Recreation

[Alena Wulf]

A pained, muffled groan came from behind the thick wood iron door at the posterior of the Werewolf Den. Behind this particular door in a hole approximately 2 meters by 2 meters, a man stood bound hand and foot, and gagged, leaning weakly against the back wall. Ice blue eyes peered maliciously through the thin slit in the door at the captive; he was in a sorry state. Skeleton keys jingled in Alena's grasp as she unlocked the door and pulled it open; the hinges cried under its weight, and opened slowly to reveal the man. A dank, rotting wave of smell lurched to greet the Mother of Lycanthropy, swelling with tones of festering flesh and dried, crusted blood. The moon tonight was about 3/4 full and lit as much of the ground behind the mansion as it could, but the Alpha of the Pack did not need light to see. The man's shirt had been torn off and his pants were in tatters; if he'd had shoes before being thrown in some forgotten cell at the ass end of the Den, he didn't have them now. Cuts, slashes and claw marks covered his body, and it looked like his face had been smashed against the wall of his cell; blood caked his hairline and had run down his face.
"Well? Come on," Alena Wulf had the brown pelt of a bear draped over one shoulder, and looked in at the man with a mix of impatience and amusement.
Bright red eyes shown out at the Werewolf. Hungry red eyes. The kind of eyes only ever associated with Vampyres. His ankles had been bound together, as well as his wrists in front of his body by links of silver, and where his bonds touched skin, the skin had turned a sickly blue-gray. He'd been kept in this cell for over a week now, deprived of blood, ignored, and restrained as he was. During the day, the slit in the door allowed just enough sunlight in for the small room to be nearly flooded with light, making it so if the Vampyre desired life, he would have to position himself uncomfortably in the corner of the cell, unmoving for the duration of the day.
A low moan escaped the Vampyre in response to Alena's request, almost as if he were trying not to choke on something, and the Werewolf scoffed slightly. Reaching in, she pulled the man violently out of the cell, slamming the door while her captive hobbled uneasily into the night, falling on the grass. She picked him up one-handed by the back of the neck and set him down on his feet.
"You're making this a lot harder than it needs to be." Alena tsked, watching the Vampyre standing warily before her. This wasn't just any neophyte you could find slumming the bars and hot spots of a town at night. But he wasn't exactly the highest of the high in the Vampyre totem structure either. Before the Lycan Mother had gotten her paws on him, this man had appeared quite sophisticated and had lived a fairly pampered unlife. From what she could tell, he was around half a millennium old, and above average strength for his age. He didn't appear to have any direct affiliation with either Dane and his partner Ahmad, or Victor and would probably only have chosen sides if under duress from one or the other Vampyre forces. But there was something slightly sadistic in making a victim choose a side, giving them reason to believe their life might be saved having done so. This Vampyre had done nothing in particular wrong except that he was the first Alena found when she was looking for a playmate. In the weeks to come, she would be targeting certain Leeches as messages; but this one was just a spontaneous, whimsical appetizer, something to tease her hunger.
Crossing her arms, Alena glared sternly at the Vampyre in front of her, "You must have been through Hell in there, you poor thing. I firmly believe you haven't truly lived until you've been put to torture at the hands of the enemy. Hmm... that means I've lived, what is it now? Four? Fives times? Oh, I can't remember." The Mother of Lycanthropy dusted the Vampyre off a bit and smiled pleasantly to him. "Reminiscing aside, what the fuck does Dane have up his sleeve?" As she asked the question she dug her nails deep into the Vampyre's shoulder.
He stumbled slightly forward, his jaw trying to work through words but choking behind his duct tape gag. Something shone off the Vampyre's face in the light of the moon and Alena scoffed with disbelief. "Are you crying?" Pure, light-hearted laughter erupted from the Werewolf and she removed her grip, "You're serious? Gods, all these many, long years and I never knew your kind could cry. More!" She poked a finger at the leech's cheek and brought it back to taste the salty emotion falling from his eyes. A hand covered her stomach lightly and Alena grinned, showing four sharp canine teeth.
She ripped the duct tape quickly off his face, and watched as the Vampyre desperately spit cloves of garlic out of his mouth, stuttering protests.
"Scream if you like; it's just you, me, these woods, and my home of Wolves for kilometers. But hope is not lost for you, little one." She brought a hand up to caress the Vampyre's blood and tear stained cheek and he shied away. "All I want from you is to play a game. Do that, and I'll let you go. You're a bear. On the other side of the mansion, I've trapped an animal for you, unharmed and full of blood. Can you smell it? Oh right, the garlic, probably not, hmm? Well I can. I'll give you a head start, and if you reach the deer before I do, I will free you and give you passage home." Alena's eyes flickered subtly, and she sent a calming feeling toward the mind of her victim. "If I reach the deer first, well, you're one fucked bear, and I get a big meal. I'd free your ankles, but I want to make sure you're on all fours for this." With a flick of the wrist, she pulled the bear pelt snugly around the Vampyre, fastening it around his shoulders, and flipping the head of the bear over the man's forehead. She smacked the Vampyre on the ass, "Run. It would please me greatly if you'd growl for me too." After the slightest moment of the Leech working through what exactly it was Alena wanted from him, she growled, "RUN!"
The Vampyre tried lifting a leg to sprint away and tripped on his restraints, falling face first into the cold ground. Alena began counting and he stumbled frantically, pushing himself back up to his feet, hopping away. One, two; on the third hop he'd fallen again, the pelt jostling with each bounce, and he decided to try Alena's suggestion of going on all fours. From legs to hands the Vampyre hobbled forward with as much haste as he could muster, sobbing and breathing raggedly.
Alena Wulf stopped counting and stood there in contemplation for a moment. He was really doing a poor job at being a bear. This whole ordeal was turning out to be a big disappointment, even with making the whelp cry. She might have to summon Szandor back just to fix her mood after this one.
At the count of 30 she would meander after the poor fool.

