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Tue Feb 16, 2016 6:50 am
Izual had been laying on his bed of furs in the mansion when he heard the call. Abruptly, the Massacre sat up. Denise? That sickly bitch? Missing? That couldn’t be a good sign. Everyone was on edge about her sickness, and everyone was wary. He was even wary - and that was saying a lot.
As much as he didn’t want to go anywhere near the woman, this was a good opportunity to show the pack what he was good at. Tracking. Hunting down his prey - whether it be someone he was actually going to harm, or a pack member - it mattered not and it was all the same. Showing Inferni what he was good for was the only positive thing on his mind, and that was what pulled him off of his bed of furs and out the front door.
Being almost always in his Optime form, he didn't bother shifting down. He always did the tracking in this form, and in the snow, now, it would be no different. It would just take him longer to get to Vicira and whoever else gathered to her call.
It was a few minutes before he reached them, their gray and tan pelts stark against the white winter snow. The two of them were in their small, four-legged forms, and Izual towered over them. He only recognized Vicira as Vesper’s daughter - the one Belial warned him to stay away from. The other woman must have been new because he hadn’t had the pleasure.
”What have we here? A crazed Coyote in the woods?” he asked, coming upon them. He wasn’t surprised.
This would be cake because Izual already knew the subtle signs to look out for - shallow claw scratches on the trees at just the right height, scents rubbed on the bare branches and shrubs that she had passed, any tracks that they could find, of course. Only the snow would limit their sight and smell just a little.
Tue Feb 16, 2016 7:15 pm