Yellowknife : A Very Good Night

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock's plane touched down in Yellowknife and he surveyed the city. It was coming close to the full moon and he decided that he would love to spend it in Canada. Soon after taxi and exiting the aircraft Ornock left the Yellowknife airport and bought a cheap car. It sputtered and sometimes fully coughed out but it worked and that was all that mattered. He could fix his car and when the title was put in his name he left the name of 'Manuel Chavez'. He produced all necessary documentation and went off to find himself an apartment. On the outskirts of town in what can only be described as the shit hole of Yellowknife Ornock rented out a top floor apartment that was 'furnished'. He didn't care, he just needed a place to show he lived here and had lodging so that he could get a new job doing construction. He hated idle time and idle time hated him.

After a much needed nap the sun started to go down and Ornock started over to the Great Slave Lake. Once he reached the waters he started over to the still somewhat forested side and stripped down. It was freezing this far north for most people but a werewolf doesn't feel the cold quite so acutely as most people do. Just as the sun finally sank below the peak the moon crested into view. Ornock started to experience the hunger and symptoms of the change that was being forced on him by the full moon. He growled and fought back the urge to just let it happen. He folded his clothes and laid them in a neat pile at the edge of the forest and walked into it. He was about a mile in when the change wouldn't be repressed anymore.

With a howl his back arched backward and his arms elongated and started to thicken out. His nose and mouth extended from his face and became a muzzle and his ears grew long and pointy. His legs took an unusual looking bend and if someone was watching they would see what , in Mexico, they call el chupacabra. Then the fur grew, no grew is the wrong word, it exploded out of his skin and suddenly el chupacabra was no more. He now looked like the werewolf of legend except for the fact that he was a rather large looking werewolf. His jet black fur was only broken in spot by his piercing red eyes and the white fur that grew in spots from the various scars and fights that he had experienced over his rather long wolf life. He ran off into the forest howling every so often seeing as how the Aurora Borealis had decided to grace his passing into the forest tonight. The game was plentiful here as Canada had strict hunting laws. He ate well that night and slept peacefully in the morning. It was a good night for Ornock. A Very Good Night

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Several days, and many slain deer later, Ornock emerged from the forest. He picked up his human clothes and put them on again. He smiled and knew that he would not have to eat for a few days now. You see, Ornock was not your typical werewolf. He fed once a month and it was a slaughter fest. His human foraging would satisfy the smaller cravings until he would feel the draw of the full moon and let the beast inside eat until it was full. He moved stealthily back to his shitty apartment and sat down on the couch, opening a beer and drinking it slowly. Almost incapable of becoming drunk due to his accelerated metabolism he enjoyed the taste of beer.

~ Personal Time Skip~

Ornock was enjoying his time in YellowKnife and it seemed like time was passing without event. He got a job as a logger in the camp and was soon enjoying and even excelling at his job. He had to make sure not to use his werewolf strength or else he would probably cut straight through some of the smaller trees. He had to admit that it did add to his tone and definition and was making him stronger if only in the endurance department. It was only after about a month of being the 'greenie' that he learned that most people used chain saws and that he was doing it the old fashioned hard way. It turned out to be some kind of initiation that the loggers loved to do to the new people. He enjoyed a good laugh but secretly swore that he would jump rope with the foreman's entrails before he left yellowknife.

He made sure to keep a low profile eating only so many game before he would move to a different part of the forest and make sure that he never affected game control numbers. He also made sure not to scent his territory like most werewolves did. It was his ability to rationalize like a human that saved him from the general persecution that most werewolves were forced to endure. They just didn't know how to fight the instinct that raged through their body. He was a true member of the scattered and would never tolerate joining the united. They tried to harness the instinct and they most definitely tried to run the lives of others and Ornock knew the only way to live in peace was isolated and hidden in the human population. Vampires don't bother you then and neither do fellow werewolves but most importantly. Hunters don't bother you.

[Christopher Saunders]

“Sir.” One of the assigned Moroi called as he followed Chris. He was waering a suit, as was typical for the bodyguards that some other people so insistently told him he should have.

Christopher’s view on it: absolutely obnoxious. He just continued along, ignoring the guard’s call of protest.

“Sir!” The voice turned more demanding.
The young blonde vampire ground his teeth, eyes flashing. “Take the day off Antonio!”
“You know I can’t do that. Can’t we go back to the housing?”
An idea occurred to Chris, making him flash a fanged smile. “Sure.”

