Elizabeth felt her heart palpitate once again after arriving at Hara. This…. Such a thing as coincidence should be rare right?
Why did this man suddenly show up here? Elizabeth was not particularly brilliant at memorizing faces nor figures but there was a certain thing towards this person that made her remember.
This man…. This man had somehow been the man she had teased at the border of Hara.
"Handsome man!"
She had remembered yelling at him thinking there was a non-existent chance she would meet him.
She had not seen his face, but she could not be more assured this was him.
He bore a limpid expression on his chiseled face. It was the kind and gentle look a preacher would give, it did not match his warrior-like build or his domineering aura.
Unlike Oliviér who had chiseled muscles, appropriate, slim, yet toned, the new character had a large and brick-like frame. He was wearing a golden armor which Elizabeth reckoned was very heavy and thick, yet his muscles managed to bulge through.
Elizabeth, who had just said Oliviér was the most intimidating Werewolf that she had met, swallowed. He did not have a pair of enchanting eyes like Oliviér, but his dark-red eyes were terrifyingly mesmerizing, having thin dark veins on the fair skin underneath his dark-red orbs. The thin veins were pumping with dark blood, and connected with his eyes.
These types of Werewolves with veins underneath their eyes were immensely fearsome. They had very little control over their beast, they were more powerful than other Werewolves their ranking and their anger was one word…. Legendary.
They were called War Wolves.
If a human ever encountered such a Werewolf without proper precautions and security around….. run.
His blonde short hair fell on his thick blonde eyebrows, and his fair eyebrows swept up and down at Oliviér. The limpid expression slowly twisted into a stone-cold one. Elizabeth observed as the veins on the side of his neck popped when his jaw ticked, teeth obviously grinding behind his thin pale pink lips.
His clenched jaw was squared, with a nice love line in the middle of his jaw. A cleft chin, something one did not see everyday. There was a very noticeable ink at the side of his face, a black drawing of two serpents fighting for dominance, identical to the necklace on his neck.
He was a head taller than Oliviér that had already dwarfed Elizabeth, so standing beside this Alpha male she seemed like nothing more than a speck of dust…. Although for her it was hard not to notice him with the scent of fresh sunflowers that filled the air the moment he walked here.
Sunflower? Elizabeth trailed her eyes from his summer blonde hair to his blonde eyebrows, and golden armor. It fitted perfectly.
Different from Elizabeth who was secretly examining his features, Oliviér was irritated. "The renowned Divine Paladin has finally returned back to Overwatch? I mourned when news of your death reached the country, my surprise to discover it was after all false news."
Elizabeth unconsciously nodded. It was confirmed, Oliviér was not just intentionally a dick to her but it was simply his attitude to everyone.
Lines began to form in the middle between his thick blonde eyebrows. "I believe Young Master Oliviér must have shed too many tears…. I feel honored knowing the Young Master would not shed a tear even if his own Wolf died."
Whatever it meant it seemed to have hit a spot in Oliviér. The man pushed his glasses up with a finger. "What are you doing in my crime scene, Paladin," his words were clipped.
The "Paladin" cleared his throat before he spoke. "I have received orders from His Majesty to join the Bleach murder case."
For the first time Elizabeth heard Oliviér growl. It was low, it was raspy, it was as gravel as his voice, and it sent terrible tremors down her spine. She was not sure why her stomach suddenly felt hot though…. Fear?
"A rabid guard dog? No thanks, you can walk away now." Oliviér's voice had turned lower and deeper by a second.
Elizabeth stepped back instinctively.
The "Paladin" did not move. "You can not dispute the authority of the crown. Drop your arrogance and ...."
Elizabeth's heart jumped, and she out of instinct moved an inch. What she was looking at was her new superior holding a pistol pointed at the forehead of the "Paladin".
Oliviér's other hand was placed behind his back while the other was holding a black pistol pointed at the forehead of the "Paladin".
"Back in primary school," Oliviér's voice had turned lower again. "My teacher said if you wanted to put a rabid dog down you had to aim for the head."
Elizabeth was baffled by the random twist. How….? What kind of hostility did they have against each other? Elizabeth knew absolutely nothing about both men, but anyone with eyes and ears would have already perceived that Oliviér was a crude man.
