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A notice would be slipped, the cautious hunter looking over the information, pouring over the notes, the profile, the sightings...
"This is her? The lycanthrope?" He would ask, looking up before adjusting his red cloak. It's common for Hunters to be dispatched to take care of... problems. Especially ones so new to Primrose.
"She's not in the registry..." A figure across the table would reply, pouring over more documents, more targets for the Hunters Guild to deal with. "All I know is, she had an altercation with one of our Hunters before in the night district. And you know any lycanthrope not in the registry is automatically..."
"Kill on sight. I'm aware." He would place his hand on the note, pulling it away and stuffing under his cloak before turning and walking out from the stuffy office.
"Aura!" The figure would reply. "No mercy. She's a danger just by existing. The last thing we need is a feeding. Or worse..."
"... an outbreak. I'm aware, sir." The hunter would bow, leaving the office, set to take down his quarry...
The sounds of blades connecting would ring through the air, the artificial sun of this dome enough to weaken the lycanthrope considerably. It doesn't matter that she's wearing the jacket of a friend. Surely... surely the beast must have taken it from her after devouring her!
"No mercy!" Aura would shout, coming down with two blades against the lycan who seemed to be only on the defensive, her amethyst eyes looking over every part of Aura's assault... as if she was familiar with it before.
"K-Knock it off! I don't... rrrrrgghhh! Want to... hurt anyone!" the wolf would reply, blocking back against the hunter's blades, forced onto a back paw from the sheer force. It wouldn't stop however, the constant strikes pushing her back before a swift kick to her midsection would force the werewolf against the wall. Even with her strength and size, she was being beaten from the raw skill of her hunter. She would barely catch her breath before a sword would meet at her nose, her eyes glaring up with a snarl.
"Why are you wearing her jacket?!" Aura would shout, demanding an answer. If this beast was coherent, then it may reveal that his friend was...
"... THIS jacket? This... This is MY jacket, Aura!"
"... Mako?"
Smol tired prompt... thought it'd be a fun lil writing exercise.
Aura is
Str8Aura
Art by
MarkisComic
"This is her? The lycanthrope?" He would ask, looking up before adjusting his red cloak. It's common for Hunters to be dispatched to take care of... problems. Especially ones so new to Primrose.
"She's not in the registry..." A figure across the table would reply, pouring over more documents, more targets for the Hunters Guild to deal with. "All I know is, she had an altercation with one of our Hunters before in the night district. And you know any lycanthrope not in the registry is automatically..."
"Kill on sight. I'm aware." He would place his hand on the note, pulling it away and stuffing under his cloak before turning and walking out from the stuffy office.
"Aura!" The figure would reply. "No mercy. She's a danger just by existing. The last thing we need is a feeding. Or worse..."
"... an outbreak. I'm aware, sir." The hunter would bow, leaving the office, set to take down his quarry...
The sounds of blades connecting would ring through the air, the artificial sun of this dome enough to weaken the lycanthrope considerably. It doesn't matter that she's wearing the jacket of a friend. Surely... surely the beast must have taken it from her after devouring her!
"No mercy!" Aura would shout, coming down with two blades against the lycan who seemed to be only on the defensive, her amethyst eyes looking over every part of Aura's assault... as if she was familiar with it before.
"K-Knock it off! I don't... rrrrrgghhh! Want to... hurt anyone!" the wolf would reply, blocking back against the hunter's blades, forced onto a back paw from the sheer force. It wouldn't stop however, the constant strikes pushing her back before a swift kick to her midsection would force the werewolf against the wall. Even with her strength and size, she was being beaten from the raw skill of her hunter. She would barely catch her breath before a sword would meet at her nose, her eyes glaring up with a snarl.
"Why are you wearing her jacket?!" Aura would shout, demanding an answer. If this beast was coherent, then it may reveal that his friend was...
"... THIS jacket? This... This is MY jacket, Aura!"
"... Mako?"
Smol tired prompt... thought it'd be a fun lil writing exercise.
Aura is
Str8AuraArt by
MarkisComic
Category All / All
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 2560 x 1440px
File Size 4.07 MB
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