Night in Hara Nation. The bright stars twinkled, scattered all over the skies of the great nation, forming a starry light that illuminated down in the thick woods of the Weeping Forest.
The Pale Moon glistened the green leaves of the enormous mourk trees, shadowed and blanketed the tall figures that looked smaller than midgets amongst the giant-like Mourk Trees.The groups stood in these howling woods. One group dressed in identical commoner styled clothes. They're soiled, ripped, breeches and loose white V-necks turned completely brown, soiled from hard day's labour, and soured from being continuously worn.The leader stood out though, adorning a V-neck lace long sleeve, better looking than the top with brown colors, moth holes, and rolled up hems. His tight breeches weren't that bad as it looked pressed, and thoroughly washed to erase the brown stains that now looked faded. His hood though was black, and thick, fit for a middle-class man.He narrowed his one eye black, one eye maroon, at the other group before him. A lock of brown hair fell on his dark eyes, as the big hand holding onto the edge of his sheathed sword tightened."This was not the deal, Lord Howard, I refuse one hundred pieces of gold for this artifact," His voice was deep yet quiet…. But it's quietness could not hide the hardness underlying in the voice.A haughty laugh resounded. A robust figure walked out from the encirclement of armoured men. The men behind him were wearing silver armors with the thick and bold inscription of a roaring wolf, they all had rich dark eyes that stared menacingly at the smaller party in front of them.The robust man with black hair, tainted with grey strands, and clear red eyes, shining in the darkness of the Weeping Forest."Our great King Lycaon once said, when a favour is granted more than once the lesser party begins to ask for more," the red eyed man sniffed. "Are you in a position to bargain, half breed?"The "half breed" took a step, his hand never leaving the edge of his sword as his square jaw ticked and his mixed eyed hardened. "You are not in the position to bargain, Lord Howard, you are outnumbered, I will not be threatened." He spoke through gritted teeth.The Lord let out another chuckle but the message of irritation and growing anger had begun to flash in his red eyes. "Outnumbered? Between man and beast who do you think shall come out alive?" His eyes flickered at the men behind the half breed. "Listen to the words I speak, Gentry, your peasant farmers and smugglers are no match for my beasts."Gentry the half breed knew the Lord was correct. The men he has behind him were men who were fairly trained, although these men had no fear of death, men who had starved far too much, and seen Family die a number of times by those so-called beasts, but truly speaking all they had was hatred.Their hatred had been sowed and had blossomed so beautiful, like a rose folded with deadly thorns. They could die with a smile on their faces if they could spit in the faces of those beasts who had stood with their feet on their skulls.But….. hatred and drive were not skill. And without skill and blessing from one evil god out there one could not kill those beasts…. Those creatures….. Part man…. Part wolf.Werewolves.The Lord himself, nevermind his robust frame and his cartoonish lasting expression was a ruthless monster. It was not the fact that he had secretly burnt and pillaged small commoner villages, or that he had accosted Food bestowed by the Royals to the commoners….. No, those things did not make the ugly bastard a Monster.It was because he fitted into one of those things that brought shivers to the spines of commoners and other Werewolves themselves. He was a part man, part wolf. A monster that lorded over a monster, a special kind of shape shifter….. he was an Alpha Werewolf.Combine Gentry– who fitted into the role of the worst of both worlds, an abomination, a Part human, Part Werewolf– and then the entire team of Humans behind him, they could not take on The Lord himself.They would end up ripped and destroyed. That was the power of an Alpha.Luckily though….. Gentry had made preparations for this. He glanced down at the coffin on the ground. "Lord Howard, you must think I am stupid. I already made plans for your greed. Right now I have a spy in the Investigative Office, the moment he catches wind of death, he will hand over a well detailed letter with enough evidence of our cooperation."Gentry's mixed eyes glanced down at the short Lord. "Do not