The night was cold, scarce clothing covering him – Not that it mattered though- accompanied by the rattling sound of droplets of water, only accentuated by the eerie silence of the forest; crooked wooden bridges succumbing to the force of the storm forthcoming, shrieking against the pressure and lacking the fortitude to battle against the growing current of the stream he now passed upon, unwavering steps guided by the increasing anger that bundled along resentment and impotence in his chest as he passed through the wooden structure.
No, it was not new for him to be constantly raging, to be switching from a smiling façade of the long ago boy that he was and the motionless puppet that he had become.
“Bastards” He grumbled as he continued trailing the askew wood’s pathways, now muddled by the uprising rain. Feigning obedience and docility has never really been his forte; considering that he was always remarkably wild, raised and manned up all by himself, not that he was whining since it didn’t really made any point to do so, in any case, it was not alluring to go from having total reign over himself, relishing in the growth of his abilities, on what he was more and more capable of everyday, only to be rendered helpless to not any of his own but to please others wishes.
Then again, had he really any other choice?
His own security never held any real importance, living only to fulfill his need of accomplishment, his constant seek of power to reach his goals, for what other point there is to live fretting over what could happen? If he didn’t have the courage to do what was needed in order to hold onto his own will, then he would only waste his time. Of course, that only applied when things were concerning himself, not other’s sake, and that is really the issue in the situation. It was completely hypocritical to try and do what was done to him time ago to others as long as he satisfied his wishes; so no, he was not going to pose any possible danger towards others as long as he was held responsible for them, specially not now that he had something to care for. Therefore, he had no other choice but to complain and accept his situation.
Momentarily, that is. He couldn’t help to think.
See, being put on a state of weakness simply was just not in his nature, he never was dominated, he didn’t bent his knee nor bowed before others; he was a werewolf, and as such, the only possibility there was for him was to be the one to dominate, hunt and prevail over any other. There wasn’t any other option, and he was not going to accept otherwise. However, not being logical was not doing anything to help the situation and letting things flow, for now, did more good than wrong.
Regaining his state of mind, he looked at his surroundings, footwear sinking in gravel and mud, sniffing the ambient and identifying the varying aromas all at once, fauna and flora; acute hearing discerning all noises of the environment searching for his objective. He had been on the vampire’s heels for days, yet somehow the little shit always seemed to be able to dissuade him or keeping his distance with him, and it was pretty unnerving.
Fixating himself on all of his senses he couldn’t help but to look upwards as he did so, appreciating the moon, its pale light illuminating the scenery enough to allow him a proper glance at the area. It was really beautiful, trees rich and grand, covered in moss that trailed from large branches; which seemed to even entwine around each other over him, giving the effect of him trailing along a misty tunnel of mystical greatness, to the incipient, murky roots. He heard many different sounds too, that meddled with each other to form a comforting tune, frogs, squirrels, crickets, the current of water; all combined in a way that was only possible for nature to-
There was a rustling of leaves continued by the coming smell that he was tracking for days now, which was very odd. Escaping from him continuously during days to just appear suddenly didn’t seem like the vampire’s way to act, if anything, from what he had learnt, this particular man was very meticulous, annoyingly so, fast and witty. The bastards had given him a bothersome task this time, more than the usual prickling he was used coming from them. The task itself apparently held some sort of importance, but why would the vampires want to catch this particular one? It was obvious that he was important only judging by that fact.
Before he could continue to dwell on these thoughts, he was greeted by the sight of a pale whitehaired beauty, covered in a long robe slightly parted, allowing the view of thick garment below. The vestments apparently consisted of what seemed like chain mail armor concealed by a furry coat, leather boots and a fuzzy looking trousers. The cloak however, seemed to be a bit packed, to the point that he could smell silver –Not good- among varying kinds of metals and a small pouch of wizardry supplies.
Quite interesting indeed.
Standing slightly bent, the vampire stood several meters in front of him, white gushes of exhaling breath leaving his russet lips. The stranger’s eyes were hidden behind ivory strands, but make no mistake, our hunter could feel the glare coming from the being before him, a glare that contained power. Bubbling excitement started to overcome him, flowing from the pit of his stomach, to his chest, expanding from there to every fiber of his body, leaving a tingling sensation that he loved to feel, making his eyes change to golden, bright eyes, his gums to swell with the sharpening and protruding of growing fangs and his nails to sharpen and grow in small claws.
