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[center][color=#90F1FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] Outside the Underground • [color=#90F1FF][b]Time:[/b][/color] NighT[/center]
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Luther couldn't take his off the exit that began leaking those fleeing the carnage below, but his ears did pick up the subtle tone of a ringing phone. He couldn't exactly sigh in relief in this form, yet hearing at least the message get put through eased his stress marginally. All that could be done had been done. There was no way in hell he'd risk calling his pack. That wasn't exactly true he would admit. He'd do almost anything if Tessa was at risk he was finding.

He didn't get the time to start pacing, as he was prone to do, when the first frenzied vampires began to spill from the underground's entrance. Screams of pain, rage, and horror were mixed together in a terrible chorus of agony. Luther took in a deep breath, his lungs expanding, and tiled his head towards the sky as he let loose a near ear-blasting howl of challenge. There was doubt in his mind that he would be able to simply outrun these vampires juiced up on whatever was coming through the vents. The blood that soaked into his fur from his gruesome stampede would likely serve as a beacon as well.

[color=90F1FF]"Stay back. Run if this doesn't go well."[/color] His voice had grown coarser after his piercing howl. Luther didn't wait for an answer or argument as more of the afflicted vampires began to emerge, feasting on those who had just barely escaped the bloodbath deeper within the structure.

Luther dropped to all fours as he maintained his hybrid form and charged forward, not wanting to fight close to Tessa where she might easily get targeted. He used his momentum to grab the full face of a vampire ripping apart a man to drag them along the concrete and gravel. His other claw ripping out the throat and lower jaw as they came to a stop. Deep inside he could feel the monster caged within stirring and for once he might just take him for a leashed walk. Two vampires drenched in blood and wearing rags of clothing blurred for him. Luther caught one of the swiping claws on the thick hide of his forearm. The second pair avoided any of his blocking and tore skin from lower calf.

His razor-sharp teeth dug into the soft stomach of one attacking his arm after grabbing him, lifting him to his muzzle to feast. Luther didn't swallow the actual meat, but some of the more liquid viscera did drip down his throat. The two halves were ripped apart and tossed far off to either side. He used that same motion to backhand the other attacking vampire, batting them off to the side.

The very moment he finished smacking the second attacker to the side, a third latched their fangs onto his turned shoulder. Razor sharp nails dug into his back to hold on. Luther's reached over that shoulder with the opposing arm and ripped him off taking tuffs of fur and bits of flesh along with them. He brought him over to his front and slammed him into the ground, his large clawed foot breaking the arms of the vampire as it tried to prevent the head-stomping. 

Luther's shoulder began to burn but there was no time to acknowledge it. Cold Fangs were tempered somewhat against a Vampire's venom and he would just have to rely on his training to get him through it all. He caught a Vampire leaping toward him by piercing their chest with his claws. They screamed in his face, ripping at his arms with their sharpened knife-like nails before he growled and snapped his muzzle forward and ripped a chunk of their neck away. Luther hurled the offending body towards the wall near the entrance.

The blood covering his fur was just as much his as others. This was part of the advantage of being a pure-blooded werewolf. The savagery that came with fighting like a beast was all the more natural, though not all of his viciousness was thanks to just that.

His sharp, blue eyes flicked towards the small group now moving from all sides on him. It was a strange turn of events that highlighted something to him. A pack tended to hunt and take care of threats together, but where was his pack? Where were his supposed kin? All that stood now was the lone son of an Alpha. The wounds on his body slowly knit back together, save for the bite, as the feral vampires got ready to pounce. The gore from those already taken care of splattered across the battleground. 
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