Werewolf Hunt~ [Cetus]

Animals were not beings that Amalie carried any special feelings towards, she didn't dislike them, but she didn't feel that same warmth that others seem to feel. That love that owners would carry towards their pets, integrating a lesser species into their family and forcing it to be a part of their lives to fill whatever void they had. Perhaps it was something to do with the fact that her mother never allowed her to own a pet, why spend money keeping an animal when you could buy drugs right? Amalie's last memory of even wanting an animal companion was walking through the streets behind her money when she was eight, as she went to visit her dealer, seeing another child pass her by, adorable little puppy in hand. When she had asked about buying one, her mother had shot her down harshly. "Why would you want one of those Amalie, they're just needy creatures that can't look after themselves." Somehow when her Mother had said those words, Amalie had sensed she was talking less about a pet and more about Amalie. So she never asked again and that had been that.

The only other time she ever really had an animal close to her, was when Charles would swing by theirs to visit Wyatt, occasionally bringing along his two oversized Rottweilers. They may have been pretty dogs, had he not stuffed them with muscle expanding medication and taught them to be incredibly violent. One time Amalie had witnessed the two bitches tear a man limb from limb with a simple one word command. They were disgusting creatures, and greatly suited to the owner that reared them. Because of all these factors, Amalie wasn't especially fazed by the possibility of killing animals. Especially savage beasts such a Werewolves, she had only heard tales and horror stories about these monstrosities. Now that she was a working mage, it was time for her to face one herself.

She stood on the plains of the Curse lands, her long light-blue hair billowing in the wind behind her. She stood in a statuesque manner, in her newly fitted white uniform, representing her role as a member of the West Fiore Trading Company. Her cold eyes stared into the space in front of her, she was supposed to be doing this with another mage, who it was she did not know. The information had stated just to arrive in the Curse lands and deal with the beasts at hand. Perhaps, they would not show. But that would be fine, she didn't really fancy socialising, especially not after the idiot she had faced on the last job she took. However if they did show, she could only hope they would get on it with job at hand, she wasn't one for extravagant displays of magic. Pretty lights and sparkles where not her forte, sometimes the simpler the better in her perspective.

She would wait a few more moments, if her partner didn't arrive, she would set off on her own. She needed to track down these Werewolves, and who knew how long that would take. She had arrived at the last spot the Wolves had been spotted, now it was just a matter of picking up a trail. As though to answer her call, there was a howl in the distance. The corners of her lips rose in a smirk, Looks like it won't be too long until I get to play. She thought in excitement.

The sound of steps caught her ears, mixed with the rustling of leaves over by the nearby trees, Amalie turned to look. Watching the approach of the man she assumed would be her partner for the job. He was about the same height as herself, perhaps a fraction taller. His face covered by some form of animal-made mask, meaning she could only see his mouth and jawline. Blue haired tousled back from behind the mask, his most distinguishing feature thus far. He wore a black wife beater and leather trousers, coupled with the mask it was an interesting look. However how he looked didn't matter, he was here, so now they could do the job. Her eyes fell to the sight of the blood dripping from his hand, so he had already fought something before arriving to see her. Yet the rest of him appeared unscathed, she wondered whether the blood belong to beast or human. Doubting she would receive an answer should she ask, it wasn't relevant either way, as long as he didn't attempt to kill her.

He greeted her, his words only confirmed the fact they had been assigned to this task together. There was no exchange of names, no pleasantries, just the statement indicating for them to begin the job. Just how Amalie preferred. She offered him a curt nod, following him as he sharply headed towards the forest. The dirt crunching beneath their steps as they briskly walked in silence, arriving at the treeline in a few short moments. The masked man stopped suddenly, he seemed to be paying attention to something. He spoke, informing her that something had been ripped apart nearby, pointing in the direction to which it was happening. Werewolves were known for their violent killing, Amalie deduced that it was either them or some other monstrous creature. At present it seemed like their best option. She offered him a simple reply, "Then let's hunt."

