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Post by Vahalior on Oct 22, 2005 14:53:31 GMT -6
When it had reduced Daryll to little more than a bloody pulp and strips of fur, it turned to Sledge and twisted its face into a snarl, its top lip eaten, or burnt away with time revealing thick, black gums which seemed to weep blood continually. Its first row of teeth were quite humanoid, somewhat ground in places, but clearly belonging to a human. Yet behind them was another layer of much sharper, more canine teeth arranged in random patterns, sticking out at unnatural angles. It hunched itself futher, before spreading its arms wide, as though trying to make itself bigger, and more threatening. The blood soaked blades glinted in the sunlight that leaked through the trees, before it smeared the blood across the ground and growled deeply at the back of its throat.
Sledge felt his body flood with adrenaline, closing his eyes and riding the wave for a moment, he felt his muscles increase in size and his bone structure literally mould itself to a shape anew. Normally such becoming a werewolf was immpossible during the day, yet under such stress, through force of will alone he managed to induce the change willingly. The fur along his back arched as he formed into a large bright orange coated wolf with matted fur. Its yellow eyes staring at the monster filled with predatory hunger and rage.
Pushing the earth hard with his hind legs, Sledge sprung towards the monster, claws stretched wide and foam dribbling from the corners of his mouth. Before it could react, Sledge slammed its shoulder into the creature and knocked it to the floor. He heard it grunt slightly, before, apparently unwinded, it swung its legs around in a wild arc and swept his legs out from under him. With a deep breath it sprang back to its feet, slamming them hard into Sledges stomach as it did so. Spittle lept from his mouth as the air in his body was expelled, he felt his eyes literally bulge from their sockets and little stars began to dance across his vision.
He howled, before letting his body spasm and bucking knocking the creature off balance, raking its leg with his front claws as he did so. There was no meat on it, after piercing the thin bag of skin wrapped around its form, he simply hit bone. A strange, bubbling crimson ichor began to seap from the wound. The thing sprang away, before withdrawing the blades on its left hand and gently rubbing the wound. A strange noise, half amazement, half relief escaped from its throat as it stared as though puzzled at the thick liquid dribbling from the wound. Seizing on the moment, Sledge sprang from his prone position and attempted to clamp his jaw around the creatures throat. Instead, at the last second it shifted sideways, before letting Sledge run his stomach across its outstretched blade.
Sledges arms instinctively darted downwards towards the sudden, numbing pain coming from the deep slashes across his stomach, blood leaking out from the severed veins and spilling to the floor below in pulses. His eyes widened in disbelief, his pupils expanding until no iris was visible, before he slumped forward, his legs literally collapsing underneath him.
"You bastard..." He groaned, his arms begin to turn back into humanoid form as he struggled to press the torn flesh together to try and staunch the blood. Colour began to leave his vision as he twisted awkwardly round to look at the thing that was now his death. It was standing, almost motionless watching him, its eyes filled with a mixture of fury, and regret. Deep, grey eyes set amongsts a humans skull, bent and twisted beyond its original form by some magic, or mallady that Sledge had never encountered, or even imagined could exsist. His voice softened slightly, a slight tear beginning to well up in his eyes. "You....poor...bastard..." As those words left his mouth the last drop of life leaked from his body and he slumped to the ground.
