The Silverlight Council (Torack x BrighterFlame)

[Torack]

The news had been given to him while he was staying at a rather dank pub in the middle of some out-of-the-way town. The place was mostly run down, with leaky focets, and dark wooden interior and a barman that had grown a little too comfortable in his position to care about his patrons. Bjorn had frequented the place often, so much so it almost felt like a second home with the way everyone knew him. The smell of alcohol and piss he could do without, the drinks could be better, but the information he got out of that place was unparalleled.

Most of his sources came from this one pub. News travelled and eventually found its way there and from there it went to his ears. This time, by way of a messenger boy who sat at his table and started telling him of a possible werewolf in Laden that was just outside the city, with some people claiming having seen it running across rooftops. The boy had painted him a bloody picture when describing attacks by this particular wofl, so much so that by the end of it he couldn’t even finish his drink but he was intrigued.

People dying in pools of their own blood, choking on their own tongues, their throats being slashed open and their guts hanging out in bloody ropes. There were more details and were just as gruesome, some if not moreso.

And the itch to kill the werewolf was strong.

He was now riding through the dirty and wet cobbled roads of Laden, the sky overcast and grey hiding the pale moon with thick clouds. The city was covered in a thick smog as columns black factory clouds rose into the sky and thickened the once clean air into this mess of whatever it now was. He heard a couple coughs in the distance within some alleyway. The road, as always was crowded with pedestrians, riders, and wagons, the horse hooves clopping against the wet and sometimes muddy cobblestones, the sound of people mumbling filling the air. Laden. He fucking hated the place. Fucking wolf had to choose to live here of all places.

It made sense. Where better to hide? The city was a mass of people everywhere and if he hadn’t gotten the lead of where this werewolf was living, he doubted he’d ever find her. Even still, he knew it was going to take a lot time and effort to even track her down. That was if she didn’t catch his scent first. Well, truth be told that only made it a little more fun as they played a game of who could kill the other first. Clearly, he always came out on top.

As he neared his destination, he pulled out his two revolvers and started loading it up with silver bullets and put them back into their holsters before pulling up a cloth over the lower half of his face. He’d learned long ago not to let his marks figure out his identity. Learned the hard fucking way.

He was getting close. This is where the fun began.

 

[BrighterFlame]

God she loved how some men reacted to her dancing, the way they were greedy for something they couldnt have. She hooked her leg around the pole and swung around it, displaying her sensual dexterity as she teasingly unlaced her top, the drum beat rising and falling to give her speed and tempo. Karma had been doing this performance for several years now and had a bit of a reputation as the most exotic dancer in the city. But per her own rules she never preformed outside of the Wild Rose, Patrons, especially the rich one often tried, but every one she had turned down. Luckily the owner was wealthy enough that he could offer Karma a good amount of protection, He was an older gentlemen but still in his prime and he treated her like a daughter, he wouldnt do anything to risk her harm.

When her dance was finished she gave a bow and picked up her cloths, the cheers and whistles were loud and rambunctious. Karma walked past Gernard "Full house again las?" Karma smiled "Yep, better tell Sarah to cook extra, Im willing to bet most of them will be staying for my evening performance" the old man smiled wide "Thats what I like to hear, Your bath is ready and food will be brought up." Karma smiled, He really was a good man, that and she brought in more gold for this place then any tavern ever could hope for. She smiled and walked upstairs to her room.
It was large and lavishly decorated, trinkets and art from all over, thank you gifts and such from wealthy admirers, off to the side was a large porcelain tub, steaming with hot water and beautifully scented perfumes. she sank in with a happy sigh, Life was good here.

 

[Torack]

There was a place in Laden that he was told to go, the description spelled out for him and the surrounding area as well. On the eastern side of the city, several blocks down from the brick factory and adjacent to the Butcher's Tug Tavern. It was a squat building, on a plot of land all on its own, squat and long with steam rising out of a metal and wood chimney on the roof; the smell of alcohol and cooking food was strong within the place, that and the smell of something distinctly familiar to him. Lust. It was strong in there, and why wouldn’t it be.

