Alasdair MacGille Bhrath

A rightful heir || Mor'du

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Rise of the Beast || The End

The large estate at the edge of The Woods was in its worst state. Even before it was purchased and fully remodeled, the place didn’t look to be in such a state of disrepair. 

For a long time, the front of the house - beautifully taken care of and glistening with perfection - and its sole inhabitant - rich, educated and intelligent - had hidden the turmoil that took place within.

Ever since a demonic entity took over the town, Mor’du had been harder to control. He had a taste for human suffering and pain, and it was no longer easy to hold him back. 

As time went on, it felt as if that urge was getting stronger and stronger. The bear didn’t limit himself to nightly visits. He came when he wanted to, and had forced his vessel to shy away from the rest of the town. It didn’t take long for the bear’s sheer instinct and greed to take over.

Thus, you have an enormous, demonic bear cooped up inside a house. He’d been chained down at one point, but only because his vessel had made one last desperate attempt to stop the beast. That’d made Mor’du very angry.

One otherwise peaceful morning in the relatively safe gated community, the bear finally found a way, and plowed his way through the large wooden front doors, leaving a gaping hole behind. The pavement felt like it crumbled under his enormous claws. He growled loudly and gleefully, because Mor’du was finally his own bear. Body and mind both dominating after being oppressed for hundreds of years.

The passer-by he growled at probably assumed that the bear had somehow left the forest and entered the house from behind. It’d probably be proven by the enormous gap in the back gardens’ wall that Alasdair previously used to return home. Maybe they’d think Mor’du had attacked Alasdair and trashed his house. The demon bear was pleased by that. 

Maybe if the man was seen as dead and forgotten he’d know what Mor’du had felt. And what Mor’du felt as he scampered out toward the wilderness surrounding Swynlake, crushing branches, roots and spitting thistles on his wake, was the longing for two things: Power and blood.

This town’s pathetic inhabitants would be his new prey.

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Adventurer Tea Time || Seamus & Alasdair

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apennywasted:

Seamus gave his friend a skeptical look but stayed quiet as he spoke. A bloody demon invasion? Well. That was certainly something to write home about. “That…would make sense, yeah.” But the Scot’s mind was already going a mile a minute. Mor’du was powerful and he was more than just a thorn in his side when he wanted to be. If he’d started misbehaving that meant he was giving Alasdair trouble and when that happened that never meant anything good. And that was what worried him.

But the mention of treasure hunting had him perking up a bit.

“Oh aye? Well, by all means, explain yerself. ‘m all ears.”

“The forest and the town are filled with magic, and I’m not just talkin’ about the people,” the red-haired man began to explain, looking out the window as he did but gazing back toward his friends once in a while.

“I have nae been able t’get ahold of anything, but it’s rumoured that many magical objects are hidden somewhere ‘round Enchantra. Those have been my main target e’er since I got t’town.”

Crossing his arms, he turned and shrugged. “However, things’ve gotten messy. The forest protects itself quite well, ya ken?”

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Target Practice || MerBear

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heart-of-dunbroch:

Merida scowled at Alasdair and stomped toward him, grabbin’ one of the arrows from the man’s hand. 

“I don’t need a babysitter,” she retorted, leaning in a little and jabbing her finger against his chest. “And yer right, maybe I should– send an arrow right into his arse.” 

Ah, she wouldn’t– she knew it, Alasdair probably did too. But one could dream. 

Alasdair backed away from the target again now that the arrows were back in the quiver and aimed.

“Well, truth be told, ye’re an adult, aren’t ye? Well, adult-aged at least. Maturity? That’s debatable,” the man teased, before letting go of the arrow. He smiled as it hit the bullseye, and smiled at the girl to share his satisfaction.

“Ye don’t have t’have ‘m around. Don’t have t’invite ‘im over, ya ken? It may not be that bad.”

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Adventurer Tea Time || Seamus & Alasdair

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apennywasted:

Ah, there it was.

