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"Intriguing...so the rumors are true," Dane muttered to himself, grinning slightly. He adjusted the wide-brimmed brown hat reminiscent of that of a old movie detective, and the trenchoat similarly reminiscent of a detective, with his gloved hand. Beneath both he was dressed plainly, dark colored sneakers, blue jeans, a plain black shirt, with a less plain necklage made of some sort of claws. The hat hid some of Dane's long black hair, but the rest cascaded out the back and his ice blue eyes watched the alleyway for a few moments. A crescent moon shaped scar ran under the right eye.

This is going to be fun.. He thought as he slipped into the alleyway, pulling his pistol from its' hidden holster. The gun was a Desert eagle, and had a silencer attached to assist in the kind of silent killing Dane needed.
To kill these foul creatures of the night. Those had had taken her, he could never forgive them. The gun's power assured that a vital hit would be quite deadly. Hard to regenerate without a head. If worse can to worse - he had clips of silver bullets. They were just damn expensive. Not something you bought in a store.

"Now where are you..." Dane pulled out a pair of infrared googles. They had cost him dearly, but they were far more useful to him than anything else bought with his money. Save for ammo. He put them out and was able to pick out the two distinctive heat signatures, afterall, there were few things with a heat signature shaped like a man-wolf hybrid. Or a wolf for that matter, when it came to the city.

He moved to the front of the warehouse and slid the googles back into their case, and pocketed them before steeling himself for the comming conflict. He threw open the door and aimed at the first thing he saw, Mark, and fired.

Mark felt a bullet fly through his shoulder. He howled in pain and ran into the bathroom. Blood dripped down his fur and over his hand. He screamed in pain and tried to tell Dane to stop. He fell to the ground and coughed up blood onto the floor.

Dane's face didn't register any show of emotion, other than a small preadatory grin, of course, Mark couldn't see it, he had run into the bathroom. Dane glanced around for the other Werewolf before following, opening the door and taking careful aim at Mark. "Prepare to die beast," he said, he hadn't understood the cry for help. Dane's knowledge of Werewolves stemmed from a single incident, this was his second hunt, but he had enough knowledge of regular hunting that it wasn't too different.

i attacked the hunter from behind slamming his body to the floor knocking the gun out of his hands, "How dare you enter the sanctity of my den hunter!" i growled i picked up his gun and crushed it under my sheer stength of my true wolven self. "why are you hunting my race? game, revenge, what human!" i said as pinned his head down to the floor under my padded foot.

"Vengeance," Dane said simply. In fluid motion, a blade slide lose from its hidden holster on his forerarm and Dane's steel and silver knife was in his hand. The Knife only had a silver plating, because silver was a soft metal, not something one made a melee weapon entirely out of. Dane thrust the blade at Anubis foot, catching him in the ankle, twisted and pulling it to the side out of the foot as pushed up, trying to rise, and unbalancing Anubis.

"son of a b****!" i fell only to fall back on him i tore the knife out of his hand and threw it out of the window. the cut on my foot started to bleed the silver dosen't kill us it just slows down the healing to normal healing speed of a human.

"what gives you the right! I didn't kill who you trying to advenge. heck a human killed my father! and you don't see me killing every human i see! what gives you the right to be judge, jury, and exacutioner! what gives you the right to play god!"

his necklace is caught my eye "claws, CLAWS!" they were werewolf claws and about 23 hung around his neck "how many of us did you kill? murderer! you call us monsters look in the mirror i bet you wont like what you find!" i puched the floor making a rather large dent.

It clicked, it hadn't during the actual attack, but now without a furry foot on his head Dane realized that the thing was talking to him. The two he had killed hadn't talked. This one, this one was talking, and in full setenaces. With only the slightest slur due to the muzzle. Dane just stood there, dumbfounded for a moment.

"I'm unconscious. I'm unconscious and I'm dreaming. You can't be talking. You guys don't talk, you just kill.." Dane said, as if trying to convince himself of this. "You didn't just lecture me....this isn't happening.."

"oh, this is happening! I delt with your kind thinking we're mind less blood thursty beasts!" i put more wieght on his head "awenser my question how many of us did you kill?"

"Two..." Dane said weakly. "But...they didn't talk like you. Nothing that could be construed as a word. They were mad, crazy....even as humans." Dane didn't even try to resist the pressure being put down, he didn't see any point to it now. He could feel the necklace of claws, the claws of the two Werewolves, pressing into his collar bone. Owww..

"two brothers dead" i sighed mornfuly "crazy or not they are my brothers." i ripped the necklace from his neck. "I would kill you but that will make me just as bad as you." i lift my foot from his head "i'm sorry what one of my brothers did to you did to you and loved ones, but nothing would make it seem right not even apalogy from what you believe is you enimy wont make it right" i walked across the room "i hope you can change your veiw about my race" then i went help Mark.

Mark pulled a knife out and put it to Dane's neck. He looked at Anibus ans said, "He wants to kill us?How about someone hunts him?" They both looked at Dane and Mark lunged at his shoulder. He sank his teeth into the mans skin and smiled. He backed away and said, "See you on the next full moon."

I puched Mark "Hey! i've been trying to prove the hunters wrong for years! and you just confirmed that we are mind less blod thirst monsters!
years of work down the drain!"

((its Anubis not Anibus))

Man,He freaking shot me...I aing going to show him any sypathy." Mark walked away and rubbed the blood off his arm from the bullet. He walked outside and leaned on the railing thinking about his new lifestyle.

"yeah but your only confurming the lies that they say about us!"

Dane winced at the bite, before rising to his feet, blood dripping from the bite wound. He looked at Anubis, "Your friend is very rash," he said. He looked towards Mark, "You never give a enemy power. Learn this lesson well, for if I still had the intention to hunt, you wouldn't make it past the next full moon." Dane nodded to Anubis, tossing a small white plastic container to him. "Bandages, use them as you wish."

Dane sat back down, wincing. "I have not much expierance with this. How long do I have before things get fuzzy?"

Mark picked up his cell phone and dialed his girlfriend. He changed his voice as much as he could and said, "Look...i'm gonna be gone for a while,uh,don't be angry.But I pretty much have to leave you." He hung up the phone and picked up a shovel from outside and walked towards Dane with it.

"our kind is a mix of nature and magic, you'll turn at the next full moon then you can change at will" i sat down next to him "i'm sorry for what he did to you, and i'm sorry what happened to you. we are two sides of the same coin. My father was killed by a hunter and a loved one was killed by one of my brothers we don't need to kill each other"

Miguel wrote:Mark picked up his cell phone and dialed his girlfriend. He changed his voice as much as he could and said, "Look...i'm gonna be gone for a while,uh,don't be angry.But I pretty much have to leave you." He hung up the phone and picked up a shovel from outside and walked towards Dane with it.

"hey stop! no more fighting!" i ripped the shovel from him. "so what he shot you! we need to prove them wrong or this violance will never end!"

Dane nodded to Anubis. "She was my sister," he said quietly. He looked up, noticing Mark with the shovel. He could think of only one reason for him to have it in here. He could hardly move his right arm, his right shoulder still hurt from the bite. When Anubis took the shovel Dane relaxed.

"Full moon, so what, a week, two, three? Tommorrow? I never kept track of the moon phases very well."

"tonights is a full moon so i say you got about an hour to your first shift"

Mark said, "your the sick useless piece of crap that killed my uncle. You told me to keep quiet or you would kill me." He punched the mirror and screamed. He turned around and said, "We can start off fresh...any mistakes,your dead."

((i just took away your shovel and you killed your self, WHY?))

I redid it. I'll get to that later.

i turned to dave "is this true?"

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