RP:Sophie is bitten and contracts lycanthrophy.

Setting

The Dark forest near Vailkrin.

This was rped in June or July 2008

More than one prey

Sophie is hunting in the forest, she has just slaughtered a Bakru and she wipes it's blood from her dagger. She is tired now, and the wound in her leg is starting to trouble her. She thinks that perhaps it might have been wiser to stay home and rest, until the wound was fully healed. She has never been one, for sitting aroung idle, however. The fight with the Bakru has whetted her appetite for more hunting, so, using her staff as a wlking stick, to take the weight off her injured leg, she continues, eagerly along the forest path.

Isen prowls about in the brush, lifting his nose to the wind every now and then, as if testing for anything of interest. As the gusting air brings him the scent of Sophie's blood, he stops, quivering, as he inhales deeply. Golden eyes glow dimly in the moonlight as the gray wolf tilts his head back and howls, the long, mournful sound rising and falling eerily, the trees concealing the origin of the sound as it echoes from them. Crouching low, Isen begins to stalk his prey, taking great care to remain hidden.

Isen shouted, "*a wolf's howl echoes from the forest*" Raggor shouted, "*A return howl ensues*"

Sophie is startled when she hears the howl. It is obviously the sound of a wolf, she has had diverse experiences with wolves of late, from Senka, swearing (and trying) to kill her, to the strange, unspoken alliance between herself and the skinny black wolf earlier today.It is dark beneath the thick canopy of leaves and Sophie cannot see the creature which made the bloodcurdling sound.The path is covered with half rotten logs, and other vegetation.It is not a suitable surface for running, even were she uninjured. Trying to face in the direction she thinks the howl came from, Sophie begins to back slowly away.

Isen sneaks slowly around behind Sophie, his padded feet making little or no noise on the ground beneath him; the wolf is in his natural habitat. As she backpedals, he waits, gauging the situation, waiting for just the right moment. The smell of her blood attracts him, and he can finally wait no longer; he must have his meal. He bursts from cover, teeth bared in a silent snarl, then snapping toward the elf's calf.

Sophie sees the wolf coming at the last moment and manages to spin around her centre of gravity, stepping back and around with the foot that was the wolf target. She adjusts her staff, so that she is holding it, with both hands, near her end, knuckes upwards, she pokes the end of the staff, downwards, aiming for the wolf's nose. She is aware that a wolf's nose is very sensitive. She hopes that if she can cause him enough pain, the wolf may feel that this meal is more trouble than it is worth.

Isen snarls again, this time much more audibly, rage filling him all the more as the pain from the staff's blow to his snout registers in his mind. Throwing caution to the winds, the lycan leaps into the air, intending to rise above the staff, and sink his teeth into the woman's upper arm.

Sophie this attack suceeds and the Lycan's sharp teeth, bite deep into Sophies left bicep, the force of the strong creature leaping at her also knocks her backwards and she falls into an odd sort of seated position. Copious amounts of blood flow from the wound. Sophie feels sick, just looking at it. She desparately tries to reduce the amount of blood loss, by applying pressure with her other hand, while at the same time, trying to scramble to her feet.

Isen is thrown clear as Sophie falls, and he lands some distance away, hopping to his feet. He stops, and watches the little elf, seeming to be debating whether or not continue his meal, or just let her die on her own.

Sophie manages to regain her footing, but she is feeling dizzy, from loss of blood, and she has lost her staff. At this moment, fear is more of a factor that the pain from the old wound in her leg, so she turns towards the route out of the forset and moves off in a strange, half-limping, half jogging gait. She prays that she will reach safety, before, she is either attacked once more, or passes out!