Treason comes in all Coats - Me and Six

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Vampires and werewolves were at war and inside of poor Sarence, it was no different. She was an abomination and as such lived like one, alone, only leaving her home occasionally. She lived in a small shack, hunted for her own meat and made a trip to the river for a bath and water. She didn't live too lavishly, working on a lumber mill not too far from her home for some money for the occasional drink and piece of meat. She made it okay though. It didn't take her long to adjust since she had done it since she was a small child. She woke on a particular morning and went out for a stroll through her woods and he heard a loud shout. She looked up, the sun had not come up yet but she could still see perfectly well. It was a male screaming and that alerted her to her surroundings as she shifted to her wolf form to go off and find the source of this scream. She rounded an opening in the trees where he lay, ripped open by his own blade it seemed. She could already smell his blood as well as the blood that had previously been on that knife. He was hunting. The blood on that knife was his, and deadmans blood. She swallowed her fear and moved up to him slowly, he seemed on alert and likely would attack her if she got too close so she stayed her distance ever so slightly. Her eyes trained on him as she moved a bit closer and lowered her muzzle to the ground to pick up the knife, he was reaching for, with her mouth. She picked it up in her teeth by the handle to attempt to show him she was friendly, and she put the knife next to him. She tasted some of his blood and the vampire within her awoke but she kept it under collar. She couldn't let it out right now, not here. She looked at his wound on his stomach, he had been almost slashed in half, there was plenty of blood to concrete that finding into fact. She leaned down and licked at the wounds as soon as he passed out from blood loss. She healed the deep gashes and then shifted to her human from to lift him into her arms. She didn't say anything as she started to carry him away towards the nearest town. She left him in front of a tavern, the same one she planned on going to that night but, she was thinking of canceling her plans. Dropping him off she took off, leaving only a couple witnesses who had seen a flash of her face. A female ran up to the male on the ground picking him up a bit, and calling his name. This man was related to her, but Sarence didn't know how. And she didn't want to know, she was gone after that. Sarence returned back home and went to the lake to get the blood off ot him, the sun started to come up and warmed his skin as he bathed in the clear water. It was a couple hours later that she returned home and got curious about the male. She could heal wounds but if she didn't heal enough he wouldn't be okay. She didn't know why she cared but she did, returning to the place she saw he was no longer there and put it out of her mind, heading back home. Months down the road she decided to visit the tavern in town just before sunset, and to her surprise that man was there. She was relieved that he had lived, she had helped him and because of that he was safe...to hunt her. That thought crossed her mind, would he? He was a hunter, that is exactly what they did. If he knew she was here and what she was... he would kill her without questions, she assumed. But maybe that's why she did what she did next. She walked up to his table and smiled. "I just wanted to say hello." She said softly. This was likely to be the first mistake of many, in this fucked up situation she was dragging herself into.

 

