Cobolymancs

[Sablepaw]

<You, yellow-eyed hissing things hindering me, mocking me, trying to scare me away... what does all this mean? Felines hunting in a pack while the wolf is running alone... the Hunter became the Hunted... But never, ever will I give up!>

*While running, I instantly take the Giant Wolf Shape again before I'd bled to death.*

-1 rage

/Spi/"Hear my words, Great White Stag! Now I know what your kin feels whenever they give their life to us. I understand what it means to be you. You called out for me to catch you... to become you... and I WILL!"

*And since I can't fight the Lurkers of the Shadows and I can't allow to lose the Stag, I give my last efforts for the big leap after gasping my words - maybe my last ones - to the Prey.*

Dexterity (6) + Athletics (2)
- 1 willpower

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 5, 7, 4, 4, 8, 4, 9 (Total = 49)

Wits (3) + Enigmas (3)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 6d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 7, 2, 5, 5, 7, 7 (Total = 33)

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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*This is no ordinary prey. The majestic spirit-creature seems to be waiting for her. It keeps on the constant move, performing a beautiful dance on the edge of this surreal realm, its hooves turning snow into magical dust, its tiara and cloak are the very stars.
At first, Sablepaw's idea is successful, allowing her to close some of the distance unnoticed, but... is she truly unnoticed? Listening to the inside, something tells her this spirit knows exactly where she is, what she does, and perhaps... perhaps even what she thinks. An unnerving thought.
Far from jumping distance, the dance suddenly ends, and without abruptly breaking the choreography, the white stag turns his fleeing into part of the act. Sablepaw needs to pick up the pace and run again.
Yet again, the environment changes. After this relative clearing, the stag runs into a deep forest, completely unhindered by the many roots and low branches serving as obstacles. Unlike Sablepaw, however, for whom this hostile terrain makes the pursuit significantly more difficult. Soon, his regenerative abilities need to get to work on fresh and painful wounds caused by thorns.
The mist is gone completely, but in its place come shadows, thick and menacing. The trees and bushes wear them as dark and majestic cloaks, and in such a deep forest, they would make the Garou completely lost, if not for the bright white colour of the pursued prey, who seems to be harder and harder to follow. Suddenly, eyes appear in these shadows, orange and yellow pairs of dots in various shapes, gazing intently at the running werewolf. Noises soon accompany them from quiet paw-steps to strange clattering. This doesn't sound good at all; Sablepaw instinctively tries to increase her speed, but the more she does so, the harder it becomes to navigate here, the more wounds she suffers and the more of her blood spills to the ground as an unmistakable trace.
The chase is becoming desperate, the very person of the hunted falls into question. Her sense of smell is still completely useless, as she can only pick up herself and the blood she leaves; her sight is dampened by the shadows and fixed desperately on the only bright beacon, while her hearing provides her with news of alertingly close movement and threatening feline hissing.
Something is moving in the dark woods on both her sides and multiple creatures are running after her. She needs to think and act fast.*

Ambience

[Sablepaw]

*After discovering that my insights help me more around here than my senses, I glance towards the Owl once again and dip my head in gratitude but I won't break the silence - I don't want to let my prey know I'm coming after it. I won't rush like the angry winds or the roaring waterfalls this time; I have to be akin to the Owl now who marked the crossroad instead. I try to follow the path keeping myself down, almost merging with the fog as much as I can to let it swallow the sound of my heartbeats. Fixing my nose towards the Stag I approach it by stalking as quietly as I can.*

Dexterity (6) + Stealth (3)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 2, 10, 3, 6, 1, 5, 2, 3 (Total = 35)

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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*When you stare into the Abyss, the Abyss stares back at you. The same stands for this strange spirit owl, whose intelligent gaze locks with Sablepaw's. Perhaps surprisingly, it only takes a few seconds for the creature to reply, its mysterious voice slicing into the silence here like a wolf's fangs into fresh meat.*

-/Spi/ Need my advice? No... you do not.

