Kane: The Were Wolf Hunter

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   ((ooc: I'm currently following Ria. Don't forget it's now raining unless you don't want it to rain, let me know I'll edit the post.))

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   ((I was not under the impression that it was raining - I had thought that your post said it had stopped - If you want to make it rain, make a post saying that it starts and i'll work with it :p))

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   Iscara forged ahead, being careful to keep to trails that the druid could take as well.  It didn't sound like any of the werewolves were coming after them, which was fine with her.  She just wanted to get away from them. 
   
   She caught the scent of another werewolf, and started to veer away from it.  Then a new scent caught her nose.  Blood.  A fight.  She couldn't tell who won, but the werewolf scent stopped, and someone else went another direction.  She paused, sniffing.  Smelled like... elves.  It distracted her; she liked elves.  They weren't crazy like humans.  There was something familiar about this scent.  She sniffed again, trying to identify it.  Tuari!  That was the one called Tuari!  And there was the scent of blood mixed with his trail, so he was probably hurt.  She started following his trail, hoping the druid would be able to help him if he was hurt.

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   Tuari walked on proudly, though he was in intense pain from the bite. He wondered what would cause a wolf to stand up on two legs, and it hit. A werewolf had torn into arm. "D**n it all!" he cursed. He quickly looked about, but saw none of the natrual herbs to slow the infection. Tuari tore a length off his cloak and tied it tighly around the savage bite wound. He could hardly even move his hand anymore. He continued to walk towards the town, his vision getting blurred quite often from blood loss. The dressing he had put on the torn part of his arm had already soaked through, and was dripping blood yet again. Tuari fought the darkness with everything he had, he had to at least make it to the town. He stumbled a few steps, and then fell. He crawled to a tree that was close by, and put his back to it. He sat there in agony, but he could see the town. He was soaked with rain, but the cold he felt had nothing to do with that. He looked up, and everything went black.
   
   (OOC: Not dead. Tuari passed out from blood loss, just to clarify.)

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   Kane woke up barely able to move. When he finally got a good look around he realized that he was in a giant cube made of a Giant's bones. The cage's stench was foul and infested with bugs and buzzards nibbling at the dangling flesh still on the bones.  Kane peered outside of his cubic prison to find he was surrounded by a pack of werewolves! Luckily they hadn't noticed he was awake, maybe he could gather his thoughts before to much happened. He was tightly bound in bandages. This puzzled him. Why would the werewolves be trying to heal him? His head was spinning form all that was happening. The one thing that truly puzzled him above all was that it was now daytime yet the werewolves were still werewolves!
   
   He glanced around at the crude huts made out of trees they no-doubtedly ripped out of the ground themselves. He looked back at the werewolves. Next to them there was the body of a dead one, reshaping into a human. It was probably the one he raised his blade to before he fainted. As he was looking around he noticed his twin blades not to far away. If he could roll the his prison a few extra feet he could probably reach his swords.
   
   Kane slowly inched his light cell of bones toward his chance to freedom. SNAP! The cage rolled over a twig. Sh*t. Kane swore in his mind.
   
   The werewolves came over to him.
   
   "Look who's awake," one fo them hissed.
   
   Another one chuckled. "Let's eat him!"
   
   "No you fool! We have strict orders to bring him back to camp alive!" the leader yelled.
   
   After that comment Kane realized why they had bandaged him up. They wanted him alive so they could show him to their leader. Probably Grex. After some time, the pack ditched the camp they made and started heading toward what Kane assumed was the camp they rammbled on about. He knew he was in for a world of Hell.

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