<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/04ctGbs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rend<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amelia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Abandoned House<br/><br/><strong>Skill:</strong>10/10<br/><strong>Stamina:</strong>15/15<br/><strong>Luck:</strong>10/11<br/><strong>Captured Maidens:</strong>0<br/><hr/><br/>Darkstone Forest kept him well hidden as he hunted for food to prepare for the attack, he wanted to make sure he was at his best for the night ahead.  There was plenty of game to hunt, plenty of weaker animals to stalk and kill and eat.  It wasn't long before his hunger for flesh and blood was sated, which left him free to focus on his other hungers.  He waited at the edge of the trees, watching the helpless village for a time as the sun slowly dripped down below the horizon, and as light fell darkness slowly grew along with the anticipation of the hunt.  Hunting animals was one thing, hunting humans was a different sort of thrill.  As the last rays of sunlight vanished he let out a long howl which echoed throughout the village and the surroundings, perhaps signalling the attack to commence.<br/><br/>The canine beast bounded into the town, with only a pair of glowing yellow eyes to show he'd passed by.  Soon he was in the streets, between buildings, on roofs, scouting out and looking for his first victim.  The first victim of many.<br/><br/>Some of the other, weaker creatures had attracted the attention of archers, whom he watched from a distance.  Their weapons were obviously ineffective, even against creatures such as those, what else could they hope to bring to bear against one such as he?  He growled low and deep in his chest, making it almost seem like the air around him was vibrating.  When the archers began their retreat he pounced, landing among some of the other twisted monsters.  He roughly shoved one to the side with a hand that was easily as large as a ripe pumpkin, he snapped at another with vicious fangs before breaking into a run on all fours after the group that was trying to escape.<br/><br/>Turning down a new street his ears swivel to the sound of a door slamming nearby.  Some of the other creatures that still pursue the other group seems to have not noticed, but if one of the villages has chosen to isolate herself within then it was certainly a good opportunity for him.  He slows his approach to the door, sniffing at the air as he goes, smelling so many wonderful scents in the night.  He pauses for a moment at the door before slamming into it with his fist, shattering half of it to splinters and pulling the other half out of his way.  The door was obviously not meant for something of his size, but he squeezes past it with little trouble and begins sniffing at the air once again.<br/><br/>He moves quietly through the abandoned house after smashing his way through the door, perhaps to give his victim a sense that he had already gone after looking inside.  The scent on the air is easy enough for him to pick up on.  He finishes a quick search of the first floor before going up the stairs.  Obviously not built for something of his bulk they still hold, but protest his passage with quiet squeaks and creaks of straining wood.  His nose leads him to the bedroom door, his ears picking up just the faintest sounds on the other side.  He waits patiently, quietly, to listen for any other tell-tale signs that she's on the other side of the door, perhaps a sigh of relief when she's certain he's left after it's been so quiet.<br/><br/>Suddenly he bursts through the door with one fist, as he did with the front door of the building, pushing his way quickly into the bedroom and leaving very little room to move around him to try and escape.  The Wolf-Man locks eyes on his prey and seems almost to grin.<br/><br/>Luck Roll: At 2014-09-07 03:30:33, Re Z L (uid: 39480) rolls: 2d6 Result: 6 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=64241)