Thread: Werewolves and Hunters [JacksAreWild x ClearSight]

See more Whoa whoa whoa! Hold on, turn it. Turn it. TURN IT! AHHHHHHHH FUCK MY HAND! Jessie roared as her fingers became smashed between the wall of the stairwell and the couch that her and her brother were trying to haul up it. She nearly dropped her end of the couchperhaps the only thing keeping her from doing so was the fact that her hand was physically trapped where it was and she had no choice but to hold onto the fabric of the couch. Ohmyfuckinggod I am going to push you down the stairs later and not even feel bad about it. The brunette hissed through grit teeth, shooting daggers with her dark eyes straight at her younger brother. Sorry! Sorry. Jackson tried to adjust the couch with his sister, attempting to tiltturnroll it so that they could get it around the corner. Why did you have to pick the third floor anyways? We wouldnt have this problem if you didnt want a stupid balcony. Who cares about a balcony anyways? All you can see are the other dumb apartments in the complex. Hey, can you guys quit chit-chatting and hurry up? This thing is heavy. Anna called up, holding, in her hands, a standing lamp that couldnt possibly weigh much more than fifteen pounds. Jessie bit her tongue in order to refrain from shouting several very not nice phrases at her siblings. They were here on their own time anyways, moving her furniture for freethe least she could do was not swear at them for a few hours. So, with a heavy sigh, she adjusted her burden and worked with Jackson to get her unwieldy couch up the last few stairs and into her brand new apartment. Hopefully shed be staying in this one much longer than she had the last. For nearly five years she had lived in a little town out west, in the boondocks her, her family, and her pack. She had liked it there the most out of any place that they had lived, there were lots of forests for hunting and running free. But after a group of hunters had caught wind of them, the small town that they had occupied was no longer safe. The whole lot of them had scattered, deciding to lay low for a while before grouping up again and forming their own version of Little Werewolf Town. Now it was just her and her siblings in this town but they each had their own apartments in different complexes, her parents were in the next one over. It wasnt fair. She didnt even eat humans anyways! They tasted like pork. Gross. Why was she subjected to the stereotypical image that all werewolves were monsters that ate humans?! Racist! Werewolf hunters are fucking racist! Jessie liked to protect things. And as irony would have it, the big scary monster actually worked as a police officer, protecting the humans that she was supposed to be eating. Not like the hunters cared. All they saw was a mangy rabid animal that may or may not rip their arm off and use it as a chew toy. Alright! Now all we have to do is put the furniture back together. Nooooooooooo! Her siblings whined in unison. They were both collapsed on the couch, sweaty, panting, and unwilling to move any further. Cant we just break for food? How about you order a pizza or something. Anna pouted, though Jessie wouldnt figure out why her sister was tired, she had left all the heavy shit for her and Jackson. Finefinewimps. It wasnt that her siblings were in poor shape, it was just that Jessie had to maintain her figure as part of her job. A lot of her down time was spent running and lifting weights, the work of such efforts evident on her sleek form, especially now that the sweat on her skin was making her shirt cling to her curvy but toned body. With a sigh, she grabbed her phone and made her way out on to the balcony so that she could make a call to one of the local pizza places and cool down a little bit.