<span style="font-style: italic">"Hunters"... "Beasts" would be a truer name... "Prowlers" would be the truest an most proper of all... You come in the night in packs. Like the rabbid - hungry wolves you are... You claw us out of our homes with knives and swords and you devour our every home and coven into the hellish fangs of your "holy fires". You fools! You blind animals!</span><br/><br/>.........................<br/><br/>The memory faded away from his mind - no, he sent it away on purpose. It couldn't fade... How could it now that he knew? All those Injust deaths he caused... No! He had to stay focused. He<span style="font-weight: bold">needed</span>to. Or else there would be no saving anyone. Not even his own self... Her words were sudden and showed no acceptance. It's okay, he understood. How can you accept a beast after all? Did he even want that? More thoughts again... If this keeps going on there would be no success. He closed his eyes and let the night embrace him. The clean air caressed his face as he breathed it in. He could smell the pine trees and the ancients surrounding his cabin.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Yes young hunter, that's it... Let it inside you. Open your mind and your soul to it. Accept it with all you being. The bloodlust and the tameless insticts of the Eternal Hunter...</span>His father's words ringed strong into him. The "Eternal Hunter". Their god. The Tameless Beast, the Prowler-in-the-Shadows... So many names for their god, so many faces... The god who taught that there are no other laws than Nature's - His Great Mother.<br/><br/>He took a knee. His hands -covered with half-fingered leather gloves- dug into the soil. Wet and soft it was. Like a mother's womb giving birth to new life. He smelled the soil. He felt it in his hands and saw it with his eyes. His prayer sounded divine across the trees and made the leafs shake like they felt content.<br/><br/>"Mother Of All give me your love<br/>Into your arms protect me<br/>Into your eternal watch keep me<br/>Within your breath blessings for me I plead you to whisper.<br/><br/>Eternal Hunter you bloodlust bestow upon me<br/>Your Tameless Instict gift me<br/>Your claws and fangs with me now you share<br/>For today as brothers we hunt<br/>In the same shadows we hide<br/>With your eyes we see in the night<br/>With your ears the pray we seek<br/>With your mouth we taste the blood<br/>With your claws the flesh we shall rip<br/><br/>For today as brothers we hunt..."<br/><br/>He felt it. There is was once more. The "Blessings" as every hunter called them. His senses became better. He could hear the frog croaking in the lake nearby and he could smell the hare hidden in it's hole a few steps away from him. The trees felt like whispering and the light breeze felt like thousand kisses on his face. His hands traced his dagger and longsword. From the tip of their handles to the point his hands could reach...<br/><br/>Eli said that they needed horses. Loud creatures. They make a lot of fuss in the night. Huffing and hooving on the soil with their four heavy legs.<br/><br/>He looked at her. His eyes glimering like a wolf's behind the shade of his cloak. He smiled wildly - his teeth now looked pointy and hungry. But where they truly?<br/><br/>"Horses? Too loud... too dangerous to take with. No hunter takes that risk. We will be heard from miles away young witch. No, we walk the road of shadows. We let the stars guide us. We must keep our feet on the soft soil of Mother. Be patient young witch. We will be there before you know it and we will save your blood. Mother will give us food and water - don't worrry." His voice stroke a diferrent cord. Like it wasn't only Damien talking but something else in him too. Something ancient and mystical. Something provoking and dangerous...<br/><br/>With that said he started walking into the forest...