Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and DareToDream)

The first thing he heard was the sound of birds chirping next came the scuttle of little feet through the leaves. A sniff identified a rabbit and a squirrel, both nearby. The thought of prey made his stomach rumble and he realized he was hungry. No time for food now though, not when hed just woken up flat on his back, staring up at a bright blue sky. A shift of his head distorted the sunlight a little and he squinted, staring harder at the sky above him. He shifted again and got the same distortion, like the light was reflecting away. He stared harder, studying the area above him, and thats when he saw it a clear substance in the sky, almost like a plastic bubble. Interesting, very interesting. Still not getting up off his back yet, he closed his eyes and let his senses roam out away from him, testing for dangers from strong pale vampires or anything else. When he found nothing, he slowly rose to his feet. A quick check of his body showed that he was fully healed from his encounter with the vampires, which meant hed been out for hours. His hands went to his neck immediately, seeking but not finding, the silver collar they had placed on him. That piqued his interest again. Turning slowly, he saw what appeared to be a rock wall of some sort to one side so he wandered over to it. The wall was high, to tall and smooth to scale and not near enough to any trees to use them to get over it. Up close, he could tell that the plastic bubble appeared to reach the top of the wall. That meant some sort of enclosure or pen. Had the vampires attacked him simply to pen him up like a zoo animal? That thought brought forth a growl from deep inside his chest. He walked along the wall for a few minutes, running his hand across it as he moved, thinking about his predicament. Hed clearly been attacked, beaten, subdued, and then brought herewherever here wasbut he had no idea why. Shaking his head, he moved away from the wall, deeper into the nearby trees. His stomach rumbled again and he decided the time had come to hunt so he began to strip off his clothes as he walked. No sooner had his shirt come off though when he stopped suddenly, his body going rigid. He felt a pull deep within his chest, in the center of the magic that was Lycan, and it stunned him. He dropped to his knees immediately, bending over, hands on the ground to support himself, and took deep ragged breaths. He looked out into the forest then, his eyes bleeding yellow as the animal fought with his human nature, wanting release. Release would not come now though, he would not allow it. For he had just discovered something that far exceeded his need for food. He was not alone. And the company that he kept was his ownin a way. When a Lycan made another lycan, they were forever linked, their souls connected in a way that humans would never understand. They could feel each other when near, a pulse that called to the maker half of the pair. Adrian was feeling that pulse now. Somewhere out here was a lycan he had made and that bothered him, though he could not specifically say why. The pulse was very faint so he knew they werent immediately nearby which was good. It gave him time to pull himself together and, once done, he began to follow the pulse, determined to find out who else was with him in this pen.