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The decision needed to be made quickly for the wolves were crossing by one of the nearby buildings. An entire family line, those of great great cousin Albert were to be slaughtered now that he failed in his duties. Quickness was the name of the game and thus he quickly muttered a prayer to himself.
<span class="mu-i">“Oh Lady guide my voice and Morr guide by life here-after.”</span> Upon his prayer he felt the eyes of all the wolves around him become lit. Each of their attentions drawn to him in a single moment of ferocity.
A dryness came into his mouth and he could feel his heart sink. A sickening thought came into his mind of whether any others within his village would do this for him. He knew for sure Charles would not and even Odgu being a loving Sister was not a woman fit for such a damning task. A sense of alienation came as Lucian started counting several names of those who might not do what he’s about to do.
It was obvious to him why his mind recalled these names and told him that they would not help him. The body was trying to save itself. But his soul would not allow it and if his single death would be enough to save even one other than his actions were noble.
<span class="mu-s">“BROTHERS AND SISTERS OF VERAC! THE BEASTS OF DAMNATION COME! WAKE AND FLEE!”</span>
His voice boomed through the village like the rolling of thunder. As if welcoming his call the light of Morrslieb shattered through the trees. Lucian could feel the evil face of the moon looking upon him with a wicked sense of entertainment as the wolves lunged upon him.
Instinctively the peasant moved his tattered robes so that his face was hidden from the moon’s gaze. Enough time being given to him to handle his weapon against the first of several hounds of chaos charging him!
The first Direwolf that was upon him had foam coming out of its mouth like some sickly mania. Yet its eyes were perfectly sane as such wide jaws unhinged themselves to bite at his neck. Lucian moved his scythe just as he always had, placing a heavy weight into the weapon right before the inner blade touched the flesh of the beast.
It yelped as his weapon went from the skin into the muscle that lied underneath it. However the blunt tool of a peasant no matter how well cared for could not pierce the ribbed torso that he was trying to hard to sever. Lucian felt a massive weight upon his tool as he bashed aside the wolf with sheer strength of body and will to the side.
As the others came Lucian knew this was not a hunt but a battle now.