*Although there are still no scents to pick up, Sablepaw notices something else. A fleeting, magical sensation, as if her silent, spiritual self would like to point something out to her. The more she calms herself, the longer she focuses her inner sights, the stronger the feeling of clarity becomes.*

-/Spi/ If you can not find something, do not look outward. Look inward... and you will find all the mysteries of the world unveiled.

*And yes... the mist... the fog... it is moving! Slowly, but surely, the thick, white substance is moving, flowing around in the air following a pattern.
She just needs to tune her senses now... and there. It leads to the right. As soon as Sablepaw turns there with the certain knowledge that it is indeed the correct path to take, the mist dissolves, the hoofprints become visible, and so does the white stag just at the edge of the horizon.
The bird remains knowingly silent.*

[Sablepaw]

*I stare at the hole in sheer horror forgetting about the hunt for just enough time for the Stag to get away but I try hard to shrug my terror away.*

<Eyes-of-Fire is my Leader now. The word of the Leader is the Law. I can't afford to fail...>

*But I must be way more cunning to catch that Spirit. I shake the form of the Giant Wolf off - as its weight almost caused a disaster - and follow the scent-tracks before they get stale. This Forest of No Sounds with the crossroad leaves me puzzled and gazing back at the white owl I decide to stop to investigate the spot. First, I'll try to speak to the owl...*

/Spi/ "Spirit Bird of Silence, lend me your eyes which can pierce through the densest darkness; lend me your ears, which can hear the heartbeats of a slumbering vole; lend me your wisdom about the Realms of the Starless Nights. I'm following the White Stag and I need your advice. Which path to choose?"

*But I can't rely only on the mercy of a Spirit. I'll use my keen sense of smelling to investigate all four directions...*

Perception (4) + Speciality: Smelling (1) + Alertness (3)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 6, 2, 9, 8, 10, 3, 5 (Total = 53)

10's again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 2d10 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 3 (Total = 11)

*... and I remain still and silent for a brief time to percieve any omens that might appear hidden in the landscape.*

Perception (4) + Enigmas (3)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 7d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 3, 3, 10, 3, 3, 10 (Total = 35)

10's again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 2d10 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 2 (Total = 5)

_________________
- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*It's closer... it's closer... as her hunting instincts push forward, Sablepaw begins to focus solely on one task: running fast enough to catch the noble prey. But as she approaches the spirit, her other instinct, a calmer voice inside recalls a sentence spoken just before the hunt.
"And the hunter, if filled overly with the fever of the hunt... often becomes the hunted."
The stag performs a large jump, landing in a manner which Sablepaw could finally exploit with a jump-attack. Yet, she looks down, feeling the small cracks on the surface below the thin snow layer.
It all comes crashing down, but Sablepaw manages to leap forward in the last moment, catching the edge of this newfound hole. Below, a great fall would have awaited her, and harsh, powerful winds sweep upward now from a gigantic bay down there. It's a frighteningly surreal sight.
Where is she?...
With focused effort, she manages to drag herself up from this maw of death, but by then, she loses the spirit stag from her sight.
There are no visible footprints, the only smell her nose can pick up is her own, the only sounds her steps and gasping for air. This isn't good. Soon enough, Sablepaw reaches another small clearing. She can barely see from the fog now, but it is clear she's reached a four-side crossroads, with thick woods covering the rest of the way.
Suddenly, wings flapping, a large snowy owl descends to one of the tree branches far above, its large eyes eyeing the Garou intently.*

[Sablepaw]

*Panting heavily and shivering from the chill of the emerging white fog I still pursue the glorious Prey as if all of the wolf kind's life depended on my success. As soon as I sense the Stag slowing down a bit I collect my last reserves of strength provided by this Giant Wolf form and I dart forward, preparing for the final leap...*

Dexterity (6) + Athletics (2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 2, 1, 7, 9, 4, 3, 8, 7 (Total = 41)

