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The Joy of the Hunt; open to all
Topic Started: Mar 20 2007, 09:01 AM (182 Views)
Conall
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(Didnt know here else to post this so I stuck it here)
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Conall ran across the rooftops, feeling the coolness of night wrap around him. The moon was high and bright and the air was clear. He took deep breaths, feeling the coldness seeping pleasantly into his lungs whilst he took in the scents of the city. Tonight he would hunt. It had been too long since he really cut loose. One of the things a werewolf had to do now and then was hunt. It was a natural instinct that needed to be indulged.
When he was younger he had hunted humans for sport but it rarely ended in him killing them. He preferred to just stalk them to test his skills. Animals like deer were still fun to hunt because they were more of a challenge with their keener senses and fleeter feet. But there were no deer or similar quarry in this city. So now he had a different prey.
He picked up a scent and his eyes flicked open, a light smile spreading across his lips. He leapt across to the next building, long brown jacket lifting up behind him as he flew. He landed at a run and sped across this rooftop, then the next, following the scent, his heart pounding as he began to feel the joy of the hunt.
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Verloren
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Verloren had left the castle hours ago. This was the first time in three days he had left the castle. His whole body was thin and his skin slowly wrinkling as his age began to catch up to him without fresh blood. The whole he had been walking he had been muttering. At first it was nothing coherent but soon he was forming plans for what he should do with his power now.

"Yes, yes, YES! I’ll get Dominic to go to Marcus and ... and ... HURT ... him, yes Dominic seems good at that ... maybe even ... KILL him ... "

As he muttered to himself his hands were constantly moving either making a flamboyant gesture or curling his fingers as he spoke.

"Bah! What are you saying, man! That’s ridiculous!"

He thrust his hands to the side as if pushing the idea out of his way as he walked and suddenly burst out.

"NO, NO, NO! I'VE GOT IT!"

He grinned in glee as he walked his stature suddenly altered. Now he was stooped over but his pace was unaffected.

"I’ll go to Marcus and ... and ... I’ll, I’ll ... that damned werewolf he has there ...I’ll kill it ... I’ll take my sword ... and ... cut out his heart ... then Marcus will be mine ...he will see no-one kills my people ... oh yes ... I’ll show him"

He grinned in mad glee as he finally found an idea that made sense before sighing heavily as if this idea had taken mountains of effort to form.


As he walked though he soon felt like he was being watched, no, stalked but looking around he saw nothing not even on the roofs, nor did he smell anything. At first he could ignore it but soon he was sure he heard footfalls but still he was alone. Logic would suggest a hidden follower or a trick played by the senses however Verloren was anything but logical and immediately he had the answer.

"They’re all after me! I know it! There in their rooms! All of them! They all want my head just because I made one mistake! The whole city wants me dead!"

He gulped as his eyes shot from one window to another and soon he was shaking in fear as the buildings seemed to grow and lean in as if to close him in. He was sure that building was grinning at him. Wailing loudly he turned on his heel and began to run off down the street. Only now did it occur to him this was not politiker territory, and he in fact had no idea where he was.
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Conall had soon caught up to his target. It was a vampire. The same one he dimely recognised from the fight at the Warehouse. A leader it would seem. Though whichever clan he was from might want to consider a re-electiong because this guy was clearly mad.
Conall followed him via the rooftops, sticking to his human form, at elast for now. Even from up here he could hear the vampire's ranting and raving, sometimes muttering, sometimes shouting. This, while not yet a challenging hunt was certainly interesting to behold. Conall continued his persuit.
It was then he heard mention of himself. This vampire wanted to kill him? Well that made sense in a way. If he was the leader then perhaps he should attempt to avenge the deaths of his underlings. Conall would. But that didn't mean he'd pull his punches if this guy did come for him. Was he a threat then? Conall pondered this as he followed on. No, he concluded. A potential one maybe, but not fully fledged. He didn't seem to be able to graps a thought long enough to be an actual threat.
The vampire certainly seemed able to sense Conall's presence. He turned tail and fled, wailing. Either that or he was fleeing from his own personal demons. Conall didn't mind which. He jogged across the rooftops after his prey.
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Verloren kept running as fast as his legs would carry him in their feeble state. He panted hard as he ran now, his lack of food failing him as he slowed slightly. He turned his head to look over his shoulder he could still smell the werewolf he knew it was one. No sooner had he turned his head then he kicked a rock yelping in minor pain he tumbled over the metal guard at the side of the road and rolled head over heals down the embankment the other side. Pushing off the dusty floor he shook his senses back to focus and run, not more than a few steps away there was a alcove under a foot bridge and he slipped inside.

Keeping his breathing as quiet as possible he focused his mind with all his effort a slight breeze began to blow, taking his scent from the alcove and carrying it further on. Hopefully his persuer would follow the scent right past him and he would escape.
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Conall watched with interest as the vampire tripped and ended up rolling down a hill before running to his hiding place under a bridge. He noted with interest how a mysterious wind had carried the scent away from his nose. Remembering how the sign had been ripped off the front of the Warehouse he put two and two together. The vampire had power over the wind. Interesting.
Conall leapt down the building the easy way and made his way towards the footbridge, circling far to one side to keep out of sight. The vampire had made a careless mistake. In changing the winds direction he had made it easy for Conall to stay downwind from him, hiding his scent from his quarry. He moved carefully up until he was crouched on the footbridge that the vampire was hidden beneath. The concrete handrail of the bridge hid him from view but from here he didnt need to see. He could smell his target this close no matter what the wind.
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Verloren stood under the footpath for at least another ten minutes, he couldn't smell or sense the werewolf and when he was sure he had left he stepped out from the alcove with a heavy sigh.

Verloren looked around still shaking slightly as his eyes scanned the terrain before he turned and hurried off down the path he was now on back toward politiker territory, he was going back to his castle and this time he was not comming out. He would stay there and make his orders from there. He knew he couldnt come out now. Not now that everyone was after him. He had to hide and that was just what he'd do.
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Conall watched the vampire leave his hiding place before scurrying off down a path that took him east. Conall decided that this prey had grown boring. What he really needed was a good old fashioned pack hunt with 7 or more wolves working for a common goal.
He sighed. Time to head back to the apartment. Maybe Joss would be around.
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