Seamus smirked back, a bit of a tease entering his voice, “So it wasn’t some bonnie lass that snared ye? Yer jus’ an ol’ treasure hunter like me.” He leaned his head back into the glass behind him, a chuckle escaping from his throat. But he did have another concern, and it revolved around Alasdair’s prickly little furry friend. 

“How’s th’ bear been? Still a pain in yer arse? Or has ‘e learned tah behave himself?”

“He behaved,” Alasdair replied. “And then he decided t’get riled up with that one demon invasion, and he’s been quite feisty since then,” he confessed. The man had been struggling with that for a while, and there was nobody he could share it with other than Seamus. Truth be told, Alasdair was scared of Mor’du now.

“It’ll be fine, ye’ll see,” the red-haired man assured his friend. “I’m workin’ on findin’ a way t’get ‘im under control. That’s the reason fer all the treasure hunting, t’be honest.”

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Target Practice || MerBear

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heart-of-dunbroch:

Aye, that was exactly what she’d done. Put an arrow right in the imaginary eye of Phoebus. 

Though that wouldn’t do anythin’ for her training regime, would it? And as annoying as he was, she needed him, which was probably the most annoyin’ part about it! She didn’t want him to leave! 

“Ugh, no. He’s er–” she paused for half a second as she fished for a lie, “– he got a new job here. My da put him up to it, probably.” That wasn’t all a lie. She had gotten that letter from her father….

Alasdair walked forward toward his target, in order to remove the few arrows that were already on it.

“Looks like ye got yerself a new babysitter,” he joked with a loud cackle. “At least there’s someone ‘round to protect ye from all the pub fights.” Of course, he had only ever been present for one pub fight involving Merida, but it was still a funny thought.

“Maybe ye can intimidate him into leavin’. Could work, with that bow and arrow of yours, ya ken?”

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Target Practice || MerBear

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heart-of-dunbroch:

Yes, she was better than her fellow ginger Scotsman. 

Merida was bloody good. She’d been a natural crackeye since her da had given her her first bow at the wee age of 4 years old. It’d been a play thing– but real wood, even if it shot rubber arrows. She’d terrorized her mum’s cat, the chickens, her da’s hounds. And that was just the beginning. 

Merida was an arrow. She was sharp and precise and no one saw her comin’. 

But stupid Phoebus had gotten in her head. 

“Ech!” she clicked her tongue against her teeth. “It’s this stupid– me uncle, he’s come te town,” Merida lied with a grumble. “Got me all twisted up. Wanker.” She mumbled the last word as she drew the arrow and squinted her eye– imagining the bullseye was Phoebus’s cocky face.

Ffffft!

It hit it square in the bullseye.

“Now that’s more like it!” 

“And what’d he do to ye?” Alasdair asked. He couldn’t truly relate. He didn’t have any uncles, nephews or... anything. The closest thing to anything similar was Seamus and he was even more irresponsible than Alasdair, so it didn’t help at all. “To boost yer aim so much, it must’ve been annoying. Probably picturin’ his face on that bullseye.”

The man gave it another shot himself, but he strayed a tad from the target. Not too much, though. Eh. That was what a lack of practice did to you. Back in his day, he could knock out three redcoats with one arrow, or so he claimed.

“He leavin’ soon?”

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Target Practice || MerBear

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Merida had been trainin’ with Phoebus now for near two weeks. 

An’ so far– it was bollocks. All runnin’ and push-ups and barely any real training! He hadn’t let her pick up a knife, let alone a short sword, let alone actually go out on a hunt. And mebbe Merida could forgive him on account of the dragon lurking in the forest…or the eyes of the changeling still searchin’ for the likes of Merida. 

But still, two weeks and all she had to show for it was laps. Laps. 

She’d needed to blow off some real steam, all that runnin’ doin’ nothing but adding fire to her blood. So she went stalkin’ off to someone who understood her, someone with Scot in the veins. It’d been a while since she had seen Alasdair, on account of demons possessin’ her best mate and– er, end of year exams. But she knew she could count on Alasdair to ask her very few questions and let her obliterate the hell outta his targets. 