Intelligence (3)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 3d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10, 5, 4 (Total = 19)

10-again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 10

10-again

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 1d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8

Dexterity (6) + Athletics (2)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 8d10 10-Sided Dice Results: 3, 4, 8, 2, 8, 6, 1, 5 (Total = 37)

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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*And there she goes, speeding through the woods after the spirit like there's no tomorrow.
Granted, running through this strange Umbral forest is no ordinary hunting task, Sablepaw still makes a good time, managing to keep up with the elusive white stag. When she tries to increase the pace though, the distance increases with her. Troubling. Troubling, because spirits don't tire, but she soon will.
Persistence is a great lupine virtue.
The forest around them, so far ghastly uniformal, now begins to change. The grey and barely-living trees start disappearing as fog creeps closer, this mysterious winter mist bringing biting cold with it.
However... it would seem the spirit is also hindered by this fog, slowing down somewhat, perhaps enabling Sablepaw to finally reach it if she presses the pursuit just a little bit more...*

Ambience

[Sablepaw]

*I feel uncomfortable because of the cold, almost dead expression of the Elder as I don't know anything about concealing emotions - my body always reflects what's on my mind and I expect the same from my surroundings.*

<The more I hear or experience about Nofurs the more I'm convinced they're helpless freaks of nature. How could they survive and grow so numerous if they can't even understand each other?>

/Lup-Gar/ "Their hunters should be amongst the first ones to be wiped out. They should act like prey, not like predators."

*My astonished gaze is fixed on the Stag as it approaches us; I haven't seen a Prey Spirit so full of radiating wisdom and mystery before. When it aknowledges me and starts to flee I immediately lunge after it, racing on the strange, crooked and vivid trails of the Spirit-Lands in the wild rush of the hunt.*

Dexterity (6) + Primal Urge (4) + Speciality: hunting (1)

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 11d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 1, 5, 4, 2, 2, 7, 5, 3, 7, 6, 2 (Total = 44)

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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Eyes-of-Fire follows Sablepaw's demonstration nonchalantly, his gaze not betraying even the slightest bit of emotion. He's already seen these things many, many times. Yet, his words are less rigid.*

-/Gar/ Well-done. Shapeshifting will become a natural routine over time, but you're able to do it sufficiently fast already. The cry you uttered though... it is useless, unless you learn their speech; they have little care for their wounded, or vulnerable. And the human vermin use many, many types of speech. Often, two of them would meet and only confusion would speak.

*The Elder gazes through Sablepaw now, snorting at past memories.*

-/Gar/ Often, simply calling out for them proudly in wolf-speech is more of an incentive for the mongrels to grab their weapons and come "hunting" you. And the hunter... if filled overly with the fever of the hunt... often becomes the hunted.

*He looks to the side now, to the eastern portion of this spiritual clearing. In steps a large, majestic stag as white as moonlight, radiating the sheer, gnostic energy of the Umbra. It approaches Eyes-of-Fire like an old friend, free of care.*

-/Spi/ Noble spirit. So you have come. Here is Sablepaw, rankless child of Griffin, born under the Moon of Shamans. I beseech thee, noble spirit, take her, teach her, transform her, so that she might live to the glory of all we exist for.

*The white stag now turns its alien gaze at Sablepaw, the bright-blue spirit-eyes seeing to the bones. It does not utter any sort of words, or even voices, but a strange, otherworldly feeling touches the young Garou. A thought in the back of her mind, a part of her consciousness simply tells her the spirit acknowledged and accepted what was just said. It also tells her... to pursue it.
And the majestic white stag turns around and starts fleeing like the elusive southern wind.*

[Sablepaw]

*I feel awkward as I see Eyes-of-Fire circling around me; I'm used to the behaviour of wolves and the Elder's mysterious ways seem just as baffling as the ways of the Spirits if not even more.*

