Wauten Dayhil
Demon Hunter and Wordplay Extraordinaire
Within moments of blacking out, Garr's mind sprang back into action. Shaking the black spots from his vision, Garr could just make out the demon's change. Some kind of... lycan? he wondered as he tested his muscles. Still sore, and his shoulder was definitely broken. He knew it'd take an hour or so for it to heal completely, but Garr wasn't particularly worried. He could already feel the itchiness that accompanied the healing process. Too bad I can't tear it open to scratch... that'd leave a trail and only make it worse. As the first hunter shouted orders, a group of the newcomers broke off in his direction. Numero Uno must've paid attention. Smart. Damn. Carefully backing away, Garr slipped back into the shadows and watched as the hunters looked in vain for traces of him.
While Garr needed to heal, he knew that something wasn't right. Never before had there been something like that lycan, not in Los Angeles, and it was unusual to see such a large number of hunters in such a small area. His interest got the better of him, and instead of leaving for a den to rest, Garr shifted to his human guise and clambered up into an open window. He quietly moved through the human dwelling until he found another window with slightly open blinds. Positioning himself near the glass, Garr let the shadows surround him once again, and tuned his ears to listen in as the first hunter talked with a crossbow-wielding Irishman.
He couldn't help but grin at the hunter's conversation starter.
While Garr needed to heal, he knew that something wasn't right. Never before had there been something like that lycan, not in Los Angeles, and it was unusual to see such a large number of hunters in such a small area. His interest got the better of him, and instead of leaving for a den to rest, Garr shifted to his human guise and clambered up into an open window. He quietly moved through the human dwelling until he found another window with slightly open blinds. Positioning himself near the glass, Garr let the shadows surround him once again, and tuned his ears to listen in as the first hunter talked with a crossbow-wielding Irishman.
He couldn't help but grin at the hunter's conversation starter.
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