Straightening up, her magic pooled within, creeping it's way from within her, climbing up through her throat. "Flight" The spell reverberated through the air with a loud commanding boom, suddenly her body lifted off the ground. Now completely weightless as though being carried by some invisible force. Amalie shot forward into the direction he had instructed her, wasting no time. It was faster this way, and undoubtedly speed was a necessity here. Amalie flew through the trees, after a while she could smell it, the blood. There was a lot of it. She burst through the trees to the scene of chaos, the remains of what appeared to be a camp site. The bodies of what she could only presumed had been sleeping campers lying in a state of desolation. An arm here, A head there, killed before they could even scream for help. Much of them had been dragged off further into the woods, most likely where they were being feasted on. "Empowerment," She called, a pulse of magic vibrating through her body.

She flew forward, moving deeper into the messy site, the monsters were still near, most likely watching. She let out a whistle, much like the kind humans did to their pets to get their attention, "Here doggy, doggy," She called out coldly. There was a snarl. She smirked, the magic flew up through her once more. "Shards" Glass suddenly began to spawn around her, jagged and broken, they floated around her, waiting for her command.  The pounding of heavy feet, a wolf dove out of the trees at her. With a nod, the shards flew forward, burying itself in the wolves body. Piece by piece, slicing into it, relentlessly carving into it, it let out a pained whine. She glanced around with an almost bored expression, she was hoping something bigger would have jumped out. She heard the rumbling through the trees, more were coming that was sure.

Shard by shard, Amalie watched as the wolf in front of her was stabbed and sliced by her spell. It writhed on the ground, attempting to dislodge some of the shards, but to no avail. The more it rolled the deeper the shards went in. Cutting further and further into it's flesh, ripping muscles, opening veins. It would be dead in a few minutes. Amalie heard another set of growls behind her, spinning in the air, more shards appeared around her as she turned. As though manifested from nowhere, she spotted the two additional wolves. Come to die... She thought. They charged, and the shards charged back, endlessly slicing at the wolves like a swarm of insects. Amalie sighed, this wasn't as fun as she hoped it would be. Perhaps it was all the brutality, she had witnessed as a member of the Corvin family. Maybe she had become desensitized to it all, didn't normal people get scared in moments like this? Surrounded by a bed of corpses, was she not supposed to be screaming right now? Just how fucked up am I? She wondered casually. They was no thrill of fear here, she was just hunting dogs as far as it seemed.

She watched as masked man stepped into the clearing, appearing to have been showered in blood. Whereas she didn't have a single drop on her, her white uniform was as clean and unsullied as it had been when she had arrived. The masked man was proving to be a useful and competent partner at least, this much pleased her. If she had to handle someone squeamish on such a mission, it would've been even more of a drag. Sissies were not her cup of tea in the slightest. She nodded as he stated he'd taken out five targets. She raised her hand, jolting her thumb over her shoulder to indicate the dead wolf behind her. "That ones gone, and these two will be dead any second now. I'm just letting my glass do it's work," She informed him over the sound of the wolves pained whines as the glass continue to slice away at them, they were lying down now. The muscles that had been holding them up damaged beyond repair, pools of blood formulating around them.

The man asked for her name suddenly, she raised a brow in surprise, but answered nonetheless. "It's Amalie, Do I get to have yours?" She wondered, not really caring if he gave it to her. She reached up, running a hand through her hair, she brushed it back. The swift flight though the trees had ruffled it slightly, with a quick brushing of her fingers, it returned to it's sleek normality. She watched as the man proceeded to whip his head around and growl, He's rather animalistic isn't he... She thought casually, wondering if this was a factor of his magic or his upbringing, perhaps it was both. She had yet to witness his work, but something told her it was not for the feint-hearted.

