A Hunter's Beginning, and A Fae Reborn

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Rowan PoV, fifteen years ago:

                                    I smelled blood. Not quite fresh, but certainly blood. I loped up the hill, looking down to see my prey, a pair of smelly, dog-like human corpses. They looked at me and roared, and I leaped down, blades flashing as the creatures screamed in pain. Soon, I walked away, covered in blood, a sickly-sweet smell filling my nose.



                                    "What's...That Smell? Blood...Must hunt...The Blood..." I growled, before roaring as I felt bones crack and pop, and I transformed.



Mother Miranda PoV:

                                      I sat at my desk, sighing as I finished writing in my notebook, another failed experiment. I leaned back in my chair, massaging my temples, when I heard a ear-splitting screech. I shot up, rushing upstairs and outside to see what was happening, and I saw nothing outside my house, but I heard Karl yelling in the distance and lycan howling. 



                                      "Get that big bastard, you filthy idiots! It's tryin' to kill you, so kill it faster!" Karl yelled, and I heard snarling as I let my crows transport me, reappearing next to Karl, who jumped when I arrived.



                                       "Goddamnit! You scared me!" He barked, and I rolled my eyes.



                                        "So? Grow a pair, then. What're you...What in the name of the Black God?" I watched as the lycan attacked a massive beast, that I could only describe as a werewolf on steroids. It was at least eleven feet tall, but hunched over somewhat, so it was hard to tell its actual height. Long, sharp blades served as its claws as it annihilated the lycan who got close, snarling maw full of long fangs, glinting in the moonlight. Strangely, perched on its nose was a pair of sunglasses, which didn't cover the glowing red eyes of the beast, and a hat sat on its head, while the rags of clothes covered it somewhat.



                                            "You are a beauty..." I murmured to myself as it completely decimated the lycan, and before Karl could start yelling again, I held up a hand.



                                            "Karl, go home. I'll handle this creature." I ordered, and he looked at me like I was insane, before walking away and shrugging.



                                             "Alright you crazy bitch, have fun getting a new one ripped open. I'm going to go home and be safe, gay, and happy." He yelled over his shoulder, and I smirked.



                                               "Correction: Safe, gay, very lonely and sad." I chuckled to myself, before refocusing on the slathering beast in front of me, which looked quite hungry.

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