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The dim forest stood still, the pale light of morning settling among the golden trees. It had been a week since the two-cloaked figures had left for the hunt. One stood straight, watching the area with her pale smoke eyes staring out unblinking.



Hunched down, sniffing at the foliaged ground her companion let out a hissing breath; *Werewolves* his musical voice broke the silence with its cold demeanor.





Kirian sighed, turning her smoky orbs down to her drowean partner, Allon.





*The chase is longer than last I ever remember it being,* the husky sound of her voice was lisped slightly due to the fangs within her delicate mouth.











Allon grinned, his tanned skin giving way to the careless smile, *Means there's still some for us*





Kirian's ebony plated hand strayed down to her hip, resting against the sword sheathed there. Taking in the calm sound of the wind whipping through the trees she tensed, the forest was calm, too calm. Her senses heightened, the muscles in her armored legs tensing, her slanted vampiric eyes taking in all around them. Allon rose from the ground, his sea blue eyes finding her's. He sensed it too. A mute understanding passed between them, his hands instantaneously revealing dual sias gripped tightly, the woven leather of the silver handles creaking under his firm grasp. A slight movement from the trees, the emerald leaves shaking gently, the first spots of winter passing showing on their dingy surfaces. A howl, otherworldly, she knew that call, the feeding call of a werewolf. Kirian spun about as she drew her long sword, the rusting metal ringing with the promise of their tainted blood. A gentle motion caught her attention, a figure rearing towards her. Calmly she watched as the male wolf charged, the snarl echoing out from his frothing muzzle. Kneeling she swung her booted right foot back and around as she pivoted on her left. The leg locked firmly in place as she made contact, catching him in his mutated chest, the yellow flesh tearing open. Turning smoothly she swung her sword down in a leveling arch, the cool silver metal cutting deep into the almost translucent flesh. Kirian watched the plum liquid spew from the severed neck, the wolf's body twitched, trashing; its furless tail thumping against the solid earth as its claws cut deep gashes into the ground. Its large purple oval eyes closed to deadly slits, a light groan escaping its heavily tattooed throat. Tribal designs representing the pack it belonged to decorated his entire nude form, a smooth patch of silky orange like fur covered his groin area. The feet were slightly human, looking like it had been surgically molded with a wolfs paw. Bones shown through the flesh visibly making the highly muscled beast seem a mere rotting corpse. The feral snout of the were dripped the enraged slobber down its still neck, the bones crunching gently as the Wolven blood left the head making the human facial features slowly take charge again. She took in the full form, looking at the Celtic knot in the midst of the tattoos. Reavens. So the mutt still lived, still ruled over a pack in fact. With the toe of her boot she turned the Were over onto his stomach, inspecting his back for the tell tale signs of mating. Shit. There at the base of its spine lay the lashes, marking the completion of the mating ritual.





Kirian let out a frustrated growl raising her gaze she looked over to see Allon finishing off a second were, female. The motions of his agile body, seemed to make him float as he came at the feminine were, her red claws winding through the air as she attempted to slash at his stomach. His Sais clashed loudly against the sharp bone of the wolven's claws, before the wolf could react, Allon flipped over her, slitting her throat as he landed smoothly. Gurgling the pale creamy corpse fell to the floor of the forest, spasming as the blood flowed out freely from the wound. Kirian approached the new corpse looking at the disfigured features twisted up in agony; her eyes roamed down the sticky figure, miniscule lines of a deepened green were etched under the nearly clear skin. A patch of red almost pink fur covered most of her belly side. Kirian bent down flipping the Were over, the skin shimmering slightly in the soft sun. As Kirian had expected a Celtic knot resembling the male Weres and lash marks in the same assimilation of the males proved they were mates. Smirking she stood, staring as the ivory skin of the Were blued considerably.

An arm slipped about her shoulders, *Seems they are traveling in mates, getting smarter* grinning at Allon, she finally pried her eyes from the female Wolven.



Nodding she pulled away from his touch, her long black cloak spread wide around her shapely figure, the tin ebony plate armor hugging her every curve perfectly. She sheathed her bloody blade, not bothering to clean the already dulling weapon. The next village they would restock. This one was but a temporary blade until she got her true sword, Blood Lust, back. How Kirian missed the feel of the heavy dragon embedded broadsword, the smooth swing of its sharpened weight.





