[center][h2][color=f7976a]Draco Russ[/color][/h2][/center]

Currently: In Seren's Folly (Outside)

Interacting with: [@Ellion] [@Deos Morran] [@13org] [@shagranoz] [@Rune_Alchemist] [@WeepingLiberty]

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Draco's face was unreadable as he listened to the intent behind Emmerich's words rather then the words themselves. It would not be the first time that he had seen a hunter develop some kind of issue of the mind that made them highly unstable and dangerous. It wouldn't be the last either if he had anything to say about it. While many of his peers would gaze at Emmerich in fear and disgust, Draco only saw a man that needed help in a world that was ill equipped to heal him; Melodies of the mind were difficult to treat and most 'doctors' who claimed to treat such illnesses tended to be more monstrous then even the most vile of witch in their pursuit of 'medicine'.  

As more new faces started to gather around in order to join the hunt (Hunters by nature being pack animals after all), Draco offered them a glance before giving his full attention to what mattered; The wolf. As it's owner let it loose in order to have it track down what they were all pursuing, Draco didn't mix words or give some grand speech like some other hunters might have done. Instead he commanded only two words as he took off after the beast that they would be following to the source of the disturbance. "[color=f7976a]After it![/color]" 

Despite the fact that he seemed to be much older then those around him (and the truth was that he was), Draco was [i]fast[/i] on his feet. Being able to run quickly was a survival trait for all hunters after all and experience had only hammered that fact into Draco's being all to well.