Insulting and degrading those he hated was not above him at all, but Elizabeth had not foreseen him pointing a gun at another Werewolf in daylight, with so many people around.
The man whom Oliviér had snatched the gun from his pouch was even more baffled. He did not even understand how Oliviér had so sharply snatched his gun and he was a beta wolf.
Those who stood and watched the two men swallowed. Every Investigator and Detective was issued a gun with silver bullets, to take down enemies that were Werewolves like them.
If Oliviér shot the gun he would truly kill this "Paladin". And for what? What kind of hostility was this?
The "Paladin" whom everyone was scared for did not show the slightest bit of fear. His lips curled up into a malicious sneer, whilst his dark-red eyes began to glow as well as the veins below his eyes pumped faster.
He sneered. "You've gone mad from privilege. Are you really planning to shoot the head of the Army of Mother Earth in public?"
Anyone with common sense agreed with this. Many of the people around knew already of the hatred between the two but shooting a beloved Paladin in public was a death sentence.
Oliviér's golden-red eyes rolled at the question. "I would shoot you and bury your body with Rogues."
The words seemed to have triggered the "Paladin" who took a step towards the pistol, pressing his forehead against the cold metal. Elizabeth's eyes descended on the "Paladin's" hands. From his leather gloves claws were beginning to peek from it.
"As expected of a Fóix, madness is in your blood, I had hoped it would skip a generation but it intensified with you."
Oliviér's red lips shifted to the corner, tilting into another "sweet" smile Elizabeth had seen before. "Mad men do dangerous things, mad men damn consequences…. Mad men have killed Paladins before…."
The Paladin looked pressed by the last sentence but said. "Do not drag this joke on, Oliviér, you will not pull the trigg–"
Pow! Pow!
Smoke emitted from the hole of the pistol.
The Paladin looked pressed by the last sentence but said. "Do not drag this joke on, Oliviér, you will not pull the trigg–"Pow! Pow! Smoke emitted from the hole of the pistol.Elizabeth flinched from the gunshot sound. He-he actually pulled the trigger? He had shot someone in the head in broad daylight."Oh my god-" Elizabeth's words became stuck in her throat upon moving her eyes to the "Paladin" that had been shot.The man stood firmly, formerly gentle red eyes glaring intensely at the golden-red eyes man in front of him with a gun pressed against his head."You've truly lost your mind," The "Paladin's" deep voice reduced into a whisper, a crusty, and gravelly whisper.Elizabeth, who had once again felt churns of heat in her stomach, was baffled. A threatening warmth had begun swirling in her stomach again, and out of habit she reached out to her face to touch her cheek. Since she was a child she had always felt a bitter-sweet warmth in her stomach when something…. Excited her. Pe
Heeled boots clicked on the concrete ground of the majestic castle. Two silhouettes trotted past the grey pillars, one a female following attentively behind a male."You must have heard of the so-called Werewolf Butcher? I take it Bleach must be a god before Commoners."Elizabeth rolled her eyes. It had only been a day, scratch that a few hours since she had had a new Superior but somehow the man had become the most annoying being she had ever met.Ignoring his quirk for randomly mocking anything and everyone whenever he wanted, he also had to obviously take a blow to her status as a Commoner all the time.Elizabeth did not mind the insults though, but repeatedly there was no way it would not become annoying. She breathed through her nose and spoke. "Sir, perhaps to some, but I have never seen the butcher as a hero, a hero seeks justice and supresess injustice, not advocate for brutality and vengeance."Her eyes met with Oliviér's golden-red ones that had narrowed towards her while h
A light skinned lady rushed towards them. She was a majestic creature. A female with the lightest of skin Elizabeth had ever seen it could even be considered a beautiful chalk-white color. Hair pin straight black hair travelled towards her abdomen whilst the frontals were pulled back by a red and black ribbon. Her slim face flushed, while her bright red eyes gleamed cheerfully.An Alpha she-wolf.She held onto her bell-shaped gown, while walking towards them in long strides. Finally she reached and gave a deep bow which Elizabeth thought was unnecessarily dramatic…. But you know… whatever works.She raised her hair up with a gentle smile on her face. "Good day to Lord Fóix, I was beyond ecstatic once I heard you had taken over the Butcher case, all the other Detectives at the Office are so incompetent."Elizabeth nearly choked on her own saliva once she heard the lady speak. What was this? This kind of compliment? It was true that Oliviér was the best of the best Detective but this…..
