[center][h1][color=708090] Taran Fisherson[/color][/h1][/center]

It was all very overwhelming. 

Taran's home was a tiny fishing village that wasn't even on any maps. The people who lived there either called it 'Port' or 'No Name'.  The population was less than forty people and most of them were the sort who aimed to keep to themselves.  Sal was the only one who ever left the town to trade the fish that they caught with another tiny village call 'Farm' or 'No Name'. Nobody ever came either, finding him in the woods made him the first person to have not been born there since the founding of the town. And they liked to keep it that way. "What the lords and witches don't know about," his father would say "Only helps us," It always felt a lot like hiding from everyone to be honest, besides his mother would always shush his father before saying something along the lines of "Do not speak of it dear husband for it only gives them power, better to forget and let them fade into nothing," 

Growing up in such a small town,  he'd never been formally introduced to a stranger before, in his travels he never initiated conversations and when approached, kept his answers to one syllable. Far too nervous about giving too much away to dare say more. 

Now, here he was, having dirt thrown on and dusted off him. These women... they saw what he could do and they didn't mind. In fact, one of them even said she was the same as him. That had never happened. Granted, Taran didn't ever think that he had to worry about someone killing him just for existing. That...sounded fake, but the woman hadn't given him any reason to not trust her and a lot of what he said sounding like a god sent. Except about finding the place where he belong, which was with his family. He just needed the control she offered.  He opened his mouth to respond, but before he knew it, he was hoisted to his feet and drug off further into the woods. 

They had already run a mile or so, and his breath was coming in deeper breathes before he was able to form his thought into words. [color=708090]"Wait, there are /were/wolves chasing us?" [/color] he gasped. Straining his ears to try and catch a howl or something that would indicate that a monster was not so far off.[color=708090] "How do you know?"[/color] Werewolves, while slightly less...not talked about than lords and witches, were not discussed either, so he didn't know if there was some sign that he missed.   After another moment.[color=708090] "And where are we going? A castle? There aren't /lords/ in it are there?" [/color] He was going to say witches or lords, but in present company it was better to just ask about one of the two greatest evils in the world. 

[center][h1][color=bc8dbf] Emiliah Hazelbrush [/color][/h1][/center] 

/Perhap I over estimated the amount I can learn from him/ she thought to herself. Blessed weapons, holy water and rain were /basic/ hunting techniques, things her father had show her during the early years of her training. Or perhaps it was simply the fact that he didn't know her background and was starting from the beginning. She was distracted by the door slamming open and the white wolf appeared. Emiliah gave a sideways glance to Fenros and the wolf who seemed to having a silent, mental conversation. It was hard to miss that Fenros was already reaching for his weapon before the man came in to explain to the rest of them that the forest held a pack of werewolves. 

That in itself was strange. The folly existed  because it was close to magical creatures and their homes. That being said, the folly and the roads around it were usually highly avoided because of the shear amount of hunters that patrolled them. Instead of making itself a target, it really made the area the safest place from anything that chose to pollute the world with their foul magic.  

Emiliah's first thought was for her parents, but their home, while in the forest, was on the far side of town, away from the road. So she let that thought flit away and allowed herself to refocus on the task at hand. Ideally, she would have liked to run home to were she kept her stash of silver, it seemed unpractical to keep it all on hand when she lived so close anyway. But not close enough to warrant a trip there now, not with humans in  danger. She reached into the lavender stuffed bag and pulled out her 'just in case' kit, which held a little bit of every creatures weakness. She yanked out anything that was silver: lined gloves, the silver spear head a bag of silver dust. And her net, that, while not entirely made of silver, had a few strands woven in. Not as effective as a a full silver net, but a heck of a lot stronger and lighter.  It took less than two minutes to ready herself as ready as she could be to fight the werewolves. Like Fenros, Emiliah handed the rest of her lavender stuffed bag to Bobby.[color=bc8dbf] "Don't let me forget to come and get this," [/color] she called out in a light voice before following Fenros out into the night. 

She crashed into someone standing right outside the door. Instead of nocking her off her feet, however, the force merely caused her to take a few quick steps back.  Emiliah glanced up and down at the man. Clearly, he was a hunter, judging by the cross blade strapped to his back. There was something slightly off about him, however, that Emiliah couldn't quite put her finger on in this fraction of a second meeting. Instead of apologising for crashing into him, Emiliah reached out and placed her hand on his shoulder. [color=bc8dbf]"You make a better wall than door or window, my friend"[/color] she said before running after Fenros in the mad dash to slay the werewolves. 

[color=bc8dbf]"So, I can assume your wanting to take lead on this?"[/color] she said, to Fenros, her voice slightly testing. [color=bc8dbf]"I don't think anyone is going to fight you for it, but I am curious to hear what your plan is. You have a bunch of varied level hunters who either haven't worked with each other before or typically do not work with anyone at all, " [/color] 
[center][h1][color=a36209] Clay Hale[/color][/h1][/center] 

[color=a36209]"How can you in one breath tell my I don't fuck anything up and then in the second say that they only way you won't go into the forest now is if I basically fuck something up. That something being you," [/color] He was half tempted to leave her there and look for her passed out by some tree in the morning, it was a lot less troublesome, but then he'd have to deal with her bitching and moaning that typically comes with passing out by a tree. Suddenly, the wolf he saw with the smart man came bolting pass. 

Clay was briefly distracted by a wolf and then  a man scrambling past in a frenzy. The wolf he recognized from the tavern, although why Bobby let in a wolf was beyond him. And the man was... clearly scared out of his wits. Probably because of some rabbit rustling in the woods. Shaking his head he took a few step closer to Senna and closer to the woods. Like a farmer trying to corral his chicken without spooking it enough to make it bolt.  They were almost to the forest now and she kept moving.[color=a36209] "Come on Senna, can't you just pass out already?"[/color] he muttered under his breath, not that she was /that/ drunk, just drunk enough to be a bigger pain than usual. 

The moment they entered the woods, he could feeling something was off. Something that made him feel more like prey than hunter.[color=a36209] "Senna,"[/color] he whispered, harshly more as a threat, reaching forward and snagging her wrist. Stopping her in her tracks for the moment. It was then that he saw the glowing eyes not more than ten feet off in the woods. Werewolf. It took him a moment to fully process what he was seeing, but luckily for him his natural instincts kicked in. In the time it took for his mind to catch up, he had already tossed Senna behind him, locked and loaded his first arrow and shot. The arrow bounced off of the trees with a snapping sound and he watched the wolf skimper a few more steps. Not quite fast enough to give the illusion that it was being chased. No, this wolf didn't fear him, in fact, it was almost like it was trying to draw them deeper into the wood. Get them to come closer. [color=a36209] "Senna, no" [/color] She didn't even need to say anything to make it very clear what she intended to do. The last thing he needed was to chase her and the werewolf.  [color=a36209]"You are not fucking going after that thing right now,"[/color] he growled, attempting to use his body to block hers, backing slowly out of the woods. [color=a36209]"There are more than two dozen hunters ready to take on this right now, and you are not one of them. I don't care how blood thirsty you think you are right now. If it'll make you happy and get you out of these wood, I'll fucking blow your mind tonight" [/color] He said the last bit in a very bored voice, most of his attention was on scooping out his next shot, he fired off a few more, each nearly hitting the wolf.  He needed to get closer if he wanted to do proper damage, but he wasn't about to let Senna out of his sight for a second. If she died, he might have to do some of the hard work on their hunts. 
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