Thread: Hair of the Wolf (Atroxa & Frelance)

Scrin rolled over and groaned as he opened his eyes that opened to see it was midday outside the cave he had claimed for the last month as he stalked his latest prey. It had become clear very fast that the people who called themselves hunters had become complacent and did not deserve the title. He had watched his brethren over the last two centuries as they policed the Covens but as more time past he saw the vigilance of the hunters decline until now the covens did as they pleased with no one checking on them unless they conducted their black magic in public. He let out a low growl that was completely out of character for any human. He made his way out of the cave starting on all fours but as he left the cave and walked to the river only a few feet away he stood straight or as straight as he could while his wounds from the night before were still healing. Admitting to enjoying anything of the curse that had been inflicted upon him was not something he enjoyed doing but he had to admit that the speed at which his body healed and its durability had come in handy more often than not. Checking the height of the sun as he knelt on the rivers edge he knew he would need to leave soon if he had a chance of finding out the information he had extracted from on one the wizards had been true or if the man had just wanting him to end his life. Once he had gotten himself clean he dressed in the hunters gear he had kept with him for so long. The hunters used armor specifically designed to protect them from magic. The leather and the plate armor that was hidden under the leathers surface had runes and inscriptions engraved into its surface to repel as many spells and curses as its makers could think up. The same amount of detail had been put into the pants and boots with the boots having extra plating on the outside to protect the inscriptions underneath from elements since they were usually the first things to go out of the three pieces. He slung a thin slightly curved blade over his shoulder and a longer broadsword over his shoulder before walking out of the cave again. He realized quickly that there must have been a witch or wizard not part of the coven he had slaughtered in the down since he picked up that very specific scent of human magic on the road as he walked along the shoulder. Scrin thought about turning back and tracking this last witch down but just as he thought he would turn back he spotted a sign marking the town limits. Pushing all thoughts of delaying for one witch he walked the rest of the way into town before getting down to work and looking for his next targets. As more people noticed him walking the streets he just knew that they would be trying to figure out why he was caring weapons that most hunters were only trained to handle because of tradition and instead using more modern weapons to hunt down their prey. It had not taken him long to find the coven leader at their home. Scrin had to fight against the animal rage to keep from walking inside and slaughtering anyone inside but even he would not make it far after attacking in daylight. So he found an alley and leaned against the rough stone wall of its side hidden more and more in its shadow as the sun sank lower in the sky while he watched the house. It was as he watched the house that he spotted her. He had not seen Tarena since she had lead him into the middle of a pack of werewolves that almost tore him to pieces. He barred his fangs at the two women even though they could not see him but as they got closer he saw the that neither of these women were his Tarena but he was certain that she was they ancestor. As they left the house later he watched them go then looked back at the house and ground his teeth for a few moments before leaving the alley to follow the women to the edge of town. He fell back and made more of an effort to walk silently as they left town. Even in the leather armor he made no sound except a very quite crunch of stones under foot. He caught the scent of fresh cut wood and old ash on the wind and knew he had to make his move before they got back to their home if he was going to get his justice. He broke out into a full sprint for a few seconds as he closed the distance between him and the two women quickly before his animal instinct to over and the first crack of breaking bone could be heard followed quickly by an enraged scream as Scrin jumped leaving the armor to fall into a pile on the road as his body contort and shift in mid air only to crash to the ground a few seconds later in writhing mass. It took him only a few seconds to complete the shift and scramble to his paws as wolf. Growling the large grey wolf that had been scrin took off again towards the women. He didn't even hesitate when they split up following closely after the younger of the two that looked so much like his Tarena.