Thread: Loup Garou: A Reservation for Werewolves (Javorcek X MissMelly)

See more DING DING DING DING DING DING DING! As the bell rang for the fighters to take their corners, Jacqueline adjusted her grey padded gloves for about the fifteenth time in the last five minutes. She gnawed at her mouth guard, her nose wrinkling slightly at the scents that were bombarding nose. The arena smelt of too many bodies, piss-beer, and cheap food. The lights were brighttoo bright. The sound of cheering admirers hurt her ears. And for a moment she cursed her agent for scheduling a match so close to the full moon. Too close Usually she wasn't nervous before a big fight. But tonight was differenttonight she was fighting against a vampire. She could -smell- the undead stench that clung to her opponent on the other side of the ring. Sometimes, Jack would deliberately throw fights against humans, no one wanted to go up against an unbeatable foe. But tonight she'd be fighting with everything she had vampires and werewolves had a long rivalry. Ladies and gentleman! Heeeerreee we go with our main event of the evening! THREE five minute rounds scheduled in a Featherweight Special Attraction! MMA fans get ready because this is certainly going to be an amazing fight! In the blue corner, standing at fix feet even, she weighed in at ONE Hundred and FORTY FIVE pounds. MMA fans please give it up for Amelia, Nightstalker Vaduva. And in the silver corner. Standing at five feet, nine inches she weighed in at ONE hundred and FORTY POUNDS even! Truly one of MMA's street fighting pioneers. Ladies an gentleman, please welcome JACK! The Werewolf Dubois! Jack's pouty lips curled into a smirk, even after all these years, she still found amusement in her title. Her nickname had been given to her early on in her career when fans had noticed that she would never fight two days before or two days after a full moon. When pressed about it during an interview, she had merely stated that it was an old superstition it was bad luck to go into battle so close to a full moon. If only her fans knew how fitting her nickname truly was. --- Loup Garou. It was a phrase that her great-grandmother had said often. Old French words that described people given this curseor gift, as her great-grandmother used to say. Now it was the name given to the inhabitants of the Loup Reservation. At first, their reservation had only been situated in southern Canada. But after her father had bought more land and urged the United States government into allow them passage between countries so that they may be united with their brethren across the border, Jack's pack was now one of the largest in North America. The welterweight MMA champion was also the Alpha female of the Loup Garou. Descended from a long line of fighters, guardians, and alphas, she had a naturally protective attitude towards her pack. Trial after trial she had passed, showing off her strength as well as her cunning. She had a gift for knowing what people wanted and she sported a gentler, more feminine touch when it came to sensitive matters. The males would have her kick away every dirty pup that came to their gates seeking refuge and knowledge. But Jack welcomed new wolves with open arms. It was hard to grow up as a werewolf in this day and age. Even harder if you had to do it by yourself. We're here, Miss Jacqueline. Chimed the voice of Maxwell as they finally finished the bumpy ride on dirt roads to end up in the middle of the reservation where her cabin was located on the lake. It was a beautiful old home with the rustic, log cabin appeal that her clean, modern penthouse in the city lacked. She much preferred this placeit just smelled like home. Thank you, Maxwell. Her butler insisted on using her full first name, rather than the shortened version that she preferred. So she of course, repaid him in kind calling him Maxwell instead of Max. And he insisted on driving, even though Jack would like to do that herself. A greying, older man, Max had been in the service of her family for as long as Jack could remember. Will that be all for today, Miss Jacqueline? She smiled, noticing how anxious her butler was. He wanted to go to his cabin, to be with his family on the reservation. He was a stubborn old thing, committed to his job, so much so that he refused to retire. Yes Maxwell, that will be all. Please, go enjoy your time with your family. I will be fine, I promise. Before leaving, Maxwell unloaded the suitcase and helped her get settled before shifting into his true form a tall, lean, werewolf with salt and pepper hair. The young wolf was envious of himshe still hadn't mastered drifting between forms as the elders could. Jacqueline remembered when there had been more pepper than salt in his fur, when she had been a little pup and had played with Maxwell's children. Who would probably one day take care of her own children. Hmmph-my- children. Jack snorted softly at the thought before heading upstairs to her bedroom. She was tired and with two days until the full moon, she knew that she would need to rest up. Her fights left her energy depleted, and she'd need to replenish her reserves because the full moon would soon take it's toll on her body.