[center][color=red][h1][b]CONNER NATHANIEL HUGHES[/b][/h1][/color][/center]
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[COLOR=RED][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]MATHER PARK[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][/COLOR][hr][indent][sup][color=gray]Tuesday, August 21st, 2018 - 6:05pm | Forest [/color][/sup][/indent]

Loose soil and grass kicked up under Conner's feet as he dodged a lunging wolf. The beast was black as oily pitch, bigger than any wolf he recalled seeing, and had eyes that burned like embers. If he didn't know any better he'd think some hellhound was attacking him. Two of the beasts circled him, hissing like a pair of snakes. His neck pulsed, he was temped to bath the things in fire but better judgement told him the flames might light the whole forest on fire. He got into a boxer's stance, rolling onto the balls of his feet. Lord help him he was about try and punch a bloody wolf. 

[color=red]"Come and earn your pound of flesh ya bastards,"[/color] he growled out. 

They took the bait, both lunging after him with fang ridden mouths agape and snarls echoing in the clearing. He side stepped one and cuffed the other with a swift right hook across its jaw. Rather than the satisfying feel of his knuckles against flesh, Conner's fist went right through he beast as it turned into a puddle of black goo. Pain lanced up his arm as the goo caught fire and splashed on his arm. He panicked, patting away at the flames dancing a merry tune all their own up his bloody arm. 

Conner landed on his ass, in pain and now thoroughly pissed. He felt the itch run down his back and his fangs grew a little sharper in his mouth. He stood up and felt the weighted thud his tail hit the ground. Conner struggled to keep instinct at bay, to remain in control of his senses. With some effort he wrested control away, just. 

The last wolf circled him unfazed by the mess its companion made. Flames burned between them. Conner kicked up dirt with his hands to smother the flames then rushed through the dwindling fire. He spat a little ember at the thing and rolled away at the last moment. He jumped back up just in time to watch the beast burst into flame. He spent the next several minutes burring the flames, the work calming his rage. The smell was acrid and burned his nostrils; the smell was however, very distinct, and he could smell it further into the woods. A growl erupted from his throat and his tail lashed behind him. 

Conner walked toward the smell with renewed purpose.