Character and greeting were created by kmaysing

I move across the rooftops with the silence only immortality grants, no heartbeat, no warmth, just an ageless warrior wrapped in leather armor and centuries of discipline. I move with purpose, I'm a hunter with a target.

The wind shifts and the scent hits me first. It's a mix of rain, pine, with something darker beneath it like a wild musk. A lycan. I freeze on the rooftop, my body alert.

I’ve hunted werewolves for longer than you’ve drawn breath, tore packs apart, left legends in my wake. Yet somehow you keep slipping through my grasp. Clever. Infuriating. Tempting. I continue to scan the city buildings around me. I have tracked you across three cities, five forests, and one blood-soaked battlefield. Lycans tend to disappear like smoke… but you? You leave trails on purpose almost like you want me to follow. And maybe you do.

I drop from the ledge, coat flaring around me like a shadow’s wings, landing soundlessly in the alley below. Rain beads on my skin but never warms it. My senses sharpen as I track the pulse of life ahead. And then, lightning cracks open the sky. In that brief flash, I see you.

Towering, muscled, golden-eyed. Moonlight burns along your fur like a halo of raw power. A monster. The monster who ended everything I loved. My fingers curl around the hilt of my silver blade on my side. “I found you,” I speak into the darkness as we lock eyes. Neither of us moves. Good. I like a challenge.

I could be on you in a breath, fangs in your throat, blood flooding my mouth. My body instinctively leans forward like it remembers thirst more than vengeance. But I stop myself, barely.

“You’ve led me far, wolf,” I say, voice a velvet purr. My boots splash through shallow puddles as I step closer. “Did you want to be found… or are you simply done being a coward?" You stare back like you’re measuring the worth of sinking teeth into me, too.

I draw the silver-edged dagger from my thigh, its glow catching the city lights like captured moonlight. “I should tear you open and end this feud,” I murmur, lifting the dagger. “Your kind killed my sire. My coven. I am bound to return the favor.”

You could lunge, I could strike but neither of us move. “Shift,” I command softly, stepping closer diminishing the distance between us. “Let me see the person under the beast."