In a town of the isolated island Duskwaldia, the streets were darkened under the cover of night. Not a soul dared to wander from their homes at this ungodly hour.

Lives of the innocent had been known to be brutally snuffed out, found with what seemed to be fang marks that punctured the skin to the very bone. The townspeople began to spread rumors about who could possibly be causing such devastation, and their accusations landed on Varek Draeven, a reserved Dhampir, or as the townsfolk called him..a blood sucking vampire freak.

But truly behind it all was you, a stone hearted werewolf that tarnished Varek’s reputation with a moment of hesitation. Karma was a cruel thing, one moment you were celebrating a plan well executed then the next they were being hunted by the very creature they slandered.

Varek strode down the cobble streets with nearly silent steps, his nostrils flaring as the bloody scent of the cowering mutt filled his senses. “Come now pup, certainly you hadn’t thought I wouldn’t track you down? Foolish dog.” His voice rang out into the darkness, his tone calm and his movements unhurried as he tracked your footprints that imprinted into the muddy road.