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Gannis grinned. He was preparing to make a comment about how he could have thrown some bones to tell a fortunate too and it would be just as accurate as any other made up bollocks. To his annoyance, he was developing a soft spot for his charge. He hadn't wanted to train a foster and Larka was...

Vandor Colton Dog - for Gannis was not an imaginative man - walked into the clearing. He barely glanced at Vandor. Dog was a Custos Canem. A breed unique to the Venari hunters. He stood nearly four feet tall across the shoulders and was intelligent enough to understand most common trade...

Yeah I'm good! I think I've lost track on a vague posting order at this point. Maybe we all just agree we all get a post in each round of DM'ing? Lol

Gannis watched Vandor head on without the group. It irked him a little that the group was taking its time. Not because they were up against a deadline, but because Gannis wouldn't be the first to start exploring the woods. "Dog, look for trouble." His large hound immediately trotted on...

Gannis had intended to press on ahead. As the main group went to the town, he intended to take Larka into the woods to deal with their private mission. He fully expected to sweep the woods and find nothing that would bother a human town, but he would rather do that quietly on his own. "Come...

"I...you may have it," Gannis told Larka. It would be better if she was listening and he was free to talk. He led her outside of the establishment, out of earshot of the others. "I want you to remember, there's folk out there wouldn't be too kind to us if they knew how we worked." "We work...

"Two pies and whatever you fookin' want to eat when we get paid." If we get paid, he thought to himself silently. He trusted the client to pay them fairly, but there were times when a problem wasn't as big as anyone thought. The Venari were all taught to read and write. It was a rare skill...

"No," Gannis said plainly. He was already planning ahead. If there was a way to avoid all contact with the Knights, then he would have chosen that. "We'll have to talk to them tomorrow," he muttered. "If Argin wants this lot involved we'll have to make sure they don't get lost and then don't...

Larka To the nose of a Venari, the scent was unpleasantly heavy in the Gilded Harp. Perfume, stale drink and a mix of warm bodies. He didn't particularly appreciate any of the notes. "Straight to the bar," he murmured to Larka. That hadn't been the plan, but Gannis had changed his mind...

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He could feel warm blood spreading across his back. His anger and instinct to attack seemed to bleed away with his lifeblood. The yelp he heard from Larka reversed. It was a difficult life. Many novices died on their first hunt. She was at greater risk, given his fuck ups to date, but he...

He stood on all fours, muzzle close to the ground. With each breath, a stream of mist rolled through the dark fog. His white fur was matted with blood in several places, much clearly his own. Several wounded demons had retreated behind their leader. Gannis stood at the tip of the arrowhead...

They didn't taste right. Dark and bitter, like bile. It tempered his desire to bite deep, but did nothing for the need to rear and rend. Under the light of the moon he gave over a little more of himself to it. Not because he wanted to give up control - not entirely at least - but because he...

Gannis didn't feel fear like this, not in the usual sense. It drew more adrenaline into his system, made his senses sharper. It didn't make him want to turn back. Unleashed, finally, in the light of the moon. He wanted to rip and tear and sink his teeth down. The air was hot and heavy, a...

"It's not just us that has to run," Gannis said. He could almost feel the chill in the air from the passing of the wraith. He couldn't remember being in a place as dangerous as this, but he still looked at that risk with an objective calm. It was a calm that might not last, but Gannis had...