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Rage and fury trembled along the acers of the grasslands. It was an unusual stormy day, light rain bouncing softly upon the ground, soaking it through and through. The sound of thunder echoed and rolled of the shallow area. There were no rabbits, rodents of any kind, nor large game in sight, all retreating to their homes among the shadows. In the midst of this airy rain ranked the smell of blood and a wolfish creature, who too reaked off blood. The blood was inoccent, three children and their mother slaughtered, unarmed, in the middle of the meadow. To most, the thought would be horrifying. Luces laughed at it with no care or guilt at all. He prefered this over protecting small human children. After all, if you already harm them by your presence, why not take them out of their pains.

The murder was quickly over, all the joy and fun disappearing with it. Luces trembled with rage and started to howl. He needed to kill. He need for all those humans and all those elves to pay for an unforgetable death of his friend. He promised himself that he would strike back with every bit of strength he had. He would do, what his feelings told him, the unimaginable. He killed the rest of his family, down to the very last baby, watching the die at his feet. It would only do enough to calm him a month. It had been five months since he last killed and his anger was building up. The lupine was in such a rage that he felt that he was drowning in his own terror. Luces want all the humans and elves in the world to just parish, along with all those half-breeds, angels, and the shapeshifters. What extent he would do just to go for that.

There he sat, three bodies strewn across his lap. He took out Lass and started stripping the children of flesh. Sarge, his wolf, came bounding up to him. Luces three a strip of meat, which Sarge gobbled up wildly. The worst of the storm had come. The rain came fast, pelleting down at the duo. Luces's anger and rage calmed as the wind picked up. Sighing, he sat there, letting his mind wander with the wind. He, suddenly, stood up and screamed in rage, before taking off, the woman's and children's bodies trailing behind him, Sarge at his feet.

Rain pelted down with a furious and powerful vengeance, it scored Marcus' skin with an icy burn. Thousands of tiny missiles fell upon him, leaving a slight tinge of rust and despair upon his holy armor. As the rain fell harder and faster Marcus was forced to retreat to a nearby cave. Inside of this barren dwelling Marcus stripped his armor and laid his righteous swords Celestial Justice and Vivacious Life upon a random rock near his cold wet body. There he stood amongst the deafening booming and howling winds. He stood tall and proud determined not to let this act of Curin defeat him, he stood vigilant at the edge of the outcrop rock watching the tides of mud and dirt upon the well-traveled road twirl under the blanket of water.

With a sigh Marcus turned to face his belongings, his face was expressionless but he was concerned. The Paladin had sent off his wolf Sebastiaon deep into the woods in search of game. With this storm Marcus could sense something had gone awry. Forgetting the storm Marcus could see a growing darkness upon these plains. He could not reach it with mind or body but Marcus could feel its power growing stronger. His breath came in rasping short gasps as he realized how famished his was. He looked down to his pack and gathered up the remains of berries he had recently gathered from the woods. Stuffing a few in his mouth Marcus gave into the tantalizing array of flavors upon his tongue and let out a small moan. The creamy texture of the berries and the cool juices that flowed from them calmed Marcus to a degree.

He could still sense the evils within himself and upon the plains but he was beginning to relax, Sitting down on the dirt covered ground Marcus prayed to the Goddess Lothlomendil in hopes that she would return his beloved wolf to him without harm. Marcus began to relax even more with the warm reassuring blanket of his faith. He lay upon the filthy ground without worry and was completely content. He fell into a light sleep.

Minutes had passed when Marcus awoke but those bare few moments had given Marcus the energy to carry on. He was surprised to see the rain had lightened a lot in the short time period. Suddenly Marcus heard a rumbling noise come from the outside of the cave. His keen ears could detect a slight starching; Marcus tensed and reached for his blade Celestial Justice. Just as he did so a large wolf jumped on him out of nowhere. Instead of attacking the knight Marcus was pleased and relieved to see that it was only Sebastiaon who was licking his face. Gently pushing the creature off Marcus leaned forward off the ground and began to pet the creature and love on him dearly as if it was a lost child.

The wolf nuzzled in Marcus’ meager clothes and as the two had a happy reunion the warrior’s senses began to tense even further. The sweet relaxation was gone replaced by fear and concern. Though relieved to see his beloved pet again Marcus could feel the growing evil once again. It was stronger than before and Marcus peering out of the cave and could almost see the shadow crossing the plains. The tension was palpable, there was a strong sense of urgency.

Suddenly a sharp pain wrenched through Marcus' hand he let out a gasp, and looked to his limb. Silver scales began to appear on his skin forcing their way out, into the world. His skin around these scales began to disintegrate giving way to the creation of more and more scales on his skin. Whispering the words of magic and struggling breaths Marcus managed to stop the reversion of his metamorphosis. Sweet relief came to him as the spell took effect returning his skin to its normal hue.

Marcus' head jerked up alert and wary has he heard a mad scream against the thundering rain drops. He quickly fastened his armor to him and gathered his swords. Calling to Sebastiaon he looked out beyond the cave and saw a massive wolf-like shadow running along the grassy knolls.

Luces streaked across the grassy area, using wolf signals to tell Sarge what to do. He came to a short stop, tumbling and rolling into a wolf-like sitting position. Sarge padded up to him, sniffing the string of meat that hung at Luces's waist before whinning. Luces rolled his eyes and took a scrap of the meat off the meat-strand. He tied it to the end of his arrow and shot it across the field. Sarge raced behind it, his tounge rolled out in pleasure. As his pet rolled around, trying to catch the meat, which was now swinging in the brisk wind that swept the grass across Luces's fur. He sighed as the rain, which had turned into a sprinkle, poured almost-horizontally at them. He crossed his legs and put his elbows on his knees, watching Sarge chrew on his piece of human flesh and thinking of when he wanted to protect the forest and become a ranger. He luaghed inwardly at this idea. It was stupid, trying to protect trees that get chopped down for the use of human warmth everyday, possibly chop down enough in the winter to create another town.

Suddenly, Sarge stopped chewing. Luces frowned. Sarge always finished his meal, even if a herd of Wargs were ripping humans to shreds on either side of him, not that the incident ever happened before. Luces hated Wargs. Luces watched intently as the dire wolf stood and slinked over to a nearby, dense, leafy area. Luces could tell Sarge smelled something Luces couldn't. Though being born a lupine with an extrordinary high sense of smell, the gift was ruined after spending 9 years smelling a varaity of races all the time and 6 years on a large human-slaughter mission, so he could smell a faint tinge of human blood all the time. Sarge crashed through the trees with a bark, Luces running swiftly behind him, loading his bow. He could smell a strong, rusty stench and blood that tingled his senses. Someone, ready to battle, and a dog were somewhere hiding behind the trees.

(OOC: Saint Marcus has permission to kill Luces)