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Werewolves are Endangered?

Finally posted, I will say this though. I am sorry if its not my best post, it will be better in the future.

Werewolves are Endangered?

Garret held his position, the cold breeze hardly registering through his clothing. The roof had been the right choice in terms of places to observe the wolves, he did not appear to have been noticed, and from the vantage point he had observed the comings of the pack that night. It seemed to be the normal number of wolves for this pack and a couple humans, that he would have to keep an eye out for as the night got underway, but in all honesty it was nothing really new for a pre-full moon, so he allowed himself to relax slightly, but not enough to compromise himself as he watched. As he waited a wolf came out of the tavern, and seemed to smell the night air, this caused Garret to once more tense and slowly move his left hand towards his bow, but then something odd happened. The wolf collapsed. Garret stopped as he watched, this was odd, and would be an easy kill. Too easy. He waited for the inevitable, surly the wolf would move, get tired of it's simple trick, or its comrade would, so he would wait. Sure enough not that long later another wolf exited the bar, but oddly enough seemed surprised by the status of the other one. Garret squinted "What game are they playing at?" he wondered to himself as he watched.

He kept his hand near his bow but did not move, his eyes fixed on the two. But for all his attention he was taken by surprise by the small child that quickly entered into the picture. She seemed lost, and ran up to the still continuous wolf with little problem, as if she knew something about the tavern, or the wolf. Garret set his jaw, this was going to be an interesting night indeed.

Werewolves are Endangered?

post should be up tonight or tomorrow night

Elementals: Void Assault

post should be up tonight or tomorrow night

Elementals: Void Assault

Gilfred stumbled a bit, he was disoriented and, though he hated to admit it, he was lost. Things had been going at least semi decently up until this point. They had had a solid escape plan, they had executed it, and then he got a couple eyes full of steam, turned around and lost among the stacks. He looked back down the aisle he had just come down, he could hear their boot falls following him, getting steadily closer. Reaching out the directionaly confused metal elemental began to pour his influence into one of the smaller stacking frames, and as one of the solders came around the corner he was met with the frame, and most of its contents sliding across the floor, slamming him into the other stack. Gilfred almost doubled over, the exertion needed to move something that heavy even a short distance had hit him, though it was beginning to fade he made the promise to start practicing on heavier objects.

"Gilfred!? GILFRED!?"

Gilfred's ears perked up as he heard his name being called "Over here!" he shouted back as he begain moving as quickly as he could towards his brother's voice. But as he moved the boot falls became louder.

Werewolves are Endangered?

The last rays of sunset filtered through the blinds of the three room, third story apartment, painting the back of the main living space a rose red and illuminating the figure within it. Garret sat at a low table, various arrows laid out in-front of him, alongside sharpening instruments and a tool that helped fill the bodkins. Currently his attention was focused on the broadhead in his hands, he rotated it slowly as he drew the old whetstone along the head, making sure the arrow head had a razors edge. Setting down the whetstone, Garret felt each of the three edges of the broad head, and finally satisfied with his work on the arrow set it down with a slight sigh. Tonight was going to be a big night, even for the hunter, full moons always were. Even though they were generally good about keeping a low profile and keeping to the areas outside the city, tonight was their time to cut loose, a monthly celebration or some other such idea, and as such it was the night they got sloppy. Whether it was a new born Omega attacking a human pedestrian, or the unwilling turnings that had been occurring, tonight was when the most breaches of the peace tended to happen, thus freeing Garret from the constraints of the old code to act.

Standing Garret made his way to his small bedroom, and the side of his bed. Reaching under he felt the bottom of the bed till he felt a slmall seam. Pressing up he heard a faint click as a large box fell unto the floor. Gripping it tightly Garret pulled out the box and set it on his bed, opening it after he did so. Inside was a set of leather armor, which he dawned carefully, his cloak, which his slung over his shoulders, his bow, quiver and knives. But at the bottom of the box was the gauntlet. Reaching in with his right hand Garret lifted the tool and slid his ruined hand into the socket of it. Hie felt his fingers curl and tighten around the trigger mechanism for the thing, he toyed with it a bit as he secured the gauntlet's straps. Striding out to the living room Garret gathered his arrows and slid them into his quiver, attaching his bow to it as he did so.

