Clashing Titans
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WC:500+

It had only been a couple of days since the Knight had been in the city, and only a couple days before that. In fact this was his third time coming to the city in the past week. In all honesty it helped him relax. Halifax was his second home, a place where he could always find a place to stay, a new face to get to know and a good hard drink before bed. With winter underway he knew it was about time to gather supplies for the pups. Their winter coats probably would not grow out very nicely considering they were hardly a month in age and they were already complaining about being cold at night. They would also need toys to keep them entertained indoors until the spring weather hit. Once spring was here they would be old enough to explore the territory with him, learn to hunt and track. He looked forward to that day.


Stopping in front of a toy store he looked in the front window. There was a good variety of trinkets that Sophia and Aro might enjoy. Entering he looked around touching the different texture completely in awe of the human inventions. Finally his hands and eyes wandered over to a few shelves filled with stuffed animals. Most of the creatures he had never seen, some only in books. He managed to recognize a few such as the bears and cats. Smiling he lowered his back pack off of a broad shoulder and packed a teddy bear and a panda. Exiting the building he was quite sure that the pups would enjoy having these fluffy creatures to help keep them entertained during the day and comfortably warm in the night. Which would leave him with more sleep and time to relax as the pups were kept amused.


As he walked his nose began to twitch. What was that smell? The warrior ignored it for a while but the further south he walked the stronger the scent became. The scent began to register in his mind as he raised part of his lip in disgust. Why would someone leave their prey laying around in the city? Good meat was hard to come by this time of year. His large feet continued in the direction of the smell, his muzzle pointed towards the ground as he walked, suddenly he was shocked to see little spots of red, a bloody trail from the prey. He stood stunned as he stared into the alley. Corpses lined the narrow path but not those of deer or rabbits but that of wolves. He walked nervously down the dark alley, pulling the sword out of the sheath as he turned the corner and a fresh scent mixed with the blood sent adrenaline flying through his body. The owner of the smell was not given a moment of mercy as the giant let out a deep growl and bared his teeth. There was no mistaken that the victim's blood was on this strangers hands, making him the murderer.




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