[center][h1][b]Xenelith[/b][/h1][/center]
[b]Time:[/b] Midnight
[b]Location:[/b] Near the River Kingdom
[b]Interaction with:[/b] Nobody
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It was a night like any other for Xenelith. The moonlit up the darkened forest while the stars wove a tapestry in the sky. Faint embers had served their purpose. Two rabbits had served as dinner for the Dark Elf. Now the fire only had to fade. For weeks now he had heard rumors of a resistance here. One with a most dangerous weapon: a DROM. Something that could summon a human. Those disgusting creatures. Xenelith had studied the books about such machines. Now he only had to wait. His own pack sat around him. Their eyes closed as if they were sleeping but with their ears perched. The would know when something happened.

In his hand, the Dark Elf held a piece of parchment. He was promoted to Commander. His own legion was waiting for him at Daka. There were no orders to return so he stayed to finish the job. Sooner or later, the rebels would be stupid enough to use the device. Still, he couldn’t quite believe that he made it as Commander. It was a sign of fate, he decided. From the embers, long shadows streaked across the grassy forest floor. From those shadows, he drew the darkened energy. It crawled over his arm in a familiar feeling. Small tendrils reached out from it. Softly moving in the night's breeze like grass. His powers were growing by the day. He would begin his daily practice, yet something told him to hold off on that for now. He just kept rereading the letter.

Until he could feel the ground quake underneath him. The heap of embers collapsed. Extinguishing the flame completely. His entire pack rose up and looked around. Confused as of why the whole world was suddenly shaking. Xenelith knew though. [b]“Idiots.”[/b] He said to himself. They had actually used it. He rose from his feet and turned to his wolves. With an outstretched arm, he sent them out. Their keen senses would smell the human that came through in an instant. Between the four of them, they would cover a vast area.

Xenelith was preparing Ferra when he could hear the first howl already. Daka wolf howls were something unique. There was a hateful malevolence in them. Some would call it unnatural. Never the less, locals would know that it wasn't a normal wolf's howl. Mourn took flight and Ferra became restless. The wolves caught a trail of something. Perhaps it was human but it could be fairy as well. Never the less, Xenelith quickly crawled into the saddle. The large, black cat moved through the midnight forest with deadly grace. They jumped over a fallen tree. The howls became more frequent now. They echoed across the forest’s canopy. A hungry Relivan and Herivan came running aside Ferra now. Below, Xenelith could see a stream for a moment as they crossed it. The wolves kept pace with the agile cat as they rushed towards their prey. Howls were replaced with wet growls now.