/Lup-Gar/ "I guess... Thornclaw wanted to start training me after the Change but he didn't have the chance. Most things I'm good at are simple wolf-things like hunting, finding shelter and surviving the wrath of elements... striding alone for four seasons. My sense of smelling is better than most others'. I can talk to Spirits and I can usually tell the difference between good ones and ill ones. Old Wolf of the Woods also taught me how to find prey even if they're out of the reach of my senses. And Spirit Jay-Bird taught me how to..."
<I'd better show him...>

*Remembering Jay's Gift I try to mimic the cry of some kind of prey... of course, I'll try to imitate the pleas of our greatest foe, Nofur's, even though it's a hard trick...*

Wits (3) + Expression (1), difficulty: 7

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 4d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 8, 8, 1, 2 (Total = 19)

*And when I'm done with the creepy sound, I feel a bit of satisfaction thinking of Nofurs suffering and crying out in pain. Afterwards I try to show him how I can take the form of the Giant Wolf...*

Stamina (5) + Primal Urge (4), difficulty: 7

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 9d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 9, 2, 3, 3, 2, 6, 1, 2, 2 (Total = 30)

*... but after many moments of useless concentrating I'll use the easy way, focusing on my ancient wrath instead...*

-1 Rage

*... and I do some sneaking, and leaping, as if I was pursuing an enemy. And then it's time for the Two-Leg Wolf which I find a bit odd to wear but I'm used to that one as well...*

Stamina (6) + Primal Urge (4), difficulty: 6

Dobás:

Eredeti dobás sorozat: 10d10 Rögzített 10-Sided Dice Results: 4, 7, 3, 2, 3, 5, 3, 1, 1, 10 (Total = 39)

*... only to fail again.*

<It seems like I'm too nervous for any demonstrations... let's just leave the Two-Leg Wolf shape alone, Giant Wolf is more comfortable... and the remaining two are just useless.>

/Lup-Gar/ "I can't demonstrate my visions, they just... come to me whenever they want. Usually in dreams and sometimes in the many shapes of omens in Nature. And fighting... well, I didn't get into serious fights since I first... changed, save some Nofurs, some nasty-looking weak Spirits and some rival predators so I'm not much more experienced than any wolf would be with the capability of wearing the Giant Wolf form... but I can show you my skills if you show me a foe to attack."

*Obviously, trying him doesn't come into my mind. No wolf would ever challenge a strong Leader; pups practice play-fights amongst themselves but there's no other Sablepaw. I'm a bit afraid that he would send me away if I fail. His words about my blood promise a burdensome existence for me, even more so than I've imagined before...*
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*Eyes-of-Fire keeps his gaze on Sablepaw as she approaches him, remaining silent right until the moment she'd greet him in the way of the wolves.*

-/Gar/ All in due time, girl. All in due time.

*With this, he stands up and begins slowly moving around, circling her while he continues.*

-/Gar/ There are many things for you to master, you have not even had the opportunity to properly learn the shifter-tongue. But it is outside your fault. Perhaps Thornclaw could have started your... education sooner.

*He snorts, but there's no accusation in his tone. He utters the name of her father with respect.*

-/Gar/ You are young and inexperienced, but you are of a pure and noble bloodline; it runs so far back, your visions from the time of glory do not strike me as a surprise. You are marked... you are born to do great deeds. But if you fall prematurely, you waste your destiny and perhaps... perhaps you doom us all.

*For a long moment, he stares off into the haunting spirit-woods, letting the wind do the talking. Troubling thoughts must go through his mind.*

-/Gar/ Before I say anything more, before I set any tasks before you, I want you to tell me and show me what you're capable of. Display how much you've learned in your fleeting time as a Garou, purely by yourself and the spirits. Then, I shall give you a chance to prove your worth.

