The city of Solace, most would agree that it is a poor name for this city. It started off living up to its name but steadily fell from grace. For the past two years the city has taken a steep fall, and now it seems as if crime, murder and gang violence has taken complete control. It get particularly bad at night when it seems that violence just completely erupts out onto the streets in massive gang wars that the police seem unable or unwilling to stopâ€¦ Of course this is only what the general public knows, the truth is far worse.<br/><br/>The city is in a state of war with itself as supernatural forces (mostly werewolves and vampires) clash in hatred, intent on completely annihilating the other. The fighting has been bloody and especially fierce between the Black Rose pack and the vampires. Some of the other supernatural beings are calling to join one side or the other while others call for peace. The fighting has grown so bad as well that it is getting harder for the supernaturals to hide their presence. Fortunately for the moment the public is being kept in the dark by the supernaturals pulling threads in the media but an unexpected and dangerous mortal group is also aiding in hiding the presence of supernatural beings. A black ops organization called Task Force: Valkerie (TFV), group whose existence is kept secret even from the president, has arrived in the city to remove the supernatural dangers from the cityâ€¦ by any means necessary save for ones that would expose the existence of supernaturals and/or TFVâ€¦<br/><br/>************<br/><br/>It was a small church found in one of the poorer districts of the city nestled between some larger apartment complexes but it was a place that felt different from anywhere else in city. While the rest of the city you always had this uneasy feeling that you were going to die, be preyed upon, or just unexplainable hatred, the area around this church just seemed to radiate hope and strength of better days. The church almost was demolished a couple months back when a young man came by and purchased the property. Now the church was private property and the interior converted/added to allow for several people to now live inside.<br/><br/>Despite this though, the people who live there now will occasionally do charity drives and provide meals for the poor out in front of the church. Even this peaceful building has been touched by the violence of the city, and on more than one occasion since the young man bought the property has been attacked by gangs. It has always survived though and rebuilt from the minor damages it has suffered. Police have done investigations into the man, the group who stay at the church, and even the property itself to try and understand the gang attacks on the building but have turned up nothing.<br/><br/>As with most things in the city now, the church is more than it seems. The truth is this small church is the Chameleonâ€™s base of operations, the only place where one can easily find a Chameleon. If the police were actually allowed onto the property and the rights to a full searchâ€¦ AND knew where to look they might have found a small armory with handguns and Kevlar vests that the Chameleons keep incase of emergencies.<br/><br/>At the moment though, the normal calmness that the churched filled people with was overridden as a small group came in through one of the back doors, some of them covered in dirt and blood. One man with dark blond and, at the moment, had a bleeding claw mark across his face carried a young woman with flaming red hair as well as a huge chunk of her shoulder missingâ€¦ looking as if the flesh had almost been melted or burned off. Four more followed in behind them: One serious looking man with brown hair who stopped at the door as if keeping an eye out for trouble, A girl with deep black hair no more than seventeen years of age leading an almost hysterical blond in a tattered white dress, and lastly a man looking like he was not completely there in the head with his blue wizard robes. The dirty blond man put the young woman he was carrying down carefully on a nearby table now exposing his gray polo shirt covered in blood, bite, and claw marks.<br/><br/>â€œDanar!! Get over here now!!â€ he growled and the man in the wizard robes jumped for a second before nervously moving over to them. The man glared at Danarâ€™s blue eyes with his own dark green eyes. â€œCan you heal her?!?!â€ He almost shouted. Danar looked at the wound nervously, â€œI..Iâ€¦ Iâ€™mâ€¦. notâ€¦.â€ The man stammered. Brian had had enough at that point and grabbed the man by the robes and looked at him with his clawed face. â€œSimple answer Danar: yes or no which is it?â€ Danar took a shaky breath before nodding, â€œYes, I should be able to heal some of it.â€ Brian let him go. â€œGet to it then.â€ He snarled before walking away towards another room, â€œTakara! Iggy! With me nowâ€¦â€ The man by the door and the seventeen year old followed him. There was an old light that engulfed the red-heads shoulder as the mage Danar proceeded to heal what he couldâ€¦<br/><br/>The other room was sort of like a living room with couches and chairs but the main piece that drew everyoneâ€™s attention was always the pure white worn cross hanging on the wall. The calmness and hope that filled the area all seemed to radiate out from that cross but no one at the moment was feeling particularly comfortable. Brian walked to the center of the room before turning around to face his subordinates. â€œI want you both to hit the streets and find out who those people were, who hired them, and how the hell they knew what we were.