Eric la Bloodmoon was once the master of a hunting lodge outside of Andorine. But the lodge had a dark secret. It was home to a small pack of Natural Werewolves that sated their bloodlust by hunting local game and selling off some of the meat to Andorine. They also had a strict code of not converting innocents.
As the Pack Alpha, Eric’s word was law among the other wolves, and it was his duty to execute rogue elements. A burden that he shared with his mate Amelia. When they had their daughter, Simone, it would spell the beginning of their end.
Simone, unlike other children born to the pack, was not gifted with the blood of the wolf. Which despite Eric and Amelia’s best loving efforts, made her feel like an outsider. When his daughter blossomed into a young woman, she began withdrawing from the Pack, sneaking out in the middle of the night, and always smelling like fresh spring water upon return. He suspected she was seeing some young boy, but she would not talk to him or Amelia.
Then came the fateful night that would change his life forever. A band of adventurer’s came to their lodge and began slaughtering the pack. Telling Amelia to take Simone to safety, he and the remaining males fought the adventurers. Eric alone survived the fight. Badly wounded, the went off to follow the trail of his mate and daughter. He didn’t far before coming upon the body of Amelia, a silver tipped arrow in her throat. Falling to his knees, he let out a howl of anguish like none had heard before.
Noticing his daughter was nowhere to be seen, he quickly found her trail and followed it. However, the trail ended at the edge of a riverbank, and that’s where he picked up the scent of a man. He let out another howl, but one of absolute rage. Since that night, Eric has not been able to return to his human form.
Years passed, and Eric was simply existing in the woods, little more than a savage beast. One night however, there came a familiar scent upon the wind. Following it, he came upon a man travelling the road. Eric stalked him, waiting for the man to camp. Taking opportunity, the old wolf pounced on the man and demanded, ”Where is she?! Where is my daughter Simone?!”
The man was shocked, he stuttered, ”S-S-S-Simone? I-I-I don’t know w-w-w-who you’re talking about.”
”You lie! I recognize your scent from the night she was taken from me. You were there.”
The man’s eyes went wider than they already were, ”You mean the night she escaped her monsterous captors?”
A new rage built up within Eric, prompting him to dig his claws deep into the man’s thigh, ”Explain!”
And explain the man did, from when him and Simone first met, fell in love, to when she told him she was with child, them hiring adventurer’s to save her from the monsters that held her captive, how Simone killed the monster trying to spirit her away during the rescue, them sailing down the river to freedom. He didn’t get much further than that as Eric proceeded to rip his throat out in an absolute rage.
As he proceeded to tear the man’s body apart, he found an amulet that Amelia once wore. Anguish and rage conflicted within him. Not only was his daughter alive, but she had betrayed them, and he may even have had a grandchild. He needed to draw her out and confront her. A plan was starting to form, and he prayed to Lamashtu that it would work.