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xxxxxxxx​ Hunting. It came as naturally to Catax as breathing most days; always knowing how to work his hunts, the better weaknesses specific to the individual he was tracking, and never taking a risk he knew he couldn't afford. The male had seen many friends and acquaintances fall victim to their enemies while on the Hunt, having overlooked simple details, or just getting too carried away in the thrill of the adrenaline. One of the many reasons why he preferred to work alone - he didn't have anyone's back to watch but his own, and in situations that he found himself in on a regular basis, it was usually better that way. If something did happen, Gods forbid, at least he didn't have anything to worry about beyond his own life. Catax wouldn't be responsible for the death of an innocent, especially when his goal in Hunting was to prevent unnecessary deaths. It was just an unfortunate mishap that tonight was much different than his usual Hunts. At a time, Catax would Hunt maybe one or two werewolves, just enough to keep his hands busy, but not enough to overpower the level of skill he'd grown into. Only, what he had thought was only two werewolves had quickly doubled into four - a number the man in his late twenties, almost thirties, usually knew better than to go up against. The two he'd originally been tracking had lead him into a thick patch of the forest, shrouding them in better darkness, leading him right into their ambush. By the time he heard the extra set of pads against the forest floor behind him, it was much too late to flee. He had two choices; die without dignity, or put up a fight, and make those bastards work for it. And Catax wasn't about to give them an easy kill.. not after what those beasts had done to his brother, several years ago. The struggle was massive for the human male, switching from defense to offensive maneuvers as much as he could, trying anything in his new or old tactics to try and get the upper hand. Taking two wolves on at once wasn't nearly as dangerous as taking on four.. The beasts circled him, rendering him utterly useless to every single attack that they sent forth at him; all four werewolves pouncing in the center location towards him at once. Two of them were knocked off path by a blow of his sword, the wolfsbane-engraved steel causing the two struck with it to whimper, and attempt to retreat, while the other two managed to strike their target. One of them clamped down at his lower calf, fangs sinking into his skin through the material of his pants, the wolf's snout just three inches above his plate armor. The opposite wolf had a luckier leap, the force of its body sending Catax staggering - and with the help of the clamped on wolf at his leg, he went down relatively easy. His sword was lost in the fall, and all he had left were his fists; most of his daggers resting along his belt, and with being pressed to the ground, it was impossible to squeeze one of his hands underneath his mass to grab one of them. That left nothing but his hands to defend himself.. something that wasn't ideal. Making a fist, the man slammed a punch into the nose of the wolf still gripped against his leg, in an attempt to rip a chunk out of him. The wolf whimpered automatically, and faltered, tearing its teeth from his leg to retreat in recovery. Another punch was thrown, this one directed in the opposite wolf's direction, but the beast danced out of reach, amplifying Catax's aggression. Groaning, he forced himself up onto his feet once more, ignoring the flaring pain in his left leg as he took a lunge towards the evasive werewolf. It was stupid, of him, however. His back was turned to the wolf he'd struck with his knuckles, and as soon as he had went for the lunge at the opposite werewolf, the one he'd turned his back to leapt forward, teeth connecting with his right side this time. A roar of a scream echoed out as Catax thrashed under the new pressure, doing himself more bad than good from the struggle, tearing his side open even further as he tried to pry the wolf off of him. The adrenaline that was starting to pulse within the man's blood had started to show in his flailing and kicks, every hit he connected being more furious than the last. If he were to die this night, he wasn't going to die without a fight. Somehow, his determination paid off. He must've gotten enough blows to connect to the two wolves, because their retreat was rather swift from the scene. The moment their glowing eyes vanished, and Catax's breathing began to steady, he allowed his body to collapse at the base of an oak tree, his sword and belongs not too far from his position. Breathing had started to become too strained for him to withstand, and there was no amount of pressure his hands could keep against his right side in order to try and stop the blood from escaping his wound. The last thing he remembered seeing was the nights sky.. Flaring stars against a blanket of darkness.. the moon's bright glow as it hung overhead.. and then two glowing eyes. Afterwards, there was nothing but darkness. It'd been a month since his half sister had dragged him back to the local tavern of the town they'd been holed up in; a rather long, distasteful month. Catax hadn't heard the end of his near death experience from the only family member he had left - if he really even considered her actual family. He didn't know his father, and that was their only connection, so it was honestly extremely hard for him to decide how he felt about the woman he usually considered more of a liability than anything else. Casadora continuously talked about the night she'd discovered him, soaked in his own blood, nearly dead. She constantly questioned that there was something else out there with them - something that he always agreed with, and then commented so very sarcastically about the two werewolves that nearly managed to kill him. His half sister was convinced that something had saved him; he had ended up at the tavern's door somehow, and no human could move that fast. But Catax wasn't convinced, especially with the fact that he was a Hunter. Nothing would be stupid enough to keep him alive. Because he wouldn't hesitate to dispatch whatever it had been, if Casadora was actually correct about her assumption. His motto, if something had actually rescued him, usually rested along the lines of, 'bastard should'a just killed me, 'cause I'll be hunting him down next.' Mercy wasn't a word Catax thought of too often, especially when dealing with the beasts of their world. However, the time they'd had to spend within that village had been prolonged quite a bit due to his injuries. The healer that had come to see him couldn't believe he was still alive, convinced he had some sort of guardian angel watching over him, due to the recovery's quickness. Only, his leg didn't have the same fortune that his right side had, unfortunately; it had taken him an extra week and a half just for his left leg to feel strong enough to support his weight properly. And, because of it, Catax definitely wasn't feeling all that chipper. A mood that had caused him to spend quite a bit more coin on this area than he'd been anticipating, but what else would a Hunter do if he was unable to track? Alcohol fixed many things, even for a man of his stature. Only, his usual evening didn't entail company; if anything, Casadora stuck around to make sure that her brother was fine, but she never lasted at his table very long. Today, however.. a strange woman approached his table, a smile lingering on her fill lips as she looked at him. "I just wanted to say hello." she spoke, as though Catax actually gave a shit about what this silly girl could have to say. Arching a brow in her direction as his green eyes slowly traced over her figure, he tilted his head, shifting in his posture in the chair he was currently occupying. "Why.." he spoke slowly after a few moments of silence, his voice cautious, and distrusting. "What do you want, woman? If it's a job you've come to offer, don't hold your breath. Unless.." Catax trailed off as he lifted his flask to his lips for a mouthful of ale, eyes doing a slow once-over of her figure once more. ".. nah. You're not a courtesan, are you? Too much leather, not enough skin.." OOC | holy fuck i'm so sorry this is so long. forgive meh :c​