[Ray Preston]

Ray, exiting his plane into a foreign Stockholm. After the fall of the Doomhollow Den in America, Ray knew he had orders to go find Pete, but now that he was here. He did not know where to begin to look. He decided that his best bet was to start trying to find a den and get information that way, but where even to start. Pete told Ray a name. It took a Ray a second to catch it. Aleena Wulf. That was it! She was his answer to finding Ray, but where to begin? Ray walked around for hours before deciding to grab a bit to eat in a local diner. As ray was eating his sandwich, he realized he was being watched by to gentlemen who stood about 6'2, and had long black hair.
Ray decided to try and bate them. He got up from his table and walked out the main door leading into the diner. Outside, Ray walked about normal pace until he rounded a corner that blinded the eyes of the two guys following him for just a second. Ray ducked into an abandoned ally way and waited. The two men continued to walk by. Ray leaped from behind the Dumpster he was hiding behind and grabbed the man closest to him.
Ray asked calmly "Who are you and why are you following me?"
The other man eyed Ray carefully and said. "We are messengers for Aleena Wulf. She would like you to come with us."
Ray looked at the man and said firmly, "Then take me to her."

[Alena Wulf]

"Tjugoåtta. Tjugonio. Trettio." As she reached thirty, Alena could still hear the Vampyre struggling around the building. He had made it closer to his goal than she might have guessed, but not close enough.
With the slightest shrug of her shoulders, the Mother of Werewolves shed the pale skin of her Human form and grew into the form of her beast; tall, muscled, covered in pitch black fur and accented with sharp claws and teeth. The shift felt liberating, and always sent goose-bumps coursing through every single centimeter of her body, filling her being with energy so potent and unrestrained. In decades and centuries past, she'd spent months alone in the wild, living in her wolf skin. But these were different times and such luxuries were not something the Alpha of the Pack granted herself much of anymore. These days she had to try and content herself with what little hunt her enemy provided for her, and the games she could get away with to make things scream. The hunt of her enemies wasn't much; Vampyres may have the upper edge on Humans, but for Alena the blood-suckers weren't exactly difficult to track down.
Alena Wulf leaned into a gallop on all fours and made her way around the side of the Den. The distance between her and the bear-pelted-Vampyre closed quickly, and a deep, guttural growl escaped between her barred teeth. Ten meters ahead, a deer was chained on a leash to a tree. The large Werewolf snapped her fangs at the Vampyre and swiped her claws, knocking him down. Clamping her teeth around the Leech's neck, Alena shook and tore at his flesh, swinging him partially and letting him fall back into the ground. The Vampyre made quiet noises of pain and protest, but they were drowned out by the Wolf's snarls and quickly died when his head was severed. The taste of Vampyres didn't repel Alena as much as it seemed to other Werewolves, but it certainly wasn't as appetizing as the meat of a Human or animal, and after killing the man, moved on to the deer nearby. With a quick tug of the chain, Alena ripped it from the tree, and sunk her claws into the deer's spine and stomach, her teething biting into the back of its neck.
Not long after digging into the deer, footsteps could be heard approaching from the driveway, coming her way. The Mother of Lycanthropy felt two familiar Wolves, closer to her confidence than most others at the Den, leading a stranger. She continued eating even as the three Werewolves came within a few meters and her two Pups bowed, waiting for her attention.
When the deer was nothing but bones and unwanted skin and meat, Alena looked over at the three men in her audience, and shifted down to her Human form. Dark, black hair fell over the woman's pale shoulders and down her back. She stood naked before her Pups, blood dripping from her mouth and down her chin and fingers; it was caked and painted up her forearms and shins down to her feet, the occasional red splatter on her chest, belly and thighs. Pale blue eyes stared through the new Werewolf in her presence, something about him smelled vaguely familiar; he was American perhaps? She rested a hand on the head of the man bowing to the left of Ray, running her fingers through his dark hair, "And who have you brought me, my pets?" Alena Wulf looked to Ray, smiling coyly.

[Ray Preston]

As Ray was being "escorted" to meet the woman he had flown half way around the world to meet, he was brought to a scene that was unfamiliar to him in many ways. For one, there was a dead body laying next to a wolf, who was gnawing on the remains of a deer that it had just gathered up. Ray was no stranger to the eating habits of his kind but the stench that filled his nose, was one that Ray was drawn to. Vampires. He hated them more than anything else that walked this earth. But was this wolf Alena? Was he finally in front of the woman who Pete told him to find in case something went wrong? Ray took a chance and said confidently but nervously, "If I may speak, I was sent her to find Alena Wulf if I had any information that I believed needed to be delivered to Master Pete. Are you her Ma'am?" Silence filled the dark woods as she stared into his eyes.

[Alena Wulf]

Alena laughed softly, her pointed fangs showing boldly; something about being called 'Ma'am' by a Pup who answered to Pete as Pete answered to her amused the woman.
The Mother of Lycanthropy looked to the two Werewolves who'd brought Pete's Pup to her, "Dispose of the Vampyre for me and leave the bones in the forest behind the mansion, hmm? Perhaps some of our pets will enjoy them tonight."
The two men, nodded and stood to take care of Alena's bidding, and the Queen returned her blue eyes to Ray, "I am Alena Wulf, Child. Peter Sharpe said I might have a visitor for him. Would you like to come inside?" With a hand, Alena motioned for him to follow, and walked on bare feet toward the mansion. "What news do you bring?"