Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24280666-20150204012919/@comment-5543592-20150206000124

Lorcan tore his seeker to pieces before turning to a second. He launched himself at it off of the dying seeker, claws extended. He hit it full on right in the face, sending him up to his elbows in Seeker brains. Lorcan and Daedra hit the ground, with Lorcan tucking into a roll and shooting to his feet.

He looked around visciously for Ferrin, but the mage was long gone.

"That two-faced piece of shit!" Roared Lorcan. He proceeded to take his angry out on a pile of Seeker slop. When he had calmed down enough to stop kicking the muck around, he pondered for a moment. Lorcan wasn't a planner. He was more of a "charge into the middle of the fray and hope everything turned out alright" kind of guy. But he hated it when people used him. He hated it more than when people tried to kill him.

"I'm going to hunt that ass hole down." Announced Lorcan, retracting his claws. He started sniffing air, to see if he could pick up Ferrin's trail. His enhanced senses usually helped with tracking,but Ferrin's teleportation must've not left a physical trail. "If you want to help, that' fine.  Just stay out of my way."