RED: Wolf Hunter ((Ser Issac of Clarke and loneiysong))

[Archmagos Issac]

Many would claim that the lion was the king of the jungle but no one would deny that wolves were the kings of the forest. The most sociable of the forest's predators and perhaps the most dangerous of them, it's that reason that they are hunted. Why the war between the hunters in red and those who walked in wolves' skin began ages ago. A war that has raged between the great wolves of the forest and the hunters who try to control them. That was where Asher came in. Asher had been born to the pack many years ago, a pack that was known for it's brutal nature.

These weren't any ordinary wolves however. These were massive wolves, some being the size of horses and some being the size of houses, but all capable of taking human form. Asher was capable of the same thing but was former of the two, being only the size of a large bear. Asher was small but was fast and strong. What he lacked in size, he gained in being both vicious and ferocious. He used his mind more than he used brute strength and ferocity. Being smaller, he had to be fast on his feet and faster with his mind. He was perhaps one of the smartest. He stood among the carnage as the massive wolves began storming the latest village that had threatened their way of life.

Asher stood in human form, wearing a simple leather vest that showed off his strong body, his chest and arms in particular. The wolves wore the most bare minimum of clothes so to allow for a quicker change without a loss of clothing. His hair was long and black, hanging at just about shoulder length. His jaw was covered in a light stubble that he took care of as best as he could. It was rather difficult to do without a proper razor or mirror. The rest of his body had a bit of hair on it as well, giving him a very rugged appearance when combined with the rest of his ensemble. Asher didn't take pleasure in killing women and children, especially unarmed women and children who were little to no threat to them. Asher wouldn't harm such people if he could avoid it. 'Damn it Raziel, there's no glory in pointless slaughter. All we'll do is get the attention of the hunters in red' he thought with a scowl. Then again, perhaps that was the purpose of this attack. Not only was it self defense but Raziel wanted to kill as many hunters in red as he could. He wouldn't stop until the the earth was stained red with blood.

 

[loneiysong]

Amber watched from a rise. Watched the wolves from the shadows. Her red robes fluttering from the wind. She waited for the call from the leader. A big greying man that looked older than time itself. They were crouched into snow. Amber looked down at the human amongst wolves. She was not fooled. He was a wolf like them. She saw the sadness in his eyes. Saw the reserve. Before her thoughts could wonder too much on this wolf, the greying commander, Theo, leapt to his feet and raised his sword motioning forward.

They snuck foward to ambush the wolves. They were evenly spaced so she could sneak around the tent and grabbed the wolf's mouth and nose and held a rag over it. The rag would instantly put him to sleep. It was sleeping herbs. Dragging him into a tent, she covered him. She was not sure why she did this, but when they ambushed they woudl kill and slaughter. Their goal was to wipe this species from the earth, but Amber believed those who didn't readily kill should be saved.

She ran forward with her group and soon she was warm and sticky with blood and soon she was lost in a group of wolves. She killed and slaughtered whispering a prayer of forgiveness. Her thoughts went back to a wolf long ago that had saved her. She began to shake. Weather it was from fear or anger, she was not so sure.