<span style="font-style: italic">Drip....drip....drip....</span><br/><br/>The soft patter of dripping blood onto the hard ground filled his senses for a moment, the smell of it coming shortly afterward. Overwhelming his smell of sense for a moment, the scent bringing him back to reality for the moment that he had left it. He was now naked, one couldn't keep their clothes very whole when suddenly becoming twice the height and width that you were when wearing them. The blood was on him, as much as it was on the ground, more so really and he was unfazed, a fact of life for him when it got down to it. The owners of the blood lay around him, soaking the ground more from their lifeless corpses as the blood sluggishly leaked from the gaping wounds or missing limbs.<br/><br/>"Fools," he murmured.<br/><br/>It was the first time that he'd had to deal with a stray pack, or a pack from one of the petty little clans coming after him specifically. He had made a name for himself that was for sure, you couldn't get to where he was now and not have a name for yourself in the end. Still it seemed that his name to certain people was that he was nothing more than a politician with a high IQ. An easy target for a group of warriors it seemed to them, and every time they were proven wrong. He didn't understand how some of his more prevalent physical accomplishments were lost, but these were desperate groups, vying for what little control and power they could muster. He didn't give a shit what their reasoning for attacking him was, they dared and he showed no mercy for that.<br/><br/>A gurgle caught his attention and he turned, not noticing the chilled breeze that blew from the lake mere yards away from him. There lay one of the so called assassins meant to end his life, having turned back to his human form in some pain induced motivation. His chest was gouged and bleeding profusely, marks all over his body, and with the exception of a shallow cut on his brow and the blood coughing forth from his lips, his face was almost unharmed. The man glared at him, even as his body began to shut down, his will was still strong. Dyne strode easily over to him as the man tried to speak, only to be broke off by a coughing fit that sent another splatter of blood across his lips as Dyne knelt beside him.<br/><br/>"There....there will be..." another cough, "more of us....it will never stop....traitor...."<br/><br/>Dyne sighed and shook his head, his eyes cold as he looked down at the man, his still warm hand placed on the man's forehead, ignoring the fact that the man tried to pull from the touch. Dyne bent over, trailing his hand gently down the Weres face to his jaw, "I know there will be, it never stops but you know what?" The hand gripped with ferocious strength at his jaw and the slight chill in Dynes eyes went hard and sharp, his jaw locking into place, the overall effect was a terrifying mixture as a strange cold burning energy seemed to invigorate him, "they'll all end the same as you and your pathetic brethren. Worm food."<br/><br/>With a twitch of his wrist and a sudden and brutal brittle sound, the man's neck was snapped cleanly and he made no more threats, no more gurgling or desperate gasps for breath. With that Dyne was instantly reverted to his old cool and calm self as he heard the sounds of others approaching from the direction of the camp. He stood and waited patiently as the group of six towering Garou burst from the foliage, ready to fight, ready to defend their land and their leader. Instead they're met by the sight of their barely harmed leader, really he was fighting six of them, he had his fair share of marks here and there, and the body of the six whom had attacked him. He of course had purposefully led them to attack him, but to him that was a moot point.<br/><br/>He smiled softly, it bordering on a smirk, "welcome lads and lady, nice of you to join me. It's taken care of as you can see, but do me a favor, burn the Garou formed bodies and the humans? Dress them and leave them somewhere in the woods with weapons and illegally obtained pelts for the humans to find."<br/><br/>With that he strode past them into the woods, the moist leaves and grass pushed out of his way as he went. The attacks had petered off lately, that much he knew, but yet this was the largest group to have attacked lately as well. He hadn't gotten the name of the clan or pack group that had sent them, and he supposed that probably could have been important to know. Especially since that group was very well trained as it was, even though it was six of them, for them to land the blows they did, someone knew what they were doing when they trained them. Still they missed vital parts if only by his own reactions and within a couple of days they would be faint marks on his body if he didn't get himself into too much trouble again.<br/><br/>Not that that was anything new in his case, trouble seemed to pop up in his life constantly. Then again he was also very good at solving said trouble when it came down to it, so that fact of life didn't bother him so much.<br/><br/>He had been sunk into thought that he barely noticed emerging into the camp in the woods, humans and wolves walking around together. Of course they weren't just humans or just wolves, but that happened in the strange (to the outside world anyways) that was halfway his home. His other home was a nice little penthouse in the downtown section of Thunder Rock, but for now he was here.<br/><br/>He received a few curious glances, not because he was naked, in a place full of shapeshifters, nakedness was pretty much par for the course. Modesty didn't exist in this place, after awhile you pretty much got used to seeing what everyone around has. What drew their attention was the fact that their leader had obviously been in a fight and they hadn't known about any attack or even a friendly duel. He of course hadn't mentioned the oncoming attack, he had known from his outer scouts that they were coming and dealt with it himself. Garou weren't some petty mortal where their leaders, their presidents and such sat back and let the battles be fought by their soldiers. They were the kings of old, and he rode into battle with his men or without them sometimes. He couldn't deny the thrill of a fight against six enemies, the taste and feel of the battle was too tantalizing for him to ignore.<br/><br/>If some were disgruntled at being left out, then so be it, it was his call to make and he had only a handful of marks to even show the skill of those he fought. One didn't live to be a century old without having learned to fight and fight very well. Plus the genetic marker in his body increased his abilities with each year, as if the older the gene was, the more it was able to pump out whatever mysterious hormones to make him more alert, strong and faster. It was like that with all the long lived ones, but of course no one alive knew his true age, his wandering into Garou society came later in his life and he had never mentioned it to others. He kept what he could to himself and that seemed enough so long as he remained loyal.<br/><br/>As he approached the central hut that was his while he was in the encampment there stood a Garou he knew as one of his scouts, eying him apprehensively and Dyne raised a questioning brow, "yes?"<br/><br/>The other man grunted and jammed a thumb in the direction of the doorway, "you have a guest, the Alpha from the Silver Claws are here."<br/><br/>Dyne snorted as he pushed past into the hut, "well at least I don't have to worry about looking presentable." He pushed aside the curtain and eyed into the room, "you know, it's customary to at least send<span style="font-style: italic">some</span>warning of your approach."