England was wet. Thats what he had always heard and always believed. Now that he was here, Fang saw it was hot, as well as wet. With his 'condition' fairly under control until next month, save for the damned claws that never seemed to go away, Mikhail was free to conduct his business as the government expected him.
Unfortunately, his hunt was hampered because the British government wasn't the one he worked with. No, thanks to bureaucracy, the werewolf had to get permission to hunt down the fugitive Martinov. How that made sense was beyond the hunter.
"Excuse me, I am in the looking for Secretary of Minister of Defense. I haff letter of permission that is to be granted."
The red haired witch looked at him like he was a moron. So his English wasn't good...he was classically trained in Russian and German. Who was she to judge anyway? But, then again, it could be the scars. Or the heavy trench coat and gloves he was wearing. Or the damned collar that was spelled to track him.
The Russian werewolf was already irritated, and this lady wasn't making it better. She pointed him down the hallway dismissively and Fang went. He hated the fact that he was more or less forced to obey witches and wizards. He pasued for a moment when a scent caught his nose. He turned his head to catch the scent.
Post by Soren Shepard on Jan 17, 2011 18:03:20 GMT -8
He was in a rather temperamental mood when he finally escaped the office the head of Dept. of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes. Honestly, like it was his fault those muggles stumbled onto him shortly after he shifted the night of the full moon. Yes he supposed it was rather inconvenient for everyone involved, usually he was able to return to his pack for the full moon, but due to recent events he had been busy and lost track of time. So he had settled for roaming the country side, in a supposedly remote area. From what he'd heard, apparently there was quite the clean up. Thus he had been hauled in and given a lecture and blah blah blah....
Now that he was free from the Ministry idiot he decided he needed to get out. Perhaps he would see if Trevor had anything for him to do and if not maybe he would return to the Loch and report back to his pack. It had been at least a full month now since he had last made contact. And he had learned a lot about the Deatheaters in that short time, though he was still lacking information on the half-breeds that called themselves werewolves. He was lost in thought as he stalked down the halls, only stopping when his caught a whiff of something decidedly unfamiliar and very wolf like. Following his nose, he abruptly tuned a corner, and walked straight into the source. A feral grin made its way onto his face. Was this one of those so called halfbreeds? For a supposed werewolf he didn't look all that intimidating.
Now here was a wizard with a slap happy grin and condescending expression on his face. He didn't smell human though, nor like an animal. But, there was something animalistic and wild about this man's scent. His normal leer widened into an actual expression instead of a scar-formed sneer.
"In old country, staring at werewolf like that akin to asking for death sentence. And from me, that is easily being to give. Not five, not ten, but fifteen time champion of fight ring, me. Get out of way, before Fang is having to make, yes? Now."
His last word was a snarl. His fists clenched compulsively, then relaxed. He stepped to the side to move around the unknown being.
Post by Soren Shepard on Jan 17, 2011 18:40:35 GMT -8
He raised an eyebrow slightly when the man had the audacity to speak like he owned the place. Most other werewolves, (halfbreeds all of them) Soren had the privilege of meeting were cowering useless mongrels with no shred of backbone in them at all. This guy...this guy however no longer seemed like a pushover as first thought. Soren tilted his head in a contemplative gesture, perhaps he was wrong in his first assumption and this man was actually Garou. Judging from this 'Fang's' (if that indeed was his name) accent he sounded Russian. Did he run with the Silver Fangs? That would make things rather problematic. Spirals and Silvers never got along at the best of times.
At the mans admission of being a werewolf, followed by the statement that he'd killed people for staring at him Soren's eyes narrowed and he felt his Rage start to surface slightly. As Fang made a move to make his getaway, Soren stepped with him, placing a hand on the mans chest and essentially stopping him in his tracks. "Now, now, now," he casually stated, "We were just getting to know each other." He locked eyes with the other man, he wasn't going anywhere just yet if the garou had his way.
"15 time champ in a ring? Big deal...real question is can you hold your own in the wild?" The question was meaningless, just a verbal jab to make the man stay put. "You accent places you from Russia if I'm not mistaken, you running with the Silver Fangs or are you a halfbreed hmm?"
