- Pronouns
- He/Him, They/Them
This rp will be an ongoing series introducing a number of concepts and characters that I consider to be semi-canonical. Concepts and characters include powered individuals in the style of Marvel and DC's heroes and villains, as well as fantasy creatures like werewolves. Consider it as canonical to Eras as you like. Enjoy reading.
The soft whirr of the Trifan’s engines made Arne thankful that Gotmark’s government wasn’t as cheap as his previous employers. If they had been heading out to the middle of nowhere to investigate something he could only describe as from the realm of fiction, they wouldn’t have been flying in a state of the art aircraft like this one - and they would be doing this with a lot more noise.
He had Prince William to thank, not that he’d ever admit such. He was still, technically, a prisoner of the state, serving out a 14 year sentence for being involved in a certain amount of dodgy business. William had recruited him out of a Geldkreiger prison and he’d been working for the young prince ever since. Rumour said William had been running Gotmark’s entire intelligence apparatus since his early teens, and whilst Arne didn’t entirely believe that, the man who sat across from him certainly had his fingers in a lot of pies.
“Relax, Arne. In all likelihood we’ll find nothing and this will just have been a pleasant test flight for the Trifan.” The Prince spoke easily, as he always did. It wasn’t often that he was phased - or, at least, it wasn’t often that he showed it. “And if it is something, we just have something hunting the wolves of the northern forests. That kind of predator is an issue, especially this close to the border.”
Arne didn’t find himself more relaxed at the Prince’s words, but forced himself to at least not be so tense. He looked around the spacious cabin, and noted that apart from himself and the Prince, everyone, even the pilot, were armed, and heavily enough to repel any wildlife they might come across in this area of the forest.
The pilot indicated they were nearing their destination, a clearing about half a mile away. Arne remembered the briefing he had read - six months, the discovery of a corpse of a dead animal, a large, likely lupine specimen, killed by something likely bigger, stronger and more deadly - a predator of predators it seemed, after several more bodies were reported by forest rangers and locals. This latest call had come in less than six hours ago - and now, with the sun newly risen, they were arriving at its reported location.
The pilot landed and Arne joined the Prince and his three bodyguards as they made their way off the plane. Landing in the snow required special skis to be fitted to the aircraft, but they worked well, despite a lack of previous testing. William had neglected to tell Arne this, but privately had been simmering with nervous excitement, both at the first real use of the Trifan but also at what they might discover.
It didn’t take long to find the corpse, only lightly buried in a fresh snowfall. Just like the others, whatever had killed it hadn’t been gentle. Deep slashes in the body and it was missing part of its skull. The attack had been brutal, and quick, Arne surmised, examining the body at the Prince’s request.
Whilst the soldiers kept on alert for the presence of anyone else in the area, the Prince asked Arne what it was they were dealing with. The older man said nothing for a long time, shocked by what he had just discovered.
The ‘wolf’ corpse had a human leg. Undeniably a human leg, seemingly frozen in mid transformation to… something… Arne turned to the Prince, look on his face confirming what it was he had feared.
Something was hunting the werewolves of Gotmark.
The soft whirr of the Trifan’s engines made Arne thankful that Gotmark’s government wasn’t as cheap as his previous employers. If they had been heading out to the middle of nowhere to investigate something he could only describe as from the realm of fiction, they wouldn’t have been flying in a state of the art aircraft like this one - and they would be doing this with a lot more noise.
He had Prince William to thank, not that he’d ever admit such. He was still, technically, a prisoner of the state, serving out a 14 year sentence for being involved in a certain amount of dodgy business. William had recruited him out of a Geldkreiger prison and he’d been working for the young prince ever since. Rumour said William had been running Gotmark’s entire intelligence apparatus since his early teens, and whilst Arne didn’t entirely believe that, the man who sat across from him certainly had his fingers in a lot of pies.
“Relax, Arne. In all likelihood we’ll find nothing and this will just have been a pleasant test flight for the Trifan.” The Prince spoke easily, as he always did. It wasn’t often that he was phased - or, at least, it wasn’t often that he showed it. “And if it is something, we just have something hunting the wolves of the northern forests. That kind of predator is an issue, especially this close to the border.”
Arne didn’t find himself more relaxed at the Prince’s words, but forced himself to at least not be so tense. He looked around the spacious cabin, and noted that apart from himself and the Prince, everyone, even the pilot, were armed, and heavily enough to repel any wildlife they might come across in this area of the forest.
The pilot indicated they were nearing their destination, a clearing about half a mile away. Arne remembered the briefing he had read - six months, the discovery of a corpse of a dead animal, a large, likely lupine specimen, killed by something likely bigger, stronger and more deadly - a predator of predators it seemed, after several more bodies were reported by forest rangers and locals. This latest call had come in less than six hours ago - and now, with the sun newly risen, they were arriving at its reported location.
The pilot landed and Arne joined the Prince and his three bodyguards as they made their way off the plane. Landing in the snow required special skis to be fitted to the aircraft, but they worked well, despite a lack of previous testing. William had neglected to tell Arne this, but privately had been simmering with nervous excitement, both at the first real use of the Trifan but also at what they might discover.
It didn’t take long to find the corpse, only lightly buried in a fresh snowfall. Just like the others, whatever had killed it hadn’t been gentle. Deep slashes in the body and it was missing part of its skull. The attack had been brutal, and quick, Arne surmised, examining the body at the Prince’s request.
Whilst the soldiers kept on alert for the presence of anyone else in the area, the Prince asked Arne what it was they were dealing with. The older man said nothing for a long time, shocked by what he had just discovered.
The ‘wolf’ corpse had a human leg. Undeniably a human leg, seemingly frozen in mid transformation to… something… Arne turned to the Prince, look on his face confirming what it was he had feared.
Something was hunting the werewolves of Gotmark.