Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131228033942/@comment-12599067-20131231030050

Hircine looked down at the monstrous hunting party as spirits, wargs, and witches gathered around him, preparing for a hunt that would last for the whole night. He laughed quietly and pounded his spear on the ground, silencing the hunters.

''"It has been many years since I have hunted in this realm, my Children. Longer still since I have seen the wilds of High Rock. This is the night, the night where we once more strike fear into the hearts of the mortal prey once more!" ''he yelled to the miniature army that had assembled by his side. "To arms, hunters! Spread out and strike down those who would oppose my power! Tonight, we revel in the thrill of the chase! TO ARMS!" he commanded, his voice shaking the ground.

Makoru didn't want to move, but something in him forced him to hunt. He was hungry, and tonight he would feast on all those who would appose the Huntsman. He leapt past Nahlgaaf and Anwen, the wargs and huntsmen following his lead and tearing through the forest in all directions. His yellow-orange eyes turned bloodred as he tore across the rought terrain, and he leapt upon the first thing he saw: an unlucky deer that had been in his path. He tackled it and tore it apart in an instant, a second skinwalker joining him in the hunt.

A giant warg the color of stone trotted over to Anwen and Nahlgaaf as the witches and other wolf-kin slunk into the forest. It growled and advanced on them, preparing to tear them apart.