She lost herself to the yell, panic starting to set in but as a Half wolf the swishing of the air caught her attention.She raised her head just in time to see the arrow about to penetrate her forehead.Blood dropped on the concrete ground, the sound of the arrow puncturing skin entered Elizabeth's ears. Her heart pounded as she stared at the hand that had blocked the arrow from puncturing her forehead. Oliviér removed his hand with an arrow inserted inside from her face. He carelessly dislodged the arrow from his hand without so much as a quiet groan. Elizabeth's blue eyes watched as the wound swiftly knitted back, hastily knitting together and healing at an instant.Right…. Pure blood Alphas had immense healing abilities.Oliviér inched closer, seeing angst Commoners jumping on the guards. The guards themselves wasted no time to draw their weapons and fight back."Rebels," he muttered, eyes sweeping through the angst crowd.He caught the sight of other people moving along to coll
Fingers which were long, separate and had sharp claws caught a bunch of pink shoulder length hair, viciously pulling her back towards its black domineering frame. "Argh!" Elizabeth groaned as sheer pain rocketeered from her head to her spine.It was not over when she felt her body caught through the wind and flung back, then slammed against the wall, before finally landing on the cold hard ground. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut from the pain, opened, and her body ran cold from the throbbing aches that spasmed from her spine to her head."Pathetic. A dog pretending to be a Wolf, it is no wonder you can not defend yourself. A disgrace." The Rogue spoke in English with the heaviest accent she had ever heard.It was close to a Vieann accent but it was Vieann.There was something Rogues despised more than regular Werewolves. It was weaklings. Their kind discarded the weaker of their Pack whenever a child had turned eight through a series of rituals.She paid no mind to the insults
Humans? They were irrelevant, they died from age, they died from diseases, weaker creatures who hid in their little humans when the real creatures of nightmares came. Shapeshifters….. Beasts….. Wolves who came lurking out at night. Humans….. When the monsters came to play all they could do was run…. Run… Run…. Oliviér learnt that from a rather young age. Ah, they would always hide, silence themselves, peek, whenever they saw. The young boy sauntering, wondering why these humans were so fearful of him. He no longer wondered….. He was a fiend. Everyone sought a painless death. One that they go down swiftly, without enduring the pain that came before the darkness. Without the agony, with the exhilaration of the taunting feeling. He sought pain. The feeling that hurt not only the body but the mind, that sent your mind to a state of high that nothing else matters than the signal of pain the brain had sent to the rest of you. The one that sent his enemies to their knees, and tore
How to describe the Werewolves who served Mother Earth? The monsters who thrived under the sufferings of the Commonfolks- etu ehmonsta in the language of Vieanns. In some parts of the world they were believed to be the servants of the devil…. A creature that guarded the gates of hell. But he was nowhere near. He was much different from any devil, he was the child who basked under the light of Mother Earth, forsaking the cruelty in the Werewolves' nature. No…. he was the son of the incarnate of pure hatred, and evil in one. In the eyes of the humans the great butcher of the false goddess. He would spend his free days feeding the Lowborns, teaching the children and fighting tooth and nail to grahr them SOME rights in the Kingdom but he would still never change in their eyes. Just like his race he was another monster of the false goddess as they would always point out behind his back. Created to be greatness alongside his comrades in the army, they would cause strife and pain to Commo
Elizabeth arrived at Grey district where Oliviér's directions lead her. "I can not remember the last time Master Oliviér had a woman here, I am still surprised he sent you here." An old man said, eyeing the white handkerchief with the signature OLX sew into it that Elizabeth had handed him.Elizabeth removed her eyes from the grey walls with silver insignia all over it. The perfectly arranged table with alcohol filling it, the several doors showing how big of an apartment it was."Come, come, let me show you to the guest room." The old man led her down the lengthy halls of Oliviér's home.The guest room was clean, which was not surprising seeing as how his parlor was clean as well."You can sleep here tonight, when Master Oliviér returns I will tell him of your arrival," the old man bowed before leaving the room.Elizabeth nodded, looking at the wide bed. She wasted no time crawling into it, not even bothering to remove her clothes or washing herself.….A pair of blue eyes flashed o