20 Minutes later they had returned, and Antonio was waiting outside the door, completely oblivious as the Boy Lord slipped out a window dressed in ‘commoners’ clothing. It was definitely odd to be wearing jeans and a tee shirt when what you were used to wearing was suits and ties.

Normally, this kind of place would terrify him. Mines were here, as a tourist attraction of course, but still. The only thing that could make him leave the guards in such a place was his Father’s best friend: Tullio. He had managed to disappear, and now it was proving extremely frustrating and difficult to track the Bastard, as Chris would fondly call him, back down.

Christopher Saunders was down to walking the streets of Yellowknife, intent on finding any sign of the Older Vampire. He’d have to make a few stops at some possible places that the old geezer could’ve slipped off to, but it would be worth it if he finally found Tullio.

On the fringe of Yellowknife, that was when he first caught the scent of something unsettling: werewolf. And there was also the faintest trace of vampire blood farther off. Though there was no way to tell for certain if it was Tullio’s, even the Young vampire had enough sense to conclude that the wolf was still around.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

If Ornock had not been under the control of an impending full moon he would have sensed the vampire entering the town and had kept a lower profile. As it was though, it was not meant to be at this time. Ornock was on his way to the forest as night was just on them. He completed his first hunt and it was only then that the call in his blood had eased up enough for his senses to finally kick in. After releasing the blood howl of a triumphant feast he sniffed the air and quickly found out that not one, but several vampires had come to Yellowknife. Not something all that common. They must have been here for the old blood that passed through some weeks ago.

Ornock stayed along the border of the forest he was claiming as his hunting ground and the place that he allowed himself to be in true werewolf form. It was not something that most wolves would have done preferring to go and hide but if Ornock was going to be hunted he would set it up so he could lay the ambush and if the people were stupid enough to come after him he would enjoy ripping their heart from their chest.

Of course he was being over cautious seeing as how the last vampire who came here left town quickly and didn't stay for more then a day or three. He made sure to leave as soon as possible making as little waves as possible. Ornock never got a look at him preferring the ideology that an ignored opponent never truly catches onto the fact that you are his opponent. It seemed to have worked so far but as far as he knew his luck would never extend much further then that one guy. Better safe then sorry his mentor had always said.

[Christopher Saunders]

Chris closed his eyes for a moment, feeling them flash with liquid emerald in the low light. The woods were stirring. Something else was out here. He wasn’t as alone as he had thought he had been.

Blinking his eyes opening, he suddenly felt very vulnerable in the fabric of his long sleeve shirt and jeans. He was screwed if whoever it was, whatever it was, turned against him. His blonde hair was showing as a pale color, almost white, matching his skin tone.

Steeling his nerves, and squaring his shoulders, Christopher restored his appearance to that of a confident, dignified, Ruler. He focused, sending a wave of force, willing the earth to bend to his will. Something like a gazebo of roots began to form around him protectively. 'Let them come for me.' He thought to himself, determined.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock watched as this... vampire, yes he was sure now the smell was too distinct , started to use magic to bend the earth to him. That placed him under one of three categories to him. Moroi, Gallu, and Blackraven were the only three. He was running down lists of why any of those would be here. He couldn't come up with a single one. He closed his eyes and started to call upon the beast inside of him. Ornock decided now was the time to break cover and run.

He rushed far to the right of the vampire and made sure to come in low using the growing gazebo as a distraction and a bit of camouflage for himself. He rushed across the open area and made sure that the vampire would see him at the last second. He let out a bestial roar as he brought his claws to task. Slicing cleanly through the roots leaving him a window of attack he pushed backwards and flew onto the nearest tree using his claws to cut almost through the tree but leaving enough of a wedge to start its fall at the vampire.

"What are you doing in my range vampire?!?!? Do you risk death for no reason but pride to fell one of the oldest werewolves ? " He rushed then to the next tree and started this time it took him two strikes to make the cut he wanted due to how thick the tree was. "I will not go down easily Vampire, you have chosen your opponent wrong" He then went running into the forest before, hopefully the vampire could get his wits about him and bring a proper counter offensive.

[Christopher Saunders]

Christopher’s light green eyes flooded with emerald, blocking out everything, including the whites and pupil, in his eyes. The tree stopped inches before it could nail him in the face. Thank god earth also had plants.

“I have no wish to fight you, Were.” He addressed his strange attacker. “And I suggest you be the one to back down. The Moroi might not appreciate it if their Leader were to be killed.” That should set off something. Almost everybody knew who was in charge at the time for whatever Clan. Threatening with titles rather then threats of bodily harm sometimes worked… Unless they took prejudice of him for his age. After all, he did have the tittle of “Boy Lord” for a reason.

