Night Before Rahu || Shiloh // Edlenor || FB4
Shiloh navigated closely behind. Taking in the various sheep strolling through the decreped, poorly run town. It seemed a waste to him. Watching the humanâs whose skills in trades should be flourishing even among the proverty. That with a little gold from the Castle or a rich Lord could bring about a bustling town filled with better life. They needed a leader here. Someone to encourage that their life wasnât forfeit, that stealing and petty crime was pointless when it came to the grand scheme of their lineage. Wasnât there pride here? A want to watch their children grow into the people who aided to run their country?
Awre wasnât like that growing up for him. He lived in the Lavender gardens of his mothers. The hills of purple flowers going so far you couldnât see the horizon. His parents were firm on their want for him to suceed, and he had to give it to them. He had been. Whatever things said, or motivation marked to his subconscious that he ended up exactly what they knew he could be. Enough for Silas too. Enough to be given a gift and taught even more to the power the Garrett line held in his veins. Proud that he could even wield the gift, was important enough to be taken into an all Lupus pack as a homid.
Shiloh sat on the barrel, picking at the edging until it started to come loose. The moon tugged at his beast. Painting her light over his shoulders as a blanket of want, and he phased his claws, grinning as more wolven features took over his arms. Stretching the fabric along his chest until it threatened to rip in half. âThe full moon is tomorrow,â he said worrying his lip into his mouth, not fighting the frightening grin that marked his handsome face. He let a sheen of amber filter over his hazel for a second before phasing all his wolven features back to his homid illusion like sand being blown off the docks.
His heart was racing. Fueling his beast as he looked up into the sky to see the nearly completed face. A woman walking by the ally brought his eyes lightening fast to hers, hearing her own heart jump from the intensity. The sweat of frozen fright that marked along her brow, and arms as her eyes blew out in a dilation of fright. He licked his lips, feeling his fangs shift into a menacing grin as the woman took off running like she hadnât seen a thing. The wolf was up in seconds, taking five steps towards the woman he could smell rich in the ally. But paused, looking into the window of the house they were staking out.
"I need to hunt now," he said deepily, throat phased more wolven that growled into almost the ancient language of the Garou. He listened into the space, hearing three heartbeats, smelling their sweet, honey infused fragrance waft under the door. Could hear their laughs, jokes that painted an image of their pretty, perfect faces swelling with happiness as they leaned back in laughter. "There are three in there," he growled out. Tasting their perfume, letting it stain on his tongue that instantly drew out more of his beast. "I want them," he said letting a small amount of his control fade as the moon peered on lovingly. "I want them fucking now."
Edlenor took out a knife and started fiddling with it. If they were going to wait for a chase he would have to keep his mind busy, and talking alone wouldnât be enough to do that. Every time he turned the knife over the blade grazed his skin but never nicked it. He had perfected the art over the years so much that anyone who watched him thought that he was going to cut himself. However, after the first few years of practicing, he never did.
"I do too, but if we wait then there'll be more to hunt." He shot a smug, open-mouthed smile in Shilohâs direction. "And the more there are to hunt, the more fun we'll have." You just have to be patient, Edlenor thought to himself, though he didn't doubt the wolf would be.
They waited for about an hour but it only felt like half of that. Surprisingly enough, the two men were able to fill the time quite easily, swapping hunting stories and other humorous tales. They had both been outsiders for what seemed to each of them like so long - it made it easier for them to connect. After their waiting, a group of female elves exited the building. It wasnât all of them, Edlenor knew that, but it was enough to make their hunt a challenge and worthwhile. He could tell from the way their cloaks wrinkled that bows and quivers hid underneath the exquisite cloth.
He waited until they were far enough along that they could start following them without being noticed. âLetâs go.â Edlenor got up before explaining. âTheyâre caring bows and arrows under their cloaks. Itâs a hunting trip.â They didnât bring any males with them, that would make his job easier. Whenever he hunted elves he always tried to spare the male ones. If they got in the way or defended the females, Edlenor didnât hesitate to attack, but as long as they stayed out of the way, he didnât harm them. In most of his experiences though, the male elves actually joined him in the fight against their oppressors if they got the chance and were capable.
Edlenor flipped up the hood of his cloak and ventured a little closer. They still didnât notice the two men. In this case Shiloh was an advantage to him. They probably didnât know the wolf, and despite travelling with Edlenor whoâs hood was up, as long as Shiloh looked innocent, they probably would just write them off as two more faces in the crowd. âKeep a smile on - look innocent. If they see me theyâll recognize me, but they donât know you.â
