Ulfrec had learned the woods of Darkshore masterfully. He trained himself to hide amongst the shadows of the trees, to lay traps in wait. He crafted himself a new axe out of a sharpened stone, a stick, and vines. These were much more his home than any city ever had been.
It was not long after he began to feel ready to begin his work anew that he smelt it approaching. That foul odor of Gilneas. Mixed with Stormwind. He'd recognize the stench anywhere.
He strung up the tripwire he'd created between two trees across the road, and waited. The victim came on horseback. Perfection. Mere moments later, the horse galloped away and the man who rode it sat on the ground, confused. It was the perfect moment to strike.
Ulfrec seemed to melt out of the trees, snarling in his Worgen form. His jet black fur made him still hard to see in the dark of the woods, even though he was no longer trying to hide himself.
"I can smell a Gilnean's stench a mile off," he growled.
His intended victim answered back, shaking his head. "I take offense to that." Not the brightest one, but maybe that would make this easier.
"You should worry less about what offends you... and concern yourself more with what may kill you." Subtelty was lost on some people -- Ulfrec had abandoned it when he'd abandoned Stormwind. The dark Worgen lifted his axe into the air, but not quickly enough. The victim turned his head and saw -- and began muttering. A spell? An incantation? There wasn't time to find out.
Ulfrec swung the axe, hoping to strike his victim with the flat of it -- just to interrupt the spell. He managed to strike the man's head as he tried to roll away. It was enough -- stunning the victim and getting him to lay on his back. How... convenient. One swift, heavy, perfect, bloody blow to the victim's chest.... The eyes bulged, the breath left. It was death in all its gracious beauty.
Ulfrec's brand new knife, purchased in Lor'danel -- his hatred of wealth did not mean he did not sometimes need to use money himelf -- was almost instantly in his other hand. He lifted it and thrust down towards his victim's mouth....
...and struck the ground. The body was gone. Without the finishing touch. Without the mark And where had it gone? It was alarming... but it was not going to stop him. Ulfrec melted back into the shadows of the trees, awaiting his next victim.
It was not long after he began to feel ready to begin his work anew that he smelt it approaching. That foul odor of Gilneas. Mixed with Stormwind. He'd recognize the stench anywhere.
He strung up the tripwire he'd created between two trees across the road, and waited. The victim came on horseback. Perfection. Mere moments later, the horse galloped away and the man who rode it sat on the ground, confused. It was the perfect moment to strike.
Ulfrec seemed to melt out of the trees, snarling in his Worgen form. His jet black fur made him still hard to see in the dark of the woods, even though he was no longer trying to hide himself.
"I can smell a Gilnean's stench a mile off," he growled.
His intended victim answered back, shaking his head. "I take offense to that." Not the brightest one, but maybe that would make this easier.
"You should worry less about what offends you... and concern yourself more with what may kill you." Subtelty was lost on some people -- Ulfrec had abandoned it when he'd abandoned Stormwind. The dark Worgen lifted his axe into the air, but not quickly enough. The victim turned his head and saw -- and began muttering. A spell? An incantation? There wasn't time to find out.
Ulfrec swung the axe, hoping to strike his victim with the flat of it -- just to interrupt the spell. He managed to strike the man's head as he tried to roll away. It was enough -- stunning the victim and getting him to lay on his back. How... convenient. One swift, heavy, perfect, bloody blow to the victim's chest.... The eyes bulged, the breath left. It was death in all its gracious beauty.
Ulfrec's brand new knife, purchased in Lor'danel -- his hatred of wealth did not mean he did not sometimes need to use money himelf -- was almost instantly in his other hand. He lifted it and thrust down towards his victim's mouth....
...and struck the ground. The body was gone. Without the finishing touch. Without the mark And where had it gone? It was alarming... but it was not going to stop him. Ulfrec melted back into the shadows of the trees, awaiting his next victim.
