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RE -Rogue- Who's Afriad...? -Raishe- Lupin was among the strongest of the Lycans. He lived just outside of a large city in a cabin made of dark wood. As the Wolf he was vicious. He attacked human and animal, though rarely ate human. They didn't taste too good. He supposed he could be called evil, killing without regard and terrorizing the community around him, and he really didn't mind the title they'd given him- The Wolf -why it was actually quite fitting. He actually laughed, even in Wolf form, when they called him it, right before he ended them. To be honest, he wasn't surprised at all when he heard Little Red Riding Hood was in town, he'd attracted- and disposed of -many many hunters. He figured he would attract one of stature at some point. Maybe this Little Red would be tougher than most, but he was pretty damn proud of his skills when it came to hunting a hunter. When transformed he was of a huge stature, almost 8 feet standing, although faster on all four legs. He was covered in rather long red-brown fur and his large muscles, hidden by his fur, tensed and flexed with smooth sinuous movements. As a man he still wasn't small. Lupin stood at six foot two and had broad shoulders. He had muscles as a man, but he was quite dwarfed by his wolf form, almost tiny in comparison. He had grey-green eyes with a ring of copper around each, but he kept them when he transformed, the copper ring much more pronounced in wolf form. He was handsome, if you didn't mind the fact that he had a fair amount of scars. His face was marred by three parallel lines with very rough edges. A souvenir from when he received his glorious gift and one he didn't quite mind. He had long reddish brown curly hair which he often kept pulled back in a ponytail and when he was human, he wore eyeglasses. He tried his hardest not to keep them on when he transformed. They were soooo very expensive. Not that money was a problem, he had inherited quite a lot of money from his parents who had died when they were young. It was really the principle of the thing that made him not want to buy glasses often. He already spent quite a bit on clothes as he had a love for expensive suits. He didn't wanna spend too much, had to make it last with no source of income. Luckily, his money gave him many eyes and ears throughout the city and he knew now that this Little Red Riding Bitch liked to party and had been hitting clubs for a few nights. So he had hit a few himself in a search for her, he had a rough description of her and intended to take full advantage of the element of surprise. He had danced with quite a few risque red heads lately but... not a one of them seemed to be passionate enough to be a hunter. Tonight, however, there was a gorgeous red head, twisting and grinding on the dance floor, sex appeal and passion drifting from her like heat. Hell, she was passion, he had never seen anything like her. He had danced with her, intertwining with her, held her close and ground into her with less shame than she showed. She was a hunter if he had ever seen one. He planned to kill the bitch and be done with her but she would suffer first, for each of his kind she had killed she would suffer. She would beg him for death and, maybe, he would oblige her. So he watched her all night and decided he might have a little fun before he killed her. She had killed many Lycan's after all. Lupin followed her after she left the club and as she seemed to sit in thought, he stepped out, facing the vixen with a smile. Hello, ma'am. You are quite the dancer he said with a wink.