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[RebornSerenity]

It had been months since she had seen him, or heard from him at all. This usually wouldn't bother her but she couldn't help but think about him for one reason or another. She finally bit her tongue and decided to meet up. On her way there she almost turned around several times, but she didn't want to delay it, she didn't even know if he would be where she was looking, and the first couple of times he wasn't, but finally he was here. It took every bit of her strength to get up and walk over to him. 'I couldn't help but say hello...' And then it started. He seemed hard to approach, cold, ridged. It was as if she was bothering him by saying hi, and she expected no less, because of what he had seen. She smiled softly at him. "No, I am not one of those... despite what some may think." She said. "I was checking up on you..." She said. She couldn't help but feel herself drawn to this man, for unknown reasons. Every fiber in her was drawn to him, his scent, battle scars, his cold demeanour. Something about him said he had been through as much as she and still; they both walked free. She wanted to know what attacked him that night, but, she had her suspicions. From the prints on the ground and the scent she knew that he had been attacked by wolves, and if she hadn't come along she knew he likely would have died. He had his organs spilled that night, from the painful bite in his side, she could still smell the blood. She fed on meat and blood, it didn't matter which, and that night he had presented her with both and she took neither. She picked up his stuff and brought him back to his village unscathed, but likely still would have the internal wounds for a month or so. She wanted to make sure her healing had worked, and more than that she needed to see him again.

 

[RebornSerenity]

(Friendly bump )

 

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xxxxxxxx​ As the mysterious woman hovered at his table, and began to answer his implication about her possibly being a courtesan, Catax's eyes glided over what he could see of her. Dark hair, pale skin, bright blue eyes, long flowing raven hair.. Her smile seemed.. familiar, almost. Like he'd seen it before, but he couldn't remember the exact location. The blond male was certain he'd never crossed paths with a woman like this before; surely he'd at least remember those piercing blue eyes, if nothing else. "No, I am not one of those... despite what some may think." So she wasn't there for any paid favors.. which confused him more. If she wasn't there for his money, what could she possibly be there for? He didn't look like a very friendly stranger for someone to just be walking up to, without some sort of agenda up their sleeve. Pursing his lips in slight thought, Catax raised his mug to his lips for a moment, drinking the ale silently as the woman continued her speech; filling in some answers, but creating more in their wake. "I was checking up on you..." Checking up on him? The mug was set down, a little too harshly to be considered soft, and his arms crossed over the table's top as his eyes narrowed at the woman, and he leaned slightly in to get a better look at her. No.. he definitely didn't remember her. So where could she possibly know him from? A past job, perhaps? He could never keep up with the many faces that strung together with names, all of them mostly blending together due to how many contracts he'd take in a matter of days. "Well, as I'm sure you can see, I'm perfectly fine." The man's jaw squared as he gave the woman a hard look, eyes still narrowed from their previous expression. "Apart from apparently suffering a small bout of dementia; who, exactly, are you?" It was obvious from how the words rolled off his tongue, and the way that he spoke them, that he was skeptical of this stranger, trying to figure out the angle that they might be trying to play. It wouldn't be the first time that someone had attempted to trick, cheat, or steal something from him; whether or not she was a pretty distraction for some bandits, or perhaps a bandit herself, he couldn't be certain. Only time, and any slip ups she may had, would tell. For now, he would endure whatever this woman wanted with him. OOC | sorry this took me so long! c:​