The gazebo crumbled, and began to be replaced by a pillar of raw stone and dirt. He’d be exhausted by now, if he hadn’t chosen magic battle as his point of expertise to practice. "As to what I'm doing, you don't have the right to meddle in my affairs."

[Ornock Wulfierr]

"I have been out of vampire politics for a long time boy, I know the moroi would never allow a boy such as you to rule them . " He started to show himself walking out of the forest still in his were form. His speech was always gravelly and kind of rough but he loved the sound of his wolf voice.

"When I exited out of the public eye 50 years ago High Lord Steven was ruler of Moroi. He had just had a boy. A rather sickly and small whelp if you ask me. " He was crouched and poised, ready to attack. If this pup was really one of the moroi he would feel hard pressed to kill a subject of one of his few friends. It turns out that about 60 years ago he had made a few vampire friends when they had gone out to his woods and he had watched them for days. It was only after months of watching this group of vampires that he approached them. It turns out it was a group of Moroi who had gone on what they thought would be an adventure. Ornock guided them back to civilization and the high lord came and gave him a personal thank you for returning one of his distant cousins. Needless to say Ornock talked with the man and they would occasionally write each other and Ornock had even visited once or twice back before he decided to fully hide from everyone that is. He always knew the man as damn near invincible and to have confidence that flowed smoothly to where anyone in the room felt that they were safe and no one could harm them as long as the man was there. It was a small comfort for Ornock as well, truth be told, he never really knew safety except in the lord's halls.

"If you are truly the leader of the Moroi, then you killed my friend. I will be forced to kill you if that is the case " His eyes seemed to turn red as rage started to flow into his blood. The boy had a few minutes to explain himself and he better explain fast. As far as Ornock knew Vampires didn't die from natural means, you had to kill one and if that was the case this boy here was going to meet a quick end at the hands of a werewolf.

[Christopher Saunders]

He bothered to consider the Were’s words for a whole… 3 seconds. Accusations of Murder?

Christopher’s eyes flashed back to the normal hue, the identical color of his Mother, before they flared back to the emerald. Rage began to fill him, all consuming, and the exact opposite of how his Mother had handled accusations. This had his Father written all over it.

“You accuse me of killing my own Father!? After insulting me no less?” Random patches of ground all around the clearing sank into deep craters, that sprang up with sharp, jagged stone spurs moments later, the nearest one to Ornock being no less then 5 feet away.

“My parents were murdered by another Clan, and I nearly perished in the flames and silver of the bomb that did it to them!” He was visibly trembling, the air around him having begun to charge with violence. It was unheard of for him to get this angry, but his Parents were one subject her was sensitive to, and would never back down on.

Shifting slightly, he brought his right leg foreword, lowering himself slightly. Chris’s fangs had lengthened on the top and bottom, and through his partially parted lips, that was there in stark appearance.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

The changing of the eyes almost convinced him of the boy's honesty but it was the temper that sank the ship once and all for him. He was rocked back by the words as if they were physical punches and if he had ever known a moment's peace in his werewolf life he might have been caught in the spikes. As it was he swayed quickly to the right having it barely miss him then he launched to the other side landing on the spike looking at the boy.

"If I was you, Chris, I would sheath my fangs. Fighting me won't do any good for you. If your father died as you said then you should be looking for his killer. How long as he been dead?" Ornock was no longer in a direct attack stance but it was obvious that he was more then ready for any action that came his way.

"Boy, did your father ever tell you about me? Ornock? " Ornock growled though and slammed both fists downward breaking the spike off and letting it hit the ground after he spoke. He never moved his eyes off of Chris and that was the only emotion it seemed he would show here and now. He was unable of showing anything besides anger right now. He didn't know how to show sorrow or guilt or anything that most humans would recognize.

Ornock couldn't quite fathom this. An explosion charged with silver seems like the most extreme way to take out members of their kind but who did this to this family had to be an inside man. It was just too impossible in Ornock's mind for anyone to breach their security and have a silver lined explosion nearly take out the whole family in one fell swoop. His whole body language had changed and it was pretty obvious that he didn't want to fight anymore but he was ready to if it came to that again.

[Christopher Saunders]

Chris pinched the bridge of his nose, letting out a slow breath. Rein it in. He could almost hear his Father’s voice speaking those words. He seemed to compose himself once more. The land gradually sank back and smoothed with the fading of the emerald in his eyes.

