Spybuster

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Glancing around the tree, the hunter felt a stare colder than the snow around him. There was little doubt that the people and the wolves he watched in the clearing were in fact werewolves. The sight was just too unusual for it to be anything normal. William felt that the large man knew he was there, and he didn't see a reason as to why he should remain hidden anymore. He was never one for waiting in the shadows anyway. William pushed himself back up again, chains rattling once more against his shield.

The hunter stepped around the tree and stared back at Markus, with an almost smug look on his face. After all, he did have the amusing pleasure of watching the man launch himself off the building. William took several steps forward, now standing out in the clearing before coming to a halt. With his hands at his sides, he continued to scrutinize the large man before him. The other wolves seemed to lower their heads around him, so he clearly was high up in the hierarchy, perhaps even the Ulfric too.

The hunter bowed his head respectfully to the man before him. Although part beast, William felt it polite to acknowledge the power he held still. He admired a good leader, even if it was one he still might have to potentially kill.

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William could tell the locals were interesting people. Seeing a man sprint off the roof of the cabin caused the hunter to raise a brow at the unusual sight. "Ten points.." William sarcastically thought to himself as the man jumped off the roof. He knew something was going on, but he couldn't see it from his position. This prompted the hunter to stand up, snow crunching under his boots, and chains to chink against one another.

He began to move along the edge of the forest, keeping an eye on the house at all times. William spent his time wondering what had prompted a man to dash off their own roof like that. Maybe it wasn't his house and he was caught trespassing, or sleeping with someone's lover. That could explain the gunshots, but those were a while ago. No matter the reasons, he witnessed a shirtless man run like a bat out of hell over the house.

Eventually, he saw the man and a wolf in the clearing. William knelt down beside a tree, taking in the sight. The man had looked as if he was ready to shoot the wolf, yet the wolf displayed unusual behaviors towards the man. Something didn't feel right here. Men don't jump off buildings to shoot wolves, and they also wear a little more clothes in the snow..

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Yep, we are. Welcome aboard the USS Wolfpack. I hope you enjoy your trip good sir.

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The forest felt calm. The snow, although heavy, was only slowing him slightly as he pushed on through the woodlands. It was nice being away from society. He could be who he was, and not have to dodge around questions or make up lies and excuses. William was a free soul out here. The wild however was no place for common man though, and something he'd come to learn very fast as a young hunter. Man was not always the top predator, and that was especially apparent when were-creatures were involved. They had the wits of a human, with the instincts of a beast combined together. For some, they were even more beast than man..

William came to a stop, and leaned against a tree. A short rest was in order for the hunter who had been hiking for quite sometime now. He reached into his coat, and pulled out a small metal flask. Removing the cap, he poured its contents into his mouth, feeling the burn of whiskey as it went down his throat. With a sigh, he slid his flask into his coat and continued onward. It wasn't long however before he came to another halt. Beside his foot, there appeared to be indentations in the snow. The hunter knelt down beside them, giving them a closer look. They were tracks alright, but not just any tracks. Wolf tracks. The hunter grumbled, looking up from the prints, and examining his surroundings further. It was possible they could just be from wolves, but years of hunting were beasts had made him wary of doubting his worst expectations.

The hunter marched onward, following the path these wolf tracks had left for him. Cautiously he scanned his surroundings, and kept a hand on one of his holstered revolvers just in case. He crept through the woods, although not that silently. The chain from his shield still rattled with each move he made, his feet crunching with every step through the snow. Eventually he came to a clearing, stopping right at the edge of the woods, where he saw a house. He couldn't see much from his side of the house, but the tracks had lead him there. He knelt down with a grunt and began to watch the structure.

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I can confirm that the chatroom is filled with educational and highly intellectual conversations which make one question reality and their physical purpose within our ethereal realm of existence, and our place among the stars and our universe.

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Alright guys, i'm glad the ball has started rolling, and here's to hoping it keeps on rollin'!

For now i'm going to grab some shut eye. See ya folks tomorrow.

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Two loud cracks rang out through the woods. William came to a sudden halt, listening, trying to locate the source of the sounds. "Gun shots.." he thought to himself. He assumed it could be from a hunter, who'd been stalking his prey for quite some time and finally had the chance to bag their animal. If that was the case, William had a lot of respect for the hunter who was willing to trudge through the snow for the spirit of the hunt. Still, he wandered the woods without much reason other than curiosity.

The gunshots had caught his attention, and he wanted to investigate, but it would be rude to go looking for someone who is busy partaking in the sport. Rather than head directly in the direction of the sound, he decided to wander in the general direction where he thinks the shots rang out from. William didn't care where he ended up, he was enjoying himself out here. Taking in a deep breath of fresh air he hiked on through the snow, humming a country tune to himself, unaware of the presence of werewolves still in the area.

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@The Muse of Eru Hmm.. well I generally use skype for these things but that's just me, and i'm sure there is something better, but i'll throw in my two cents on the matter.

EDIT: Not sure if this forums private chat works for multiple people, I wouldn't know but it looks like it should be able to

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@The Emperors Blade Now those are the true benefits of being a werewolf..

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William jolted awake from his sleep, breathing heavily, in his motel room. It was that same terrible damned dream that plagued his rest every few nights. With a groan, the man checked his watch, noting that it was 7:06 PM in the world outside his motel room. "Damn.." William thought to himself. "I've been asleep for almost the whole day." For the vagrant hunter, it had been quite a while for him since he last slept in a bed. It felt like a luxury these days.

With another groan, he propped himself up on his bed, staring at his own reflection in the television screen. The hunter frowned, it was obvious that he'd been on the road for quite sometime. His face looked poorly groomed, his facial hair had grown to be very bushy and untrimmed. Disappointed in his appearance, he grabbed the remote and pressed the power button. The room lit up with an array of colors as the television came to life, the sound of a news reporter trailing on about the weather and recent events began to come from the device. All these details the man spoke were once of interest to William, but now they all felt like they were a thousand miles away from his current reality.

For a while longer, he stared blankly at the television screen before deciding he should get up and look around. It was someplace new for the vagrant hunter, and on his way into the town, he admired the snowy woodlands that surrounded him. Having put on his holsters with his revolvers, he reached for his warm, leather duster coat and slid it over his body. He glanced over at his round shield and gave a grin at the marvelous tool. The heavy steel shield had a finely painted image of the head of a decapitated werewolf, a symbol of his family's pride in werewolf hunting. It had protected his father and him for as long as he could remember. He knelt down beside his shield, attaching the mechanism to his left arm, and placing the shield over his back. A chain connected the device to the shield, and it dangled along his arm up to his shoulder where it met the shield. The hunter reached for his hat before leaving, and opened the door to the cold winter winds that met him outside.

William always enjoyed the outdoors, even when the weather was against him. He wandered along the roads on the edge of town, taking in his surroundings, and not before long did he find himself at a trail leading off into the wilderness. The hunter felt a hike through the snowy woods would make for a good exercise, and he proceeded down the path with his hands in his pockets. He was unsure of what the woods around Odessa housed, but he felt confident that the local wildlife were probably not much of a threat.