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A Metal Wolf Hunts During The Night Dragon's Watch [Hecate]

Started by Lethe, December 05, 2013, 06:20:53 PM

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A silver wolf runs sprinting through the mountain trails, after any morsel of food he can find. It had been days since his last hunt, but earlier he caught wind of a bear, they were good for food if you could drop it. As the creature ran, it became apparent that he was less that Lupine, the way he ran was almost frog like to be honest, pulling his back legs under and bounding forward, this was repeated in haste to cause for quite the rapid movement across the land. Steering himself towards the bears den, he began to run upright and looked like a human in armor styled after a wolf. Although that didn't explain how he ran the way he did.

Ashour, the metal wolf in question, was just beginning to realize how much more like a wolf he was acting since donning the final piece of the armor, the weapon Lupa's Judgement stayed across his back in the armors niche just like it was supposed to. He slowed to a walk then pulled the weapon free, just a grey metal rod with one end covered in a magic substance. It issued forth fire from the magic substance, whatever it was, which illuminated the surroundings, showing a grizzly bear standing ahead of him, an angry grizzly.

Hecate

The lupine-like human was not the only creature hunting, though he was first to the prey.  Ahote's strong wings beat the air, glinting in the sunlight as he caught the scent of the bear - and the man.  He landed in quietly, shifting to his human form as he did so, keeping to the high branches of a tree where he could watch the confrontation.  He was young - and it showed in this form but the thin face and the lanky limbs.  He looked sixteen - eighteen at the oldest.  The horns and tail were the most obvious markers of his heritage though his claws, teeth, eyes would banish any lingering doubts.

He trained his malachite cat-eyes on the standoff, wondering which would be the victor - man or beast - and if perhaps such a man would suit him.  It had been nearly two weeks since his departure from the colony, though he hadn't quite left the mountains.  If he were lucky, he would be leaving with a human in tow, bound for Ketra.