Faylyn sped through the forest; her hind legs pushing hard against the soil below her feet, her claws kicking up dirt, throwing it behind her as she pushed forward. She watched the small human flailing its arms ahead of her, slightly screaming as he made an effort to get away; too scared to be louder. She drew nearer, the effort small, before she took hold of his ankle, pulling him off balance with one swoop and onto the hard ground below. She stood still, over him, still on all fours as she listened to him cry, his face conforming in frightfulness. She pushed her paw onto his fragile human chest; her white fur a brilliant contrast against the man's clothes. She curled her lips up, revealing her porcelain white teeth growling at him. She perked her ears; the presence of her partner behind her obvious. He stood in front of her, watching; his dark brown coat matching the trees around them.<span style="font-style: italic">And now the worst part.</span>She thought before she plunged her teeth into the arm of the human, his screams enveloping the forest. She watched his body slack, his voice quiet as he passed out. She stepped away from him, small drops of blood dripping from her snout. She looked up at her fellow lycan, making eye contact. She nodded at him, reminding him of his significance in the operation; his newly turned self leaving him with tiresome tasks as watching the human for his werewolf change. She growled at him slightly, owning her high standard before taking off; making her way towards the edge of the forest.<br/><br/>As she ran the trees started to dwindle; the forest no longer thick with bark and brush. She slowed down to a stop and stood up, smelling the air around her. The scent of her bag was strong and she approached it in a few small strides hidden in a hollow. She began changing, her bulky form replaced with her dainty human body. She shivered slightly, her naked body cold without the fur protecting her. She stood on her toes, the dirt soft against her feet as she grabbed her bag. She moved her hands through it and pulled out the clothes she needed. She pulled on red striped stockings, throwing on her shoes after to keep clean. She put on a light dress; the colors dull against her white wispy hair. A corset hugged her small waist and gloves enclosed over her hands. She set a hat on her head and pushed her bangs out of her face before making her way into London.<br/><br/>The streets were light with people; the majority of them going about their days and talking amoungst each other. The sun shown, though offered small warmth, a light breeze pushed its way through the buildings and she was thankful for her long sleeves. The sidewalk was clean, her heels sounding as horse hooves as she walked. She looked forward and sneezed suddenly, her eyes closing and she felt the body of another. She opened her eyes, realizing her mistake; bumping into the two men that were previously ahead of her. She looked up, noticing the first man for the first time. His hair was a shaggy black contrasted against the red of his uniform, his eyes a dull brown, a smiling slightly dancing on his lips, "Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes. Are you alright?" He asked, holding his hand out, she took hold of it, shaking, "Nigel Cornwall." She smiled, "Faylyn. Nice to meet you." Her accent was light against his as she spoke. She let go of his hand as he continued, flirting, "Well look at that white hair on ya. I've never...." She heard a slight cough erupt from the man next to them and she focused on him. His eyebrow was raised as she made eye contact. His face was held stern, though not angry and she smiled as she took in his attractive appearance. She heard Nigel's voice disappear as he noticed her stop paying attention and she turned back towards him, "I was like this at birth....something with my lack of pigments" She shrugged. The conversation offered a small silence before she spoke, "So werewolf hunters?" She questioned, motioning to their uniforms. Nigel began speaking, obviously wanting to explain, though he was cut off by the second man, "Yes, but we can't discuss it" She was surprised by his action in the matter and enjoyed his small hostility. The small conversation presented itself as over and she smiled one last time before the men bid her a farewell and she went on her way.<br/><br/>She made her way through the depths of London; going through streets and later alleyways before making it to an abandoned building. She made her way through, the route easy after the many times she made the trek. She disappeared inside a tunnel and walked through the depths before approaching a large area. The screams started suddenly, the howls and the growls followed suit as she passed by the werewolves; the ones they held captive in the depths underneath their estate. She payed them no mind, ignoring their pain and anguish and she took the steps upstairs. She pulled herself out from the basement and began walking down a hallway, the sound of her steps echoing against the walls. A large area neared and she was greeted by few lycanthropes, as they gathered inside the main den; a grand hall. The numbers grew larger as she waited, the talking amoungst them becoming louder as the time passed. They were all soon greeted by a lycan, Gideon Maestas, one of great power that quieted everyone as he entered. 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