I do not own Claymore. This is fanfiction with an OC element I always wanted to try out.

Part One: The Last of His Kind

Lupus sat under a tree and sighed. With one of his hefty arms propped up on a knee, he would twiddle with a small blade of grass before he got bored with it and cast it aside to find a new one. Most onlookers kept their distance from him out of fear; others would come up to see why he was sitting there. It was either because they were bold, stupid or a combination thereof that compelled them to study this bizarre creature. A bipedal wolf? Nobody had ever seen the likes of it. But there he was, letting the world pass him by without so much as a care.

He had very strange gear on him due to his dog legs, massive shoulders and other such oddities. His feet were wrapped in leather with padding on the soles for long treks. He was shirtless, for not requiring such useless items with his brown and grey fur, but he did wear pants out of civilized mannerisms. The only other visible garb was a leather hat that he would fix from time to time to keep the setting sun out of his brown eyes. A backpack could be seen sitting next to him, but the only thinks stored away in it were canteens and jerky for long travels. Seldom would he visit a village for they either shunned him or ran away screaming. He couldn't quite understand it; up north, wolf demons were regarded with respect. Or rather, once were.

Footsteps could be heard coming up the old beaten path. The wolf demon raised an eyebrow at the coming man and his ears were titled back slightly. 'It's only a human.' So of course, there was no need to worry or keep starring at the man and give him a heart attack.

"Sir?" the town leader said in a shaky voice as he approached Lupus. "Maybe it would be best if you left our area."

Lupus sneezed, making the man jump back in alarm. Flicking yet another grass blade aside, he turned his attention to a small tan pebble which he picked up with his blackened claws. There was absolutely no sign on him that mentioned to the town leader that he had been heard.

"Um, sir? Did you hear me?"

"I heard you the first time." Lupus flicked the pebble away and gave the leader a dull look. The man appeared as though he was about to faint.

"Not to, um, cause you disrespect or anything, but you see…"

"Yeah yeah, I get it." Lupus got to his feet, picked up his back pack and walking stick and faced the man. Slinging the pack over his left shoulder, he grabbed hold of the strap and left his right hand to holding his walking stick. "So when has it become common practice for humans to tell demons to move along?"

"We just feel your kind might not fit in too well around here."

Lupus made his way around the man and growled. "If you think I'm one of those flesh eating monsters, you're wrong. Dead wrong."

The town leader watched as the wolf man made his way down the road and off into the woods. All around him, the people gathered to see what was said. "He just got up and left. I've never seen a Yoma ever do that."

"Well I've never seen a fool do such a thing as to tell it to leave," his wife cut in. "What were you thinking?"

The town leader rubbed his forehead. "In all honestly, I wasn't. It was just, you know, he was there and all and, I really didn't want to get the Claymores involved."

"So that's an excuse to get your guts eaten?"

Lupus listened in on the woman's conversation. A slight smirk formed on one side of his mouth, yet he didn't go as far as to show his fangs. "Claymores. That's all I need."

For years Lupus had been a nomad, going from one area to the next in an attempt to finally settle down and relax. Yet it seemed the harder he tried, the more resistance he received. Damned humans and their superstitious ways. But it hadn't always been like this. When Lupus lived up north, he was shown respect by the human tribes that worked in the mines. They knew he wasn't a Yoma and they also knew he just wanted to live his life in peace. So they gave him that and let him be. He even did the same for them. But one day the Claymores caught wind of him living up by the mines that made their weapons. They hunted him, pushing him farther and farther to the south until he ended up in Yoma territory. The humans who lived their branded him as some vile creature and refused him hospitality. Claymores, the same ones that had pushed his kind to the brink of extinction. If he ever met a Claymore face to face, he would surely make them pay.

"So then, is this how things work out between demons and humans?" Lupus gave a heavy sigh as he stepped farther and farther into the woods. "What a life indeed. You hear that you damn bastards?! Human!"

The sound of his voice, although young and human like, trailed through the forest and sent the birds scattering into the air. All around him, the whole forest went still. His ears would perk up from time to time whenever a sound was heard, but for the most part he remained calm. That was when he smelled it; the scent of an investigator trying to pinpoint the exact location of the noise. With all of the protein needed to keep his body healthy and strong, only one thing could sustain him.

Two eyes peered out from the thicket. Little more than narrow slits surrounded by an evil glow, they darted from left to right in hopes of finding this fool. A slavering maw opened up to reveal rows of fangs. "Dinner," it whispered, right before looking up to see Lupus come crashing down upon it. Although it didn't know it, this murderous creature found out why Yoma had been driven away from the mines.