So she was in his garden, pullin’ an arrow back. She squinted– then ffft!– released the arrow into the air. It sliced through and smacked just outside the bulls eye. 

“AGH!” Merida grunted. “Get tae fook! Are ye kidding me?! I can bloody well shoot tha’ in me sleep!”  

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“Maybe ye should try fallin’ asleep before the next arrow, then,” Alasdair teased, chuckling at his own words. “I’m jokin’. Give it another try, lass.”

The man was pacing behind Merida, bow in hand as well. After the woman’s shot, he moved to be in front of another of the targets in the garden, and raised the bow. He pulled the arrow back.... and oh! so close! The arrow landed with a thud, close to the bullseye but not there quite yet.

“Aye, ye’re still better than me, ya ken? Don’t be hard on yerself.”

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Adventurer Tea Time || Seamus & Alasdair

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apennywasted:

Seamus snorted and ruffled his hair with the hand not holding his cigar, setting his teacup down on the table in front of them. He stood, cracking his back with a groan as he twisted from side to side. His eyes watched his friend as he began to pace about the room, a familiar prelude to hearing whatever it was his old friend would have to say. The shorter of the two leaned against the wall of windows, arms folded across his chest, and blew a puff of smoke out into the room as he waited. 

“Yer gunna wear a hole in the fuckin’ rug one day,” he muttered, shaking his head. What Alasdair said about the bear was true. He did know him and he knew that Mor’du could be one temperamental son of a bitch. 

Translation: so was Alasdair.

“Know yer a rambler, ‘dair. ‘ve known ye for a little while.” His eyebrows hiked up into the beginnings of his hairline at what the man was saying, however. Artifacts? Here? Well, now, that sounded promising. It finally made sense why the other Scotsman had told him about this place. Uncrossing his arms, Seamus knocked his knuckles against the window, staring out into the gardens for a moment before speaking. 

“No, I won’ and I don’ think ye are, either. Ye’ve just said as much. So help me.”

Alasdair smirked. “Aye. Well, Swynlake’s a gold mine fer magical artifacts, accordin’ t’some researchers. It’s the entire reason I moved in at first, t’be honest.”

It wasn’t hard to say that to Seamus, considering they shared particularities in their ambitions, even though Alasdair’s had changed quite a bit in the past few months. Nowadays, he was mostly hoping to find ways to exercise control over the bear, instead of it being the other way around.

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Adventurer Tea Time || Seamus & Alasdair

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apennywasted:

Seamus watched his friend as he turned his face away, when he sighed, and something like concern bubbled up in his chest. A brow cocked in surprise at what he heard, not quite believing it to be true. But, from what he was saying, it was.

“Ach ‘dair. Now what’d ye go an’ do that fer? Ye more'n anyone should know not tah tell a man how tah take care 'o his own land.” Though he didn’t know this Prince, he knew Alasdair. If he’d said all of this and the Prince had yet to do anything though….there was something to think about or, at the very least, mull over in private.

Leaning back and shaking his head, Seamus couldn’t help the laugh that broke through as he puffed out a cloud of smoke. “Course ye aren’t sayin’ that. And ye were. Might still be, dunno. Havena decided yet.” He caught his eye and crooked up the corner of his mouth, a jibe at his friend’s expense.

“Pride, mostly,” he admitted, recalling the time when he arrived to Swynlake and how times had changed. Back then, the influence of Mor’du had been pretty immense. Then it got better. Nowadays? It was hard to tell. “Ye know the bear.”

Alasdair paced and looked out the window. “I’m a rambler, so don’t pay me much attent’n. In truth, I ken ye won’t be convinced off tryin’ to find magical artifacts and the like, buried in that there forest. I’ve attempted the same thing myself, and still feel the itch.”

