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Ask Warwick

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07-29-2013

Warwick's form was hidden amongst the foliage that littered the one of the Plague Jungles. Pale moonlight barely filtered through the thick canopy above him, illuminating his prey as it stood in the clearing. Clearly startled, the large Elk looked around with panic showing in its eyes. It sensed the danger that lurked, unable to pin point the source it simply watched, awaiting for the opportunity to run when it could.

Warwick's claws dug into the soft dirt, so long he had been suppressing the growing blood-lust. Nearly a full week now without prey was driving him to the point of madness, to hunt. To feel the prey tremble and scurry before him, the power he held over their lives be it man or beast. The feeling was incredible. He was still known in circles as the best hunter there was, tracking and capturing anyone and thing... However, demand for harder prey had made Warwick grow desperate. Demanding his long time friend create a potion, the side-effects gave him a hungering blood lust that would never be sated completely until he had the complete potion. Until that day, he had to deal with this.

Crimson eyes locked upon the elk, muzzle drawn back into a savage snarl, hackles on end and muscles tensed. The throat... Rip the throat.... A soft blood thirsty snarl escaped from Warwick and alarmed the elk who took off running. Nearly kicking himself, Warwick exploded from the dark hiding spot an all fours after the animal, over logs and around trees he would dash moving ever deeper into the forest. The promise of prey consuming all his thoughts as he ran faster than any human could possibly hope to match. Powerful muscles propelled him of the ground and through the air, claws sunk into flesh an a high pitched whine sounded from the animal.

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Grey fur matted with blood, his maw stained crimson. The dead prey before him and torn upon, blood splattering the area... The animal had suffered more than was necessary for any normal hunter, but only just enough to sate the sick urges that compelled the Blood Hunter when the scent of blood blinded him. Warwick looked down upon the carcass he had just feasted on, his eyes narrowed slightly. He felt himself slipping further and further with each hunt... Slowly losing his mind to the primal urges that had come with the transformation. He gazed at his bloodied claw and slowly raised it to his face, his long flat tongue lapped at the salty blood before he growled and sniffed the air.


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JadedStar

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07-29-2013

A pair of eyes had been watching the bloodhunter, hunting the hunter as it were. The musky scent of a large wolf lingered in the air at a distance, but with it a slightly more feminine odor mixed in. He could easily smell her. That distinct smell that should be familiar to him from the distant past.

A shadow in the distance moved slightly as bold eyes gazed from afar at the wolf-beast. She sat atop the back of a large whitish-gray wolf, gently holding to its thick fur to keep herself seated easily upon it. Not a word spoken. Not a wave, or any sign she had returned with any purpose. Silent, the mysterious woman observed.


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Ask Warwick

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07-29-2013

Warwick frowned, a scent that brought with it faint memories of a hunt he had long since forgotten. The girl he had inadvertently saved from a beast he had been hunting. He turned to face where the scent had come from, a girl upon a beast. A wolf no less. Warwick offered a low growl in greeting, his form still covered in blood giving a terrifying impression to anyone who was not used to such a sight. He stepped toward her, growling softly.


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JadedStar

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07-29-2013

There was no sound from the sole woman, but the wolf beneath her gave a growl in return. It was both in greeting, and warning as it protectively stood, ready to take the woman to safety should Warwick prove a threat to her. Her head lowered slightly in response. A show of slight submission, though she would not bow so quickly to such a creature. He would have to prove he is still as strong as he was when he had saved her all those years ago. As he drew closer, he would note that she wore a mix of skins and normal clothing, with a home made bow gripped in one hand and a skin quiver on her back filled with home made arrows. Her sharp gaze never leaving the Blood Hunter, watchful of his approach. She had grown quite a bit in the past ten years. She was so young when last he had seen her, but here she was, a grown woman, with a gaze that hinted at a life among the animals and a depravity of human contact.


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Ask Warwick

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07-29-2013

Warwick stepped toward the girl upon the wolf, his ears upright and his lips drawn back in a snarl showing his teeth, still strained crimson from his recent hunt. His powerful form not showing any signs of backing down from the girl or the wolf. He noted what she wore, realizing she had indeed stayed in the wild instead of seeking civilization like many would have. He had to admit, he was somewhat impressed by that feat alone. He kept his gaze locked with hers, unsure what she wanted. If it was a fight... Then she would surely lose. He tensed, his muscles showing clearly making him look that much more intimidating.

"What do you want, girl?" he growled at her.


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JadedStar

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07-29-2013

"Willow." Came the husky voice laced with a sense of neutrality that fit the woman's visage perfectly. Her silvery gaze watched as the dreaded locks of brown hair sway slightly in the wind. Most bundled up in a tie against the back of her head with a few dangling around her face. Nostrils flare, taking in the scent of his recent kill. It didn't phase her. She knew everything would die someday, and was perfectly capable of carrying out the task when it need be done. She didn't appear to be looking for a fight either, which might seem odd given how fierce the growl from her wolf started to become.

With the gentle touch of her hand atop the wolf's head, it calmed in an instant. The howl of other wolves nearby signaled she was not alone, and likely had a pack she lived amongst. To his question, there was no reply. Instead she would slip from the back of the large wolf, stepping in front of it to stand directly before Warwick. Her eyes lifted in a challenge. Testing him perhaps.


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Ask Warwick

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07-29-2013

Warwick looked to the sound of the wolves, before returning his gaze to the girl before him as she stood before him. Warwick's ears were raised upward and forward, his mouth pulled back into a snarl as he dropped to all fours. His fur bristled as he growled toward her, it looked as though he were ready to lunge at the girl who dared to look at him in such a defiant manner. All his attention was focused on her, as though looking for a chance to lunge at her. Even at the threat of the other wolves possibly coming to her aid, he wouldn't back down as the primal urges took hold of his mind.


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JadedStar

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08-12-2013

Willow lifted her hand as her gaze remained upon Warwick, calling the wolves to stand back. She was their Alpha, and to them, Warwick was challenging her. However she wouldn't allow them to interfere. The wild woman took a step forward as silver orbs seemed to glow in the moonlight, remaining locked upon the wolf-beast with a sense of defiance. Her body language was completely readable by Warwick, knowing the mannerisms of the wolves and their psychology. She wanted him to act, to see how he might respond to her. His challenging stance in response gave her no pause, waiting for him to do what his instincts drove him to.

She would not, however, die under his viscous rage. She would not allow herself such quick defeat.


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Ask Warwick

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08-15-2013

One moment Warwick was growling and challenging her, the next, he was upon her. He leaped from his position when sensing the defiant nature, her stepping forward as if accepting the challenge was all he needed. Through the air, his claws brought down in a vicious arc intending to cripple her right arm while his jaws gaped wipe, bloodied teeth and glinting in the moonlight as they aimed to clamp around her neck and force her to the ground like rag-doll if she didn't move quick enough. Warwick was a hunter, an enhanced one at that, as well as being a brutal killing machine. He moved fast, faster than most humans could even comprehend.