She spun around to face the direction he had, watching as several wolves and finally a few human-looking wolves entered the clearing. At the sight of the monster, her face split into a wild grin. They looked fun, maybe, just maybe she would actually get to play properly. To feel the thrill she'd watched the Corvin brothers relish in for so many years. The masked man cast a spell that seemed to cause pain to the wolves, before inviting her to join him in the fight. "Let's." She purred in reply, rising into the air higher. She came up above the group of wolves, then flicked her fingers outwards, causing all the shards around her  to begin shooting downwards. Like a shower of glass, it hammered into the wolves below. The group split slightly into an attempt to escape the deadly downpour. Amalie chuckled following after one of the humanoid wolves that had split from the group. She dropped in front of it, tutting as she shook her head, "Now, now, Doggy, no running away." She said in a teasing tone, the werewolf snarled and slashed at her. She darted back out of it's reach. Her magic flying up through her body, "Burn." Her hands lit up with fire, bringing them forward, the flames exploding forward hitting the Werewolf with the full force of her fire. In the meantime more shards appeared, like a horde of buzzing bees they shook excitedly. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted two normal wolves creeping closer, trying to get close enough to attack. She glanced at them, "Lie down." She barked, the shards shot out, slicing away at the wolves legs. Within a few moments they were rendered unable to stand. Their ligaments and joint muscles torn to shreds. This is almost too easy. She though, the werewolf in front of her roared angrily. Charging at her despite now being on fire, her eyes widened and she shot up into the air again. Narrowing avoiding being tackled by the thing, Maybe not, She thought with an exhilarated grin.

So far the whole event had been rather disappointing in Amalie's eyes, there wasn't much thrill or even fear. Just ease, the quick calculation of where to have to shards cut, what lacerations to make, what muscles to tear. Then that was it, at no point did she fill exhilarated, it was just void. Perhaps, in killing these weaker beast, they would lure out the big dogs. Packs tended to have Alphas right, would Werewolves behave the same? If so, she was sure they hadn't made an appearance just yet.

The man known as Caimilier was a violent, merciless and thoroughly efficient fighter. He wasn't putting on any big shows or fancy airs of complicated attacks. He was just tearing the beasts apart, it wasn't the prettiest way to fight, but it was the best way to get the job done. Especially against monsters, they couldn't be reasoned with or brought to heel. These were savage blood-thirsty beasts, extermination was the only way to proceed. Amalie had no doubts that if pushed the wrong way, the blue-haired guy would rip off one of her limbs without a seconds hesitation. He was a different kind of monster in his own right. She would just have to proceed as she was, he didn't show any intention of attacking her yet, but it was always worth considering the possibility.

She had just about been ready to unleash another attack on the werewolf before her, when Caimilier addressed her in an oddly affectionate way. He tackled the werewolf before her, instructed her to handle the ones fleeing. She glanced over briefly before looking back, seeing that he had things under control. "Certainly."She replied in an amused tone. She darted away quickly, levitating to a stop in front of the escapees. She raised her hand and wagged her finger at them, the air around her almost sparkling from the light reflecting off the vibrating glass. The shards pelted forward, multiplying in their hundreds, there was a endless foray of stabbing and slicing. Some of it even cause blood to spray onto her white uniform, to which she pouted. Bringing her thumb to her mouth she licked it, then attempted to dab some of the blood off. Need some baking soda... She thought offhandedly, hopefully this wouldn't take too long, she would want to at least try to get home quickly and wash it off. She didn't want the white to contain a permanent discolouring. She continued to casually inspected her clothes, all the while the werewolves before her were still being cut to pieces.

There was a loud howl in the air, Amalie glanced around, hearing Caimilier's remark, she smirked. "Of course," She waved her hand behind her, sending a burst of flame in their direction, they screeched as they caught alight. The glass in the air around her suddenly doubled, before shooting down like a horde once more. Slicing down into the werewolves necks, each of they're throats were torn up. Within a few moments, all of them began collapse to the ground dead behind her. She didn't even look to watch, just floated away, in eager anticipation for the next opponent. She could hear the thunderous pounding of feet making it's way towards them, about to burst through the trees at any moment. Her magic crept up her throat, "Frost." The air around her grew cold, a sudden wind begin to blow around her, whipping her hair fiercely behind her. In a matter of minutes, the clearing was filled with a magical blizzard. Ultimately slowing any beast about to run into it, giving herself and Caimilier the advantage. The murderous growls that echoed through the forest were delightfully menacing, Amalie even let out a chuckle in response, her shards quivering with anticipation for the final fight.