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Adventurer Tea Time || Seamus & Alasdair

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apennywasted:

Seamus let out a loud bark of laughter, shaking is head. His friend knew him all too well, it seemed, even after all these years. “Aye, I suppose. Where’s the fun t init if I ain’t allowed in, eh?” Eyes mischievous, the brunette cocked his head to the side, fingers tapping at the cigar that still had tendrils of smoke curling from the lit end. “We are, Alasdair. yer acknowledgin’ it so must be true.” 

The man’s next words made the skin between his eyes crease, however. “Not letcha in? Yer a forest creature, aren’t ye? A right bastard o’ one, mind, but ye turn inta one.” And, then, he squinted, eyes studying the other man’s face. He knew there was something there that Alasdair wasn’t telling him, and Seamus couldn’t have that. Not if they were going to be working together again, if they did. “What’d ye do this time?”

Alasdair sighed and looked away, clearing his throat as he thought about it.

“Well, ah... Fer starters, I went in and insulted th’Prince as soon as I got t’town, tellin’ him how stupid he’d been t’let everyone boss him around on his own land, ya ken? Rather foolish of me, in retrospective. I was angry back then, though.”

Straightening himself up in his chair, the red head finished off the cup of tea. “I’m nae sayin’ I’m a good person now, but I’ve grown t’realize I’ve been quite stupid in the past.”

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Adventurer Tea Time || Seamus & Alasdair

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apennywasted:

Seamus side-eyed his friend before making a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. He would make that judgment when he met the bloke, not before. He swirled his tea around in his cup, mind turning over what he’d been told about this Prince. So far what he had to go off of made him sound like someone who could either be useful or someone who could get in their way, depending on his mood. The next thing he said though, about the overprotective sentient forest made him perk up a bit. He smiled, a bit sly, and leaned forward a bit. 

“Thorn walls ye say? Sounds excitin’. ‘m sure we could find a way in. Jus’ tah look around, o’ course.”

“Ye always did love going where you weren’t let in, ey?” Alasdair asked with amusement, letting out a hearty chuckle. “Then again, we’re both similar in cert’n ways.”

The red-haired man smirked and nodded. “Ye should go. I will most likely nae be allowed in, considering me delicate relationship wit’ the place and its inhabitants.”

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Bear Eats Dog || Scamp & Mor’du

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tearing-down-those-fences:

The wolf let out a huff of relief once the bear lumbered off of him. Relishing in the pain of the bigger creature Seth’s wolf form got back up. Taking a step he felt his back paw buckle. Turning the wolf looked at his paw to see what kind of damage his clumsy counterpart had done.

The wolf was not surprised that Mor’du began to charge at him again, it seemed like this bear had a one track mind which was to kill. Luckily it wouldn’t be much of a chase since the human form was alway the one who ran not the wolf. Letting out a snarl Seth quickly began to sprint at the bear as well ignoring his bad ankle. Leaping up with teeth beared he was ready to actually put up a fight.

A cackling roar left the bear’s enormous mouth when he saw the wolf was up for a fight rather than running, even considering he was obviously injuerd already. Perfect.

As the canine got closer to him, the bear’s enormous claw reached out to attempt an attack on its rival. His movement didn’t stop, even if it was still clumsier than the wolf’s, he managed to keep his balance fairly well. That wolf wasn’t getting out of there alive.

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Bear Eats Dog || Scamp & Mor’du

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tearing-down-those-fences:

As the bear got closer to Seth’s now injured body he instantly felt panic take over him.  Not knowing what to do the young man began to claw at the ground, trying to heave himself back up, but once the thought that he could get up the sharp pain in his ankle returned with a vengeance. Wincing in pain Seth flopped back down trying to figure out another escape.  Yet by the time he had some sort of plan it was to late.

The bear’s roar shook Seth to the core.  It was loud and honestly if he didn’t have that werewolf encounter prior to this, it probably would have been the scariest thing he had ever heard.  Staring straight at the bear he felt himself begin to hyperventilate, which was pretty embarrassing on his behalf.  Moving his eyes from the gruesome face of the bear to the paw which was now lifting up not knowing how to defend himself he began to lift his arm up over his face. 

