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The Gm had turned around and snarled deeply seeing she was following him around getting closer till she fell over. A huff escaped his nose as he glared at her sharply and narrowed his eyes in warning Now stop following me he said sharply in her head in a grave warning fang bared one last time and snapped at her to get the point across before turning and walking the other way back for the road.

As he got back onto the road he shook himself off and proceeded to follow down the path which after a few miles of walking he seemed to stumble across an old farmhouse. A family used to live there, but the people there had died years ago. He jumped the fence and trotted through the deshovled pathway covered in thorns and rocks and came to a large tree where tombstones were.

He sat down and stared at the stones and stared at the faded away lettering on the stones and placed his head on the tombstone and closed his eyes and laid down and seemed to just whine looking at the words on it. His eyes snapped open hearing something rustling as he got up and snarled deeply fangs bared at the ready and seeing the young woman came tumbling out of the thorn bushes his eyes widen more in shock she even stay following him.

ARE YOU DUMB?! He snapped angrily at her fur brsitled angrily seeming to hide the stones brehind him his eyes glowing with rage.
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He looked at her and sniffed the air slightly and shook his head sharply at the yelling in his head, the voices of kill and slaughter. He looked at her and shook his head "the difference is you are free" he said slowly his eyes narrowed slowly "Not a pet" he said slowly looking around slowly before his frame shifted into the massive black shaggy looking monstrous wolf as he walked right past her, his tail flicked and patted her on the back of the head. Seeming to praise her for surviving as long as she had before trotting away down the road slowly, his eyes scanning around and sniffing around the roads and grass.

Picking up an old scent from passing by Gm he grumbled annoyed, they always fought for the most kills. Alexander was one of the stars of the program. He hears her behind him and looked behind him and seeing her just watching him and glared at her. He snorted and rolled his eyes once again and looked down the long road and growled lowly, if he was lucky he could make it to the house before nightfall and rest in peace.

Without much of care for what she was doing, the large black GM trotted down the pebble road and to the larger farmlands outside of the town. His eyes scanning around as his ears perked and smelled a deer and looked around slightly and decided to find a snack before he headed to his home to rest before the hunt began. His frame disappeared into the forest, most would belive it be hard for a GM to hunt anything but wolves, but they still were that...wolves in their genetics. His eyes scanning and saw the deer herd and watching them and frowned seeing it was a mother and few younglings and growled lowly and sighed gently.

Guess he would be going hungry till he found a male stag or something better. He loved fish if he could find a stream or river he would go fishing. He was an Odd Gm, most GM would eat or rip apart werewolves and humans alike that shelter werewolves. But this GM not only left her alone but also didn't attack the deer. His high kill drive was there but he had a reason for leaving certain things alone, he learned the hard way......why some never deserve to die.
@BeautifulSnow



She will klearn this GM has a great respect for the dead and those he has killed.
@BeautifulSnow He will eventually explain why he is a defect and why he seeks out certain wolves or packs to hunt and why he never attacks or kills during the day. He will and can shift during the day, but he never will attack at the day time.

I posted, a little about the program and also a little of the first hunt he did that was the same night her family died.
The program of the Science wolves where very tormenting and dangerous. Often kids have been ripped away from their parents, the government makes sure they have healthy genes. The kids are then pretty much made braindead before the government injected a Werewolf gene into them creating a monster of a creature. The program had started when werewolves populations had skyrocketed and out of control, the government was fearful of wolves taking over so they created hunting dogs is what they called them. These mutated humans were made ultra-aggressive and hostile to any werewolf scent, trained and even some wolves were captured and used as first targets for the young pups.

As they got older the Alpha as they called him made sure everyone was ready to be sent out often finding any weakness at all and slaughtering them before they even got a chance to react. Alexander was a lucky one that survived all of it and had been sent out to hunt many years ago and often traveled with another wolf with him and the hunter as well. They had crossed paths with a pack when he was younger, the hunter started to fire, and Alexander and the other wolf took aim at any wolf daring to fight. His jaws snapped necks and claws tore into flesh with ease, it was a horrifying first hunt but his aim was caught off as he smelled wolves escaping.

Giving chase he had almost caught up with a younger female, a snarl escaping his jaws till he hears whines as his ears perked, seeing pups cowering behind her. His dark and dangerous eyes stared at her for a brief moment but slowly backed away giving her a look of run or its over. Only when the other GM went after her did his blood rage really show as he attacked and slaughtered his own companion and made sure she and the pups got away. The hunter punished him severely for his morals still there and was reprogrammed and released back to hunt.

It had been years since that terrible night, but his slaughter-fest was never over, his jaws and claws saw the death of fifty wolves every year. It was the number that would keep him alive, and out of the Alpha's jaws. His human form walked through a town that was deserted as many wolves feared and knew when hunting season began. He was a defect from many other GM that killed mindlessly, he still held onto a shred of morals, just something to make him feel less of a monster though he was aware of the lives he took.

His eyes caught sight of the female and looked at her, the same dark eyes that looked at her all those many years ago. His head tilted slightly looking at her slightly and smirked amused "You're not the prey in question, unfortunately. A word from you holds no say in what is around and not around. I will do as I please, stay out of my way and you don't get hurt" he said lowly in a dangerous tone, ready for a fight if needed but he wasn't seeking a fight not yet anyway. She smelled like a werewolf and his intent was to kill but as it was the afternoon he never attacked during the day.

"Besides shouldn't you be hiding anyway? You know we kill your breed" he said GM never spoke they only attacked and killed. To find one that spoke and let alone didn't attack without even a reason was near impossible to see these days. But he wasn't interested in a fight, many wolves also attacked GM and he didn't blame them. His long blade hair covered his face mostly but his eyes the same dark void that stared at her those many years ago.
@BeautifulSnow He will find her a strange one, but not a worthy target to him.
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Hes normally on the move contantly since he is hunter looking for wolves and other things.
@BeautifulSnow Only saving grace she has is that he remembers her, if that hadn't happened she would be as lucky.

Well since your so excited you can do the first post.
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