<strong>Name:</strong>Jake Prior<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Amber, Anna, Matt, Orion<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The River<br/><br/>Jake smirked at the snarl from the wolf.<br/>It made his hair stand on end, and sent a shiver down his spine.<br/>There had been moments during his career as an Inquisition Agent where he actually had to hunt a Wolf.<br/>The thrill of hunting a somewhat superior being and then ending its life was...beast like.<br/>Wolf like.<br/><br/>There was an audible<em>Snap!</em>as the sword sheathed along his spine suddenly spun so that the blade now rested along the small of his back.<br/>The grip pointed to the left.<br/>Letting go of the front end of his rifle, keeping his trigger hand on the pistol grip, finger hovering along the trigger guard, he reached back and unsheathed the Silver Sword.<br/><br/>The bright Silver, the smell of it, the Roman style, and the Celtic Cross stamped on the flat-side of the blade.<br/>There was no mistaking the official Inquisition Wolf Killing Blade.<br/>Either handed down from generation to generation or given as a gift to an Elite Member of the Inquisition.<br/>Jake's was both.<br/><br/>Prior had only withdrew some of the blade, not all of it.<br/>Just to show what sort of "teeth" he had on him.<br/>Orion had shown him a little bit in the snarl, so the young Commando "snarled" back.<br/>Jake clicked his sword closed, and the sword then whipped around back to its "non-deployed" position.<br/><br/><strong>"Don't be scared little Pups...I'm on your side."</strong><br/>Jake stated as he put his back against a tree and leaned on it.<br/>His left hand fell to his side, but his right stayed on the Rifle.<br/><strong>"I come from an Organization that wants to end this stupid war between the Inquisition and the Wolves. And since the Inquisition denied our help by killing some of its members...well...we're more inclined to help you."</strong><br/><br/>And then there was Amber.<br/>Lazing about on the Boulder and talking about eating him.<br/>Jake gave an amused grunt, cracking a toothy grin.<br/><strong>"Not if I eat you first. I take my meat raw and squriming or cooked and sizzling."</strong><br/>It was an open challenge.<br/>Like Amber, he had scars of his own.<br/>Unlike her, he was clothed and most of it covered.