Yet before he fully covered his face with his arm Seth instantly felt the rage that he had been forcing down bubble up.  For a few moments he fought with it, he’d rather die a human than a creature.  But due to his human form’s panic his mentality got overpowered.  

The transformation was always the most painful part of being a werewolf.  Not waking up bloodied from the past night, Seth got used to that as time went on.  For him every transformation only got more painful as he continuously tried to maintain control of his physical body.  But once he looses a sliver of his head it was usually game over.   Letting out a yell of defeat Seth began to shift from man to wolf.  Lifting his nearly fully furred arm away from his face Seth clawed at his own clothing which had turned into an uncomfortable clothing while he transformed.

By the time he had already shifted Mor’du brought its giant paw scraping against Seth’s now furry chest.  The blow would have been lethal if Seth had remained human.  Letting out a yelp of pain the creature quickly went to claw at the giant bear’s under belly trying to get away. 

  The human changing into a wolf most definitely surprised Mor’du. He should’ve seen that coming, he told himself, but he still didn’t. The fact was that it changed things around. He’d killed werewolves before, though, it was no big deal.

What was a big deal was that the creature had dared to attack Mor’du, and it actually hurt. With a louder growl, this time of both pain and surprise, the enormous beast lumbered off the wolf, before roaring in his direction once again. He prepared to run after the canine, of course.

Things weren’t going to stay that way.

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Adventurer Tea Time || Seamus & Alasdair

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apennywasted:

alasdairxmacgille:

“Not me,” Alasdair assured the other. “The Prince o’the Forest can take a few more punches,” he commented, taking a sip of tea as he laid back. 

The redhead immediately thought back to the time he had gone as far as to threaten the being. He’d changed quite a lot since then, and hadn’t even apologized. Still, he was still there, so it meant that the Prince was probably more tolerant than he should. “He knows how t’handle Mor’du, which is more than what any scot’s been able t’brag for half a millenia.”

“Still, this town’s full o’secrets,” he admitted. “Ye’re goin’ t’find it hard not t’want to venture out into the unknown, knowing ye.”

The Scot snorted, head ducked a bit from where he was hunched over. He hadn’t heard about this prince yet, but from that comment, it sounded like there was no love lost between him and the other Scotsman. He raised an eyebrow at the redhead’s musings but didn’t say anything. He’d witnessed Mor’du a time or two and he’d faired well enough by the bear but he and Alasdair both had been bruised up much worse than usual the day after. 

“This Prince…he know how tah keep secrets? He can handle Mor’du, sure, but can ‘e keep ‘is trap shut?” His voice hardened a bit, watching the other man for a moment. Call him an old fool but Seamus had few friends. He didn’t need anything happening to one of his oldest and, dare he say, dearest. 

He smiled a bit at the other’s comment, finally leaned back in his seat. “Too true. Trust me tah find trouble wherever I go, yeah? But, on that note: where should we venture first, eh?” He wiggled his eyebrows a bit, laughing. His mind was already running a mile a minute. He’d heard stories about the town, the area around it. There was the forest for miles, enough for a man to get lost in them. But he’d be up for it. It could do him some good, after all. 

“He’s very discreet, t’be honest,” Alasdair responded, still thinking abotu the whole situation. Truly, he’d learned that it wasn’t easy to mess with the Prince. He was, as much as it’d annoyed the Alasdair that was more in touch with Mor’du’s emotions, powerful. And yet he was lenient and didn’t cause trouble. That was the reason Alasdair didn’t like messing with him nowadays.

“Regarding that... Well, let’s just say that someone seems to’ve gone into the forest and caused damage, because it’s now harder t’navigate than ever. There’s thorn walls and blocked roads. Overall, we might’ve t’wait until that blows over. There’s many valuables in there as far as I c’n tell, but it’s not possible t’go in as things are.”

