gibbous || emille & william
When Emille read over the details of the job, there had been a moments hesitation. He should have known by that. Except that he needed to get out. He was getting stir crazy and needed something to do. It was a simple job, though it did involve getting up close and personal. However, it was welcome. Sitting around as another of Abram's lap dogs... was not on his agenda. And while Abram wasn't around to dictate, no one held his leash.
It was a bit of a drive, one that was more than welcome as it was quite late at night and with no one else on the road other than the occasional tourist it was peaceful. Gone was the usual jacket and button down shirt, having gone with something simpler with a comfortable henley and a light jacket thrown over that, paired with a well fit pair of jeans.
He drove for close to two hours before pulling off, still a few miles from his destination but he'd walk the rest of the way. Most would see Emille and just thing some simple tourist or local, unaware that even in something as simple as this he was carrying a number of weapons. He wasn't like most wolves that swore by claws or somehow saw human weapons as inferior. Because really, nothing could kill quite so satisfying as a sniper round between the eyes from half a mile away. Claws... never gave the distance that was sometimes wanted. Some said they shouldn't use them as humans had created them. In Emille's mind, it was using their own weapons against them, far far more an insult. Plus. A sniper round could kill a wolf, or put them out of commission for quite some time.
The beta cut through the forest, pausing at a clearing, his eyes flashing golden for a moment before moving to the edge to cross over at the light jog. To be honest... he never really saw it coming.
One moment the brunet was running, the next he was literally tackled, hitting the ground with a grunt as all the air was forced out of his lungs, vision swimming as he tried to get his stupid body to learn to breath again.