The moon made it's climb shining through Fenrir's window causing him to come up from his slumber. Movement in his large bed made him cringe. He'd forgotten he'd taken company to bed to help him sleep.
Three women two of them sisters began shifting and rubbing against him stretching out long legs, fingers ran through his ever present fur and hair irritating him.
" Get off!" He snapped. To let them know he meant business he kicked the youngest one off the bed. She came up shrieking and calling him names which only made him angrier. Good God couldn't they just leave when he was done with them? What in all of the name of evil made them think he wanted them in bed with him once he was done? He came up shoving another woman off him and stepped naked off his bed and made his way to his washbasin.
The women cursed him pulling on dirty clothes and hurling threats at him. He washed his face getting the sleep out of his eyes and pausing only long enough to glare at them and make sure they were leaving.
He found his clothes on the floor under the window and pulled them on cursing as the seams split on one sleeve leaving not just his chest exposed but one muscular arm as well. He shrugged and simply ripped both sleeves off. Fashion had never been his strong of his clothes were stolen anyway. He got his wand from were he kept it hidden by the bed and glanced in the large cage next to his bed. Empty.
Usually it held whatever or whoever he was dining on though getting magic folk or better yet their tasty children was harder and harder to do. Even the town of Low Hollow would turn him in for such a thing now.
He went downstairs and had a beer and a hunch of lamb raw. It was one of the few things he was thankful for in a town inhabited by more shape shifters then other folk, actual raw dripping meat. The Goblins even seemed to enjoy it. He payed his tab nodded to some of his pack members and headed into the forest towards the falling trees. The trees were actually weeping willows that wept pure running water so they always looked like they were falling to the ground. Once there he waited impatiently.
He pulled out piece of parchment and glanced at the name. Noise alerted him to a carriage pulled by a horse who immediately got jittery when it caught his scent.
He reached up and grabbed it's bridle and with a hard pull stopped it from rearing.
The fat old tub of lard in the carriage peeked out nervously. " Fenra Greyfolk?"
Fenrir gritted his teeth " It's Fenrir Greyback and I presume I have the pleasure of meeting Mr. Donovan Alexander? "
The man nodded jerkily. " Yes yes sorry I'm late we can commence whenever your ready sir."
The shape shifter eyed the old man incredulously " My fee? "
" Yes yes I have it once we complete.."
Fenrir cut him off. He didn't raise his voice. Instead he made it softer with a silky rasp that sounded like scales rubbing against each other.
" Half now...half when we complete the job. That was the deal."
The old man stared at him a moment nervously rolling his wand from one hand to another.
" If not..." Fenrir continued stroking the horse now who made sound of terror and tried to bolt again but was still held in control by the large shape shifter "...I'm going to pull your lard ass out of this carriage...flay both your arms bloody and leave you to try to walk to safety."
Fenrir's teeth gleamed in the darkness " You've got about oh...20 percent chance of making it out of these woods alive."
The old man 's head jerked a few times " Of course..of course I just didn't know if you wanted it right now or someplace more convenient."
" I'll have my money now thank you." Fenrir said dryly. A bag of coins was handed to him and he kept the reins on the horse in his hands while he counted the coins. Satisfied he climbed onto the carriege and with an expert snap sent the beast fleeing into the dark. The village the old goat wanted to go to was half a night away through some mean forests.
After a long drive in which Fenrir had been forced to stop twice and use his wand to clear them a safe passage the village came into view. It was much different from the one he stayed in. The one he stayed in actually looked like a small town. This place looked like a ghost village with everything falling apart and broken windows everywhere. The old man was looking around from the carriage sweating. His fear had a spicy twang than hand Fenrir sniffing in appreciation.
He hopped off the carriage and tied the horse tightly to a tree before he sauntered up to the door.
" We be here Mr. Alexander safe an sound as I promised so best get on with your business."
The old man nodded and opened the door nearly stumbling on the steps. He held out a wand that was jittering with fear. Fenrir found himself hoping the old bastard didn't accidentally strike a tree down on them. He would have been much happier being a snatcher but he knew it would be a cold day in the underworld before he would ever be hired for that again.
" Well? Get on with it!" Fenrir snapped.
The old man pulled out a flask and then nervously peeked around the gloom. He waved his wand.
" Belldomanitrix! " the power of the wand spread out briefly lighting up various places in red. The man frowned then fumbled a small book out of his cloak.
Fenrir found his lip curling up in disgust. The old bastard had no idea what he was doing. After fumbling some more and calling out variations of the same incantations Fenrir had had enough.
" Gimmie that damn bottle! " He snapped. He took it from the old man's hand and walked into one of the houses. He ignored the noises and the whispers. Demons meant little to shape shifters who carried demons within them. He stepped into a bedroom and pointed his wand at the bed. Instantly a beautiful female shape glowed and then streaked across the room into the bottle. Fenrir corked it and took it back to the old wizard who was looking around fearfully again.
" Here. Get in the carriage." The man did so thanking Fenrir over and over. Fenrir merely grunted. He didn't bother to tell the old goat that consorting with a succubus was going to kill him. As long as he got paid he didn't give a fig about what these magical folk did with the things they caught. He made it back to the weeping woods and stood ready to collect the other half of his fee.
Of course the old man more confidant now tried to bespell Fenrir into forgetting his deal but all that happened was Fenrir had laid open the tub of lards face with his claws before taking his money and slapping the horses's rump to get it going. He turned and began making his way back to his lodgings. Some food would be good. Some rest. Then off to find the next job.