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[Nacola Vargr]

It shouldn't have gotten to this point, at least not for the noble house that had started their war with Nacola. Sure, she was hunting on their land, taking their resources, but to her boundaries meant nothing.

What started as a small reward to capture the savage woman, exploded to a much bigger tragedy. When confronted about her trespasses, she chose murder. She stained the earth with the blood of her opponents. She thought that would be the end of it. She was very, very wrong.

Her trespass and murder led to a crusade for her to be brought to justice. Her reward growing larger and larger with every death. Finally, it reached its climax. Nacola went right to the source of the problem.

She reached the mansion that had caused her so much grief. War paint covered her face and her arms. Determination filled her eyes. This would be the end. With a savagery only she was capable of, she dismantled the mansion in a hail of earth and fire.

The ground opened, the mansion crumbled. She used blood magic to turn soldiers against each other. She burnt them, buried them alive. None lived through her hail and anger. She thought now this would be then end, it only spurred her bounty further.

A giant purse of gold was offered in her retrieval, dead or alive. If she had known, she would have run faster and further. Instead, she spent her time enjoying the land she already had been. It was free of men now, and she was able to do as she pleased.

If one were to come across her, the would find her arms deep in the belly of a freshly killed deer, scooping its guts out onto the bloodstained grass.
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Nacola grunted softly as she separated the pelt from the flesh of the deer, coated in it's blood. Even as skilled as she was, it took time. She rolled the pelt as she fired it, setting it to the side. She slide her hunting knife across the belly, reaching in to remove the stomach and intestines. She gently carved the heart out, biting into its tender flesh as she took a small break.

Wind brushed through the trees, and she continued her work. She fully expected to be left to her devices, despite the destruction she had caused but three days ago.

She certainly didn't expect to be tracked, hunted, or slain. To her, it was justice. Nature claimed its own path, and that was how she thought as well. She knew no different. She lifted her head, tilting it as she listened. She wasn't sure, but she thought she had heard the approach of footsteps.

Acteon Cass

 

[Acteon Cass]

Gold was proving to be an issue. More of it always seemed to be required with each new evaluation of his plans. Everything cost more and more. An ever rising price upon goods. The Reach had seen some conflict of late and with that others had begun to arm themselves more, which was not good for him. It was the source of those inflating prices on arms and armor as well as made finding quality crafts difficult. So while he was still keeping his purchases in small amounts to avoid suspicion, it was draining his coffer far too quickly.

So despite how much Acteon loathed the idea, he returned back to a more regular habit with taking sellsword jobs. He remained picky, as always, and it had paid off once more. A high paying bounty had been issued by some noble. A monster had wrecked their mansion and slaughtered many of their members. A devastating disaster to be sure. But their disaster proved to be his good fortune as they had placed a hefty price on bringing this monster back to them dead or alive.

Acteon aimed to claim it.

So he found himself with a guide working directly for the noble and a fancy collar with a lock on it. It was meant to prevent the one who wore it from using magic. Simply place it around their neck and snap the lock shut. Once it was shut all their magic would be sealed away until the lock was opened once more. The collar could be removed and worn by another without any ill effect, but the lock would be impossible to break or open without its key. Truly an expensive and specific device they had procured for the purpose of catching this monster.

It was a shame the Allirian had stolen the key while staying at the same inn as the noble while their mansion was being repaired. He was not about to trust another noble employer to not betray him. The key was insurance that he was paid properly. He would catch this monster after sealing away the magic it had used to destroy this noble's life and hand it and they key both over once he had received his full payment.

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Acteon followed the scout as they moved through the brush as quietly as possible. He had not seen any signs of a monster as they traveled nor had gotten a single strange scent. Only animals and people. But the scout was adamant that they were getting close to it. All he could do was trust this rather unhinged man's word and follow along.

And what met his eyes when they finally arrived at the monster? A woman. One adorned in a more wild fashion, but still a woman. One who's body was well built and clearly knew how to handle herself given the prey she was currently expertly butchering before them. Interesting. So she was this monster that had torn everything apart? If she possessed magic that would explain it. If she was even half as powerful as this noble and his unhinged woodsman claimed then she would prove useful. Too useful to waste handing over to a man likely looking to torture her before killing her as cruelly as possible.

Already he had formed a plan. He had all the pieces to gaining everything he wanted in hand. The first step would be securing this vile monster and finding a way to win her over. Then he could proceed to the next step.

But as he was reviewing it all over once again in his head, he heard that near silent twang of a bow string being drawn next to him. His eyes instantly darted over to the woodsman and saw him taking aim at her. A frown crossed his face. The fool. His action even seemed to alert her as she began to look about.

A hand was quickly tightened around the woodsman's arm and forced him to lower his bow. This got him a nasty look but before any words could follow he simply flashed the collar to the man and said in a low whisper only the pair of them could and would hopefully hear, "Your master wants his monster alive. I am giving her to him that way. Do nothing until I tell you otherwise or I will let her deal with you."

A hard look was made but the woodsman swiftly gave in. The bow was completely lowered and no longer drawn. The arrow remained notched. His eyes went back to glaring murder at the woman who had taken a bite out of her deer's heart.

"Good. Now wait here." Acteon whispered same as before.

Then the Allirian began to do his utmost to sneak up on the woman. His sensitive nose and ears alerting him if he might be making too much of his presence known along the way. Once he got himself close enough to her he would sprint at her full speed. She was tackled to the ground and in the same motion had the collar placed around her neck. The lock was clicked into place.

Acteon prayed to Lady Luck that this thing did what it was suppose to do. He was now on top of her an in impossible to miss range for any magic she possessed if she was able to use it.

