Necimi fought many wild game, taking their skins and making basic clothing for herself to help her fit in with the humans. Indeed, Kara ran off after some camels during one of these hunts and was never seen or heard from again, but she was replaced by three soldiers from a fortress to the south.
The group traveled to a nearby town to find it almost completely abandoned. This made Necimi very nervous. Not that she wasn't used to being alone in the darkness, but that she was now alone with three strangers she barely knew and a select few rugged survivors hiding out in this jungle of dead trees, surrounded by impenetrable stone walls. If these few townsfolk weren't to be trusted, there would be no exit for her. They visited the keep, and found it equally lifeless, with but a lord and mayor and scant few warriors to preside over the rotting corpse of their civilization. Even the two leaders' families had moved away.
After being given free reign over the hoard of junk that the humans had collected, and apparently didn't really care about, Necimi started down into the dungeons; a labyrinth of carved stone tunnels of immense size. The first room they entered contained a raving madman with a hammer, who began to take swings at Necimi's companions. He was dispatched, but in the very next room were two more; a swordsman and an archer, who mortally wounded the lasher Necimi had recruited before they could be put down. She soon suffocated from her punctured lungs, and Necimi laughed at the weak little humans. Soon, though, she was back out in the wilds, and assaulting a camp of brigands which outnumbered the group three to one. They too were slaughtered, but at the cost of another of the companions.
Luck turned, and Necimi learned of the location of a werebeast. A werebeast that could impart on her unfathomable power and healing abilities, should she permit it to bite her during it's transformation. Necimi abandoned her last companion while she slept, and headed for the lair. She waited in the town nearby for two days as the moon turned, and while walking in the woods on the second night she was accosted by horrible little creatures, the likes of which she had never seen. They laughed and cackled, throwing horrible insults at her. They proved too agile and skilled in hand-to-hand combat to be defeated, and she fled all the way to the werebeasts' lair, having only minor injuries, such as a few missing teeth. Before the monsters vanished, one of them began spouting a prophecy of doom, claiming she would be cut down at the height of her power with the highest of irony and without pity, and none would recall her name, whether her scriptures survived or not.
For another week she waited in the town, more cautious to avoid being left alone in the woods at night, until the moon was full. Now, she stands outside the burrow of the monster, peering into the bright lime-green eyes glaring back at her, nothing like the human she had seen before. A werepig!
So disappointing...
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