<strong>Dethean - In the wilderness... Dark Woods.</strong><br/><br/>A gangly youth picked his way through the woods finding it slow going through the roots and branches which obstructed his way. Remembering his lessons he reached down deep within himself, to the primal core in which the part of him that was wolf dwelt. Finding the power there, he allowed it to flow into his eyes which shimmered and flashed gold. His eyes, transformed into those of a wolf, looked out at a world now bathed in light. In heavy contrast the fragile light of the moon pooled upon the ground like a liquid nestled amidst the darkness.<br/><br/>His footing much surer now he made his way through the trees. Rumour had guided him here, to a forest where it is said that a hunter saw a woman amidst a pack of wolves. It was far from a certain lead, but Dethean had followed shakier trails before. He did not know this women and could not trace her scent upon the wind, yet he knew wolves and was sure that he could find them near fresh drinking water. A sniff of the air revealed a clean brook up ahead, yet it was miles away and this forest was too heavy for easy travel in this form.<br/><br/>He quickly stripped, shuddering as the cold night air carressed his skin. He carefully hid his clothes within the bole of a distinctive tree. He crouched down low to the ground, then in an instant there was no longer a man there but instead a grey wolf. He loped through the woods, in this form he could pick his way through the nighttime forest at a sprint, more importantly now he felt warm again.<br/><br/>In the distance he heard a sound, beautiful as it was unexpected. The faint soft sound of music, that grew steadily louder as he approached.