Losing control never felt so good. Blood splattered across black fur until the wolf was well covered. This was no ordinary wolf. Dax Rebaut is that wolf. His powerful jaws broke the bones and tore through the flesh of the deer that he stood over. Although it was not human meat, something he enjoyed the most, the deer's body provided for him nonetheless. With a full moon hovering low in the sky, Dax knew that the night was young. There were hours to spend roaming the lands of Virginia. There in the thick forests nestled amongst mountains, Dax knew that he could find more than just deer. Unfortunately, he knew that he must search the backwoods for the few humans that called this area home.<br/><br/>After getting is fill, Dax left the mutilated carcass behind. Soon after he came to a stream. Stepping inside the cool rushing water, Dax began to drink. Lifting his head from time to time as the forest made noises, Dax hadn't a clue what he wanted  to do next. Would he find a home soon so that he could ravage it's inhabitants? Perhaps he would. Of course he felt a higher calling. This world he'd lived in was vast and after living for nearly four hundred years, he was growing quite bored. He was lonely and he wanted to change that.<br/><br/>There in the stream Dax let out a wonderfully loud howl, calling to the wolves that may be roaming the land. He would be pleased to find a single wolf, and even more so he would be delighted to find a werewolf. A moment after his howl, Dax glanced to a series of bushes where he spotted a wolf. By it's scent, Dax knew the wolf was merely a wolf. The wolf did not approach, instinctively knowing that this black wolf in the stream was no ordinary wolf. Soon the animal retreated, disappearing into the night, leaving Dax once again alone.