<div style="text-align: center">​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Natalia had partially grown up in a small village, it had been fairly rural and had given her the difficulty of getting used to the twenty-first-century technology once she started to hunt in other countries. Although she was Russian born, her accent was mixed thanks to her moving across a good few countries (in her teens) due to her father's work. Even after all of those years, the she-wolf was still on the move but for a completely different reason; her sire. The beast that had taken her father and many people they loved. Innocent people. Natalia had always fought for people, and she would never stop. Innocent humans in the crossfire were the most unfortunate, and more often than not her reckless behaviour came to light when she was faced with protecting one of those people. Or when she got angry... More often than not, Natalia was unstable with rage; it was one of her weaknesses. <br/>
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On her travels, she'd met a rather strange oddity, another bitten werewolf who seemed to be on the same trail she was. Natalia didn't like to share, even in revenge. It was her mission to bring the bastard to his knees, and she didn't need help doing so. This other werewolf gave her motivation to speed up as much as she could, even if it meant going days without sleep. Most of her dreams were filled with night terrors, so it almost felt as if it made no difference. Unlike her counterpart, Natalia didn't travel with a variety of weapons. The female was trained and able, but over the several years that she'd been a wolf the rage inside of her took over and begged for her favourite type of combat; close quarters. As she'd been a hunter, her senses were honed in combat even when under great stress. Most werewolves could be dispatched easily; especially with her female scent to distract them. <br/>
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The fresh cold air reminded her of morality, even with a great deal of fur protecting her from the harsh winds and violent rain. Natalia had taken to dashing on foot with no gear, no supplies. It was reckless, but she'd been looking for so long. She chose the life of a hunter, to seek out deer and other prey to tear into to satisfy her hunger. It may have been slower than a vehicle capable of higher end speeds, but she could cut through a variety of woods and otherwise difficult areas for people in vehicles. There was something about being out in the wild, tracking scents and feeling the ground crumble beneath her paws as she dashed through it. It fed into one of the most important things to Natalia, and one of her greatest weaknesses, to feel powerful. The she-wolf thrived at the idea of her sire seeing exactly what he'd created, and forcing him to suffer for his fatal mistake.<br/>
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Natalia had been following the scent of her sire, and killing any werewolves she found along the way. It was easy enough to get them to give up any information they had with seemingly minimal torture, which was rather disappointing. What was the use of abusing them for information if they didn't even put up a fight? It was how she'd first found out where her Sire was heading, torture. Once she'd found a direction, she'd soon enough come across glimpses of his scent and was able to track him from there. Not to mention, he also left a trail of human corpses. That asshole was going to pay for what he'd done, there was no doubt about that. All Natalia had to do was make sure she found him before anyone else; he was her kill and if anyone should stand in her way, Natalia was prepared to do what she had to.<br/>
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The she-wolf finally made her way into a stronger scent, which meant he had been in that area not all that long ago, maybe a few days. The she-wolf rose her maw, ears turning to pick up any traces of sound. Along with her inspection of the area, she noticed several decaying corpses that had been buried in shallow graves, lazy assholes. Their laziness was her benefit, and it didn't take long for the wolf to pad through the wet ground toward a hill that seemed to be the hub of scents, ignoring the pestering rainfall that began to decorate her coat with glistening beads of water. With a huff, she continued to sweep the area. Their scents didn't grow stronger, which concerned her. One scent stood out more than most; the man she'd met, Jason. A low growl rumbled from within her; he was already there. <br/>
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With a grunt, the female neared the main entrance. She was confident enough in her assessment that if any of them did remain, the Alpha's scent was too weak for him to have been there the last day. The she-wolf lined herself up perfectly, preparing her hind legs and sank her claws down into the muddy ground before launching into a full sprint, charging at the front door with enough force to break the hinges, allowing her to slide right in with a loud, vicious growl thundering through her being as her gaze immediately snapped to the male with a gun raised. Her ears clamped back to her skull as she allowed a low growl to rumble from her throat as she scanned the room, cautiously. Nothing. It was dusty and incredibly musky in the cabin; there was only the brief hint of movement from the lack of dust in some spots. The kitchenette and living room were joined, the only things that remained were rustic counter tops and an old battered sofa. <br/>
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A loud cracking sound echoed through the room as Natalia summoned her shift. Her muscles tore and reformed around her changing bone structure. The large, grey and white wolf emerged as a slender, curved blonde as naked as the day she'd been born. Scars littered her body, fresh and old. The female cracked her neck slightly before making her way toward Jason, "We're too late, they were last here a day ago max. I suspect they've run out of play things." It had occurred to her that they would need to team up if she hoped to beat him to the kill; if she was closer to him, she could snap up the chance right under his nose. <br/>
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A delicate hand rose up to brush along his gun, her full lips giving a slight pout in thought, "Nice piece." There was a feminine thickness to her accent that was hard to pin-point. "From or chance meetings I'm assuming you were trained, professionally at least." Her gaze swept over him, assessing his posture and his expression. Although being nude bothered her, she didn't allow that to seep through. The last thing she needed to do was show weakness when she was going to angle at a deal. Even if her small pink nubs had tightened in the cool air, giving her ample mounds somewhat of an enhancement. Natalia was bare and toned; there wasn't much hair on her, which seemed amusing as she was a werewolf. The female did believe self-care was important. <br/>
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"Look, G.I. Joe, we're both hunting the same bastard. I say we hunt him together." Her gaze flickered up toward him, crossing her arms under her supple mounds that shifted with the movement. "Two heads are better than one." There was no relenting in her icy gaze; she was sizing him up as much as she would an enemy. "What do you say?" </span>