â€ The police detective and street hacker both nodded in understanding before they turn to leave. Detective Iggy left but Takara stopped at the door and turned around to face Brian. â€œAre you going to be all right Brian? She really did a number on you back there. Are you sureâ€¦â€ Brian butted in, â€œNo Iâ€™m not going to do anything to Elizabeth. She had every right to lose control, a man pointed a shotgun at her sister. Iâ€™m just glad no one else got hurtâ€¦ Though I wish she hadnâ€™t rushed the man like that but hopefully sheâ€™ll learn from her mistake.â€ He let out a sigh glancing back to the kitchen where a member of his pack was lying on a table injured, â€œIâ€™m going to head over to the Black Rose territory and see if this new information will change their minds or at least give them pause for a moment.â€ Takara started to say something but stopped herself and changed her response, â€œIâ€™ll tell Danar then to keep an eye on Elizabeth and Natasha then.â€ And with that she left.<br/><br/>Brian stood there in silence for several more seconds before turning and walking over to the cross. Standing before it, he started to draw the spiritual energy that radiated from it and slowly his wounds started to close and heal until not even a scar remained. Satisfied that he was back up to full strength he went to his room to retrieve a different shirt and wipe any remaining blood off of him. He settled for a dark blue polo shirt but unlike the other shirt it wasnâ€™t bound to him and thus wouldnâ€™t change with him but he a shirt was just minor concern for him at the moment. Satisfied that he was ready as heâ€™d ever be, Brian set out to face his former alpha and pack over the growing crisis in the city.<br/><br/>Through a combination of public transportation and good old fashion walking, Brian made it to the edge of the Black Rose packâ€™s â€˜officialâ€™ territory as the sky started to turn to dusk. He stood there for a second before taking his shirt off to change into his wolf form to howl and announce his presence to the Black Rose pack. He was being honorable and giving the choice of seeing him there, leading him to her, or ignoring him entirely rather than sneaking in to force a meeting. He shifted back to his human for and put his shirt back on as he waited for their reactionâ€¦<br/><br/>********************<br/><br/>Message to all TFV agents: Teams Helios and Luna will be meeting at prearranged locations at 0000 hours local time. Make sure all personal assignments are completed before this time because they will be suspended until a later date. As always, ensure security and secrecy of TFVâ€¦ This message will self-delete inâ€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦<br/><br/>eferhilda 08-28-2008 03:09 AM<br/>Shey lay sleeping in a den in her wolf form, nestled in among her other pack mates when she heard his call. Brian. She thought to herself as her head raised as well as several of the large males who were her personal body guards. *I'll handle this. Patrol the area and let me know of any others.* she sent to them, they all nodded and got up disappearing out of the den to carry out her orders.<br/><br/>Her rich brown fur shown in the light of the moon as she exited the den, stretching first her front legs and then her rear; giving a yawn she shakes out her fur. Scenting the air she can get a faint scent of him, but no others. So he has come alone. It must be fairly urgent for him to do that, she thinks to herself as she gives a long howl alerting him to her intent to meet him. Then she is moving through the trees her fur blowing in the wind as she moves like a ghost among the shadows and shades of the forest night. There is not even the rustling of leaves or wild life as she moves through her forest, her home, the home of her people, her pack. She was the mistress of these woods and welcomed the cool embrace of the night air against the warm fur of her body. What she loved most was the pure joy that still came to her when she ran through the ancient trails and pathways from wolves come and gone. She loved being a werewolf, finding no shame in what she was born, deeming it a great honor to be so blessed.<br/><br/>As she neared him his scent grew stronger, as well as the scent of blood that was both his own and someone else; female from what she could tell and there was a lot of it too. They must have been in some kind of a fight, with something fairly tough to injure them so. This raised a bit of concern and sped up her playful run through the woods to one of some urgency. Though Brian and his pack were no longer a part of the Black Rose Pack did not mean she was not concerned about them and their well being. On top of that they were werewolves and anyone death of a werewolf hurt them all, it weakened the blood and therefore the pack.<br/><br/>Cresting a small hill she sees the outline of his silhouette his scent near over powering her mixed as it was with all the blood. As she approaches him she allows the change to leave her slowly one part at a time till her booted feet step into the clearing, her hands running up the length of her blue jeans before being tuck into the pocket of the jean jacket she wore over the black tee shirt. She tosses back her thick hair as she looks at him a moment studying him gauging his power before she speaks, "What brings you here Brian?"