To whom this may concern,
I am sending this letter on behave of our villages, I have been told that you are the best in your line of work and your assistance is desperately need. A man, a beast, a wolf…we aren’t sure what it is but it’s killing us…all of us. We can’t go out at night any more the full moon is the worst it takes ten to fifteen people at a time. Please I beg of you help rid us of this demon.
-Mark Dewitt, council member
I am sending this letter on behave of our villages, I have been told that you are the best in your line of work and your assistance is desperately need. A man, a beast, a wolf…we aren’t sure what it is but it’s killing us…all of us. We can’t go out at night any more the full moon is the worst it takes ten to fifteen people at a time. Please I beg of you help rid us of this demon.
-Mark Dewitt, council member
Clarissa/Scott
Clarissa had read the letter at least thirty times now, she didn’t want to go, she didn’t owe anything to these people. She scoffed at the thought, how did they even know about her. She frowned gently as she laid back on her small bed, she had taken work at a small tavern in one of the bigger colonies. Not that she need the work, but she had nothing better to do and it came with a room. Besides it wasn’t like she was waiting on tables, all she was the bartender, she poured the drinks and having the reputation she did everyone knew better then to boss her or mess with her and if they didn’t they’d learn quickly. She closed her eyes inhaling, deep and slow, the musky made her want to sneeze, but she stopped herself before she did. She read over the letter again.
“A little adventure might be fun, plus it’s probably just some dog.” She finally decided.
She packed her stuff she was known for not staying in the same place for long. She made her way down stairs, the old man that owned the tavern was working the bar at the moment.
“Hey, Marty…I’m leaving.” She called to the old man who simply waved her off.
It was odd, it was like he knew she’d be back and she had left before, this seemed to be a place she knew she could return to and she liked that. A small smile played on her lips as she pushed the doors of the Tavern open. The clouds were gloomy and the air smelled like rain. She walked around the back side of the tavern and yet again a smile crept on to her pale pink lips, but this time more sinister as she Charlie chewing on a dead jack rabbit.
“You coming with me Chalie?” she asked as if the dog spoke English, the wolf paused and tilted it’s headed to the side before going back to its feast. She simply turned on her heels without another word and started off.
By the time she had made it back to the front of the building, Charlie had caught up, blood staining the tan hairs of his chin. She didn’t acknowledge the wolf though, she didn’t half to she simply continued to keep walking. Though she froze immediately grabbing one of her guns as she heard a loud racket from inside the bar followed by the doors opening up and two very large men throwing a very drunken young man out on his ass, landing right in front of Clarissa.
“Weelll, f’d isn’t thy beautiful whicch.” His word were slurred together, he was clearly drunk and more than anything Clarissa wanted to kill him for that name he always called her, witch, it just pissed her off so bad, but surprisingly she had just the smelliest hint of pity for him.
“Get up Scott, I don’t have time for your games.” She hissed kicking him, fairly hard.
He let out a groan as he stumbled a bit to stand up finally able to. Charlie left out a hair raising growl that even caught Clarissa off guard.
“Charlie hush.” She snapped at the wolf as she continued to walk already knowing Scott would follow her.
She had meet him a month ago, when she had first started hanging around at the tavern of course he tried to get in her pants, but the moment they were alone she practically beat the shit out of him, causing him to call her witch after he found out she stole his money and everything on him that night.