[Sablepaw]

*When I realize where am I and why am I here and to whom the glowing of eyes belong, I instantly lower my body, flatten my fur and turn my eyes away from his as I aknowledge his position over mine but my gaze keeps on burning with the exact same determination as before. I listen to his speech carefully and have a moment of Silence before I'd reply.*

/Lup-Gar/ "Thank you for letting me here and for telling me about these things. You use many words I can't yet understand but I'll try my best to learn everything you're about to teach me, Eyes-of-Fire."

*I move a few steps closer keeping the submissive position to greet him, to lick his nose and to mouth his snout but I'm full of doubts about how to approach him...*

<Am I allowed to act like a wolf, to greet him like a wolf greets her new Leader? Or does he expect me to behave differently...?>

/Lup-Gar/ "I'm glad you knew Thornclaw. He died protecting his Territory and his wolf-family. But he didn't let me die along with him."

*At this point, my tone and my body speak of a new flavour of sorrow and loss.*

/Lup-Gar/"But I'll do everything to be a Garou he'd be proud of. I know about many things those No-furs are capable of but I have no idea what you mean by leech masters - not the simple worms in the puddles, am I right? They don't seem any more dangerous than ticks and flies... but maybe I'm wrong... and the days of Impergium... are these the days of Great Past when we ruled those Twoleg atricities and showed them their place, the place of preys? When we were Great Wolves? Because I.... I sometimes... remember those times as I was there."

*Finally, I turn my head towards the scar marks on my shoulder.*

/Lup-Gar/"Old Wolf of the Woods mentioned the name of Red Talons and he told me I wear their markings and that I am of their pure blood. When I was merely bigger than a pup, Thornclaw brought me to a Secret Place which was guarded by Griffin and Griffin marked me then. He told me he would claim me after I changed... but by the time came the Sacred Place was dead and gone with the great half beast - half bird of prey spirit sent slumbering... but I can meet him once more, right? Old Wolf of the Woods told me a True Garou can show me the way to him. I... want to be like Griffin. Now I understand what I saw in his eyes. The same thing I see in yours and the same thing water reflects in mine. I want to have vengeance on our foes. For you and for Thornclaw and for all the lands they poisoned, for Land Mother herself."

*Although the golden rays of the cave rouse my curiosity I don't mention it. I trust Eyes-of-Fire as my Leader now. There's no need for asking questions. He'll tell me everything I need to know.*
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr

[Freiherr von Rosen]

*The eyes in this sea of darkness reflect the same rage, the same hatred that burns through Sablepaw right now. The growls promise a thousand deaths, a thousand pains, a thousand cries of pain.
But not to her. To them.
An adult male wolf begins speaking, his communications slightly echoing in this strange realm.*

-/Gar/ They... will... pay... all of them.

*Still, only his eyes are visible. Nothing more. Nothing more at all...*

-/Gar/ Yes... you see now. You see and you hear and you smell and you understand the sorrow of this land. Sablepaw... offspring of Thornclaw. He told me you would come. And so you did. Hear me out...

*The stranger - speaking the shifter-tongue, knowing the name of her father and having the eyes of blood - starts moving again, at least the two flaming dots Sablepaw can see. His speech is deep, slow, savouring every word, and heavily meaningful.*

-/Gar/ In all my life, I've called this land "home". There was no other place like this in the whole world. Here... there was everything. Endless, infinite green seas of pine and oak and beech forest, gigantic, snow-tipped mountains towering over them, with a thousand bodies of water from the tiniest streams to the largest rivers crossing the land with joy, bearing life in all its forms.
Stag, deer, boar, rabbit, pheasant; all types of prey were abundant, our rivals few. The Land Beyond The Forest. Transylvania... You saw it. You saw it, but you've not nearly seen it all. It is this land where my father, and his father, and his father, and his father all lived; and ruled. And then... they came.
Humans arrived by the swarms, from the north, from the east and from the west, driven by their greed and their Wyrm-masters. The Leeches. The Fiends. It was them who incited the two-legged vermin to burn our forests, to kill our cubs, or even worse... take them to their giant castles of stone to disappear... and re-appear as horrors you can not imagine. They drive us out, they taint the very land with their evil, and their mortal foot soldiers... they chop our woods down, hunt our game, kill our brothers and sisters. It is time...

