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</div><br/><br/>The city was flushed with the white noise of traffic and city slicker chit-chat, as the lazy sun began to slip lower down the sides of sky-scrapers. Windows bounced beams of copper and vivid oranges into the streets, followed by a cotton candy skyline. The outskirts of town had a fantastic view of the city, especially whilst perched on the roof of a factory warehouse.<br/>The meeting point.<br/>It was obscure, hard to track because there were a thousand locations just like it on the outskirts, and nearly impossible for anything to sneak by with the view.<br/>Sparkling gemstone eyes watched the city, catching the colours of the sunset as they brushed over the tops of buildings and other warehouse tops. The sound of metal on metal rang out like the crystalline chime of a bell, with a threatening egde.<br/>“It’s almost time to go, you ready Kid?” A gruff voice called.<br/>The gemstones turned slowly, and a nod of a fair blonde head looked back. “Just waiting on your call, Bean.” The feminine voice was soft, yet monotonous.<br/>The nicknames were the only light note. Faces all around were set like concrete, jaws hard and muscles tensed.<br/><br/>Bean. A big man, well past the age of forty, with red hair sprouting out of every available patch of skin except for his inevitably even more reddish cheeks. His real name was never mentioned, none of them were. He was the second in command to the group’s leader, Pepper. Pepper was a tall, thin little wire of a man, his sinewy muscles displayed through thin pale skin - A nearly comical opposite of his second hand man. Pepper was the leader of them all, ageless yet somehow still spry and strong. There was no telling his age, as his hair had always been white as long as any of them had known him. The others all waited with baited breath for the order to move, as that night they were on the hunt for their biggest prize.<br/>The Obsidian Wolf.<br/>A tale of legends, hardly any survivors and all the stories differed. But some things always stayed the same. It was big, and it was a terror.<br/>“Alright, get your shit together. I want this done by morning, no excuses.” The group’s leader began to walk slowly in a circle, gazing at each and every one of his hunters. “Use your skills. Keep a clean head. Hone in on your keen senses, and trust your brothers and sisters. We will look after each other, but if you fuck up, you’re dead. Got it, Kid?” Pepper’s gaze finally landed on the last member, as he looked directly to the blonde, who hid her face in the cowl of her cloak with a sharp scowl. Kid was the youngest of the Hunters, somewhere in her twenties, still considered fresh to the world of werewolf hunting. But that didn’t change that she was one of the most accurate marksmen with a thrown blade. She had to earn her keep, and she was planning on doing it tonight.<br/><br/>~<br/><br/>The woods were silent, not even the quick footsteps of the approaching guild of werewolf hunters could be heard, as the soft padding slipped by swiftly through the trees. There were eight of them in total. All skilled in their crafts, and loyal to their guild. The best of the best happened to be amongst these hunters.<br/>Kid was just a nickname, but it was the only name the others knew her by. A form of protection, in case one of them became a traitor to the cause. Knives were her specialty, however her speed would only be matched by their leader.<br/>As they slowed, the group approached the scene of a gruesome battle. Hair and blood, and possibly bits of flesh and bone coated a clearing. It was dried, as the sun had now set. The hunters had keen night vision, and Pepper’s narrowed eyes darted up after examining the scene.<br/>“This is it.” He hissed.<br/>Kid’s ears perked, her scarred eyebrow raising as she glanced around the scene once more. The light of the mood illuminated the clearing, casting everything into a scale of black and white. Massive black pools of dried blood coated the area, along with the pattern of a clear drag…the body of the loser being dragged off into the woods by the victor.<br/><br/>Bean spoke up, “Sir, the beast has the advantage. We should camp.” His large frame seemed wary. Kid’s petite figure began to climb a tree. She listened to the others quietly discuss their options as she played lookout. The moon was large and bathing them in milky light, making them targets…she immediately questioned the plan of their leader. Daylight would have left them just as exposed, but something seemed eerie about this night. Something seemed wrong, as if dreadful horrors were approaching…<br/>She shook this feeling off without voicing it, as her youth might play a role in how the others might treat her. She didn’t want to be the first one to call it off.<br/>Her ears perked at the decision below to camp, however a few hundred yards away from the scene of the attack. Kid’s heart began to beat loudly in her ears as adrenaline pumped. They had been traveling now into the darkness for hours, and camp felt like a death sentence. But she would agree, and go with her team of hunters to their camp, at least for a few hours until the morning dawn.