Allon mumbled in complaint as the sun came fully from the cloud cover, blinding his drow eyes. He watched as Kirian pulled the hood of her cloak up over her brilliant red hair, the curls bouncing lightly with each step she took. His steps matched her, soon walking beside his assigned hunting partner. Glancing his way Kirian flashed a brilliant smile at him revealing her perfectly white fangs, nearly as pale as her own flesh. Allon looked out ahead of him, watching as the villages details came into clear focus. They were near. He dreaded villages, human contact. One always grew weary around others who despised you. His drow nature, his dark blue flesh, his sea blue eyes curved in a elven slant, his fragile appearing hands, his almost periwinkle hair caused many humans to despise him immediately. After all the drows were known to do horrid things to most sun dwellers. The only way out of that horrid underground lair his race called home was to join the hunt this year. Forsaking his family and leaving behind all he knew before Allon had set out to kill Weres. Little had he expected to be grouped with a female, a half vampire no less. Her teasingly warm attitude towards him always left him unprepared for what was next. One moment she would be smiling at him the next they would be bickering over what to eat like angry dwarves. A noise of rocks crunching underneath wagons wheels woke him from his thoughts as he noticed they were mere feet from the village.





Kirians pace sped up as they neared the village not noting the fact that Allon was so deep in thought. Her eyes searched for the black smith soon finding the rutty shack towards the mid of the small village. Her hands grasped in anticipation of holding her blade again, her eyes wandering next to her to find Allon heavily guised from the public eye. Smiling she gripped his hand in hers pulling him quickly towards the smithy.





The rutty wooden door pushed open easily as kirian made her way inside, the shop appearing deserted. Layers of dust coated everything, the forge was cold, the anvil empty, even dust coated the filthy floor. Instantly she inspected the room, the dull garnishings giving no place for anyone to hide.





Allon stood beside her motionless, his voice causing her flesh to shiver slightly, *Wolves, weeks past, I smell no humans.*

Kirian perked her eyebrow stepping forward to search for her sword amongst the stack of weapons.



Allon looked around the deserted shop; nothing had been used in weeks. He sniffed, searching for a scent to tell him who had done this. A distinctive but stale smell hit his nostrils, were wolves. He watched kirian as she searched through the pile of weapons in the back of the room. Allon let his mind ponder the situation as he recalled the sound of the wagon earlier, turning sharply his eyes narrowed in wonderment. Stepping outside he looked about, nothing was moving, everything was silent. The dirt road revealed wagon wheel tracks leading out of town. Someone had lived. Someone had escaped. Without notifying kirian Allon sprinted quickly alongside the wheel groves. Whoever they were, he would catch them.





Laughing shortly in success Kirian lifted her broadsword up into the air, kissing its blade gently.





*My beauty* Kirian purred, as she slid it into the sheath on her him having removed the previous resident.





The comforting click of the dragons mouth onto the sheath caused a shiver to run along her spine. God how she had missed this sword, her fathers sword. She relished the moment a second longer before turning around to find Allon gone. Her brows scrunched in confusion as she hurried outside. Her eyes looked about the town before she noticed his boot prints in the slightly muddy road. Turning west she rushed after him, hoping to catch him soon so that she would have the breath left to slap him silly.





*Damn curious drow* she muttered to herself.





Allon leaned against an aging oak, his eyes taking in the parked wagon resting before him in the clearing. A mans voice barely audible even to his elven ears sounded in the distance. Allon shifted his position attempting to see the speaker. Beside the wagon a man sat, his bulky form showing openly seeing as he was nude. The man's flesh was coated in mud and blood, the obvious lack of clothing making some sense. Perhaps he was preparing to bathe? No, there were no water sources near. The drow sighed, gasping in surprise as the mans head turned sharply in his direction. Allons eyes widened as he spun behind the oak, leaning against the peeling bark. A deep chuckle erupted from behind Allon, echoing throughout the forest. The man had seen Allon; he no longer had the element of surprise. Curses. ----- Kirian ran straight into a clearing not thinking to stop and check for Allon around the boundary of it. She immediately regretted not stopping. Before her stood a naked man, a somewhat handsome man. His farmer-tanned skin was caked with an endless supply of mud, making him look like a walking blob of dirt. The mans eyes twinkled with an evil glint as he looked her up and down. Kirian giggled uneasily as she attempted to back away from this man four times her size. A grin plastered itself on his face as he broke out into a stomach churning chuckle, walking towards her slowly and pulling her frail frame against him in one fluid motion. She struggled against him, her dhampir strength doing nothing to help her out of his hold. He breathed in deeply, his nose pressing against her neck as he took in her wild scent. Kirians hands fought in vain as they tried to get to her sword, he had her helpless and he knew it.





