On an eerie December night thick clouds covered a lush green field of Ireland's darkest city. This city was one of pure disillusion and folklore . Nothing was truly what it seemed, But nothing was truly not what it seemed either. This city was call Loreing. Named by the ones in the surrounding cities which were full of human people. These poor mortals feared everything. Thinking that every evil thing came from some impossible god, Or this sinister demon lord. Poor sad creatures. They never once realized that it was mans fault for these evils that befell them.
Now in this small seemingly dieing remnant of a town sat what looked like a half knocked down castle and a handful of small cottages that sat in various stages of disarray and different levels of broken down. But in the farther most corned of this castle remnant could be seen a lone flicker of life. Smoke arose from a hidden location of fire started by no one. Or so on lookers would assume. By this fire sat a rather large hooded figure. Nothing could be seen of him but the huffs of breath that smoked pure white against this dark night sky. In front of this figure sat a small fire, Or what was left of one, The embers glowed hot in a small pit dug halfheartedly into the ground. At the feet of this figure laid bits and pieces of some rather large sized animal. The bones stripped clean of they're meat and sucked clear of they're marrow. Patches of fur lay scattered around the dimly lite area and there was a pool of blood where most obviously this animal her been laid out.
As the smoke rose, and this hooded figure sat in the damp and silent night a small slender woman walked into the castle walls a piece of animal skin was tied low on her hips and a leather vest was fastened tight to her chest. A belt of braided leather was tied overlapping her,For lack of a better word, Skirt from which hung a rather impressive dagger twenty-four inches from hilt butt to blade tip. The woman had waist length thick brown hair which was braided and tied into a knot on the back of her head. Her eyes where as the purest emeralds that seemingly glowed in the dark. As the woman came into sight the large hooded figure revealed himself. Tossing back his hooded cape revealed a scene that to anyone else would have cause terror to ravage there bodies and surly die of a heart attack. Under that cloak had been a creature of extraordinary size and built. Made of man and wolf he stood at over nine feet tall. His head as big as a shires, his hands twice that of the largest mans. His chest and shoulders screamed power and his legs looked as if he could circumnavigate the globe on foot.
Now as he approached the girl she paused and glanced around the clearing and spoke “Demetre, Why must you always litter our den with your dinners remains?” The beast lifted the few logs from her arms and tossed them on the burning coals . “Let a wolf have have his pleasures my dear.” The sound the emanated from this beast came as a stark contrast to his enormous and terrifying exterior. His voice was kinda and gentle , for his companion it held a bit of jest. His voice was calming, relaxing even. Almost like a seasoned reader whom you could listen to for hours. The woman shook her head and walked about the fire picking up the bones and tossing them to onto the flames. “You could toss these else where. I don't ask you for much” The wolf man sat again eying his friend, a glint of his teeth visible as he smiled at his friends words. “ Lona dear. Do be civil.” She shot him an evil stair “If you weren't a beast right now I'd take you.” A deep growl like chuckle rumbled in Demetre's chest “You couldn't take me as a man. Even if both hands where tied behind me back and you had beaten me on the head.” Lona rose to her feet her eyes not leaving his”You love to provoke me don't you?” Demetre nodded and Lona shook her head folding her legs under her as she sank to the ground. “Did you at least save me a bit of dinner ?” she questioned her stomachs call audible. Demetre got a saddened look on his face. Though to the common eye his expression did not change much from the one before just now his eyes seemed wider with a slight farrow in his brow and his jaw had shifted. “Lona, I may be a beast but I'm not unkind.” He tossed her a stick with a chunk of lean thigh meat cooked till is was golden brown on the outside. She smiled as she caught the meal “Mmmm You are an amazing cook for someone who eats his food raw.” She tore into the tender meat ,fat slowly dripping down the side of her bottom lip. “Oh please do find your manners.” Demetre said mocking his companion. Loan ignored him and continued eat.
Once she had finished her meal Lona licked her lips and fingers clean and turned to Demetre. “So how are we to find this friend of yours, This Sir Be'vale ?” Demetre looked down at Lona over his thickly furred muzzle as his top lip curled up over his sharp glistening white teeth. “He's already here.” Lona looked very confused and glanced around her looking for any trace of being other then themselves. She could see nor smell anything. Her eyes met Demetre's once again and at that instant she saw a shadowed refection in his gaze. She jumped to her feet yet still holding crouch . Her hand hovered just over the hilt of her dagger and a soft growl of annoyance came to her lips. 'Why did you not warn me someone was so near' She speaking to his mind. 'Relax . He is our friend.' All he had to do was simply think his reply and she could pick it up. No need for words which in her humble opinion where a waste of air. But to those who could not communicate with there mind it was a necessary evil .
A tall figure seemed to float into the light cast be the fire . A black cloak cover the being underneath from the eyes of his company. A soft, gruff, raspy, yet enthralling voice emanated from the shadow under the hood. “Please calm yourself child.” Most apparently he was speaking to Lona. Demetre sat calm and quite off to the one side peering at the figure . “Hello friend.” The beast greeted the figure “Please reveal yourself to this one. She can be savage and would calm better if she can lay her eyes upon her.” A deep chuckle came from the new one and a slender pale hand slide between the folds of the cloak and pulled back the hood. As the light hit the figure's pale face Lona's entire demeanor changed . Her body became fully relaxed and she stood folding her hands over her waist. “My lord.” She curtsied and kept her eyes cast to the ground. Sir Be'vale's eyes were a shade of purple that glowed without light. His skin was severely pale. So pale that you could trace the blue lines of his blood veins down his long lean neck and over his entire body if it were to show. His hair was coal back and long pulled back in to a deep purple ribbon.
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