Fang's eyes narrowed at the other man. His nostril's flared and he took in more of the man's scent. Pine? And wolf's bane. And wolf. But not werewolf? He was odd, and not as condescending as other wizards. Still, he was treating Golovko like a lesser being, and that didn't sit well with him.
"What are Silver Fangs? And I am not of halfbloodedness. Golovko is of the oldest wizard blood in Russia. Before I was to being bitten, I was heir to the family. Now? Hunter. Get out way, I am on working duty. And wild is tame, compared to fighting ring. Two wolves go into ring, one comes out. Corpse is thrown away for maggots to eat. In wild, you have struggle to survive, yes, but does everything in wild seek to kill you, just to say they can? That is Russia and that is fighting ring."
Post by Soren Shepard on Jan 17, 2011 19:20:11 GMT -8
Who were the Silver Fangs...? Obviously this guy was no Garou if he didn't know his own countries ruling packs. "You are not Garou then? That's to bad," he finished sarcastically. "If you are not Garou then you are a halfbreed, one who was once bitten then cursed by a bite. As to your question about the Silvers, they are the ruling Garou tribe in Russia, Garou being those of us born into our shifting ability." Again Soren moved to block Fang from leaving, he had to admit he was extremal curious about him.
He barked out a laugh when Fang proclaimed he was now a 'Hunter'. Seemed they had something in common. Ah yes the thrill of the hunt, nothing quite like it. "Ah interesting, I'm also a hunter in my pack so it seems we share something in common. I assume the hunt has bought you here? Soren took a small step back to give the guy a bit of room, perhaps ease the growing tension rising around the pair. "And if you think the wilds around her are tame I should introduce you to one of the 'Get' or perhaps a Spiral pack. I'm sure they would love to play with you." He couldn't help but flash a fang as a grin took his face.
"Garou...." Fang manipulated the word in his mouth like it was something dirty. He had been bitten, yes. The whole city had been infested with his type...werewolves. The government hadn't done much about the infestation except kill them. This pup thought that forest life was easy? Laughable.
"So you have pack, eh? Someone to teach you, take care of you, train you? If you had to do it alone, go from everything to nothing, would you live? I don't care if you do or not. I have job to do, and to do job, I need to deliver letter to woman with nothing better to do than read mail."
He was half tempted to take the gloves off, reveal his claws, and have at the annoying ass blocking his way. A low growl had started in his throat and his snarl had deepened.
Post by Soren Shepard on Jan 17, 2011 19:57:28 GMT -8
His hackles would have risen had he been in wolf form when he felt the unmistakable threat attached to the 'get out of my way'. Soren had to admit he was itching for a fight, though perhaps the ministry wasn't exactly the best place for it to happen. He was pretty sure Trevor would kick his ass if he went seeking out any more trouble. So he decided to switch tactics.
"You're alright ya know, for a halfbreed. You can call me Shepard, he said as he offered his hand (it seemed like the tactful thing to do even if he was sure the gesture would go un-noticed). I can probably get you though the que faster then you can on your own if you are looking to speak directly to someone. Who are you looking for anyway?" The Garou stepped off to the side to allow the man to pass before following in his step. At least if he tagged along his day would be less boring.
Fang looked at the extended hand and took it slowly, gripping it with enough force that the prick of his claws could be felt through the glove.
"Golovko. Mikhail Andreyevich...though in fights my sponsor call me Fang. I am seeking secretary of Defense Minister to give letter, letting me hunt fugitive on British soil. It is stupid, I am thinking, to need such paper to hunt. But, that is way of government pack, no? No wonder I am prefering lone wolf..."
He had let a touch of humor invade his otherwise sober manner. The other wolf, this garou, had backed down and let him pass. No doubt he'd trail along like a newly changed pup, trying to figure out the best dumpster. Sad, that Fang allowed such a thing literally and metaphorically. Still, someone had done it for him and it was the least he owed that dead wolf.
