The North Bends for No Man.

My name is Elijah Ferra. I am the Last Wolf of the North, Child of the blood moon. 

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New Acquaintances || Elijah & Maeve

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Maeve heard the soft shift in the air as she felt a presence land besides her. The force field was up and her left hand dagger drawn just as the woman spoke up—her words clipped and precise. She turned her gaze to the werewolf, considering her for a few moments as she slowly lowered her dagger. Getting on the defensive with a sharp blade drawn probably wasn’t the best way to introduce herself to a fellow supernatural—especially not in times like this. She sheathed her dagger into the slit of her pants again, the blade disappearing as if it had never been there at all. Maeve lowered her gaze to the claws placed inches away from her neck, but with the force field up—she had nothing to worry about in terms of defending herself if the alpha did decide to attack.

Her eyes were a beautiful sea of silver, something otherworldly and ethereal. The woman herself, appeared to be ragged with long settled residue of the forest upon her. While her appearance might be ragged, there was nothing about her that seemed defeated or deterred—she looked like she belonged in the wild. Maeve kept the force field tucked close and tight, and the pulse of the Nemeton was tickling her fingertips, ready for use if the need would arise. A closer feel of the woman’s energy and the aura revealed no hints of innately malicious tendencies, but then again—you never did know with strangers.

“Peter Hale” She responded calmly, waiting for the answer to resonate with the woman. Maeve moved to stand up straighter, careful not to brush too close and provoke the werewolf unnecessarily. “I’m assuming you’re Elijah— Elijah Ferra?” She asked, keeping her voice soft yet fully assured. 

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It wasn't what the woman said that made Elijah retract her claws but the energy that pulsed from her. That same energy that drew her here, called her to this place. She stepped away from her eyes drifting to her surroundings, a moment to admire the lush green that did so well in protecting the creatures that lurked there, all of the creatures. Turning back to the woman who called her by name, Elijah nodded her answer. "You're the General Peter was telling me about? A bit young to be running a rebellion no?" She smiled graciously hoping she did not offend. "Then again what wouldn't be more perfect than a Druid at the helm of a supernatural war. Most would never get involved in the way you are." Druid's didn't have a flare for warmongering, that was reserved to the predators of our kind. Druid's were the balancers, peacemakers and advisors. It was a fresh change of pace.

"My apologies....I'm cautious, I didn't intend to hurt you. Creature of habit and all." Her wild tendencies were mere acts of instinct. Something she had to fight to control. Being a wolf, meant succumbing to the wolf. It was a fine line to tread. "But I believe we can help each other, don't you?" Leaning up against a rock, she folded her arm over the other, closing her eyes for a second.

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Moon eyes meet Golden eyes|| Peter& Elijah

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“I’d love to hear the story,” Peter said, “but this area gets patrolled a few times a night. You want to come with me to where I’m camping tonight? I’ve got a pile of clothes stashed away, along the way. We can dig something out for you. And maybe,” he smirked, “even a comb.” Reaching out, although he knew it was bold and entirely presumptuous, Peter ran his fingers through Elijah’s thick hair, smoothing a tangle out of it.

“And you’d better meet our General, who’ll make the real call on if you’re in or not. Tomorrow night. We’ll figure out somewhere for you two to meet…. And you can do it alone.” It was a given that Peter would be monitoring them in some way. Although he sensed that Elijah and Maeve wouldn’t hurt each other, and that it would be best for them to meet alone, he wasn’t going to give Elijah the chance to really hurt her. If it looked like anything was going to happen to Maeve, he would jump in there in an instant.

But that would be the next night. For tonight, he had a wolf from one of the most famous packs in the world to meet, and Peter would be lying if he tried to say he wasn’t thrilled about it. He was grinning as he looked her over.

Yeah. Elijah looked damn good naked.

Still, decency had to be some sort of a thing. Peter took his jacket off. “Want to play civilized?” he asked, offering her the olive-drab jacket. 

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As he ran a finger through her hair she held back the growl that was clawing to be heard as she quickly went back through it once he had taken it away. The alpha couldn't remember the last time someone had touched her without the intention to harm. It felt foreign to her, something that couldn't been explained. Therefore she said nothing about it. Exhaling, she stroked her face out of nervousness but quickly straightened out.

