The Untamed

Previously from The Nocturnals (book one)

My name is Kara, one of the citizens of the town named, Mulan.

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Long before I was born, the tales of the beast of the nights, coming to take people's soul and their body away has been laid to fret people, and they suck on it.

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The fear lies in everyone's heart that it's almost impossible to smell it, as all have breed in it.

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"Bending is a skill of manipulation."

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"There was this two powerful gypsys, the strongest of all of their races."

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"Craft of twisting nature, cunning it to be used by your strength, your stance, your motion, your flow, your speed, or your intelligence and when it is deceived, the elements are yours to do with as you wish."

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"We believe them to be apprentices of the last witches right before they were killed."

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"King Andrew has the witch part that comes from his mother, the vampire part and the Werewolf. He can barely even control two, which thankfully isn't much of a problem because the witch part is inactived in him."

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"Assuming he has all three activated, then he might be destroyed before now."

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"They are here."

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The ground makes a cracking sound, following by a quake that gets every one of us losing balance by a blast that seems to come from the underground.

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"It's not just hunters, my King. It's The First Men."

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There's the one by the left, wears a black leather gothic coat, having thickened top of about seven inches height, and after from his deadly medieval coat, which carries no hindering weapons, he holds four sets of chakrams in his hands, entwined into his fingers, the blades shining as the light beams onto it. A killer smile is on his face.

The man by the right is wearing a ninja clothing, robes, whose material of olden ages, as well as a conical hat. His body holds lots of weapons that scares the hell out of me, but I remain unmoving. Though, he has a crowbar in his hands. I can say he's the only one equoued with too many weapons.

The last man, much older, puts on a sandy brown khaki jacket, and likewise jeans, short that it reaches just the ends of his knees, as well, a matching colour army cap on his head. He has an arbalest, hooked to the baldric, diagonally imputed across his chest — shoulder to hips — and on his waist, consisting of small ornamented knives.

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"I see you're a water Bender."

He sweeps his rope, making it make a weaving sound and flips over, uncovering his weapons. He has daggers under those ropes, matchets behind his back, a blood reaper, having metal cord and a crucifix hook that sure is for causing a Vampire such unimaginable, intense pain. I shudder at the thought of Mr Seth having to pass through the pain of that thing.

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Mr Seth's bent water, rebukes back to him, and he flies up, his body horizontal. Hitting the ground, his hands helping maintain balance, he bends the water back, and freezes it, making it run towards the Hunter, in a dagger shaped form. In dodging, the hunter uses his Vampire hunting skills, and breaks the ice into fragments with the current waves.

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When the night comes, the beasts out, the uncontrollable anger feeding, the growls in the air, the inhuman shapes taking over, most humans weren't spared, as the Vampires blast into their houses, taking the feed that they want, the wails of cries fills the air, the species running about without any hunter to protect them...death shadows upon the humans, and fret settles in. Even the Head and his men couldn't do anything to stop the massacres.

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We lurk behind a pawn shop, and watch our next gambling site from the hides. "game's name?" I ask Mai, and she glances at me, giving me a reply.

"Nether-seeker." She telling me, I roll my eyes. Who name those games that? Bad name title-r. They should come and learn from us, humans.

"What's that suppose to mean?"

"Just what it seems to mean." She snickers. "There is no wood Benders, so the objective of the game is to cover a cube of wood inside one of the bowls, and interchange them and the cube so it looks really confusing, and you don't know which is the cube hidden inside. See... nether-seeker works. You have to find what lies underneath." She gives me a all-teeth smile. I nod, agreeing subjectively.

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"Hi, gentleman. My name is Iris. I am here to play some games with you handsome men." Mai says, and sits on the small stool, wide enough for her to cross her legs up to her waist and sit comfortably.

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Wan is slim actually, but he's muscular, and it's showing behind that green shirt of his that's leaving two buttons unbuttoned, and a black pant that goes down his length. He's hot with that spiky hair that's combed skywards and straightened. His caramel skin is glowing golden under the incandescent filament light bulb as well. It wouldn't be bad if Mai falls for him, and with him being chatty, it will make a complete contrast to what Mai is and that's what makes a perfect couple, I assume from my point of view.

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He doesn't wait it out for me to contemplate before he looks over to my neck, and makes a snarl, then he's bitting down, his fangs prickling into my skin like a needle, making my body go all rigid all of the sudden and the resounding pain makes me go screaming into the air as I try to free myself, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Such intense pain. Such agony he inflict upon me. But the most frightening part is that I recall the true saying about the beast that when he bits you at this hour, you wake up, cursed to become a Vampire