He recognized Ornock’s stance as no longer directly wanting to fight.

“39 years.” He answered the first question. As he said those words, his gaze locked with the Were’s. The fangs were virtually gone, now only appearing as slightly pointier canines then a human might have.

Now composed, and beginning to relax a fraction, the resemblance to his parentage was in full view for Ornock to take in. His eyes clouded with thought, and he turned his face away, although carefully listening for even the slightest movement from Ornock. “I seem to remember a time in his study that we discussed people who were trustworthy. You were one of them.”

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock started to growl as he did something he would only do in front of a few select people that he tended to trust. Which at this moment, was no one. When he was done there was a naked man standing where the werewolf was and coincidentally a package of clothes was off to his right. He quickly got dressed and walked over toward Chris.

"We have to move, if we keep standing here jacking our jaws the humans will catch on. We can only do so many supernatural things before they start to feel it themselves. " He strode past the boy and made sure not to make contact with him.

"Come, walk and talk, tell me what happened to your father exactly, who the main suspect is and who you are looking for. I want vengeance. 39 years without justice to the clan that did it is too long in my opinion. I will tear them to the ground myself. " It was then that he picked up his pace just a little bit. He was making sure to keep moving at a human pace but just with enough haste to impart the need to move to Chris. He could sense that they were not alone even further and Ornock was not willing to fight someone with the ruler here. He couldn't protect them both in a fair fight. It didn't matter how strong Chris actually was Ornock would never truly believe him strong now. He would be over protective of this kid because he was friends with his late friend now.

[Christopher Saunders]

Averting his eyes curtly from the other man, he nodded in silent agreement. Contrary to the false belief, most humans could sense disturbances. It was a sad, but true, reality.

“First one thing. No royal bullshit.” Christopher said, easily catching up with vampire speed. If he had used that language back at court… every single person attended, whether male or female, would have their jaws hit the floor. They thought it a taboo if he cursed. “Titles are of no importance in our world today, regardless what some of the others might say.” By others, it was certain he meant high ranking vampires.

He cleared his throat as they reached the distance of about 200 meters from the clearing. The only reason Christopher could figure Ornock be allowed to ask was that he had been friends with his Father. Even deceased, Chris would take his Father’s word on trustworthiness. “Vengeance is something my Mother spoke of as wrong.” He said slowly, eyes turning toward the sky for a brief moment. “But I will speak of it anyway, for I wish the same.” His hands balled into fists at his sides, biting bloody crescents into his palms.

[Ornock Wulfierr]

Ornock liked the steel in this boys spine and the way it shone through in only very critical moments. "I was going to tell you to fuck yourself if you wanted me to call you your highness anyways. " As they neared the clearing he looked at Chris for a brief instant as he brought up his mother.

"Your mother was always too soft in my opinion. But she was the perfect balance for your father. Someone had to not be made of steel in that relationship." He stepped into the clearing and it was then that he felt it for sure.

With blurred speed Ornock spun crouched and launched forward catching the silver tipped arrow with his shoulder. He roared in pain and looked up to see the figure decide to start running away. Ornock almost took off but the silver still stung. He was immune to its effects but it did slow him down a step or two. He snapped the arrow and looked at Chris with a snarl on his face.

"Start moving us to your safe house now. Better move fucking fast because there will be another shot and that being did not carry a scent on it so I won't have the drop again. " He started to move without knowing the direction just knowing that it would be safer to get their asses moving in any direction.

[Christopher Saunders]

“My Mother was the only person, along with some of her friends, to actually explain that brute force isn’t always the answer.” He said softly, eyes lost in a memory.

That was when his strange companion spun… and he glimpsed the silver arrow being torn free from Ornock’s shoulder a moment later, along with the drops of blood that went with it. Dear god… He allowed hiself once quick breath, savoring the scent but refusing to bite, although his breath was comouflagued as something of shock.

Start moving us to your safe house now. Better move fucking fast because there will be another shot and that being did not carry a scent on it so I won't have the drop again.

“Ornock.” Christopher said, breaking into a Vampire speed propelled run, his athletic form not even breaking a sweat. “I must explain before you do that again and get yourself killed. The only reason I didn’t die was because I am immune to silver… And it would appear you are as well.”

Catching his direction, he jerked his head to the east, turning his body as he ran. They were coming into a bunch of deadfall, and that would make anybody slow down. He could clear the path with his manipulation, but that would leave to much evidence.