Thread: The Hunt {PatientOne & Enigma_x}

The air was bitterly cold, the wind sliced through the forest, leaving a breath of fog in its wake. The ground was partially frozen the winters were always especially vicious. A petite, fragile hand began to wiggle from beneath a pile of cold, pale flesh. The blood had dried, leaving a rather dark crimson coated over the dead, and tainting the skin of a woman that began to emerge from the carnage. Various scars covered her body, one, however, stood out. It took several long moments for the blonde haired woman to stumble back from the hell that stood before her. It was hard to believe that she had been in that pile, presumed dead. Each and every corpse she could name, yet the emotion seemed to remain frozen. There was no hint of sadness, no hint of relief at being alive. There was one reason why she was completely numb. Natalia Shonski was no longer human. The hunters code demanded that if a hunter was compromised, they were obligated to take their own life. It was a simple fix to a wider problem. After all, they were destined to kill every last monster, they couldnt very well switch sides. The Hunters Council were a group of experienced hunters, they kept track of every hunter and their current missions. The Council may have changed, but it still remained. Which meant that Natalias father would soon miss his report in date and therefore Natalia would have to call in as she was registered as an active hunter. The twenty-five year old had been hunting since her eighteenth birthday she was as well trained, her skills focused more on manipulation than brute force, considering her petite five foot five frame. Nevertheless, she was a weapon to be reckoned with. Glimpses of the night before passed in her mind her fathers past had come back for him, and in a big way. Natalia had locked her mother and sister in their home before racing out to join him. Unfortunately, if she re-joined her family, shed only put them in danger. Hunters would soon be sent out to assess what happened at the farm all she could do was check on them and do the only thing that would keep them safe. Die. The female swiftly made her way through the icy breeze, her skin no longer feeling the lashes of elemental force. By the time shed approached her home, she could see her mother and sister in the kitchen. The warm golden light illuminated the otherwise dark morning. Her mother was talking on the phone, it seemed Natalia had been out for several days. There were arrangements being made. Natalia knew her mother must have been hurting the Council would refuse to allow her to give her daughter a funeral until theyd inspected it. And by the sounds of it, they were on their way. A soft, gentle curse escaped Natalias lips. As she gazed into the window she noticed a blonde woman staring back toward her. The eyes held little life there was only a piercing ice blue gaze, light blonde curls spiralled across her shoulders, messy and tainted with dirt. It was only when she blinked that she noticed it was her reflection. As the newly turned she wolf watched her remaining family, she couldnt help but think of her father. He wasnt just a good hunter, he was a good trainer and a good father. A rage began to simmer from the very depths of her consciousness. Him . The Alpha. It was his fault, it was his pack. Everything inside her tried to remind herself of the Code, and how it should be respected. Yet, all she could think about was justice. Revenge . As a Werewolf, she would be stronger, faster and far more agile than shed been as a human. Natalia could remove the creature that took her fathers life from the face of the earth. She could make things right. After weeks of training, Natalia was finally feeling she was getting the hang of her new self. Every morning she woke at the peak of dawn, taking to the woods for training. The female had hunted everything she could find, and more importantly, shed focused on listening to her new instincts. Rage drove her every movement, every night before she slept she would remind herself why she was doing this. Why she was allowing her loved ones to think she had died that night. In fact, it wasnt as false as it seemed the true Natalia did die that night. A woman that her old life wouldnt recognise rose to take her place. For weeks now, shed been tracking the very pack that shed smelled at the macabre scene. No doubt they would have noticed their contacts and friends of friends running into a rather dark fate. Every wolf Natalia came across that knew anything about this pack were soon tortured, then left diced into pieces in hidden locations. The thick scent of blood would alert any Werewolf in the area, and it was definitely intended to be a message to whoever stumbled across it. Their days were numbered. One particular wolf had informed Natalia of a bar that many of his kind attended. It was known as a safe place for their kind, wolf run and owned. It was perfect. That night, she planned to find out all that she needed to hunt this pack down. One by one, shed take them. Or at least, she planned to. Several hours after the sun had set Natalia stepped from the abandoned house shed been squatting in. The she wolf was dressed in well fitted dark wash jeans, they hugged her curves perfectly. As well as a standard pair of knee high brown boots with a minor heel, the t-shirt she selected had a rather deep V-neck, revealing an ample cleavage as well as displaying her hourglass figure. Despite the weather, the female only wore a short, black leather jacket over her top, just enough to keep her warm. It would be a shame if she had to rip her new clothing just to take out some petty wolves. The blonde still struggled to cope with the fact that she was in fact one of them. By the time she arrived in town, the bar was clearly somewhat busy. The scents drifting from the establishment were clearly wolf scents from the hint of musk. The female simply tried to ignore how many different scents she caught as she made her way up toward the front door. The scent of beer and old, rustic wood hit her nostrils the moment she took several steps inside. There were more than she expected to fool anyone into coming with her, Natalia would need to drag them a far distance before even considering torturing them. Not only because it was a town, but the amount of Werewolves in this bar would prove to be her demise, should she rattle them. A beer, please. A warm, feminine tone emerged from her lips as Natalia hopped up onto a bar stool, crossing her legs rather daintily. There was another way she could go about this, she could attempt to join a pack. Surely he wouldnt remember her face? It would be a risk, but was it less so than trying to pick them off one by one? As her beer arrived, the female slid a note across the bar, offering the middle aged, rough looking male a smile. Thankfully, shed learned to control her emotions, for now, at least. Her focus was clear, untainted by distractions. After an hour or so, Natalia got lucky. A familiar scent entered the bar, it must have been someone from the pack shed smelled that night. It was a scent shed never forget. A man about her age settled next to her, ordering the same as she had done. Whats a woman like you do doin here alone? It was incredibly clich, but Natalia wasnt going to pass this up. Well, a woman like me needs a pack. Where better to shop for one than a bar? A playful smirk began to cross her lips, which was soon mirrored on the man next to her. If youre serious, there are many packs to choose from in here. Although, Id recommend mine. The female chuckled softly, Well then, where is your Alpha? I surely need to speak to him. It was an assumption on her part that his Alpha was male it was rare to find a female in that position. Hell be here soon, The sooner the Alpha arrived, the sooner she could assume a position in a pack and find out what she so desired. Soon, it would all be over.