test me, Lord Howard, the other Nobles might not care what an Alpha does to commoners, but they will surely take actions when they learn you screwed them over to cooperate with me for this artifact."Lord Howard's face screwed into the tightest of frowns, laced with anger and disgust. He spoke, "Fucking mongrel! You think you can make me fear! You! A peasant Myriad! Wolves, erase these fools from my sight!"The moment the words flew from the Lord's mouth, the other Wolf group behind him unsheathed their swords, ready for the slaughter, as the Lord turned his back to escape the future crime scene.As the Lord backed Gentry, a cold air slapped his pasty white face, filled with pigmentation. He sucked in a breath as the cold metallic texture of a sharp sword grazed his skin, dancing against his short wide neck.Hair rubbed Lord Howard's folded skin, and the hot breath from Gentry's uneven breathing was the only thing that kept his now pale cold body warm. From the corner of his eyes he could glance at Gentry's eyes that were now full blown red.He spoke. "Y-you madman! Poverty has made you insane! You use F-Forbidden Magic!"It was true. The half breed had used Forbidden Magic to elevate his status momentarily from a mere half breed to an Alpha."I do," Gentry confessed fearlessly, breathing the words into the Lord's ear. "Now listen carefully. I have trained for the day I shall slaughter you like the animal you are for many years, so if I were you, I would call off your dogs."The Lord felt his throat scratch against the sword as he swallowed thickly. "Insane! Insane! The Royal Family would surely wipe out your lineage, and those peasant lap dogs when they discover you use Forbidden Magic!"Gentry rolled his deep red eyes. "Five," Gentry breathed out.Lord Howard felt his heart begun to pummel against his chest, threatening to burst out if his chest was not cut open so it would run away."W-what are you doing?" Lord Howard asked, legs beginning to tremble violently at the moment."Two,"Lord Howard's entire body was shaking, cold had leaped away, leaving only shear heat and smoke. "You skipped two whole numbers!""On–""Wait!"Blood splattered onto the youthful face of Gentry. His cold stainless sword had now been stained by the thick dark red blood of Lord Howard.Eyes bulging out of the skull of the Lord in surprise, face ashen in fear, and mouth dropped from his instantaneous death. A thin line appeared on the short neck of the Lord, blood began to swiftly deep from the thin line and in that shocking second the Lord's Head fell from his body, allowing blood to shower from the headless neck like rain.Gentry stepped back, eyes descending on his bloody sword, before it fell from his hand. His short and uneven breath forcefully croaked out of his mouth and nose.I… I…. I "Did not do it," he spoke softly.Of course he did not. The Perpetrator bent on top a Mourk Tree, thighs spread, body in a squatting position, and hand holding onto a large and excessively wide blade, delicate yet deadly looking under the Pale Blue Moon.Gentry snapped his neck to the dead Lord's men when he heard one yell. "It's Bleach! Run!"A pair of slender and deathly pale fingers swept into short black hair, and bloodshot eyes gazed down with a maniacal glint in them.For a moment….. Just for a moment Gentry could have sworn he saw the human-like creature tilt it's lips into a wolfish smirk."Unforgivable," A distinct silhouette ushered out from the smoke that pervaded the environment. The disgusting smell of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. From the smoke grew two balls of fire, which became the only light in the smoke filled darkness."I had to watch it all fall. Ashes upon ashes of everything I had held closest to my all consuming heart. They said it was my destiny, so I wish to ask, is it your destiny to die by my hand?" A hush hush delicate voice reverberated.As the smoke began to slowly disperse from the balls of fire surrounding the area, then came into view bodies…. Burnt, ripped apart brutally. Only one man losing two legs leaned against an eyeless dead body while quivering.As the silhouette began to become a seeable frame the man gasped. He had realized that it was in fact not two balls of floating fire both rather a pair of this person's eyes. This person…. This person had fire for eyeballs.A shadow smirk appeared on the frame's face. Just as the perso
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.
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