<@Dreol> [Buda, Hungary, April 12th 1262, 10:30 PM] <@Dreol> [Rolf and Klaud left at dusk for the forested hills west of Buda. Klaud is currently crouched next to a tree, his eyes fixed, staring into the forest. He is dressed in dark leathers and carries no weapon. He moves back his unruly long hair revealing large, pointed furry ears, and he sniffs the air. "I can smell blood. One of the woodsmen, most likely, coming back from a hunt."] <@Dreol> [Begin] 06* Rolf growls lowly and sniffs the air himself, before replying, "Yes." A small pause, and then he continues, quietly, "Doesn't seem like the right kind of prey, but if you're looking for kine, there's going to be few others around." <@Dreol> [Klaud nods and then sniffs again and growls lowly. "That isn't human..." He moves forward... "The blood is too strong... " In the distance, Rolf can see the shadow of a massive human, he walks as if injured, limping and dragging himself along. Klaud's hands morph into razor sharp claws. "Be on your guard, Magnus Lupus."] 06* Rolf 's hands claw up too, eyes glowing as he looks into the darkness. 06* Rolf snorts and then says, "Lupine." A slight grin. "And we stumble upon one at night. God looks down on us with favor, for once." <@Dreol> [Klaud nods. "That he does..." He steps forward growling lowly. The lupine comes out of the darkness into the moonlight. His left leg is mangled and twisted, blood runs down his right despite his best efforts to hold it in. He falls to his knees and coughs up more blood. Klaud moves around the tree to the left, his body morphing onto a large, grey and white wolf as he does so.] 06* Rolf lopes around the other direction, not becoming a wolf quite yet as he moves. <@Dreol> [Klaud watches Rolf and nods to him, then he howls. The lupine turns his attention to Klaud, turning away from Rolf completely. "Huh...?"] <@Dreol> (lupine) 06* Rolf takes the chance to run out, quickly, to get his claws at the Lupine's throat. It's best to negotiate from a position of strength. Awww yeah. <@Dreol> [The werewolf is taken off guard and lets out a startled gasp as his throat is seized by Rolf's massive claws. He growls "What do you want, Wyrmkin?" Klaud also morphs back to his normal form and walks forward, but he allows Rolf to answer his prey.] 06* Rolf replies, lowly, in his traditional growlf, "I am Rolf, Magnus Lupus. I fight against Carthage, and where you may have heard rumors of what they do to your kind, I have seen your brethren from England tortured by their hands. Submit, and answer me what could have possibly wounded a Lupine so." <@Dreol> [The werewolf snarls and struggles against Rolf's grip. "The other wyrmkin from beyond the mountains. They slaughtered one of our scouting parties. I barely escaped. They chased after me. Their army is massive. They are preparing for something. More wyrmkin arrive every night."] 06* Rolf looks over at Klaud, then snarls and leans in. "Despite the summer? How are they managing that?" <@Dreol> [The werewolf growls. "How am I supposed to know that? Caravans arrive. From the east, from the south, even some from the west. At first we believed they were refugies or slaves, but they appear to be holding up in a castle in the mountains. My tribe sent a small group of us to count their numbers. We were discovered. I was trying to escape, throw them off the scent of my tribe and then <@Dreol> double back. I am not going to make it that far. I can feel my life leaving me. I will return to the earth." Klaud steps forward. "How many? How many are there!?"] <@Dreol> [The lupine shakes his head. "At least a thousand."] 06* Rolf snorts and says, "Maybe god's favor was on you." He lets go of his throat and moves around, tearing a section of his own clothing, upper arm-down, as he crouches to try and patch up the lupine. Bleeding out is the problem to solve. Even Rolf knows that. <@Dreol> [The werewolf growls, but is in no position to resist. He does not thank Rolf, rather he says, "Why would you help me, Wyrmkin? Our kinds have been at war since the dawn of creation."] 06* Rolf shrugs, and says flatly, "There's more at stake than a war with no victory. There's a demon on the rise, and an ancient kindred putting you under her boot." He snorts and looks to the werewolf. "We both share the moon." He then shrugs. "I'll fight you when there is something I need to take from you. Not before. We are hunters." <@Dreol> [The werewolf narrows his eyes and pushes himself to his feet. "I refuse to be indebted to a servant of the wyrm. I will repay you with this." He reaches into his pack and retrieves a scroll. "I took this off a wyrmkin that I killed. If you can read it, it is likely to save many of your kind." The scroll is written in some sort of ancient script, but at the bottom is bears a strange signature. It says "Ruthven" in plain script and then below that a large drawing of the Tzimisce insignia overlaying a backdrop of flesh and bone. The dragon that makes up the insignia has the same strange writing on it. The werewolf moves over and leans against a tree. "They all have it. It's some sort of invitation. I will rest here for a time and then return to my tribe. You should return to yours."] 06* Rolf takes the scroll and nods his head slightly. "Fine. But at least give me your name." <@Dreol> [The Werewolf snarls "I am Kresimir, of the Children of Gaia."] 06* Rolf nods, and takes a few steps back facing him before turning to head into the forest alongside Klaud. "Let us return from our hunt early. The prey we never expected, eh?" <@Dreol> [Klaud nods and laughs loudly. "Indeed... At least we are not returning empty handed, though. You are quite persuasive. We should have you interrogate the prisoner. Perhaps you could convince him to provide us with more information."] 06* Rolf chuckles weakly and rubs the back of his head. "Yeah... maybe. But this first." <@Dreol> [Klaud nods and heads back to the manor.] <@Dreol> [Session End Here]