Making Trouble

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The late evening air floated about the town with no disturbances other than food smells. People walked the pathways while doing their various businesses. It was quite boring if one thought about it and frankly it was even to a were.

Hubert was sitting on a ledge next to a resturant of some sort. His blue eyes were studying the lives playing out next to him on the patio. Humans...such a disgustingly pathetic little race. A local girl walked by with a dog on a leash. He stuck out his leg, allowing her trip over it. The dog piped up and began to bark at him. Hubert smirked a bit and suddenly the racket stopped. It was as if the dog understood whom it was dealing with.

Having about as much fun as he thought he'd get, which really wasn't anything, he hopped onto his feet and began to walk the streets. A sudden sight caught his attention and he just had to stop. Two hunters were hauling in several of their kills to the butcher. Usually he wouldn't bother, but he just felt he had to do something. With an evil grin pulling on his face, he snuck around the back of the butcher and then up to the corner where he could see the humans unloading. They were taking the meat into the side of the building and from their arms coated with blood and the stink of the animals they had killed, they had been at it a while. Hubert put his hood up, his eyes glowing, and shifted just so that his features gave him the attributes these humans thought a were had.

Readied, he ran up to the truck and took a good sized buck from the cart. As he lifted it, several of the hunters looked at him with faces of anger. They saw an 18 year old boy stealing their catch and weren't going to have it. "What are you doing?" "Get away, boy!" Oh it was just too good to pass up. He looked towards them so that the light could accent his features. "I'm sorry, but I think I have more right to them than you do," he chuckled gruffly in his half form. Shock coursed through their bodies and they backed off.

"Hey are you guys slacking off again," a guy called as he made his way to the door from inside. When he saw them scared to death and Hurbert hauling the stag off the cart he called out to them again.

"Why are you letting a boy take our haul?"
"He's a m-m-monster!"
"Don't be silly," the man said and then stepped towards Hurbert. "Boy I'd let go of the buck if I were you. Those are taken, but I'm sure the butcher can get ya some meat inside if you want, my treat if you need it so bad."

With that Hurbert turned and so did his features. What this man saw was a normal boy just causing trouble unneccessarily. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that this wasn't for the public and thanks for the offer. My family has been hitting it hard because of winter and all." Hurbert dropped the buck nicely as the man nodded. "Yeah it's been kinda rough." He then made his way to the front of the building with him. "Ya'll get back to work and stop stuttering about monsters when there are none." His group nodded to him and got back to what they were doing.

Before Hurbert went inside, he allowed them to glimpse his form again and they quickly got back into work. Either they thought they were going crazy or that he was for real, but no one wanted to say anything to him.

When he went inside, he was given some sausage links free of charge 'to help his family till the frost left'. He kindly thanked the man and then walked out and back into town. When he was clear of the shop he burst out laughing. Humans were so stupid.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=3f1c19] Driven by a focus not my own, fueled by bloodlust that was never asked for... _____________________ How dismal could a day become to his inhuman eyes.Humans wandered around the towns like nothing was wrong, all of them smiling. He hated those smiles, loathed the faces that carried them. It didn't matter whether he knew them or not, reguardless of that, they had aggravated him. However hating the humans, and pretty much almost anything that stood in his way, was usually his own personal nature. It didn't hurt to mention that he was apart of one of the more troublemaking packs, the Nyalcom. In particular, he was probably one of them most dangerous werewolves in Nyalcom. Forstarters he was a trained assassin, he was brutally beaten since birth,and his bloodlust is uncontested. He holds no love lose for anyone, even if there apart of the pack he swore allegiance, and had the misfortune of being born into. Victor Reeves, around six foot three, and made of solid muscle, occumpanied by scars from battle, and from his up bringing. Along the right side of his skeleton was three, long, chizzled scars that ran from the top of his cranium, to right above his right eye. His face was stone serious, as the scent of another werewolf had attracted his attention. Today he could care less about the pathetic humans, the bags of water and gutless nerves that roamed around him. Instead he was more interested in figuring out who was fearless, or stupid, enough to venture out into the open and make his day that much more interesting then it had been moments before. What his piercing eyes detected was something not uncommon in the village called Milra, robbery. In fact its how ninety percent of its human inhabbitants made there living, or was the way they made there living the last he had checked. A boy, which was a rough description because he looked to be the size of an adult was attempting to take a buck from the butchers. Not exactly the best idea in the world to steal from the place with all the sharp knives laying about. Though he had detected the scent in the air, and he knew that the "boy" in question was not actually a human. The scent was probably the only thing that had imediatly given him away. The other was the glint of the eyes under his hood. Those were the eyes of a lycan, and one he knew well since they shared the same pack. It was also one of the few that didn't mind hanging around, or bothering in him. In Victor's point of veiw the much younger male was annoying, but he would never admit to not minding having him around on occasion. Regretably he had to admit that the little prank was interesting to witness. Not a bad method for getting into the heads of the humans, however Victor's own style was much more... unforgiving. He intended to hunt down some fun later, and make some blood flow. Recently he had been able to quell the hunger of the monster within him, driving for him spill blood, but it needed to be sated soon in a more controled fashion least he lose control. He had never harmed a pack mate that did not deserve it, but it was never certain what he was capable of once his darkest side was unleashed. Stepping out from the corner in the shadows where he had watched the incident, he appeared almost out of thin air next to the spooked workers. His eyes, a silver in color always held a glint to them that spoke of his nasty capabilities. The man nearly walked into him, and stuttered as he tried to avoid the wall of muscle that had materialized in his path. Victor looked at the man that had fallen to his knees, and fought with himself over hurting the imbecile or not. Glaring unflinchingly, he scowled, and walked past the man leaving him to crawl up from off the ground and fly inside the butcher shop a mess of histerics. Turning and leveling his eyes on Burt, he spoke."Tormenting the locals, and I thought you were just bored." _____________________ 784 words.

