<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'">Wes kept losing track of how long it had been since he had actually blinked, watching the structure as the sun finally set and the moon shined brightly overhead, light rays stabbing themselves through the treetops to illuminate bits of the forest floor. Even as the sounds of festivity began to fill the air he sat and he waited, the beasts could have their good times, he wasn't here for them, well, at least not yet. No his eyes watched for a bigger fish to enter the pond, continually tapping lightly on the handle of his knife, counting the seconds as they passed. He had waited what seemed like forever, what were a few more minutes more?<br/>
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Finally, he perked himself up in his perch, A Pair of headlights cutting its way through the trees, approaching from the very front. He had to stop himself from shaking, steadying his grip on his bow as he began to slowly crawl himself down from his lookout, leaving the rifle where it lay up above, he'd be back. He knew exactly where he wanted that big fish to swim, and when he did, well he'd have it waiting for him. His eyes never left the vehicle as it finally stopped, the slamming of doors echoing lightly before he saw them, 3 figures, and in the center even from here he could see the flashy suit his prey wore. Finally, he was so close to him, he could almost feel his blood splashing on his face already. And that's when that scream brought it all crashing down. His eyes quickly turning to the structure as the rest of the lookouts turned and looked as well, quickly dropping whatever they held in their hands and running with that unnatural agility.<br/>
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The scream had been heard by the 3 men as well, and they had already turned back around and started the car back up. "<i>No, No No No No Where the FUCK are you going." </i>He quickly notched his bow and fired, too far to get a good shot, cursing that he had left the rifle in his perch, letting the thirst of the kill to come overcoming his common sense. Even in the dark he could see the arrow head flying through the air, the arrowhead catching the light of the bonfire before striking the side door, and the wheels peeled out. "<b><i>NO"</i></b> He quickly notched another arrow and fired, but watched helplessly as the car began to turn and drive back in the direction it had came. Falling to his knees as countless emotions began to overcome him, he was there. Months and months of tireless tracking, finally finding a set location and just like that, in the blink of an eye, he was gone.<br/>
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Wes gritted his teeth in anger, quickly turning his attention back to the structure, the music had stopped blaring and he could hear them, those primal roars. What was this? Some kind of lovers quarrel gone wrong? a power shift at the worst possible time? Millions of thoughts filled The Hunters head and every single one of them was filled with anger, moving quickly as he notched an arrow, firing as the arrow flew through the air and lodged itself into the back of one of their skulls, one of the lookouts that had just made it to the doorway. Another turned, seeing his friend drop like a bag of hammers and unleashed that primal roar as The Hunter was illuminated by the light of the Bonfire, notching and firing as it moved like a blur, the arrow burying itself into the stairway. The Shifter rushing the man as he gripped his bow tightly, wielding it like a bat and smashing it with a fury against his face as he neared, taking an arrow tightly in his grip and jamming it down with a barbarous crunching sound as it broke through the skull.<br/>
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Of course his weapon now ruined he took his blade and another arrow in his hands and quickly rushed his way inside, his eyes perhaps stealing the flames of the fire outside, losing himself in an adrenaline filled rage as he quickly turned and buried the blade deeply into the chest of one that had been waiting just inside the door frame. His eyes quickly followed to the rest of them as they rushed around the corner, unaware of their fallen brothers behind them, pulling the blade from the shifters chest cavity and giving chase. Running into one at full speed without even realizing as he turned the corner, pushing him into the wall and giving a yell of his own as he stabbed the arrow deep into his stomach, shoving him aside for later and rounding another corner and facing the pack, completely unaware of the woman they had pinned and tossing his blade into them at random, sickening sound as it entered their bodies and they turned to face the new intruder. Taking his last arrow in his grip and bracing himself, the whole time that fire never left his eyes. He had come to kill only one man, and now he was gone, and he was going to find out what the hell took away his best chance of spilling his blood. <i>"Which one of you was the screamer?" </i>He spoke in a strange calm, especially for the situation at hand.</span>