Post by Soren Shepard on Jan 17, 2011 20:42:43 GMT -8
Fang eh? His deed name, Soren surmised. Interesting. It seemed Fang also shared similar thoughts and feelings about dealing with the ministry. Useless bumbling bigots the lot of them. He moved himself in front of Fang and motioned him to follow.
"Yes I agree, no paper should be required to hunt provided you know what packs you could run into. And this Ministry pack is hardly to be considered a ruling pack, useless most of them...weak..." Weak indeed. if Soren had his way he'd kill off the lot of them, what use was there in keeping the weak around? That's one thing he like about his surrogate pack in the Deatheaters, they'd take you out if your usefulness had run it's course. He chuckled at Fang's quip about preferring to be a lone wolf. Lone wolf indeed. After a left, another series of corridors and a last right Soren stopped in font of two heavy oak doors. "The Defense Minister and his sectary are through there. If they give you any trouble tell them Shepard sent you. I'm sure they will be quite accommodating though. I'll wait here until you're finished." Honestly he didn't really want to see anyone from the Defense section especially in light of the incident a few days ago.
Fang nodded and entered the office. He hated how everyone stared at him like an animal. This whole building made him nervous and angry. He threw the letter down on the secretary's desk and she opened it with a sniff.
Quickly, she read it and shook her head. "No, you need to go to the Office of Internal Affairs for this one... Sorry I can't help."
Fang snarled and walked out of the office, taking the paper with him. "Where is Office of Internal Affairs and why are they ones to be giving me permission to get fugitive from Russia? Your country makes no damned sense."
Post by Soren Shepard on Jan 17, 2011 21:25:06 GMT -8
It didn't take Fang long to return from his task, actually it only too a few minutes and when the man stalked back out he was decidedly ticked off. Apparently he had been given the good old ministry run around. He chuckled at the mans current misfortune. "Internal Affairs? Can't say as I've ever been there before...must be around here somewhere you'd think considering we are in the defense department," he quipped before continuing on, "Suppose you didn't get directions while you were in there did ya?" He figured they could just snag the next ministry worker they ran into and get directions from them unless of course they ran away terrified. That was always a possibility.
For a moment, Fang just glared at the other wolf, letting his anger vent through his demonic expression. He pointed at a wall that had no obvious door.
"She say that way and dismiss me like house elf. I am thinking fuck this and hunting without getting rubber stamp approval, da? But no doubt I find myself at wand point for being smart. And then my furry ass will decorate Chairman's office....I hate England..."
No doubt, once they found the person who he was supposed to see, she would send them to someone else. The letter he held was open, so he scanned it briefly. Here was the problem, apparently.
"This is not even for secretary to be reading! Signing is needed by a deatheater...MacTail? You know him?"
Frustrated and confused, Fang stopped in the iddle of the hallway and brandished the paperwork at Shepard.
Post by Soren Shepard on Jan 25, 2011 20:36:52 GMT -8
Soren couldn't hold back the bark of laughter that escaped as the other wolf vented his frustrations. Welcome to the real world, where anyone not human is ridiculed and pushed aside as if they were nothing. Ah yes, seemed to Soren that running without a pack definitely had its disadvantages and it only reinforced the fact that it was a good idea when he fell in with the death eaters.
He continued to listen as fang went on to rave about how he should just hang the system and hunt without approval. The Garou had to admit he wouldn't have bothered with all this ministry crap if he had be sent on his pack to hunt that was for sure. His eyes narrowed slightly however at the mention of needing a death eater, one Teague MacTail in particular to sign off on the document. That was odd, if anything he figured someone higher up in the chain would need to do the signing, like Minister Darque, Sienna or even Trevor himself.
He raised an eyebrow once Fang had stopped his tirade, "You sure you got that right? MacTail needs to sign off? That's kinda odd." He snorted before continuing on, "Trying to find that guy will be like trying to find a wolf in sheep's clothing, he doesn't stay anywhere for too long. He won't be here that's for sure, might be at the Abby, rumor has it he hangs out there a bunch. Best bet though would be to head to Puxley and ask to see Sienna, she'd know for sure how to get a hold of him, she might even be able to sign off on your papers too."
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