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<b><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">Lyden Snow</span></b></span></span></b>​</div><b><span style="font-size: 22px"><span style="font-family: 'Bad Script', 'cursive'"><b><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(184, 49, 47)">Tagging: Moonflower</span></span></b></span></span><br/>
Lyden rapped along to Eminem's rap song Legacy as he worked his fifth bike for the day. He didn't normally take on large workloads on weekends because of the gathering but Shim had appealed to his soft side. Straightening up he reached for a towel on the rack and wiped the grease off his hands. <br/>
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"She's as good as new." He announce proudly after giving it a kick. <br/>
"No kidding, see her softly she purrs" Shim replied happily noting how calm the sound of the bike was. <br/>
"So what's this function you are so in a hurry to meet up?" He inquired, <br/>
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Lyden sighs making for his ride, he was getting tired of his questions. The man had the curiosity of a weevil and the brains of a monkey. A persistent inquisitive old short man with receding hairline and a beard that has begun to show smudges of grey. <br/>
"Told you before Shim, its a family tradition. I can't miss it." Lyden answers as he gets on his bike. He reached for his helmet and fixed it, then pulled out his gloves. <br/>
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"Say for instance you have a wife and kid, and you lived a thousand mile away? and you had a job that..."<br/>
Shim trails off as the sound of Lyden's bike revving off drowns his voice. <br/>
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Right now all he needed was a warm bath, he smelt of grease and dirt. Five minutes on the road, he had taken the expressway that bordered Ravenbane from the east simply cause its was a shorter route from where he worked.  As he made a turn towards Whitehill Lane, it hit him hard he had to hit the brakes. The unmistakable scent of a rogue. It was nearby too, coming from the woods at his side. He stopped his bike at the side of the road and dialed Old Hops, his bar the Howl Hour was at WhiteHill, just down the road. Perhaps a few sentinels were among his patrons. It wasn't in the nature of a wolf to hunt alone. <br/>
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Hop picked up on the second ring. <br/>
"Hop here," he answered in his usual carefree demeanor. <br/>
"We have a little bit of a problem, say is Enzo and the hands there?"<br/>
The line goes silent for some seconds as Hop scanned the bar. <br/>
"Enzo ain't here yet, but two other chaps are. Derrick and Williams." Hop reports back then inquire to what was happening. <br/>
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"I can sense a rogue at the mouth of WhiteHill, shouldn't be of a problem. Send the sentinels, I will text you my exact location. I'll call Enzo." <br/>
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As far as Sentinels go, Enzo was the best for him. Apart from his skills and tactics, he was a master maskman. Need someone to get into a place and back without anyone noticing, send Enzo. His speed was admirable...but on a second thought he decided against calling him. <br/>
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"Two sentinels would do. Its just a lone rogue" he reasoned out. <br/>
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He stood poised with arms crossed staring blankly at the thick patch of trees. For whatever reason the scent had stopped moving. Now will be a good time if they want to catch up. <br/>
A black pickup truck pulls behind him, the guys alight and walk up to him. One held a short gun, another a crossbow. He shook his head and smiled, amateurs they were. <br/>
"You won't be needing that. " he told them so they'd put them away. <br/>
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"Come on, I want it alive." He instructed taking the lead as he ran ahead into the woods. While still running he began his transformation, bones snapping, clothes ripping, he basked in the excruciating pain, tapped into it even to flare up his rage.  Thick white fur covered his back, ear protruding and enlarging. Within seconds his body completed its transformation, and an icy blue eyed wolf jumped over a fallen log, snapping twigs as it lands. The sentinels now transformed still followed behind, they break through the woods with blurry speed as they tracked down the scent. <br/>
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In his wolf form, his senses were most heightened. He knew exactly where it was, could even taste the fear exuding from it on his tongue. He liked it, he relished the hunt as do all predators. And from his inside, the Snow Wolf let out a guttural howl. One that had all birds scamper out of their homes and the animals skid to safety. <br/>
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The sentinels quickly joined in, howling as they draw close to their prey. The howls did two things, one was to instill fear in the prey, the other was to increase the predators morale. They finally break out on the hill and spot it at the bank of the river below. It was weak and badly injured. Lyden could smell the blood from the distance. <br/>
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On approaching they transform back into their human forms. " How did a fucking rogue get so far into the territory?" Lyden blamed the sentinels as he drew closer. <br/>
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He squats to examine her injuries, he lightly tugged her hair back behind her ear so he could see her face properly. He could order her killed, had the right of the hunt to, but for some reason he couldn't yet comprehend he surprised himself with his next words. <br/>
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"Grab her back to the truck. She's not dead." He instructs Derrick then asked Williams to scout around.<br/>
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It was crucial to have her securely shackled, despite her injuries she could still bite given chance. They had taken her to a small cabin deep into the woods. The location wasn't far from the heart of the pack where the feast was being held. <br/>
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Lyden was by the truck, trying to get his cell back on. He needed to call the Alpha, alert him to the situation without disrupting the gathering. But dang his battery was dead. The radiant moon though eased his mood, and the evening breeze swept off the worries of the rogue for a little while. Till her voice breaks through his peace as she fought against her shackles. She had come to. Finally... <br/>
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Lyden walked back into the room just as the sentinels completed their transformation again back to human form. <br/>
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He wasn't one to feel compassion, he wasn't a sweetheart. Her pleas and tears did nothing to faze him. Like a predator he made for her, his eyes burning with hate...she might think it was for her , no it was always there since he lost his parents, and unfortunately rogues like her always got the result. <br/>
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"Tears won't save you, begging won't either." He declared squatting, although he still kept a measurable distance from her reach. "I'm going to ask you once, and your reply better be good else it will be your last.." He established. <br/>
"what are you doing in Ravenbane?"<br/>
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The threat on her life was just a bluff. Only the alpha now can decide that. He had his chance back when they were hunting her. But now that's she is chained and defenseless... It was up to the alpha. </b>