He knew what went on inside, he was just surprised that his mark would be in there. But he had to play it cool. Couldn’t let her know that he was after her, but the problem was trying to figure out which one of the number of women in there it was. If there was any place for a female werewolf to hide, it was a place like this. Mostly all female employees, and the scent of alcohol, lust and food to distract anyone who got curious. But this wasn’t he his first hunt.

Bjorn rode up to the hitching post and dismounted, his boots hitting the wet and muddy cobblestones underneath with a wet slap. Once his horse was tied, he walked into the building. Smoke was thick in the air, a heavy buzz of murmuring and laughter filled the place along with someone playing some odd music in the corner, and half-naked women walking around serving drinks to the men in attendance. He hated to do it - but having no choice - he pulled down his mask and strode deeper into the main room and took a seat at one of the booths somewhere in the middle but towards the back away from the lights. He wanted a good view of the women on the stage without being seen, while not trying to be too inconspicuous. Just another patron looking for a show.

 

[BrighterFlame]

Karma spent a good while in the bath, enjoying the luxury. When she finally got out she ate the delicious food that one of the other workers brought up. She had an itch that she knew well, it was still days from the next full mon so it would be safe enough to have some fun, perhaps one of the visitors downstairs would get lucky tonight with the most exotic woman in Laden. But what was she feeling tonight? Young or experienced? Young men were always so eager to please and willing to learn, they were full of vigor, they only required a bit more in order for her to reach satisfaction, but the looks on their faces was always fun to watch.
But then there were the more experienced gentlemen, they knew how to please a lady and sometimes that was their only focus. But those type of men were difficult to find, not that she would have a problem, her unnatural instincts were very accurate to point out those that would fit her desires.

When she finished she put on a robe and took a small handful of grapes as she went downstairs to view her prospects for the night. She stood by the doorframe as the tavern girls worked their way past without bumping her. She eyed each of the patrons, sizing them up. There were plenty of young men and even an equal number of older fellows as well, the hunting would be good tonight. There were a few that seemed to be there for their coming of age party, ironic but they seemed fun, taking two to her bedroom wasn’t out of the question, far from the oddest thing she had done. But then she noticed the man in the corner, the darker spot couldn’t hide him from her eyes, he seemed to be here for some other reason, though it would be impossible to tell why. He hadn’t removed his gloves or taken off his coat, which meant he would be ready to leave at a moments notice, perhaps a business dealer or a black market fence? He had weapons but that wasn’t unusual....still there was something about him that she was going to be sure to keep an eye on.
She went upstairs to get ready as the usual show of women began their performance.

 

[Torack]

Bjorn lifted his hand to catch the attention of one of the serving girls. A young, brown-haired woman approached with a polite smile on her face. “How can I help you?” She asked, Bjorn noticing her eyes shifting down to his guns.

“Personal protection,” he said with a smile, and opened one side of his jacket, revealing a very well made, but ultimately fake badge. She seemed to buy it as it made her relax. “Apple cider if you would be so kind.”

"Coming right up," she said with a smile and walked off, his eyes on her for a few moments before they shifted to get a look around the place.

The booths were filled, the patrons getting drunk and laughing with the too-nice serving girls who were looking for an extra tip, playfully teasing the customers with touches and shy laughs. He looked to the women that were leading men beyond closed doors, trying to catch any sign of ill intent in their eyes. But, truth be told it was a struggle. He felt someone watching him however, but just as he was about to turn and look in the direction his drink was placed on the table, the serving girl a little too close and giving him a great view of her cleavage.

Bjorn cleared his throat and scooted back, slightly uncomfortable as he lifted himself up slightly to look towards the direction where he felt the gaze was coming from. Whoever was there however was now gone. He let out a sigh and nodded to the serving girl, dropping a few coins in her hands. “Be a dear and keep them coming, yes?” He said, and took a sip.