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The legs and voice of another caused him to look up quickly. His body bristled, readying itself for an attack, but when he smelt who it was he calmed himself. It was just another pack member who was being sarcastic of him after seeing what he had done. At least someone had seen his genious in action! Hubert took his hood off, but his eyes still glowed with humor.

Finding his voice again, he stood normally and cracked a smile. "Yeah, pretty wicked eh? The looks on their faces were priceless. I won't forget that moment any time soon," he chuckled. Usually he was looser around other members of the pack, especially when they were around his age...or maturity level. However for this guy, he kept his hands off of him and merely looked at him instead.

"So what'cha doing around these parts? A bit bored yourself too?" Hurbert questioned him with a silent plea whispering in his looks for them to do some trouble together. With a big brute like him with Hubert they could really accomplish some fun around town. Yeah there were stories of this guy attacking humans and killing them for fun, but Hubert wasn't quite sure they were true. Either way it was his business. He did know that for any pack member of Nyalcom, humans were the number one place to go to for fun.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=3f1c19] Driven by a focus not my own, fueled by bloodlust that was never asked for... _____________________ Victor watched slightly amused as the younger wolf tensed and got ready for an attack. It was funny to him, because Victor couldn't fathom what sane being would ever attack someone in that manner. The boy was facing away from him, but he had spoken to him. Clearly that would have given him away instantly, so what would the point of attack have been? The way he had been trained relied on stealth, and shouting out to your opponent before striking just didn't seem like the smart thing to do in any situation. Maybe the boy was brought up to fight in a more hot headed and direct manner? Victor wondered about him, but he let it go once the hoodied assailant turned to face him. His hood fell , and he looked quite proud of his little stunt. Perhaps Victor was just to old to appreciatechildish pranks, but it seemed a waste of time to him. There was more important things to do, and the least the boy could have done,would have stolen the entire buck. Instead he made off with one strand of sausages. He tried to tell himself that every theif had to start off somewhere, but since he didn't think that was what Huburt had been after, he wondered if he should bother trying to teach him. Since they were in the same pack, members were supposed to help those in the group grow stronger, but Nyalcom was a bit diffrent. Help a brother out one day and they next he might be using that technique to kill you off. It was a harsher enviroment, but Alexander the alpha male was trying to keep some sort of order, and make sure they stayed in line more like a unit then a bunch of kill anything group of marauders. Either way suited him fine. Locking eyes with Huburt, he spoke, his voice icey and sharp. " For child's play perhaps, but your a bit old for that don't you think?" He was asked if he was bored next, but to that he shrugged his shoulders. " I'm never bored. I usually always have a job to do, its just a matter of being about to ignore the killing instinct long enough to do my job correctly. I don't suppose you would understand though being as I doubt you have ever killed anyone." He felt bad for breaking the spirit of the boy as he supposed he might have been doing, though Victor hardly cared for others anymore. It was hard for him to feel emotion towards the living, as he never felt tied to anyone before. Even though he knew he would regret offering later, he decided to give Huburt a chance to learn from him. He liked something about him, though he had no idea what it was. Perhaps he just didn't want to leave his training up to someone incompetant. " If you really want to put your unrefined skill to use, I could teach you, but my training isn't for the faint of heart. You fall behind , you stay behind."

