A young werecat ran threw the woods, followed by a great number of warg's, and behind them a even greater number of men on horses. The were had just been minding his own business, when the warg's had suddenly jumped him, his only saving grace being his superior speed, but that was quickly failing him. He was desperately panting for air and could feel his muscles fail him. Suddenly, one of the wargs bit down on his back hip, falling to the ground with a yelp of pain, the wargs were soon on him, ripping him apart between their horrid fangs. Gallen snarled seeing the wargs fighting over the remains of their pray. His crusade had ended long ago, now merely reduced to cleanup duty. "Bah, pathetic... I could do this on my own, with the same result." He growled at a nearby soldier. "Its been almost a year sense we last found two of these in the same place."<br/><br/>"<em>If it bothers you so, no ones stopping you from leaving.</em>" A dark voice echoed behind them. "And let you have all the fun, once you find their little hiding hole!?" Gallen answered, surprisingly calm about the huge black shape, which seemed spread fear into everyone else around them. "You just want me out of your hair, don't ya?" He said mockingly, making the sounding soldiers back away from the two. Why the hell did the beast always have to taunt, Azunai? They thought, knowing that they'd get the worst of it. Azunai growled menacingly, clenching his hand around his massive claymore. Letting out a deep groan, he turned around and made his way back to the camp. "Oye, whats the matter, Azunai!? Thought you'd finally grown some ball there!" Gallen shouted mockingly. Turning around to face Gallen, the demonic runes on his armor shun with a red light. "<em>Pardoned or not, know that I will kill you, if you do not shut up!</em>" Azunai's dark voice boomed threw the forest, as many men, lost control of their horses for a moment, throwing off some of their riders, before they could be calmed. The light faded, and Azunai made his way back to camp. Gallen laughed softly, it always amused him to pick on, Azunai, knowing he'd not act due to the kings orders. The two were always at each others throats. seemed to be the only thing that kept time moving. For everyone was growing ever more frustrated with their task. A entire army, sent to search the entire land, for one or, if lucky two were animals. It did not aid moral that their second in command himself was a werecat, put there under the kings blessing. How such a foul, despicable beast could have earned the kings blessing, no one knew.