Jac
Wolf
Bio
Raised in the southlands in the forests by my father whom still live
there today roaming the forests have little to no contact with
humanity. He taught me everything that I know, from the simple
tracking of animals to being able to hide the trail of a group with
out thought. He was also the one that taught me to shoot and to use
the spear in combat. I have mastered the apitly to fade into the
woods for long periods of time only beeing seen when i wanted to be,
mush like the wolf. I am a hunter, a preditor, by nature. stalking
siletly and then Killing when nessasary. I have lived in the woods
all my 25 years. I know them very well and have traveld threw them
extensivly. I can set snares, traps, find them and disarm them as
well, I can also set up ambushes and flush them out is nesasarty.
Test Story
As I moved quickly therew the underbrush I cause the faint smell of
Orcs...a sent I knew all to well. They where close, withing a half
mile. I slowed my pace and looked around quickly for a place to
hide. As i wormed my way into the under brush the first of th orcs
aperard leading a small band of them there the woods. I sat under the
cover of the bushes with my dapples cloak wraped around me and my
hand wraped around the hilt of my sword, ready if i was discovered. I
pulled the hood of my cloak up showdowing my face leaving my golden
eyes glowing slighly in the darkness. As the last orc passed i
thought to my self "17" The comander will want to know. I quickly and
silently sped threw the woods across the trail of the orcs many
times. As I was crossing the trail for the 5th time....something
sudently hit me across my back hard sending me sprawling to the
ground. As I landed on the groud i see one of the orcs stading above
me with his club over his head ready to crush me, I quickly rolled
back over my sholder and came up with sword in hand....I acred
quickly as his club came down where i used to be, I quickly slashed
his throght, he died with out a sound. I quickly moved back to camp
and repoted that there where 16 orcs headed strait in the direction
of the camp......
2nd Story
An arrow out of no where takes another of the sentrys down... Jac looks back over his sholder from his pearch high in a tree to count the arrows let in his quiver. 12, all perfectly crafted by his mate, Jil, and poisoned to kill how ever they wound. He pulls one of them out and nocks it carefuly pulling the fletching to his cheak and releasing as another sentry walks into view. It takes him direstly in the neck and he drops silently dead instantly. He nocks another and waits of the next sentry to pass. There is a russle in the brush below him and the sent of dogs. They where after him. He quickly jumps over to the near by tree and then to the ground sprinting threw the woods towards camp. He run the hounds baying at his heals. He stops for a moment and nocks his warning arrow and shoots it high in the air towards camp it wistleing as it drops down towards the camp. As soon as the arrow was loose he quickly took off running again his cloak streaming out behind him. As he neared the camp he saw a lone archer standing along the border with a dozzen or so more standing behind her. It was his mate, and she had an Arrow pointed strait at his head. "Down!" She screamed as she let the arrow loose from her long bow. Jac hit the ground quick and rolled forward coming back up to his feat as the arrow wised by his head taking the man behind him in the neck droping him in his tracks. Another screamed as he made it to his mate drawing his sword and turing ready to protect her from anything. She loosed another arrow in to the incoming troops falling another, then another. They where droping quickly to her, and the
other archers, arrows but they where geting to close they would not be able to use there bows soon. He saw a man rush forward from the line and ran to meet him slashing across his cheast watching him fall before spining around to meet another. There was a sharp pain in his arm as as his enamys blade persed his sholder. He growls deeply in his throught as he slashes up acorss the mans chest killing him instantly. He then turned to the next man killing his quickly as the wolf in him took over his body. His blade flashed like quicksilver slashing hamstrings and cuting throughts as he spun dangerusly threw the troops coming towards him...and his mate. There was a flash of an arrow over his sholder taking a man in the neck, He knew the work, Jils. He turned and looked seeing for the first time the men fleeing the field. The archers where picking off the sragalers and any who where still foolish enugh to come close died at the hand of the Wolverines. He droped to his knees fealing for the first time the cuts the coverd his body, None of them bad, but all bleeding. Suddely as if out of nowhere there was Jil tearing off strips of her cloak and quickly Bandageing the worst of the wounds until one of the Deer can get to him. He leaned aginst her as she helped him back into the camp. He stoped her and took her hand in his and said in a hushed voice ment for her ears only "Thank you my sweet Jil, You saved my life once again" She smiled to him and kissed his cheak lightly as she lead him back in the camp....
