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The Story Teller

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Max the hunter lifts his rifle. He aims it down the street where Hetatsubashi-una waits. ‘I can’t believe he is real’ the hunter thinks as he quivers in fear and anticipation. ’the snow devil is real’
Hetatsubashi crouches on all fours, he sees the hunter and he knows that he is no pilgrim to spite his roes. Hetatsubashi speaks to his rivals mind “Vampire’s slave, I have traveled across and ocean of time and a see of ice to come here. Do you think you have what it takes to fight me?”
Max hesitates, he has never experienced wolf magic before. He can see the devil twice, first standing before him in the shape of a dog and yet again hiding within the eye of his mind. The hunter sweats shaking. He remembers the stories, Hetatsubashi, the devil of the snow, wares a scar in the shape of a flower over one eye to mark he killed king Krusha a master vampire, and he did it with his naked fangs, he has master all the magic of the old world he might even be the oldest wolf still alive. The hunter know well that the reword for killing this wolf is he shall get to name his own kingdom. But if his first built doesn’t kill Hetatsubashi he won’t have time to take a second.
The risk is worth it. He can kill this wolf. His weapon was given to him by a overlord, he can’t miss. The hunter takes aim, he steals his nerves slowly he gathers his courage. The wolf, with its white hair and yellow-black eyes stairs, not run, not conjure his magic, simple looks and waits. It is only a hundred or so feet, it will be easy.
“Come on Max, I didn’t come all this way to kill you. Think hard, if you can, I’m after something far bigger. Walk away and you won’t become dog-food”

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