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Comments: Vic likes him, so he got over his being a loner and offered to train him awe.

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Victor's reaction to his mischeviousness made him just a bit crestfallen, but nonetheless he remained upbeat. To him, what he had just done was fun and better yet he got some sausage out of it. In fact, a bite out of it sounded pretty good as of now. Hubert raised the links up and took a big boyish bite out of one. The juices hit is tongue like fireworks as the pepper exploded about. He loved food almost as much as hunting and pulling pranks. Sausage wasn't something he really got much of because the pack liked to do other things with their meat. It was a welcome treat and if he had been in wolf form his tail would've wagged.

He didn't forget that Victor was talking to him, so he listened as he chewed the yummy morsel. "Well that sucks," he chimed in around his mouth full of food. Having to fight bloodlust was one thing everyone knew, but for him to have it keep happenign was just sad. A were not being able to live a life a bit freer than his fellows had to make him feel like a bit of an outcast. Truely, he'd never gotten to know Victor well other than that he was a pack mate. Victor always struck him as the loner type. Even the vibes he got in the air around him basically told people to bug off. Knowing just this bit of insight though really made Hubert feel something for the man. Perhaps he'd stick around the old guy once in a while to make sure he had some companionship or something. Yep it was official, that's what he'd do from this day forth-force his friendship upon him. Maybe that'd stop the killing frenzies Victor was so worried about.

Before he swallowed the last bit Victor almost made him choke. Did he really just hear what he had heard? Gasping for breath after swallowing the last bit of sausage, he looked at the male in confusement and then joy. "Are you serious?! Of course I'll take you up on that offer!" Hubert was basically vibrating with excitement. A werewolf like Victor training him? It was almost unreal. Nyalcom wasn't very keen on training their pack members as well as the alpha would've liked and usually everyone had to learn on their own or by watching. To have an offer on Hubert's plate like this from a battle scarred were was incredible. "Don't worry I won't fall behind. You just watch me, I'll be able to stand up to you in no time and maybe even any alpha," he grinned. Yep, he was going to do something in his life other than tormenting the humans. His goal was endless and nothing was going to get in his way. He'd already set this up a long time ago and Victor was going to teach him the ropes.

"When do we start," he asked as he offered a link to Victor.

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[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=3f1c19] Driven by a focus not my own, fueled by bloodlust that was never asked for... _____________________ He felt he had been clear on the whole you fall behind you stay behind concept, but he wondered if the boy actually grasped that no matter the circumstances Victor was not like other members of the pack. He was not a sadisticly cruel man, he told you what to expect, and he was being dead serious. If it came to leaving Hubert behind he would do it without feeling guilty. Never had he ever offered to train someone before, and he could easily find more competant students willing to learn from him if he really chose to broadcast that he was looking to teach. However that was not the case, and he had picked Hubert instead. In no way shape or form did he want to destroy the possibilities or potential however limited, that Hubert had of becoming a good match for most he may have to fight. He was teaching him more then simply how to throw a punch, he was going to be teaching him how to survive. The boy looked very pleased with his luck, but the admiration that may have been sent his way was lost, as right now he was all business. Burt had just pranked those humans, they had technically seen his wolf. He had revealed himself to them, and so had given them a reason to think back to this little prank everytime they were to see him again and wonder if what they had witnessed was real. Worse they would act abnormally around him. Victor wasn't sure that they would, but he needed to know for sure. Normally he would kill any that witnessed his wolf form and his human one in the same setting. Alone one was not as deadly, but seeing both was too dangerous for there kind. Growling to shush the boy and signalling he was going to talk, his voice rang out in annoyance. "Your little display here could have cost you your future. Lesson one, never reveal both of your forms to anyone not of lycan bloodline. There is more to this lesson then simply that but since you broke it already I am not going to divulge the rest. Pray that you don't break the second part of this lesson, or else you might have a very short apprentiship with me. Now put your hood back on and grab that buck you missed before and get running for the treeline. " _____________________ 511 words Comments: let the training begin.

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