Sindra took a brief moment to examine the sorceress and werewolf pair. The werewolf was wearing a black denim jacket with a white tank-top and black skinny jeans, topped off with black combat boots. Her hair was that same raven-black and Sindra could see very, very faint silver scars lining her face and collarbone. She had two long and wicked knives hanging from her belt, as if a creature as powerful as her would need them, but they were probably only meant to intimidate. As for the sorceress, she had on a tan trench-coat with black leggings and black boots, and her shoulder-length hair was a very rich brown color. She had several charms in the form of silver necklaces and bracelets, and it didn't take a fellow magic-wielder to tell that those charms radiated dangerous power.
"I thought I caught a whiff of something exceptionally nasty," the werewolf woman growled, tightly folding her arms across her chest. "Two desperate hunters in my house loaded to the brim with silver. How lovely."
Sindra finally found her voice again. "This isn't your house, it belonged to the late farmer that owned it before you aimlessly slaughtered him," she spat back. She raised her handgun and pointed it at the werewolf's face. Her finger moved to pull the trigger half a second later, but then the sorceress simply raised her hand and threw Sindra against the wall. She grunted and was forced to drop her gun, as Koda cried out for her. Then the sorceress threw him against the wall too and let out a breezy chuckle. "You hunters really are pathetic, thinking you could find us here and try to kill a werewolf and a sorceress together. Hm, maybe this will be your last hunt?" Her wicked grin was enough to unsettle even the strongest hunter, but Sindra wouldn't bow.
The werewolf snickered from nearby. Sindra couldn't see her or sense her, an effect from the sorceress probably. Which was why she couldn't have sensed her earlier either, and why they were even in this mess. "Enough talking, Rose. Let's just kill them now and be done with it. Alaric would be very, very pleased to see her head on a platter."
Sindra struggled against the unseen magic. Koda grunted next to her. "Huh? Who the hell...?"
The sorceress, Rose, rolled her eyes and briefly turned to face the werewolf, who was just outside of Sindra's periphery on the far side of the porch. "Now you're the one that's speaking too much. I know you're excited, but you need to learn to hold your tongue. And don't you dare say my name in front of hunters ever again."
She moved her hand ever so slightly, and then the world went dark.
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Sindra woke up in what she could only assume was the house's basement. She could see Koda farther away, still asleep from whatever magical coma they had been put under. They were tied in chairs in opposite corners of the room wrists and ankles bound. She internally swore to herself. If only the sorceress's magic hadn't been powerful enough to trump her senses... then she would've been able to sense the werewolf possibly lurking down here. Instead, she and Koda had basically given them the best opportunity to sneak out and surprise them while they were hopelessly searching the upstairs. But still, it wasn't Sindra's fault that they had been outsmarted by a very powerful and intelligent sorceress/werewolf duo. Yeah, even that sounded pathetic.
"Do not tell Alaric yet. Trust me, we're going to want to keep this to ourselves for now." That was the sorceress. "I've dealt with something like this before."
"Yes, but have you dealt with a hunter prophesied to slay someone like Alaric? The Alaric?" The werewolf growled. "For fuck's sake, she really might figure out how to kill him if she ever sets her mind to it! Prophecies don't lie, you know as well as I do." She let out a ragged breath. "So let's kill her now and then we can figure out what to do with the boy later." Typical werewolves, always jumping headfirst into violence without thinking a single inch of common sense. And what is she even talking about with prophecies and this Alaric guy? She hoped she would find out soon enough, even though this seemed like the last duo that would ever tell her a single scrap of information.
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Sinnamon
ActionTwenty-two year old Sindra 'Sinnamon' Watts is an exceptionally experienced werewolf hunter, traveling cross-country to hunt the legendary species for reward money... and to find the very beast that had failed to kill her eight years ago. In the und...