"I wouldn't mind meeting her." This general would be the way she could get answers she needed. Elijah would be willing to do anything for more aid for those trapped in the UMA's clutches. And for it to be done alone made her more comfortable, discretion and secrecy being her only friend at this point it was better that less eyes and ears were on her business. "I have alot I need to discuss, perhaps your general can provide me the answers I'm looking for." Her eyes looked over Peter as he was doing the same. She didn't find his stares to be offensive, he was just marveling over skin. Only humans had problems with self image, wolves like Peter and herself didn't need to.

Though the night was cold and was starting to make her a bit uncomfortable. So she took Peter's jacket with a smile. "Wolves are far from civilized." wrapping herself in his jacket, taking in his scent. "Thank you." Elijah looked past Peter only for a second, his mentioning of patrols came to mind. "We should move on."

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Moon eyes meet Golden eyes|| Peter& Elijah

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  Peter had grinned when she was close, and he didn’t try to resist when she wanted to move his face around. Why bother? They had something in common, after all, and it was more than just a hatred for the UMA.

"Well, since we’re both in the sharing sort of mood.. You know what else we share, Elijah Ferra? You and me, we’re in the top five on the UMA’s hit list. So, the way I figure, that combined with those pretty eyes of yours makes you worth getting to know. 

"You given any thought to joining the real fight against the UMA, not just running from them?” 

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"I try to be exemplary on all accounts" She teased as she fingers in her hair. " And its a pleasure to finally meet someone else on the UMA's shit list, Goldeneyes."  The devil could've been seen in the curl of her lips, but the darkness shaded her face. It was short lived though, when he had asked her to join the real fight. Peter had no real idea that Elijah had formed her own resistance long before the UMA burrowed its way to the surface. And not calculating them into the figures was her only downfall, her escape the cherry that landed her on the list. 

" I did join the real fight." She tried to sweeten her acerbic tone to him but she had failed miserably, which made her stitch her brow in frustration. Savagery had become the norm with her, the more she gave into her wolf form "The UMA didn't put me in the top five just because I'm on the run. Oh there is much more than that but if you're trying to ask me to join you, all you have to do is ask me."

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Moon eyes meet Golden eyes|| Peter& Elijah

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  “You almost got my name already,” Peter replied with a smirk. “They call me Goldeneye…. Though before all this, it was Peter Hale. And you’re a Ferra,” he added, bowing his head to her for a moment. “An honor to meet you – though there’s no need for the claws and aggression, Ferra.  I’m not going to attack you or turn you in, being neither a UMA puppy nor a lone survivor.” Peter took a small step forward, baring his teeth in a smile. “But if you want to make trouble for me, go right ahead.”

Peter was near the top of the UMA’s Most Wanted list these days, and he knew he was likely to stay there for the time being. He also knew that meant he was in for a great deal of trouble and irritation when meeting strangers, and while he wasn’t excited about the idea of fighting a Ferra – they did have that whole fearsome warrior reputation going for them – he’d do it, if she was going to threaten him. He knew that while the Resistance could get on without him, it’d set them back quite a bit, and it would be a serious blow to Maeve’s happiness. She had enough on her plate, she didn’t need to lose him, too.

He put his claws out as well and let his canines begin to show, although they came in slowly. “Always wanted to meet a Ferra… Never figured I’ve have to kill one. You want to tell me what you’re doing here, sexy, or are you going to make good on that threat?” 

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Hale.His shift drew a growl from her lips as her eyes became steadily fixed on his own golden eyes. She wasn't surprise that he knew of her name, which meant he also knew what she was capable of. Then again many wolves have come to adopt a more savage lifestyle and nowadays it wouldn't be uncommon to see an omega rise to the occasion to challenge an alpha.

