Thread: Always two sides to War - Shay and I

Misaki's looks minus the amber eyes Misaki's amber eyes glowed in the night as he moved silently through the underbrush. The air was chilly but the sky was clear allowing the moon to shine brightly in silvery slivers through the treetops. The sounds of crickets and other night creatures could be heard in the distance as they commenced their nightly ritual. Through it all, Orihara remained focused on his task as he made sure to keep his steps light and soundless. Though he was in his human form, the teen's body still picked over the landscape as easily as if he were in his wolf form. Misaki prided himself for that as not many werewolves were able to pull such a feat off. The brunette teen sighed as he stopped for a moment to judge the distance between his current position and his destination. Why his owner had sent him on a mission so far out in the wilderness was beyond him. Misaki had been tracking target activities for six months now and none of it seemed to be happening in this particular area. The eighteen year old rolled his eyes at the idiocy of the task, but pressed on. Orders were orders after all and it wasn't his place to question them. Orihara slowed his trotting pace as he neared a lone, barely standing cabin in the middle of a clearing. Dropping to the dirt to conceal himself more the raven peered out at the quiet and dark cabin. Either the targets were out or asleep because no matter how much the teen strained his ears he couldn't hear a thing coming from the little shack of a place. Should he risk sneaking closer to take a look or should he just wait it out? Well...this was a low-rank mission after all. Misaki was sure that he could handle anything within as his owner had told him multiple times that the task of killing the targets would be practically child's play. Quickly deciding that he'd sneak up on the cabin, Orihara crept forward. It was a slow process as the teen remained on his stomach the whole time, but he eventually made it. Getting on his knees, the teen peered through the glass window on the porch of the cabin only to find that it was empty. Not a soul was within the one-room shack and there wasn't any evidence that the place had been used in over a decade. Before Misaki could express his confusion at this, the teen was alerted by a snapping twig from somewhere behind him. Misaki then sensed it. There were about six werewolves encircling him on the outside of the clearing. He immediately knew he'd been set up. It must have taken a lot of careful planning to pull this one off. The teen was actually impressed and even flattered that someone would go through so much trouble just to take him, a single target, out. Lovely., Misaki said as he stood up slowly a smirk playing on his lips. The teen wasn't so worried yet as he was used to tight situations. He'd just have to find a way to get away from them, right? Orihara was very skilled in the art of assassination and ambush, but one thing he wasn't good at was head-to-head combat. Not only was he not good at it, but he wasn't specifically bred for it. Misaki was bred smaller for speed and agility instead of bigger and bulkier to overpower and fight a target directly. Looking around, the teen saw no smaller-bred werewolves. All were at least two times his size and Orihara was positive that he'd definitely meet his end tonight if he decided to stay and fight. How do I get out of this one?, Misaki wondered aloud, his muscles prepared to make a mad dash through any openings he found. Before he could ponder any longer though, the six pounced.