*He lets out a loud, sudden roar of pure hatred, amplified a thousandfold by the insane acoustics of this place.*

-/Gar/ It is time we kill them back! I have nothing left but this land. The land itself, an ancient, flayed battleground. I am cursed to remain here forever, to serve as a notice of what fate awaits uppity apes who dare cross the Warriors of Gaia. To remind them, that the days of the Impergium are coming back. And finally... to let young Garou prove themselves.

*In this moment, the darkness dissipates to reveal the true Umbral realm around Sablepaw. It is akin to a haunting nightmare; the empty, ghastly greyness of its scenery on the other side is much stronger here, as if it were a spiritual graveyard. Colours are barely visible at all, everything is dry and decayed, and a great burden of despair descends upon her very soul just by being here, seeing this and having heard the tale of the strange wolf.
And strange he is. An extremely muscular male in a near-wolf form larger than what Sablepaw has ever seen before. In fact, his very appearance radiates so much raw intimidation and killer instinct, it'd even frighten a fellow Garou. His thick, grey fur serves as a majestic coat to this warrior, whose eyes still glow in that abnormal red hue.
Finally, Sablepaw's gaze meets the cave entrance behind him. In an extraordinary fashion, a strange, eerie, but genuinely beautiful golden light can be seen radiating from the inside, its source hidden in the depths of the cavern.*

-/Gar/ I... am Eyes-of-Fire, Galliard Elder of the Red Talon tribe. I welcome you to my territory.

[Sablepaw]

*When I get no reply and no attention at all and when my mood begins to darken along with the delightful atmosphere a thought arises from my Shifter-part...*

<This must be a vision>

*...but my wolf-part's instincts prove to be stronger and I can't help but sink into the vision as it was real. I keep on addressing the pups until I hear the forthcoming havoc bearing the shape of the Enemy. I attack ferociously, giving myself to nothing but rage and fury, biting through the air, chasing all the shadows and finally facing the loss and defeat... The fact that I wasn't able to do any harm to the Bringers of Taint deepens my desperation and fuels my undying hatred. I felt this kind of maddening, bitter hatred when I saw my Pack's Territory ruined, devasted and tainted but I was too young and confused back then. Now, standing in the midst of this smoke-filled wasteland all my hatred is focused on one particular type of foe. Burning with flames of rage and with a heart so cold as midwinter's frost at the same time I gaze at the direction where the Enemy left, spitting all my loathing after them.*

/Lup/ "Exterminate... them... ALL!"

*My bloodshot eyes glow with malice, my lips are curled up and my teeth are bared as I snarl the rising spiteful images clouding my mind into the world outside.*

/Lup/ "Curse you ALL, no-furred freaks of nature... I won't rest until I return the pain you have caused... you deserve nothing but pure, everlasting suffering. I'll slay your little, soft whelps and I'll bathe myself in their cries of horror... I'll rip the bellies of your pregnant females until their blood paint my coat red... I'll mutilate your males, tearing all their limbs and clawing their eyes out, letting them suffer to live on until the Blight in their hearts consume their rotten flesh, bearing such torment they have never imagined before... I'll..."

*Finally when the glowing of the eyes and the growl get their way into my hate-ridden mind, I turn my head towards the Stranger. I still stand tall with my teeth bared and my fur bristled. Right now, there's no fear left in me but a dark and deep determination.*
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- Cobolymancs (Sablepaw), Red Talon, Theurge, Lupus
- Setétholddal Osonó (Darkmoon Stalker), Bastet, Bubasti
- Bosszú Fagyos Karma (Frostiger Kralle der Rache), Fenrir - Schwerter von Heimdall, Modi, Ulfr