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Bear Eats Dog || Scamp & Mor’du

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tearing-down-those-fences:

Seth stood there staring at the bear who looked strangely amused at what was happening.   Even though he had been freaking out Seth knew that he needed some way to escape, he did not want to turn wolf, he didn’t want to loose the small bit of control he had.  

As soon as the bear charged Seth saw his chance.  He didn’t know what exactly his chance was but he felt like he had sliver of an idea.  The young man stayed in his place staring at the bear dead on, until it leapt.  Instantly Seth moved to the left trying to throw off the bear and began booking it in that direction.  

Seth knew the bear was right behind him, if not it was at least a few feet, he was not going to fall for its tactics again.  

For a moment he felt like he was actually escaping, but that was until Seth felt his right foot hook onto a large root.  Before he could stop himself the werewolf felt a sharp pain run through his ankle.  The pain sent the man tumbling forward.  After his body rolled to a stop Seth laid on the ground, motionless for a few seconds.  Slowly lifting his head he shifted his upper body to look behind him.  

The bear’s rage immediately rose when the man managed to evade him - What did he think he was doing? He was only making his incoming pain much more intense.

With another growl, the heavy bear did his best to turn on his heels, and immediately start chasing after the other, almost clumsily. When he fell in front of him, the creature laughed under his breath.

With a second, even louder roar, right in the boy’s face, he announced his victory: Mor’du would be the last thing this puny creature would see in his life. His enormous claw raised in the air, and prepared, before swiping in an attempt to damage the stranger.

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Bear Eats Dog || Scamp & Mor’du

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Once the giant bear jumped out of the bushes Seth dove out of the way. Before the young man could get up and run he felt himself out of instinct look up at the bear letting out what sounded almost like a snarl.  But as soon as he felt himself start to loose control Seth quickly forced himself back, shoving his more feral side to the back of his head.  

During his own moments of internal conflict he instantly noticed that he had been on the ground for far too long.  Before he was fully up he instantly began to back up still keeping his eyes on the bear who was now dangerously close to him.  

“I really need to get the fuck out of here.”  Seth told himself once he fully regained control of his head.

A low growl left the bear’s mouth, who almost seemed to smile at the sight of his prey. He’d missed the thrill of the hunt. Going after human invaders had always been a fond memory of his, and now he could easily relive it, considering people appeared much weaker than back when he fought redcoats.

No. This was a tender child who only ran because Mor’du let him. He was at the bear’s complete mercy, and his life was about to end.

With a loud roar, the bear charged forth and leapt toward the child, almost savoring the feeling of his prompt demise.

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Bear Eats Dog || Scamp & Mor’du

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tearing-down-those-fences:

As soon as Seth entered the forest he turned his head to get one final look at the bear.  It was huge, bigger than the ones he had ever seen in a zoo, whatever this thing was it clearly was no ordinary bear.  But as freaky as the bear looked, it was far from being the most quiet.  “This is fucking great.” Scamp murmured under his breath as he turned back around and sprinted deeper into the trees.

As he ran he ignored any thing that would possibly tell him where he was going.  He’d worry about getting back to town later, all he needed was to loose the bear. 

After what felt like ages of running Seth skidded to a halt.  But before he could even try to catch his breath, Seth needed to make sure that he had actually lost the creature. So with one stifled breath the young adult instantly began to scan the forest around him.  As much as he despised his new werewolf abilities it definitely came in handy in crazy situations like this, all he needed was the slightest snap of a twig or scent then he would be of running even deeper into the forest.

The boy was surprisingly agile, but that was no problem for Mor’du. After all, the bear knew the forest like the back of his claw. Well, not exactly, but he knew enough of it. Much more than the puny human for certain.

He didn’t bother to hide his presence as soon as he was close to the human. In fact, Mor’du let out another roar, and leapt out of the bushes toward him. Yes, he was defenseless, and an easy prey. It was almost... disappointing.