Werewolf

I was listening to Motionless in Whites werewolf while typing this, enjoy

Stepping over a under grown tree, Kenneth kept an eye in front and the other on his HUDS motion tracker as he traversed the swamp? east of Fortress Ken.

The Death of Klaus having delayed his departure towards Discordia's fort within the darklands, him and Vult allowed to prep for the journey with Ken sabatoging the ass holes travels after reading his mind as shift… the man had disgusted him before but his thoughts were even more vile than Ken had thought, the man having taken over other rogue mercenaries behind an unnamed associate giving away vital information to raiders and other rapists, and revealing another target known as Don Armage, whoever that was.

Ken had his work cut out for him as he was now the leader of the reformed Orcs and Imps, the Gremlins having been granted intelligence close to the halflings like Prim.

Klaus' funeral was a day ago with Claudia clinging to ken like a lifeline after the procession, even after she burnt any belongings of Grave, she had begun making a shrine for Klaus with ken leaving only after making sure she was mentally stable.

Which led to now, with Ken traversing the homeland of the wolf man. The occasional Deer poking out of nowhere despite this place not being a proper home for Deer.

The ping of his HUD freezing him in place as he looked to the radar, it showed a dot moving behind him.

Turning around suddenly with his eyes scanning the undergrowth, Ken went to move onward again if not for his eyes to catch a set of white in a bush.

Staring at the eyes with familiarity, Ken stared for a moment before his HUD alerted him to more blimps on his radar... he was surrounded!

Watching as the eyes emerged from the bush, it revealed itself to be a Brown furred werewolf with battle scars riddling its chest.

Watching it approach without fear, Ken craned his head back to keep it's gaze with his own, it bared it's teeth with a growl before it looked past Ken.

Backing away with a whine, Ken slowly looked behind him to stare at a large female wolf as she stood two heads over him, a large scar running over her left eye, Ken gave her body a once over before looking back up to her eyes.

Watching her lean down to sniff him, Ken called forth his own essence as he tilted his head to mimic her own.

Staring into one another's eyes, Ken's brown melted into a soft amber beneath his helmet.

Deciding to take a risk, Ken made his helmet hiss open to show his human face with his eyes glowing amber.

Leaving the she-wolf mesmerized by his gaze she failed to notice his left hand reaching to her chin.

Flinching away as his hand touched her chin, Ken rubbed it gently with the she-wolf leaning into the hand with a soft growl as Ken stepped forward with his other hand caressing the back of her head with care.

Resting his head against hers, the other werewolves watched with growing ease as the alpha shook her tail as Ken petted her.

"I need you're help, wolf queen" staring into his eyes once more, the alpha stood tall with her calm replaced with a Howl, the pack following to show the entire swampland filled with an army, making Ken's eyes lose the glow as he smirked.

Sitting on his Steed as the morning sun rose, Vult looked around for the Butcher of Ken with an annoyed frown, Hicks and Kin growing more impatient by the minute before the sounds of thunder rumbled from the east, making Vult frown before his eyes widened as his horse whined in protest before a large blur shot past with a hungry snarl, knocking Vult off his horse, the sight of an army of werewolves rushing past left the Kuroinu panicking as a larger werewolf slowed to a stop, showing Ken clinging to it's back calmly, easily keeping balanced as he rode it like a war horse.

Staring down at Vult as the werewolf steed stalked forward, the female alpha landed beside him with teeth bared as sensing the evil within this human before her.

"Try to keep up, whelp" with that the horde of werewolves rushed past with reformed Orcs and imps joining the horde with their own horses.

"That fucking freak!" Vult snarled as he climbed onto his steed.

"We're not letting that fuck ruin my plans, Get moving!"

Looking up from her throne with a start, Olga Discordia blinked her vision clear her mind at sensing a large portion of her minions vanish from her magical grip, looking to her right hand with a frown, Olga stood up calmly as she moved away from her throne.

Stepping to a balcony overlooking her domain, Olga stared at the darkened landscape with a frown as Monstrous Orcs lumbered in mock forms of patrol routes, a large cyclops walked into view with a low rumble, the very beast standing half as tall as her castle, Olga paid the sounds of footsteps behind her with no concern.

"What do our scouts tell us, Chloe?" waiting for a response from her faithful servant, the Half Dark Elf spoke with hesitation.

"Y-Your legions have been… torn apart by a new party, M'lady" frowning in concern finally, Olga turned to Chloe who had paled despite being a dark elf, Olga frowned further as Chloe continued.

"The Queen, Celestine, had knighted another warrior but mere seven days ago due to his reputation growing in spades upon you're legion's defeat in the farmlands of Ken"

"And who is this knight to halt my conquest?" seeing Chloe gulp as her hands shook, she reached for a scroll to hand it to Olga who took it to show a detailed image of the Knight, making her eyes stare worriedly at the sight of a Horned Skull glaring at her form the paper.

"His name is unknown, but he has been given the moniker, Butcher of Ken, and the ender of the Levantine bloodline with the deaths of Grave and Klaus Levantine, Claudia Levantine made a widow due to Grave's betrayal of his son, the Butcher making him an example by… impaling him on the nest fields of Ken's lands… M'lady?" seeing Olga breathing heavily as she began to shake in terror, Discordia spoke.

"Klarion… he has returned, but I did what he wanted, I caused chaos, WHAT HAVE I DONE TO INSULT HIM!" feeling hands hold her steady as her legs failed her, Olga held Chloe in fear at feeling her doom approaching…

If only she knew her fate was changed for the better than the pathetic excuse of a future where the kingdom was called a cuntry.

Moving through the fields towards the border of Ken with his new horde following with glee, his steed panting happily at running full tilt forward, Ken spared the Alpha beside him a glance before cycling the Omnitrix, dialling for Fenrir as he jumped off his steed, the Alpha stared in wonder as Fenrir gave a howl as he ran amongst the werewolves.

When they crossed the border into the Darkland, Ken felt the presence of Hatred radiate within as he felt the land pulsing with the chaos left behind by Klarion.

Shaking his head to keep up with the horde, the clouds above showed the signs of a thunder storm ahead.

Snarling as he moved faster, Ken's eyes scanned the front of the charge before his eyes widened as seeing a large Cyclops crash through a mountain with a roar, large corrupted Orcs rushing out of hiding with Ken snarling as his muzzle split open as he slid to a stop.

Inhaling deep while aiming for the approaching Cyclops, Ken released a focused blast of his howl as he spoke his newest and favoured battle cry.

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"RIP AND TEAR!"