Moving to his balcony door and simply looked out of the glass of a small while, mentally preparing himself for whatever lies ahead. Taking a deep breath he opened the door, a cool breeze rushing in, playing with the loose ends of the cloak. Involuntarily shivering Garret stepped out, closing the door behind him and proceeded to the railing. Triggering his gauntlet, the mouths of the snarling figures snapped open and Garret swung himself on top of the railing, latching on to the low roof with his left hand tool. Feeling the metal teeth bite into the roof, he pulled himself up, resetting the gauntlet after he did so. Garret took a deep smell, even he could smell the bay as it's scent was carried by the breeze "This might work to my advantage in the hunt. he thought to himself as he set out across San Francisco. He would try to stay on the roofs but whenever a roof was too slanted, or too far away to jump to, he would willingly slide or climb down to prowl the alleyways, avoiding main roads whenever possible. Finally he arrived at the roof of the building across the street from the tavern. Unhooking his main weapon Garret extended his bow and selected his arrow. A simple broadhead, nothing fancy. After this was all said and done, Garret looked down at the tavern, at simply began to wait, the breeze masking his sent.

Elementals: Void Assault

post up soon

Werewolves are Endangered?

Alright Garret is pretty much done, I might add some more stuff later

Werewolves are Endangered?

Gerret Terakk (WIP: Will be done ASAP)

Name: Gerret Terakk

Age: 36

Appearance (When not on hunt): Garret stands around 6'0'' to 6'2'', with a lean, muscular build. His dark brown hair is a short length, coming about an inch to two inches in length, but is well kept. His light complexion is contrasted by his steel grey eyes, which have a tendency to dart and flit from person to person, from corner to corner, as if he was perpetually looking for something. Pale scars trace their way across a good portion of his body, some small (like the one that begins at his left nostril to end at his chin), some large (like the short one on the left of his neck, the ones on his left arm, and most of his torso), but none can match his left hand. A good portion of the hand is missing leaving the index, middle, and half of the ring finger. This is usually covered with a bandage or glove, sometimes it is accompanied by a sling if he wants to avoid questions. His clothing is nothing to get excited over, loose fit jeans, comfortable shoes, simple shirts, and a grey zip up hooded sweatshirt under a thicker black jacket (both of which are usually unzipped). Finally a slight beard has begun to grow in, whether it is a response to cold weather or simply he doesn't care enough to shave it has yet to be decided (even by himself)

Appearance (When on hunt): Clothed in a dark, hooded cloak, half facemask and dark leather armor, Garret certainly looks the part of a hunter of old. He carries with him a black, collapsible, high power recurve bow, multiple silver hunting knives and a silver Karambit. His quiver is attached to the small of his back, in an easy draw position. Within it are contained two types of arrow, the first of which are your standard silvered broadhead arrows with a dark wood shaft, and the second kind, of which only a maximum of five are in the quiver at a time, they are a silvered hollow bodkin tip filled with a potent extract of Wolfs-bane and a dark wood shaft. His left hand is covered in a special silver gauntlet like device that has the appearance of a snarling wolf head. The device beings a couple inches behind his wrist and goes to where his ring finger's middle joint should be, and never rises more than inch in thickness. The mouth of the snarling head can open and close , allowing him to grip things (like his bow or branches) with it, when the mouth is open it also makes and effective hand to hand weapon.

Human, werewolf, or hunter?: Hunter

If hunter: Born into it.
To say that Garret's family has been hunters a long time is an understatement, they have been hunting for near as far back as their family records go. His family has also been considered firebrands for many years by the hunter communities at large, due to their insistence to keep to the old hunting methods and old hunting Philosophies. But as much as they are firebrands, none can question their effectiveness. Since he was a small child Garret has also been trained in how to kill, stalk, track, and fight. All in the old ways like his predecessors. This is also how his received his armor and weapons, all faithful (and updated) copies of the old hunter's equipment. Some whispers among the hunters speculate this is due to Lycan blood far back in the Terakk family, though none would ever openly speak to the family on this.

Background: Born into the Terakk family, Garret's future was already fated to be awash with blood. It is said that children of the Terakk only have a few years of innocence, from the moment they are born to the moment they can grip a knife and hold a bow, and for the new of the Terakk this has never been more true. As he was taught his knack for the hunt became apparent, he was efficient and effective. It was this effectiveness and his adherence to the old code that earned him the moniker of "The reluctant executioner" from the other hunters, this nickname becoming known even to the Lycans that he hunted.

But names cannot protect a man from the claws and teeth of wolves.

No-one truly knows how he got his hand mangled, some speculate it was a hunt gone wrong, others that it was a fair fight, some even speculate it was for a different reason entirely. Wherever the truth, Garret has learned to live with his hand, turning it into a strength over a draw back.

Elementals: Void Assault

Ok I didnt get as much time as I thought to work on my post (new job and all that) so I might have to push my post to tomorrow. I offer a very sincere and heartfelt apology