" I could very well make good on that threat." She said slyly. She approached Peter filling the gap between them, leaning in till there lips nearly touching each other. "But why shed more of our blood?" She brought a claw to his neck, tilting his head to the side." Why kill a perfectly healthy wolf like yourself?" A grin spread on her face as she released him, her eyes searched for a reaction. " After all you know of my name"

Taking a step back once again she checked her surroundings for any intruders before returning her gaze back to Peter. " It calls for me, this place. It drew me here, it tells me the destruction will end. I cannot ignore such a call." She didn't know if Peter could understand what she was saying but ever since her escape from Alaska, something has been leading her to this moment. It rode like a whisper on the wind and pulsed through the earth under her feet and the water she drank. It invaded her dreams showing her the forest with a stump at its heart.

"That is why."

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New Acquaintances || Elijah & Maeve

Maeve had heard about the new alpha in territory. Peter had revealed the new arrival and she was curious as to what the wolf’s story was. Of course, any supernatural seeking refuge was more than welcome in the resistance and she had no doubt about how capable Elijah—the new wolf—could be. She remembered how Peter and Gabriel had explained the difference between the North American and European wolves, and Elijah being a member of the former already made Maeve curious as to what her story would entail. They could use every helping hand they could get, and if alliance was not in the alpha’s mind, they would try to provide for whatever was.

Maeve trekked her way through the heavily familiar forest, planning to arrive a little early to the meeting point that had been set up. It wasn’t completely into their territory, yet not too far out—a comfortable distance for both the meeting parties. She had a lurking suspicion Elijah would already be somewhere around, but Maeve supposed she’d find out quite soon. She arrived at the certain clearing and leaned against a firm sturdy trunk, eyes lightly scanning the surroundings as she hummed a soft tune as a gesture of comfort—one she hoped would ease the werewolf’s apprehension as well. But of course the sh wasn’t unprepared for an attack either—one never knew with the UMA around. She had the pull of the Nemeton flowing under her finger tips and her daggers seated coldly against the leg of her pants.

And so she waited, eyes observing with a soft hum on her lips.

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What Elijah wouldn't do for a cigarette about now as she picked at the tank top given to her by Peter. A few months with fur and one begins to realize how pointless clothes are. Nothing ever really fits better than wolfskin. Patience was not on her side today and despite being in familiar woods, there was nothing safe about it. An approaching footstep could mean your very life and the alpha trusted only her instincts at this point. Her wolf's own need to survive the only strength she needed. A song was carried on the breeze that slipped through her wild locks as her attention turned east. Someone was approaching, was it the Leader she was waiting for? The one Peter would send for? The alpha knew very little about her. Just that she was a druid.

Taking a deep breath, latching onto a scent Elijah hoisted herself into the tree, blending amongst the green leaves as a young woman came into the clearing, her mouth still full of song. She was surprise to see someone so young, then again she had seen UMA recruits a lot younger than she was. Studying her for a moment, the alpha wondered where her weapons were concealed as she leaned up against her tree. She would have to be swift to catch her off guard, not wanting to fight. These days one could be over cautious. So leaping from the tree, Elijah landed off to the side, her claws dangerously close to the young girls throat.

"One answer. Who sent you?" Her eyes burned silver as she waited for a response.

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Moon eyes meet Golden eyes|| Peter& Elijah

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thegoldeneyewolf:

What Elijah didn’t know was that the UMA knew perfectly well about werewolves. There were two very different and distinct species of werewolves – there were the wolves of European origin who transformed into something from a B movie, like Peter Hale. Then, there were the ones of North American descent, supposedly come down from some shamanic shapeshifter hundreds of years ago, who could only transform into actual wolves. The latter population was much smaller than the former, the wolves more rare and precious – and typically also quite strong. Their alphas tended to have strong connections to the Earth, enough to seemingly converse with her at times, and in battle their will could be indomitable. Dasher, one of the wolves that had tried to help Elijah escape from Reynolds, had been the only ‘natural form wolf’ in captivity, and he had been there longer than any of the others, already having spent his time both in a medical facility and under Reynolds’ training.

The UMA hadn’t yet confirmed the transformation of a “European” wolf into a natural form wolf, but if they had known what Elijah could do, they would have redoubled their efforts to find her. Lucky for her, their most dangerous weapon – Dasher – had abandoned them in favor of the Resistance, what the UMA was calling the Mayfire Rebellion, which they were vigorously hunting.