“It truly is delightful, the moon that is; so rich and grand. Don’t you think?” He says, seeing no intention from the beauty in front of him to give part to any sort of movement, staring intently at him, until finally he hears a response:
“What do you intend following me and why are you doing so?” Slightly dumbfounded by the silky voice, its alluring tone even though serious and icy, the man wolf quickly gathers his wit and prepares to speak once again.
“So cold of you to outright ignore me, at this point, wouldn’t we be acquaintances already considering this little charade of ours?”
The ashen haired man quickly retaliates: “I do not care in any way how you regard me as, and as such, I will not partake in idly babbling. Now answer my question, my patience is not mild and you are certainly most unnerving at the moment.”
“Quite the sharp tongue there, huh. Be it as it may, although you are dazzling to the point of wonder and I hold no grudge against thou, I am not following my own desires prosecuting you, and in my stead, orders are the only thing driving my doing at the moment. As much as I resent this, I heed reason rather than tragedy. Does that satisfy your inquiring? “He responds with a small smirk of his own.
Narrowing sapphire eyes finally fixate on his and he hears: “Then, whose orders are you under?”
And as response: “And there you go, the most important question! Well, to humor you, it is actually the current head of the Zoldyck vampire family. I do not care whatever his reasons are, but what does pick my interest is why the most important count of vampires would ever want something to do with you, considering the odd scent you exude. A vampire, whom does not a vampire at the same time, interesting indeed…”
Hearing this, the man instantly stiffens, furrows his brows and adopts a wary posture: “That is none of your concern. Now, feel free to tell them to off themselves and quit the struggle, I am not ever going back and that is final. And so, I bid you farewell, we will no encounter again.”
At this, Hazel eyes lost a tiny bit of the glint they had, and the Werewolf says: “Now, now, that wouldn’t do any good to me, right?*Sighs* I am afraid that won’t do, I don’t know what kind of history you have with that family, but right now I’m not exactly in a place to choose any favorites. I hope you really understand, I seek no harm, but at the moment, I need you to go back with me.”
The moment those words were said, the tension rose quickly. On one side, the pale beauty now had an aggressive demeanor, and while our tan character himself was not truly and wholly committed to the “cause”, he was one to relish on a good challenge and the fulfillment combat provided.
Sorry Mito, seems like I won’t be able to go back without a scratch. Boy, I am bound to an earful later on *Sigh*.
Suddenly, an ivory figure was extremely close to him, enlarged claw like nails slitting his throat while his own right hand was holding the vampire’s left arm refraining the upcoming attack and his left was stopped just tearing clothes and slightly gashing his opponent’s right flank. Right at the moment, excited hazel eyes met surprised blue ones, straining muscles bulged and veins dilated and a slight rosy lips parted in an expectant smirk adorned by enlanging fangs. Confused, the werewolf just arked a brow in response.
Leaning his face closer to the werewolf, and with his eyes coloring to a deep vermilion color, the glint on his eyes now revealed mischief: “Seems like pops didn’t send a pup this time around; you seem like a bit of fun. Come now, indulge me and show me whether my judgement is precise or not. Don’t leave me hanging now… It would be disappointing to see you coming up to be just a vague promise of amusement.” Finished the vampire in a diverted tone.
“Aren’t you full of surprises? And here I thought you would be like one of those pompous fools vampires. It is decided, I like you; but no matter, I hope you can keep up. Since these last days have been quite the thwart and the fight is this promising, you being just a pretty face would be disappointing.” Answered the werewolf with a grin of his own, more cheerful than mocking.
“...Are you an idiot? Quit the rambling and fight already. “ Seemingly taken aback for a second, the vampire responded in a strained tone.
“I’ve been waiting for ages.” Came as a response and while the excitement to battle was taking over, the other man couldn’t be helped but to find endearing the bashful vampire this time around.
And so, Killua and Gon met for the first time ever.