[ BANDAGE ] : CODIE bandages a wound on FLICK. (flick)
"Need every last hunter in this city to... ngh... fucking eat shit and die, already."
Flick let's out a sharp cry. Turning back to a a human is a bad enough time on the best of days, rendered worse by the gnarled gnash of silver-scarring on her side that twists the already agonizing process into an extra knot. Remi would potentially be the better option here, but who knows where Remi is at the moment.
"Agh, get it out of me."
A HARFORD SAFEHOUSE NEAR THE AMUSEMENT PARK
The snow's made everyone bolder, monster and hunter alike. Humanity's largely been chased indoors, but with the sun blocked out earlier, werewolves becoming more intense in their shifts, it was only a matter of time before the hunters started skirting the bounds of territorial etiquette.
She and Codie'd been jumped near morning. The Hunter'd probably intended to trophy them both, leave the bodies for the cops to find whenever the thaw comes, but they'd traded places in that narrative. Flick's eyes screw shut, biting back tears while Codie does whatever she's doing. It won't be fatal, probably; but a vamp-stake in the gut is still wildly uncomfortable.
