A task suited for a predator: A hunt.

"A few hours ago, I felt an intrusion into my lands, my minion. The barrier I erected was breached by a small party of so-called heroes. They used magic to slip by the barrier and to keep me from scrying their exact position and numbers, but they could not keep me from feeling the breach.", your dark master explains to you in his commanding tone, "I know that the group has entered my territory, but I do not know where they are or what they are doing as of yet. They have a mage skilled in illusory or concealing magic to be able to evade my magical perception."

The Dark Lord then points to you, his gaze intent upon you as he continues in his explanation. "But, where magic has not been able to succeed, I believe more mundane means shall. It is perhaps fate that you have taken the form you have, my minion, for your lupine senses and instincts will serve you well in this task.", he said and, though you cannot see his face, you can almost believe he is smiling with malicious glee, "You shall be my huntress. You will hunt down the fools who dare step foot in my land and end them. You will stalk your prey as a true huntress should and glut yourself on their blood! You, my minion, will slay those so-called heroes and their last thoughts will only be of the terror you inspire in them! Do you understand your task, my minion?"

Your master's thirst for the blood of the fools who have invaded his lands is catching as you feel your hackles raise and your body itching to be in motion. Your wolfen instincts ache to be put to use, hungry to stalk prey and tear flesh from bone. You feel that hunger for fresh meat and blood like a raging storm within you and you smile with feral glee to your master at his question.

"Yes, Master. I understand. I will hunt my prey. I will kill my prey. I will feed on their flesh and blood.", you reply with a growl in your voice, "Let loose your huntress, Master, and she will stalk and slay your enemies. You need only command me, my Master."

The Dark Lord seems pleased by your words as he lifts a hand towards you, his palm pointed out towards you and his glowing red eyes burning into your own. "Then you are commanded, my huntress. Go now and deliver my wrath upon my enemies!"

You feel an electric shock of magical energy moving through you and, suddenly, the stone of the underground chamber that had been the scene of your "birth" blurs and fades around you. There is a moment where you are somehow nowhere and everywhere at once, feeling as though you are not in your own body, or any body, at that moment. It is a strange disconnected feeling, but it lasts only a bare moment as, within a second, the world comes back into focus around you and you are whole once more, though in a different location than you had been.

Trees of an oily black color tower over you and around you, the leaves a deep purple that seems to pulse with dark energy. In fact, everything in the surrounding wilderness seems to exude that same dark energy that your master does, though to a much smaller degree, and you realize that is because this forest has been affected by your master's evil presence. These woods, The Umbral Wood (which is the name that your mind supplied you with, giving you information you did not know you possessed), were located in your master's territory and, thus, were touched by your master's overpowering dark energy. This, you found, pleased you as this energy was similar to that which had created you, though your power was far greater and more concentrated as your master had made an effort to make you. An effort you planned to make sure was not wasted.

To that end, you set your mind upon the task at hand, lifting your nose into the air and sniffing. Even in human form, your senses are sharper than any mundane being. Your sense of smell is especially sharp and the scents of the forest filter into your senses with information. You know what animals or creatures have passed through this and the area immediately surrounding you in the last twenty-four hours and can catch scents of others further away upwind. You know where there is running water close by and where poisonous vegetation grows in the vicinity. You can scent the markers of other predators and suitable prey all around you...but that isn't what you are after right now.

No, you are after bigger prey and, as you don't scent any races of the northern lands or any magic that is not your master's, you decide you have to move on. Reflexively, you shift your form to that of the wolf and, as your master had promised, the clothing and weapons he had supplies you with shifted along with you, the clothing disappearing and gauntlets seeming to fade into your flesh and fur as you changed form. That was convenient and you sent a silent thanks to your dark master before again sniffing the air and then setting out at a run through the forest to start your hunt.