Origins of Hunter

Hunter Leemonex... Few werewolves in Endasia have a strange past. Most werewolves grow up in their pack, survive with their pack, and die in their pack. There are also werewolves such as Hunter, who only wish they had such a simple life. Hunter Leemonex is reminded of this past every day. What event could occur that would cause such distress in his life?

This is the story of Hunter Leemonex.
The story of the werewolf that was a part of the 'event' that seemingly killed his whole family.


13. Escape

“You still with me, Hunter?” Koba snaps his fingers in front of me, and I blink. I wasn't able to finish my thought.

“Yeah, I think so.” I feel like I just woke up from a dream.

“Good. You need to go,” Koba locks eyes with me as he shifts his weight uneasily. I try to withhold my surprise, an order like that sounds like I am being banished. I know what he really means, though.

“For your own safety, of course,” Koba adds, talking faster now. “We would keep you with us and protect you to the best of our abilities, believe me, but you know as well as I do that you travel faster alone than when you have a whole pack behind you.”


“It's only for your own safety. If you stay here, surely they’ll find you. At least if you run you’ll have a chance. They will be right on your heels. In fact, they should be here soon. You need to go, Hunter, like yesterday.”

“Where will you and the rest of the pack be?” I know time is of the essence, but I need to know where this pack will be once I am done with my adventure. I have moved to and from many homes, but this pack I actually feel like I am at home. I can't really explain it, but I refuse to lose another home for little to no reason.

“I plan on heading north a little ways for a little while,” Koba says reluctantly, obviously wishing in his head for me to leave. “I really hope we can come back and rebuild our home at some point in the near future. But let's leave the future for the future and the present for the present, alright? I need to account for my people, and you need to run.”


“Goodbye, Hunter. I hope to see you again soon. God speed.”

He leaves the room in nearly a sprint. I stand there for a moment, deciding my next move. Pierre told me to go to Elf Haven; I believe that is north of here. The map of Endasia is fairly complicated, with bridges connecting the massive continents and various teleporting stations located across the world and a few other odds and ends that I am surely unfamiliar of. Yes, I am sure north is where I have to go; I think I can picture the map in my head. Later I can determine a more exact route, but I really do need to leave.

I swing open the door. I want to say goodbye to the few people I know, but I don't have time. I see the vamps coming from the east, and they will surely notice me escaping through the tall grass if they get much closer.

I morph into a wolf. Entirely painless, I become the low to the ground silent predator I am so familiar with so I can travel even faster yet. I begin running on all fours, northwords.

I sprint. If there is any time to run top speed, it is now. If those vampires keep their speed, they will all be right on my heels before I know it.

I scare a few creatures as I tear recklessly through thick brush. I hurdle various tree roots and boulders and connect to a path I take often to one of my hunting location. I have ran these paths enough times I have memorized nearly every twist and turn. I truly hope I can return to this place.

I am actually doing this… I'm on an adventure, of sorts… I'm going to find my parents…

I hear flapping behind me. I curse silently. The vamps will easily be able to find me because they get the bird's eye view. In fact, they can probably see my trail by all the tall grass I disturbed. I need to slow down, be more careful, and find a place to hide.

The flapping gets louder. Vampires are silent as they fly, but when they are in groups, they are barely audible. Right now, it sounds like a bird is injured and it is trying its hardest to frantically flap its way back into the open sky.

I truly do have an army behind me.

I have a feeling the vamps branched out once they realized I was not at the camp. They must have searched quickly, it's only been a few minutes since I took off. I probably covered about a mile now, and yet the there are plenty of vampires behind me.

Honestly, how many vampires are there? If there was this many vampires in each group, each group spaced out a thousand feet apart, along a slightly larger than three mile diameter, that has to be millions of vampires. Why for me?

I estimate I have about twenty seconds before they find my trail, or worse, me. I continue to crawl, still on all fours, across the plains. I see a rock emerging from the ground a stone’s throw away. I can hide under that.

I struggle to not panic. The flapping is getting louder and louder, so loud I can't believe it could get any louder, and then it does. I peek at the sound’s origin to the south; I see them. The vampires are practically blotting out the sky.

I reach the rock, and quickly criticize myself for being so reckless as I crawled my way here. I bent quite a few grass blades, I hope it isn't that noticeable.

The flapping is overhead now. I press myself as hard as I can against the stone. It's dark, cold, muddy and surprisingly damp, but I don't care. The rock does not provide the best protection, but it provides protection for whatever is looking from above, which at this point in my main concern.

Minutes pass. I learn to press my head against the ground, because I feel like if I can't see them they can't see me. Childish, I know, but I’ll chance anything. Eventually, the flapping dies down. I don't see them continue their path north, they must have made a turn to the west to see if I headed for the mountains, which is where I would usually go if I wasn't on a mission.

Taking a deep breath, I realize how long I have actually been holding my breath. The mud beneath me seems to grab at me saying, “wait up! I want to come too!”

I crawl to the edge of the rock and wait another minute before I try to peek my head out of the rock.

Nothing. I morph into human form so I can look over the tall grass to see if I can find the direction the vamps headed. Carefully, I peek the grass. I still can't find them.

“Can't find somethin’ ya can't see, Hunter…” Something hisses in the grass behind me. I whip around, knife drawn. It must be a stray vampire.

“There’s no way out, Hunter…” Someone else hisses.

I swear silently. The vamps never left. They must have seen my trail... They knew I am here.

Everywhere, blackness explodes from the ground. Screeching and hissing rips at my ears, and I feel like I am thrown to the ground by only the sound. It's the vampires, flying up from the ground.

It doesn't feel like reality anymore. It's like I am in a vortex, and it's killing my head, but I need to stay focused. They will kill me.

I stand, but I feel like the sound itself is trying to pull be back down. At first, I only see two vampires in their human like form. I begin to walk towards them, dizzy. The world behind to spin, but I see my target. I lunge.

I stab the vampire. Victorious, I stand over the stupid creature. Another one charges me, but it dies before it has the chance to attack.

I curse. I'm not going to be able to leave, these two kills mean nothing. As I waste time attacking, the other thousand vampires are probably covering my exits. I run, any direction to get out of the place the vampires seem most concentrated. Their chants are just behind me.

“No turning back, Hunter…” hisses one.

“No way out, Hunter…” screeches another.

“Where do you think you're going?” Screams another over the voices of the hundreds of others yelling at my back. I don't have time to consider why they all could be after me. I don't have time to consider anything.

Something grabs my leg, and I crash to the ground. I fight my way back up, only to get tackled. Countless more pile on me.

I yell at my inability to do anything. The vampires only laugh at my agony.

I hear a voice, crystal clear as it is whispered into my ear: “At least Peter joined his family… now you can join Peter…” Rage builds up inside me, and I give everything I have to fight against these stupid, idiotic, durk ridden creatures. You will burn, I think. Each of you will burn….

My strength falters. I can barely breathe. Something bites my calf. I don't make a noise. Right now, I am helpless. Helpless… Who called me that?

The darkness takes its hold on my life. I feel like I am drifting toward death itself.

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