air.

After a moment of laboured breathing, McCree pricked his ears to the sound of blood slapping against the floor beneath his feet and his gaze followed, confused for a moment before he recognised a sharp pain within his chest and the taste of metal upon his tongue.

He was a mutual party, he supposed. Declining the offer of rejoining the Overwatch Initiative in favour of making his plays in the dark. It suited his discreet lifestyle - eliminating those most dangerous to the public to lighten the burden on the organisation’s already stretched-thin operatives.

Although he was not technically a part of the new Overwatch, he was not unknowledgeable of their workings, or of their enemies. Talon posed the greatest threat, possessing the capability to sabotage Overwatch’s carefully-placed plans by their superior technology, numbers and facilities at their disposal.

Even working alone McCree had felt their pressure, crossing paths with them on a number of occasions at events or places that both held same interests. This was one such scenario, and from his hidden position the gunslinger could identify two operatives and a medic entering through the warehouse door. It was a good thing that McCree had been delayed in his journeying when he did, for he would have ultimately been spotted by the small crew if he had not.

His shift had come on unexpectedly, influenced by the growing moon that touched just the tips of the trees that framed the surrounding area. It was not quite full yet, perhaps a couple of nights off, although his repeated delay of taking his wolf form in the weeks before had weakened his capability of doing so considerably. He had little time to prepare before his vision went black and a red-hot heat clawed at the skin across his entire body. It would always be painful. Not quite as excruciating as when his shifts first manifested, though hardly comfortable with bones, tendons and muscle elongating and snapping into place.

His attire now left shredded in pieces on the floor was rummaged through for his belt at a width no longer suited for his larger waist. Instead, McCree strapped it around his thick thigh with a clawed hand and nudged his revolver into its holster. In this form he had no further use for it, although he was not about to leave it here to retrieve later lest Talon were alerted to it.

After waiting a few minutes, McCree quietly followed the team into the warehouse, clinging to the shadows at every opportunity. 

Never get too close.
It was a constant reminder that plagued warm thoughts whenever a few token words brought forth a smile from the gunslinger, or when a hearty laugh would burst from his chest. Both were so easily summoned when in the company of his new friend, and with it came a conflict he had not anticipated.

It was a mindset ingrained in his very core, he supposed. To want in a pack - to disclose the deepest secrets, and confide in another the most intimate parts of one’s self. Previous experiences warned him of disclosing too much, for when his true self was eventually exposed he would be shunned for being a beast, the stuff of nightmares and harbinger of horrors that left children squealing in fright in their beds. Those he had come to trust lost their faith in him once he had shown them for what he was, and so he lied to protect them - lied to protect himself. He had lied for most of his adult life, keeping his other life a secret that only he would enjoy in.

Loki had been nothing but amicable to he since their meeting of six months ago. In turn, Jesse had enjoyed himself thoroughly in his pretend life: acting as a thirty-something year old college-drop-out that had freshly moved into a flat in Washington. His military-life had been kept on the low, for although stating himself as a former agent of Blackwatch would have been a key ice-breaker, it felt inappropriate to the normality that Loki had brought. As far as the gunslinger knew, the other was just a regularl individual—save for the whole ‘Raven King’ thing. That had come as quite a shock to Jesse although he had taken it in his stride, dazzled by the other’s sincerity and genuine pleasure of spending time with him. He of all people knew of having an alias.

In truth, Jesse had moved to the state for its rich forestry and dreary weather it promised. It was everything his wolf side craved, and the only place he could truly exist. Except now a figure had breached his perimeters, lingering on the outskirts of the forest that surrounded his shabby flat.
The wolf had smelt him before he saw him, and immediately was his curiousity piqued, hot breath like ribbons floating into the air as he rose to his full impressive height.

‘Why is he here?’ Jesse thought with mild alarm, cautious as to not stir the forest debris beneath his pawed feet as he clung to the shadows the dense trees provided, hoping that it would conceal his form that stood not twenty metres away.

Van Helsing McCree tho