Nacola Vargr

 

[Nacola Vargr]

Nacola had paused listening intently, she rose from her crouch to study her surroundings. She stood still as stone for a moment or two before deciding to resume her task. She had no clue she was being stalked like an animal, and it made her fall into a sense of security.

It was only until he was almost upon her, did she realized she was being run at. She turned just as a mass of man tackled her to the ground. Before she could even react, she could feel the snap of iron on her neck. She hissed in anger as she looked up at her assailant. Anger quickly turned to frustration as she soonlear her magic was not working.

Nacola attempted to wiggle free as he straddled her, her lips in a snarl as she stared at him with murderous intent. She spat in his face, a mixture of blood and saliva, her hands searching for purchase to escape. "Get the fuck off me, dog. I will rip you apart for this." She would not go quietly, especially not in the grip of a werewolf.

Acteon Cass

 

[Acteon Cass]

The Allirian was proud to note that his ambush was very successful. He had managed to mount her after getting the collar around her neck and was now focused on keeping her pinned. His arms holding her own to the ground as he towered over her. It was a position he would take more pleasure in having if not for a few circumstances. That guide was still lingering somewhere in the bushes ready to kill this woman given the slightest justification and that comment she had made.

A frown had formed on his face when she had called him a dog.

It was not unusual for men to be called that. He had been called it before plenty. It was especially common for a woman to call a man one. Nothing about it should be so strange.

But it was the way she said it. She knew what he was. He just knew that she did. It was no accident and no mindless slip of her tongue. This woman was aware that he was a werewolf and yet still chose to insult him and threaten him. A mixed bag. Someone knowing what he was was never a good thing. Weaknesses could be exploited and fear began to rule the mind causing unpredictability that he loathed dealing with. But it made her all the more interesting and appealing. A warrior who did not fear even a werewolf might be willing to do some less than wise jobs. Jobs he knew would need to be done in the future.

So he just lowly growled at her so his "companion" would not hear it. Then he leaned in closer making it look from the outside as if he was adjusting to pin her better.

In a low, hushed voice he said to her, "I am not going to kill you. There is a man in the bushes who will. So listen or I can not promise you will go unharmed."

He leaned up a bit. Not giving her any real time to respond he yelled out, "I have her! Bring me the rope!"

Then he looked at her and said in the hushed voice from before, "I will kill him once he gets over here. Do not struggle too much."

The guide came out of the bushes. A rough woodsman with a thick beard of peppered black moved over to them with rope for binding in hand. His bow was left in the bush and his knife remained sheathed while his hatchet hung from his belt.

Despite his words the woman did not seem to ease up on her struggling to him. That got more of a frown from him. She was not very aware of her place or position right now. If he wanted her dead then he easily could have ended her already. She was at his mercy and should act like it rather than pointlessly struggle against him.

But that annoyance was due in some part to the nearing of the full moon. It was always like this for him. He became more emotional and his desires less controlled. The smell of the fresh deer blood for instance was making him hungry. Something he never would have felt if the moons were not so near being full. And him currently being on top of her was making his desire to breed her grow. Not make love to but breed like a wild beast.

All of it was pushed back. Acteon had more pressing tasks right now. The first being moving her arms together into a position to be bound together, which he did despite how this woman was no doubt fighting against him.

The guide did his part well. Securely the woodsman bound her arms together. An action that freed up one of Acteon's hands. He was moving to do the same to her feet, but the Allirian instead moved onto his next task. Using his newly freed hand, in one smooth motion he drew his dagger and plunged it deep into the man's thigh. A scream of pain erupted out of him as he dropped down onto his knee. But he was silenced as the dagger was pulled out and slide up to slice open the man's throat. Before the blood could begin to flow, the blade was jabbed through the bottom of his jaw up into his brain.

The woodsman crumpled to the side. What life left in him was spent in a confused daze of pain and hopelessness as his body could no longer function. And so he lay there next to the deer and died from either drowning in his own blood or the lose of it spilling out upon the cold ground.

Acteon turned his attention to the woman. "You did not listen. Seems I will need to show you your place."

He knew her kind. They did not follow the same laws and rules as more civilized people. There was only one thing they understood and that was force. If he wanted her to know their dynamic then he would need to teach it to her by placing her in it roughly.

And he had certain desires to sate.

So he picked her up as he stood and carried her to a less blood filled spot. His grip like a vice no matter how much she struggled and fought to free herself. Once he found a good enough place he would toss her onto the ground and get her onto her belly. One hand would be used to pin her to the ground while he lifted up her hips with the other.

He leaned forward as he did this and growled into her ear, "Be ready. I am feeling rather rough and forceful right now."

He was going to have his way with her.

Nacola Vargr

 

[Nacola Vargr]

Nacola was pissed, and even that was an understatement. She was pinned against her will, and her magic was taken from her. Still she fought, she never went down without fighting. Hands, teeth, whatever she could to inflict damage.

She wanted to rip his eyes from his skull and jam them down his throat with the way he was looking at her. She was at his mercy and she was furious. He leaned in close and she squirmed harder, his weight making her escape impossible. He spoke, low and guttural. She was almost to worked up to listen.

It wasn't until the other emerged, a human that she rested. Her chest heaving as she waited for her next opportunity. He bound her hands tightly, her eyes staring angrily into the werewolve's. There was no defeat in them, only rage.

Her eyes widened only slightly as he murdered the human. Not so unpredictable, and he did say he would get rid of him. She watched the man fall to the earth, and narrowed her eyes at the mass straddling her. What was his aim?

He picked her up easily from the ground, and she did her best to kick away as he did. There was no way, she was stuck. There was no way out of this, whatever he wanted from her. He didn't go far, as he dropped her once again to the earth. She didn't have even a moment before he was on her. "Do your worst, dog." She knew what was coming, it wasn't uncommon in her own culture. She would accept the act of dominance willingly.

Acteon Cass