Amalie touched down on the ground lightly, her shards disappearing for a moment as she considered the next moves to make. She could sense that she was filtering through her magic store quite quickly, she would need to resolve this. "Restoration." She called feeling a warm buzzing sensation throughout her body as her magic began to replenish itself. She followed this command with "Resistance." A precautionary ability, hardening the wall of magical resistance around her. She watched as the wolves hit the blizzard wall around them, smirking as they were immediately slowly. The blistering cold doing damage along the way. She heard Caimilier's remark and rolled her eyes in response. Boo hoo. She thought, before recasting her previous Flight and Shard spell. She once again floated in the air, moving so she was at least a few feet above the wolves. She watched Caimilier's attempt at attacking the creature's, remarking that the wolves had magical fur. She floated along as they proceeded to chase him, as long as they remained within her blizzard they would be unable to run at full speed.

Interesting, I may have to take this seriously. Amalie waved her arms, the shards around her multiplied again and again, until the skill was amass with shards twinkling in the light of the full moon. If their fur was magical, then she would just have to give them a hair cut, even magical creatures had a limit to how much magical their could resist. "My turn." She threw her arms down, her shards shot forward, like a giant swarm of bees they began attacking the werewolves. Amalie's fingers danced in the air, much like a conductor she spun the invisible webs of control she had over the shards. To the outside eye it may have seemed like a brutal non-sensical show of violence, yet with ever slice and jab she was testing. Testing the wolves for weak spots. She could feel it through the glass, the area where the fur was preventing the glass from piercing through. Then those spots where the glass could successfully be imbedding: inside the ears, the gums of the werewolves open mouths and most painfully of all, their eyes. She blinded two of them with ease, stopping the attack on Caimilier. "They can't see you now, but they'll still be able to hear and smell you," She told him, the third had managed to dodge the glass to the face. Having witnessed it's affects on it's fellow werewolves it was quick enough to move away. Amalie waved her hand through the air, even more shards appearing around her, as she was about to unleash another blow just for the third wolf. The wolf bent back on it's hind legs, before suddenly leaping into the air, catching her by the legs. She was dragged to the ground with incredible force, hitting the earth hard. The wolf roared in her face, leaning in to take a bite, her eyes glanced up towards the wolf, another outpour of magic flowing out of her as she offered her own roar of magic. "BURN!"

The flames that erupted from her were so strong that any snow in the close vicinity melted, she reached out, clutching the werewolves maw. Screaming as the fire erupted from her fingers, singeing it's magical fur. The creature threw itself back, dragging her up with it. It's sharp talons scratching at her burning hands, the wolf managed to grab one of her arms, pulling her off. She was launched away into a nearby tree, her body slamming hard into the bark. She wheezed, the air forced out of her body as she fell to the ground. She lay there for a moment, Fuck, that hurt. She thought, slowly her face broke into a grin, she began to stand, laughing as she did so. Her previous stoic expression a picture of excitement as she turned back to the wolves, hands dripping in blood from it's attack. The blizzard had followed her to the treeline, still going despite her fall. She leapt into the air, regaining her flight, she waved her blood-riddled fingers. The shards reformed around her, except this time instead of floated around randomly. They began to form an organised line, stretching up into the air, until it was a chain of broke glass. The wolf prepared to leap again, as soon as the wolf jumped, the shards shot forward. 

One by one stabbing the wolf in the chest, over and over, in the same spot. The fur may have been resistant, but if hit in the same spot, over and over again. It was bound to give, and that it did. After being hit with several sharp pieces of glass, the fur began to fall, and the flesh began to split apart. Cut, cut, cut. Endlessly, Amalie watched with unforgiving eyes, a wild grin on her face as the pieces of glass carved their way into it's chest. The Werewolf tried to block the shards, realising what was happening but to no avail, the shards would just move around it's hands, or move to feint slicing at it's eyes. The wolf didn't know where to protect. Amalie's tilted her head, closing her eyes for a moment, she could feel a shard having bypassed it's harder outer-lining of flesh, slowly making it's way inside the wolf. She turned her head, directing the shard towards the wolves heart. Her eyes shot open, looking down at the Werewolf with a cold gaze, "Die." The shard shot forward and tore into the wolves air, carving it up from the inside. The wolf stilled, letting out a final pained whine before dropping to the ground dead. Amalie floated their for a moment, no longer smiling. She turned to look at Caimilier, having momentarily forgotten him whilst she had been finishing off her own wolf.