Allon heard the chuckling stop, his frame leaning out from the tree to dare a glance at the man only to find him holding something or someone firmly to him. The mans grimy hand moved up to remove the black cloth covering the figure. Allons eyes widened in fear as the blood red hair of Kirian gleamed in the shifting sunlight. He noticed the helpless look in her eyes turn to a silent look of agony. His eyebrows quirked in interest as the man pulled away to reveal Kirians own blade reamed through her. Blood spilled from the wound as a trickle began to form at the edge of her mouth. Allon ran towards her, the shock instantly turning to blind hatred for the man holding the hilt of the blade stealing Kirian from him.





She watched the man grin knowingly at her as she felt a tug at her hip. Her mind barely acknowledging that her sheath lay strapped to that side. She felt his right arm release her as it drew backwards, she made to step away as she felt something slide into her abdomen. She gasped, her eyes filling with unwanted tears of pain. It felt as if she were being torn in two, her body became extremely chilled as the pain shot through her, her knees buckling beneath her. The rough, muddy ground greeted her delicate frame as she fell down, a small puff of air expelling from her lungs. Blood leaked out of her mouth in pints, the wound becoming a private fountain of life as the warm liquid flowed from the gash. Her eyelids felt so heavy; she was so tired, so very tired. Letting her lids fall closed upon her smoke eyes she felt her thread of life get cut, her brain remembering only one thing as she passed from life, Allon. Sweet Allon.

Growling in rage Allon threw himself at Kirians murderer, a red haze of hatred clouding his vision as the man turned about to face him. Without problem the man grasped Allons slim arms and threw him down next to Kirian on the earth. A sharp rock made contact with his side as he landed the crisp sound of snapping bone entered his ears. The intense pain of his ribs breaking causing Allon to squint and gasp out in utter agony.



The front of his shirt clumped up as he was lifted from the ground slightly, the burly mans face coming close to his, *So youre one of those great were wolf hunters huh?*





A tongue flicked out to lick Allon along the neck, *Such a pity that youll be vanquished by a wolf in mere human form.*





Allons eyes widened, the man, he knew this man. The laugh, the eyes, the voice, it was...dear god, it was Reaven himself. Allon had heard tales of the pack leaders powers but now that he experienced them he regretting not remembering his weaknesses.





A cruel grin spread across Reavens face as he leant down whispering into Allons ear, *your woman partner is quite a beauty, if her body doesnt rot too much by the next moon I think ill take her as my mate.*





Anger welled anew in Allon as Reaven whispered this into his ear. No, he couldnt have Kirian, he couldnt taint her. Without warning Reaven slammed Allons own sias into his heart and left lung, releasing his shirt allowing the drow to fall numbly to the dirt. Allons eyes turned to the side, his head following in weak protest. The serene features of kirian greeted Allons eyes, a small smile spreading across his lips. He had to make sure Reaven wouldnt get her and Allon knew how. Scooting closer to her limp form Allon pulled loose a dagger from her side, more of a short sword in all reality. He raised his hand as high as he could before bringing it down expertly onto the dhampirs neck. A light splurt of blood greeted him as he slid into her neck, immediately bringing the blade up and down several more times before fully decapitating her. The pain in Allon's chest was nearly unbearable as he caught his breath from the exertion. A dull roar sounded beside him from Reaven as he looked upon what Allon had done. There was no way he could take her to mate now, once beheaded all bets were off. Allon simply smirked at Reaven as the Were lord bared down on him in anger, ripping his frail body to shreds with his elongating blue claws. The pain was nothing to Allon as he stared over at Kirian, his one love, resting peacefully on the damp forest floor.





Darkness swept over him like an ebony plague, his soul escaping his mutilated corpse. Freedom was such a simple word that used to mean nothing to Allon but now as his soul soared into the sky nothing meant more to him. A familiar smell greeted him as he rose higher, a smile already spreading over his lips even before he saw the red gleam of her hair greet him. She welcomed him to his new home, with her, could anything be more perfect? Allon shook his head, No, Nothing.