<strong>Jake Prior<br/>Tagged:</strong>Lily, Anne, Anna, Nathaniel, Steven<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Wolves Den - Hill<br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.superheroprofiles.com/files/2008/10/heroes-sylar-zachary-quinto.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><em>"Jake enough! I won't have you threatening any wolves especially a pup. Even the Romans had more sense then that."</em><br/><br/><strong>"The Romans didn't have the skills or the firepower to penetrate two bodies with one arrow, other wise I guarantee they would have done a lot more threatening."</strong>Jake didn't bother to look back at Nathaniel. He knew an order when he heard it and lowered his Rifle, clicking off the laser. He stood up from his stance, as well. Rolling his ankles, and cracking his neck, hands still on his weapon.<br/>Finally able to relax he quick-released his Rifle from its sling and set it on the side before undoing the Holster webbing on his upper body. Dropping that as well, he undid his black Jacket, before turning around and placing it on Anna's shoulders to help cover her up.<br/>However, he was not about to miss this moment.<br/><strong>"So...a <em>little</em> bit harder eh? Maybe I should run off into the woods more often..."</strong>He teased quietly to Anna before putting his gear back on.<br/>Without the Jacket on, one could see the extent of damages Wolves had done to him in his short career as a Hunter.<br/>How much damages had been done when he had given the Wolf a chance to take him down in hand-to-hand combat.<br/>His black undershirt covered up his torso, but one could see large gashes coming out from the inside of his chest.<br/>There were carve marks on his arms, deep gashes that told the others that they were received through torture and not in battle.<br/>On his neck, one could see a pair of carved scars on both sides, like if he had a pair of gills they would be located there...next to the Jugular veins.<br/>Peculiar, as well...there was a solid black...thing stuck to his undershirt right above his gut. It seemed to move with him and didn't seem to get in his way but it was...there.<br/><br/><em>"Jake, You need to put yourself on a tighter leash. You can't go threatening people and I swear to god if I have to keep smelling all that fucking silver I'm going to hurl."</em><br/><br/>Jake let the thing about the leash go. He knew what Nathaniel meant, and he knew not be a smartass. Though he would have done so in the past, had Jake not have had an agenda.<strong>"I can't go threatening any of YOUR people. But people coming in is a different story. I don't want to go walking out with my weapon down and have them on me with their weapons up just because I decided to be nice. If she had been an active Inquisition hunter with a Pup corpse in her pack you'd be singing a different tune right now. Hell, she's lucky I even said anything."</strong><br/><br/>The commando began to walk with Nathaniel towards...wherever he was going until he made the Silver comment.<br/>Jake stopped in his tracks and shook his head, not moving from his spot.<br/><strong>"No. That's one thing I will not leave. There are...what? Two Hundred something wolves. Some of which are skeptical even now of your position as Alpha. Yeah...if they decided to leave and want to bring me as a snack, they can do it over my dead body. Until you can guarantee that I won't be harmed or tried to be killed amongst your pack, the Silver Sword stays with me. Go ahead and hurl, I've seen guys blow chunks before. Hell I've thrown up myself. It's nothing new to any of us except the little furball in new-bitch's pack."</strong><br/>That's right...Jake just called Lily, "new-bitch"