One of those rebels was Peter Hale, and he was also the one whose scent had cross Elijah’s path. He didn’t recognize her scent and he had been carefully slipping back towards town when he caught it. Not wanting to frighten off a potential ally, Peter had moved around until she would be downwind of him, wanting her to have the chance to smell him before he showed up – which he did, not long later.

Peter walked up out of the darkness, his faded-green jacket blending more perfectly into the shadows even than something jet black would have, his jeans and shirt stained with dirt and soot and smelling slightly of gunpowder. He moved slowly, wanting to demonstrate that he had no intention of attacking her, and his empty hands were at his sides. A pistol was strapped to one thigh and there was a belt of extra ammunition clips around his waist, a rifle slung on his back with the strap crossing over his chest. He had a short beard from a few weeks of letting it be, his hair was getting a little shaggy, but at least he smelled good. He smelled clean – Peter knew better than to let himself smell strongly at all, especially when there were so many enemy werewolves after them.

Looking at the strange wolf, he wondered if she was one of them. He wondered if she was an escaped traitor, or if maybe she was a werewolf from town that he hadn’t known before, but he doubted it. Her smell was too unfamiliar. How had she made it across the Burn without being shot, without stepping on a landmine and blowing herself to Kingdom Come? She must be either goddamn lucky or goddamn fast, he thought.

Giving her a small nod, the werewolf let his eyes gleam golden as he said: “Howdy, stranger.” 

At first, Elijah growled when Peter came to her. He smelt of gunpowder and looked as if he could belong to the UMA as a scout solider. She wasn't about to be put down by a mere scout, but as he flashed his own golden eyes, she returned it with a flash of her's. They were silver, moon color, the only unusually known eye color of wolf kind. Reserved for the leader of the northern wolves of the Ferra pack. History speak of these wolves as wild by nature, their natural flare for warfare made them formidable opponents. Their deep connection to Fate and lost wisdoms of their ancestors made them great leaders and guides. The Ferra's fall rippled a warning throughout the world. The world of man who laid waste to supernatural, in gunfire and blood.

Elijah straightened as she returned her fur for flesh, now eye level to the beta she had just come to meet. Her hair was wild and tangled with bits of the woods. A layer of earth, sweat and blood clung to her rough skin. Thin scars lined her abdomen and back leading up the tattooed markings between her shoulder blades and upper arms. Though the most It would seem foolish for the Alpha to trust him, but if he really was a solider, he wouldn't have taken the time to exchange pleasantries. The UMA did that with gunfire. Elijah wasn't afraid of him, she stood tall despite being bare. There was no shame in being natural."What's your name, Goldeneyes?" her lips lifting slightly in a smirk. She breathed the air again to see if there was someone else lurking, when finding them alone she returned her attention back to the beta.

"You're either a Wolf Scout for the UMA or a lone survivor. I do not have time for you if you're not the latter so out with it." She grew tense, which had become the normal for Elijah but when living and dying came with every soul one met, there was all the reason to be tense. Her claws became drawn and her teeth grew sharp. The was a reason she was here, there was something that called her, told her that this was the place. All of her questions would be answered here. And all hope for saving her pack could be answered here. Elijah would never allow this wolf to get in her way.

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Moon eyes meet Golden eyes|| Peter& Elijah

When sneaking into enemy territory, stealth is nothing but your only friend. So by the shroud of nightfall, a dark gray wolf could be nothing more than a shifting shadow, a trick of the eye that only makes one wonder: was there something even there at all. Elijah was no stranger to being stealthy, getting across the country was not an easy task for a werewolf these days.  The UMA was looking for her kind and not a full wolf, their ignorance her only advantage.

Detroit weighed heavy on her mind, the many she lost, the few she could sense in the fragments of her tired bones. Holding on for their lives, how much longer would she have till their strength would be stripped from her? The pain of it agitated her, yet there was nothing she could do, except hope that what brought her to Beacon Hills, one day would bring her back to save those she could. 

Everything was dark in town with the exceptions of a guarded building and the regular patrols. Peering through the treeline she looked for an opportunity to make her way. A scent crossed her path that made her snort. Getting low she waited for whatever was coming her way.