This mission is really gonna suck. That was the recurring thought that pinged off the insides of his skull as he plodded along, by himself, up the dried riverbank towards the rendezvous point for the Moon staging area. The Luna Venatores faction had chosen this gods forsaken rainy night to assault the sun clan's forward base (not the actual base; Brennan would be far more jazzed if it was their grand aboveground castle, Sunrise Keep). To make matters worse for them - or better depending on how you looked at it - was that tonight was the eve of a new moon, meaning soon it would be pitch black, so utterly devoid of light that even vampires might have trouble seeing; which was exactly the moon faction's plan.
No, instead, Brennan chose to slog through a muddy, backwoods game trail, climbing over rocks where possible to make any footsteps harder to trace by any passing vampires - friendly, enemy, or unaffiliated. The one good thing about his situation was that he had come up with the idea to stagger arrival times at the rendezvous point, so they all didn't show up at once. Vampires moving about as a group tended to arouse suspicion at a frightening rate. Squish! His boot sank an inch deep and slid in something that wasn't quite mud. "Shit!" he swore, rather accurately it would seem given that flies now buzzed curiously around the sole of the boot that had disturbed their pu pu platter.
As Brennan crested the rise and the camp came into view under sunset's watchful gaze, he swore under his breath. "Sunspawn," one of the moon faction's favorite curse words rolled off his tongue only to be lost amid the popped collar of his black stomach length coat. He thought he would be the first one here since he took the fastest, most direct route. He approached the camp, clucking his tongue audibly three times to signify his membership within Luna Venatores. He could see at least one person had gotten there before him. If there were any others, he knew not as of yet.
