「 Mothman 」

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨... ...𝙃𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨.

They were warriors who live for battle, just as I do.

And why is that?

Surprised?

Watch your back.

His masked face directed itself towards the Mothman again, curious about his insistence. "Shelter? Where?" He shook off again, his dreadlock hairs whipping more water around and off. He couldn't really complain at this point. Any excuse to get out of this cold weather was good.

He let out an intrigued guttural hum. "Self defense. Maybe one day I will get to see how you fight, if someone threatens you. Until then, I can only wonder what you're like." Wolf then shakes off some of the rain. "There's no reason to keep getting wet. I'll go now."

"Not attacking is all it takes to be nice?" He doubted it, but then again, being nice wasn't a familiar or encouraged behavior where he came from. "Had you been a dangerous creature, you would not believe that of me."

Wolf made low growl at the thought of that ever happening to himself. "You really are not a threat. At least you have found your place... among them. It's something I can never do."

The hunter huffed. He wasn't the kind to care about those sorts of things and it surprised him that such a menacing looking creature would be this docile. "{Don't know about any of that. Those are... human things. Will they even accept you?}"

"{Hunter... is strongest. Hunter... demands more respect.}" He raised his fist, affirming his belief in this. It was all he seemed to live for. "{What is better than that? What else could you want?}"

"{You... could have been... prey... too bad.}" He spoke in short phrases, words he'd heard spoken by humans, which he then stitched together to form his response. Clearly, kind pleasantries weren't his strong suit.

"{"Who... are... you...}" The hunter responded, not with his own voice, but with the distorted mimicry of the Mothman. Could he even understand the question? "{Wolf.}" He then stated his answer in a gutteral, croaking voice.

Wolf takes a moment to observe this strange creature before him. It didn't seem hostile or threatening. In his culture, it is dishonorable to fight something that isn't a dangerous threat. He looks up at the pouring rain. It's cold and cold is something he dislikes.

You. Him. Showdown in the rain.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘦! 𝘍𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵!