𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙎𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙃 | 𝘾𝙐𝙍𝙎𝙀𝘿 - 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙋𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙆

𝘤 𝘩 𝘢 𝘱 𝘵 𝘦 𝘳 𝘰 𝘯 𝘦

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one - the men in red robes

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Quirina dismounted her horse, swinging her bow over her shoulder and entering the gates of her village. It was a small place that bordered the forest on one side and the Beartooth mountains on the other. No other villiage was around for miles, and they liked it like that, for the residents of Pelt weren't very accepted in society.

Because they were all wyrewolves.

Once a month, or at will, they transformed into bloodthirsty and monstrous beasts. And for that - they were hated.

And Quirina was ostracized by them.

Whispers followed her as she walked through the streets, saying things like Demon, Shadow girl, witch. Quirina had long since gotten used to them, in fact she relished the hatred for her, 'I'll let the rumors turn me into a legend.'

As she ducked her horse, Caliban, into his stable a voice met her ears.

"So, Miss Shadowsmith, kill any Paladins?"

She didn't bother turning around, "Fifty something, Drazhan - they had a town just on the other side of the wood."

Drazhan was a tall boy with fair skin, dark brown hair and eyes and a rather troublemaker personality. Though they shared the same surname, they were not related. In werewolf customs the entire pack shared one surname to identify them. They were part of the Vaelin pack, hence they had the same name.

"Do you think they knew it was you?" he asked, stroking her horse affectionately.

She shrugged, "They don't know who I am. But they do know something is off. Maybe they'll think a bunch of Fey did it and move on to burn the nearest Fey village."

They stayed silent for a moment, before Drazhan inquired, "Shouldn't we be helping the Fey. I mean, we're both magic."

Quirina shook their heads, "It was a Fey curse that bound us to the moon, remember - the elders will never forget that."

"But we can change at will now thanks to the druids," he argued.

She sighed, "Why are you speaking to me about this, I have no control over what the alpha chooses. She just sends me to kill people everyday, I'm nothing but a means to an end to her."

Drazhan groaned, "Don't say that. You're the sorceress that the legends speak of, the one who will unite the packs. The one who summons shadows."

"There's no way in hell the seven werewolf packs will look at each other, let alone unite. Have you seen how stubborn we are?" She left the stable, walking into the woods.