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[RebornSerenity]

Her eyes cast across his features, rugged and seemingly uninterested. She was expecting as much from a hunter who conversed with a wolf. She wasn't honestly sure what she wanted in this man, but she wanted to make sure he was okay after everything she had seen him make it through. "Oh, I don't think we've met before, you just seemed a bit... pensive." She said. "I have a good feeling that you are in a career that doesn't let you really enjoy the finer things in life." She said softly. She pulled up a stool next to him crossing her slender legs. The leather wrapping around her sensuously. "Tell me...What do you do?" She asked. She knew everything about him, from his profession to his lifestyle, she could sense it straight away. She was curious because this man perplexed her in some of the strangest ways. A wolf never looked at a rabbit and wondered if it would be a good friend, but this wolf was quite interested in the way that this man was. So interested in fact she was putting herself at risk of being found out simply by being close to him. She wanted to know more about him, what he did, who he was, how he got injured if he was so good at his job. She wanted to find out what made him tick.. Her eyes moved over to the dagger that he had sitting next to him, then back up to his eyes. She smiled softly and listened to him hoping he would explain everything. When she found him he was barely clinging to life, if not for her he would be dead or worse. [size=-3]OOC: It's alright [/size]

 

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xxxxxxxx​ There were many situations that Catax had found himself in over the past several years; having to speak to nobles and people who he didn't think deserved his time; dealing with mundane problems that were, to his knowledge, beneath his expertise; having to sit through lectures without a drop of ale to coax him along; attempting to depart from the company of a woman who very much didn't want him to leave.. But every situation he'd previously been in, and found some sort of negative effect about, couldn't compare to this. This.. strange meeting, apparently, with this woman. He'd never seen her before, he was sure of that. But her eyes dug into his memory like he'd just met her a few days ago. And it was starting to make his head hurt, trying to decipher. "I have a good feeling that you are in a career that doesn't let you really enjoy the finer things in life." This brought an eyebrow to raise into Catax's hairline after the woman was done saying such a thing. He appears as though he doesn't get to dip into the finer things in life, does he? The hunter didn't exactly know how to take that statement. "Tell me...What do you do?" The man's jaw squared slightly, tensing for a moment as his thoughts took off. Before he opened his mouth to speak, however, he raised his mug back up to his lips and finished the contents within it. Waving towards the barkeep, signalling another to be brought whenever it was convenient, Catax's green eyes lifted back to the woman, taking in a bit of her form before finally settling upon her own eyes. "I take contracts." he said simply, as though that was as good enough of an explanation as anyone needed. "Sometimes things get out of hand; a wild creature gets a taste for human blood, and becomes a menace. Or a farmer's land is being plagued by wolves, who prey on their cattle." Narrowing his eyes, he looked at her a bit more closely. "How would you know, or even get the slightest hint, about the origins of my occupation? I'm usually never thought of as anything more than a thug in these parts, waiting for the next Mark to thieve from. Why do you see anything different than these people?" he questioned, his tone much more serious now, as he glanced around to emphasis the people in which he was speaking about. No one but his sister was aware of his actual occupation, and what he really hunted. Although, to keep his cover relatively there, hunting down rabid beasts such as regular wolves did take up a portion of his time. Even if Catax thought it was time wasted.​

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