Orion was not used to being hunted.
He had lived for long enough now with their glares. Their hate. They didn't even need to speak it. He felt it, like a wave of heat against him. They had tolerated him, and just barely. And now, because of his actions, they hunted him.
Because of a misunderstanding.
Because they would never give him that chance.
He had tried to change. Jezz had started it. He had gone forward wanting to change, wanting to control it. He was better now. Once he would have started a fight wherever he went. Once, a dirty look would have led to a brawl. Now, he tolerated it. He treated them with distaste, but he did not rise to a fight so easily anymore.
Like he used to.
He had found this place. An Academy, the first place he had ever come across where he felt welcome. Where he felt at peace. None had commented on his size. None had treated him as a beast. He had been treated fairly.
Until Ashford spoke out.
Orion's claw clenched remembering that. What gave him the right? He had told the Matron of Orion's past, and so made it that Orion was unwelcome there. And yet, he allowed and supported the woman that had hunted and nearly killed those who once sailed under his banner? One whose past was darker then the giant worgen's ever was? Was it any small wonder that when the murderess said she lived there, he had not believed her?
Ashford.
He had driven Orion from the ship. His first place of welcome. And now he had driven Orion from the Academy, while letting in a worse monster. He had sided with a beast that had nearly killed his friends. A hypocrite. Orion was no worse than Sawni. And yet he had Orion sent away and let Sawni stay.
Ashford...
The worgen snarled. He was tired of this man. This man driving him away, plotting seeds of hate and doubt in others so they in turn hated him. He was tired of this man denying him any chance of a home. Denying him any chance of a place to feel welcome. Ashford claimed he had not changed; how could he know? He had not met with Orion other than passing by in the streets for months. He did not know who Orion was. He did not know the kind of person that the massive worgen had grown into. Because of his own petty hate, his own dislike of Orion, a place of peace would be denied time and time again.
Ashford......
He would talk to Abi. And Ravvos. But one thing was sure. He would never be allowed amongst others. Never be trusted. Never be cared for. Always be hated.
Unless Ashford was removed.
Unless Ashford was stopped.
Orion knew it could end like this. He knew it would not help his cause. He knew it would only make it worse. But what other option was there? As long as Ashford lived, as long as he continued to spread his hate of Orion to others, the worgen would never, could never find a home. Never find those who would trust him.
The worgen snarled, slamming his fist into the ground. How else could he proceed? Every time he tried to find a place, that man ruined it. He would always ruin it.
Orion glared out over the sea, his teeth bared in a soundless snarl.
He wished there was another way.
But he was not sure there was.