 

[BrighterFlame]

She decided on desert beauty tonight, she wrapped herself carefully in the soft sliks with pins, easy to remove during the show, she veiled her face. Then it was her turn, the musician took one look at her before switching instruments. The sounds of the desert flute started slow and began to build as Karma stepped out, then drums set a steady beat. She made it to the stage and there was a brief pause in the music so everyone could get a good look.
But then the beat started again and her foot came down to thump in time with the beat, her hips began to sway. As the beat and tempo rose so did her speed, then she started to sway her arms, spinning in sensual circles. Seemingly by accident, one pin dropped to the floor as well as revealing her middle, a perfectly feminine but also strong, you could see the muscles as they flex with each rotation of her hips. Piece by piece her coverings fell off and more of her body was revealed, till she danced nude, the last point was when she removed the veil and revealed her perfect face. But it also showed the slight scar on the back of her left shoulder.
To the untrained eye it could have been a dog bite, but to the hunter it would make her for what she was. The men in the other booths were cheering as she stepped down from the stage and sensually made her way over to the two young men, she had decided to take them both. She leaned down and whispered in their ears, “my room tonight boys, I’ll be all yours.” She had to keep from laughing as they both seemed to nearly have simultaneous nosebleeds. She gave the black haired one a nibble on his ear which drew cat calls from all the men watching. Then she sauntered away before she gave one more bow on the stage, then she left to her room.

 

[Torack]

He was simply enjoying his drink, watching the others go throughout their day; watching the patrons with their laughs and their enjoyment. His eyes were scanning faces, and even though he knew he should be relaxing at least a little to try and fit in, the fact that he was so close, that he was actually this near to capturing his target was putting him slightly on edge.

Bjorn was looking for a mark. A specific mark on the back of the shoulder, and on several occasions he thought he saw it, his hand automatically going for his weapon only to then realize it was either a birthmark or some form of tattoo.

Several minutes passed when a red-haired woman wearing a desert themed outfit came onto the stage. He had to admit, she was rather spectacular. Bjron was trying to keep his eyes on the staff, but his attention kept getting drawn back to the performance. Watching as the dancer slowly stripped through her dance. And he found himself almost enthralled, drawn into her body, her grace and the smooth sexiness of her performance. And when the last cloth fell, revealing her full nude body, he saw it

The mark.

Bjorn’s eyes widened as he watched the woman walk off the stage and tease a couple boys in the crowd. His heart rate suddenly increased as the realization finally hit that he’d actually found his mark, and he’d been looking at her for the past… however long her dance was. But those poor boys. He didn’t know what she was going to do with them. He thought of simply sitting by, waiting as she had her way with them and gave them a good time, wait until the end of the night to approach her. But the problem was, these things, could do anything. She could pleasure them just as easily as she could turn them. And more werewolves in Laden was never a good thing.

Cursing, he downed the rest of his drink and stood, following the woman to the back. As soon as he tried to get in, a guard stepped in his way, holding his hand out. Frustrated, Bjorn showed the man his badge.

The guard seemed to hesitate a moment, and Bjorn took the advantage to slip past him, a hand on one of his guns as he followed the woman. He noticed some of the other employees giving him strange looks, some even appraising looks which all eventually fell to his guns and caused them to turn away quickly.

As soon as his mark entered her room, Bjorn followed, closing the door behind him and pulling out one of his guns..

“So,” he said as he looked around a moment, trying to locate all the potential exits before concentrating on her, the gun trained on her chest. “This is where you’ve been hiding.”

 

[BrighterFlame]

Karma put on her robe when she got back to her room, that had been fun! She always got such a rush from her dances, from having so many eyes on her as she enthralled them, then be able to come back to such a lavish style? It was the perfect life. She smiled to herself as she heard someone enter after her, such eager youth! She turned to greet them but tensed as she saw it was neither of the boys, but the man she had observed earlier and he was aiming a gun at her. It wasn’t particularly difficult to think of a reason why he would be here.
“Hiding? Who’s hiding? This is my home.” She didn’t show any fear as she took a step closer, “what have I done to incure the wrath of the hunters?” There was no way of knowing which faction or guild he was from and honestly she didn’t care, he was invading her home and she didn’t take kindly to that. Her eyes went from brown to a bright yellow, showing she was ready to change at any second.