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Lord Bradley

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  1. "Bah... Send me off to the middle of nowhere, why don't you... Order me to grab a 'priceless urn' in a trap-ridden Luna-damned hole in a mountainside with no thoughts for my safety, sure... Why did I take this job? I'm not even being paid enough to last a month!" Drakk grumbled to himself as he stumbled through the green brushery and stingy branches, his barely visible oak-brown coat riddled with filth and leaves from the forest, and his hooves dirtied with mushy mud from a particularly deep puddle he was forced to trudge through to move forward.

     

    He stopped, groaned, and contemplated just falling down to the ground and passing out, his wobbling hooves also considering the decision, and very close to coming to a conclusion.

     

    He was just about to close his eyes and let go of all the nerves in his body when a slight rumble, followed by a growl, granted him enough energy to run a mile. Drakk's eyes widened, his ears curled themsves down to the sides of his head, and he started shaking, feeling like a deer in a magelight. Another growl, from behind him now that he suspected it. As he turned slowly turned around, his horn starting to glow, a single thought ran through his mind, which he also muttered.

     

    "The next time I see my employer, I'm shoving a branch where the sun-don't-shine."

     

    A grey-furred wolf leapt at him from behind the brush, fangs bared in preparation for sinking into delicious pony-flesh, only to meet a bundle of electricity right to the face, and by extension, the brain, shutting off most of the nerves in its body. The wolf fell to ground and started twitching akin to a seizure, rendered harmless for the next hour or two. Were this the first tango Drakk had had with wolves, both timber and not, his horn would've powered down and he would've breathed a sigh of relief. Unfortunately, his years of experience in the Everfree thought him one thing about the proud and bloodthirsty wolves.

     

    They never hunt alone.

     

    A minute later, and he was running through the woods and screaming bloody murder as a pack of wolves viciously tried to catch up, with the occasional shot of electricity making a wolf feel the touch of oblivion itself whenever Drakk felt brave or desperate enough to turn his head around.

     

    "I REGRET READING THE MAIL!" Was the only conscious thing that he could formulate into a sentence, referencing just a week ago, when a magically-infused letter appeared on his table in his temporary cave-home, on it were instructions, coordinates to this hell, aswell as the promise of a decent amount of bits were he able to do it right. Needless to say, he wishes he could've just used the letter as wood for the fire as soon as he saw it.

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