It was big, as large as a werewolf, and just as muscled if not more; it wore sparse clothing, a loin cloth with a metal protection cup, anklets, shoulder armor and a gauntlet on each arm, and weapon laden to boot.
What freaked her out the most was the fact she couldn’t see the damn thing at first, she smelled it but couldn’t see jack shit! If her reflexes weren’t so good she would have been killed by a blue fireball that must have come from one of its weapons. Whatever gave it stealth left it when she ran into a shallow river and the water disabled whatever manner of invisibility magic or technology it possessed,
What freaked her out even worse was that the claws on the right wrist gauntlet were SILVER! The son of a bitch knew to use silver on her, which made forced her to stay out of reach. She finally had caught a lucky break when she found a broken tree stump, and literally bashed the mother fucker to death. First she hit it once in the head to stun it and just…kept on till it was no longer breathing.
She kneeled beside it, grasping its broken helmet and ripped it off the bastard’s face, getting a good glimpse at its face.
”Good…God what the hell were you?” She asked aloud to no one as she gazed at the mandible-faced ugly.
Suddenly something gripped her neck from behind, causing her to gasp for breath, she felt invisible hands around her neck and tried to pray them loose; she then noticed the air in front of her was shimmering…another one!
Two silver claws extended from where the right arm was with a long *shiick* sound, and to Jetta’s horror they were also silver! Then the air fizzled with electricity as her killer came into view, it had different armor but it was the same kind of beast.
Suddenly before she could blink, its head was missing and she dropped to the ground like a ton of brinks as the death gripe around her throat was gone. Gasping for breath she kneeled on the ground looking at the headless corpse before her. Her fur went straight on end as she saw another shimmer of air, as another creature came out of invisibility. However she noticed it wore more clothing akin, and instead of going for her; was calmly sheathing a blade behind its back.
”Wh-what are you?” She gasped out.
”One who won’t kill you,” her savior said simply. “And since you killed that other one you’re not on the non-endangered list; a survival, an untouchable.”
“What the hell do you mean?” Jetta stood up slowly.
”Look behind you and you will find out,” the creature pointed behind her.
Jetta blinked, but did as told and jumped back as five more appeared. She was about to attack regardless it was suicide but a hand landed on her shoulder.
”They cannot kill you; by their code you are untouchable for having killed a hunter.” Her savior said in a low, yet soothing tone.
”Then why’d the one you killed come after me?”
”A young hunter, probably his first or second hunt, that was probably his friend you whacked and he wanted vengeance regardless of the consequence…these ones are veterans. They will play ball and by the rules.”
Jetta gulped, two of the creature’s each grabbed a corpse and began to carry it off, vanishing from sight. The remaining one approached her and held out a pendant with an alien symbol on it. “Takee it.” The leader said in a garbled human tongue.
Jetta hesitantly took the pedant from the leader, who then bowed his head. He then looked at the creature behind her and began talking in an alien tongue; the other did, pointing at the leader in what she could guess sounded…threatening. The leader nodded and turned walking off and vanishing.
”What…did you say to him?”
”I told him that since you are the head of your clan, your victory ensures the entire werewolf clan is immune to being hunted, and if he didn’t agree his hunting party dies.”
Jetta stepped away and looked at her savior; “who are you? Do you have a name?”
”Tusk,” he replies and points to the pendant. “That trophy will signify you won against a hunter and that no other hunter can hunt you, and as I said your victory also ensured your clan is safe.”
“I don’t…understand aren’t you one of them?”
”…I was once, but no more. As to what is going on;” Tusk gestures to the sky. “When the season is unbearable warm, my kind come to hunt; not for food, but for trophy’s purely for sport to prove themselves as hunters, survivalists, and as warriors.”
”Your kind comes from space?” The werewolf asked astonished.
“Aye, they have come to Earth since it first began to sustain life…and I was once part of the clan until I became distained with its way of life.” He shook his head. “I need to be going, I did what I came to do on this detour, but my kind is elsewhere hunting more people.”
”Wait a second, I still don’t get what’s going…on.” She murmured the last part as Tusk was gone. Sighing she looked at her trophy. “What the hell is going on?”
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