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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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