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Post by Vahalior on Oct 22, 2005 15:43:24 GMT -6
"Come on girl, I will take you home." Krik walked up to the girl suspended from the tree, her long black hair tumbling across her features and blocking out sight completly. Her wrists moved in slow motions, backwards, testing the rope, forwards, then repeating the motion again. Mentally drawing the blades back within his wrists and knuckles, he began running his fingers across the knots in the rope. "No. Lemme alone." Her body seemed to try to pull itself into a fetal position, yet the ropes prevented her from doing so. Stopping for a second, Krik glanced at a particularly large burn mark along her left arm, apparently in the shape of some kind of arm guard and not causing by her strugglings against the rope. Krik sighed slightly, though to the girl it likely sounded more like a growel. "They are dead now, let me get you down and return you to your home.". Krik tore the rope apart in frustration with a single blade, causing the girl to fall like a rag doll to the floor. The cold earth needled her body, and she yelped with shock from the pain. After a few seconds Krik pulled the girl upright and forced her to remain in a sitting position. "Now don't scream when you see me. Yes I am, I believed you called me, the Gravel, and I am not quite what you will be expecting." He ran his fingers through her hair, brushing it back so to reveal her face. Her blackened and swollen left eye didn't exactly improve her looks, but other than that, Krik was sure (if memory served) that she was a youthful, attractive young woman. "Still looking fine." He lied, clearly his deep gargling voice was having no impact on her, she simply didn't care about it. "Here, let me help you stand." He scooped the woman up into his arm, before attempting to get her to stand upright. For the first time, her eyes met his. Ceasing movement, he stared confused into her far gone eyes for a moment more. "We'll get you back no....Why are you staring at me like that?" She ate Kriks twisted form up with her good eyes, following the contours of his bones and tendons across his body before throwing her arms around his neck like a young child who had just found its parents after being 'lost'. Krik staggered backwards, it was all he could do as the womans grip tightened and she pressed her body against his. "What in the hells are you...." The womans mouth clamped over his own, cutting him off mid sentence, as her hands began running across his back. Krik could feel something, a tiny glimmer of his past emerging in his mind and, not knowing where the idea had come from, he cautiously edged his tongue into her mouth. Pulling tighter and wrapping her legs around him, she began gently nibbling his tongue and massaging it with her lips. The inherent strangeness of the situation was insantly lost to Krik, this was fun.
The two fell to the earth, small bits of wood and leaves sticking into his back as she withdrew slightly, slight cuts from where her lips had been grazed by his teeth. A far gone smile forming on her face and her eyes lazily eating him up. "I'm so glad someone like you found me." She mummbled, showing him the burn to her arm. Instantly realisation dawned in his mind, this girl was a Spharacyte, a human, usually female once bound to a demon (Soratois) but now dismissed and left alone for some unknown fault. Or maybe simply at the demons whim. She moved her hips, just slightly to improve her position, and rested her slender hands upon his chest, before using her long nails to rip away the rags he wore around his chest to give himself some semblance of decency. Licking her lips mischeviously, she began teasing Kriks flesh with her right hand, while casually using her left to begin to remove the torn dress still clinging to her body.
Whoops! Is that the time. Guess I'll have to stop there.
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Post by Kaisar on Oct 22, 2005 18:25:22 GMT -6
Kiera made the decent down the mountain side slowly though it would have been easier to fly she preferred to stick to the ground. With the possibility of more harpies around she would rather stay out of sight, there were times to fight and times to hide that was the difference between survival. The missing scales on her legs would heal along with the deep scratches, but they still stung and itched. Her wings folded about her again like a cloak she looked ahead to the dark land, it appeared so desolate and empty, and not that Kiera cared.
It took her the better part of the day to descend the mountains and enter the valley below. When she did Kiera coulkd smell the death and oppression in the air. This was not a friendly place, but she liked it. Already she scented something alien to her, it smelt of fur, musky and dog like, much like the mountain hounds that dwelled in her home, but they also smelt of rotting flesh and death. Heartened by the idea of a challenge Kiera, she entered the dark land who’s name was unknown to her and continued walking under the cover of night. Her black scales and wings causing her to almost melt into the shadows, her hearing (much better then any humans, just like her sense of smell) kept her alert for danger. The harpies had been something different; she’d been lax in her guarding and had paid for it. Traveling for many hours, Kiera paused to rest for a short while gazing skyward at the moon, it was directly over head and a full silver-white disk. She smiled, the sky was a special place to her, it was wonderful to fly and she would never trade that ability for anything.
She stiffened as the soud of movment reached her eas, unfolding her wings slowly Kiera turned, clouds drifted overhead and plunged the night into darkness, not that it bothered her, she had dragon sight, she could see in the darkest of places so long as their was the faintest of light. She watched as a naked, man-thing, much like the old stories spoke of before the coming of her people both dragon and lizard kind alike made his way towards her.
Her instinct warned of danger and immediately se readied herself to fight, something was off about this man, he looked pained and slightly bent but… She growled issuing a challenge and the man stopped looking up at her with his dull eyes, there was noting intelligent in there just a savage killing desire, much like she’d seen in the eyes of Harpies and the wild monsters that dwelled in her home. He laughed as he looked at her and then stared skywards, Kiera risked a glance and saw the clouds were moving on, she looked back down and found the man laughing he looked at her and snarled. “Fight soon…. Then die!”
Moonlight returned and the moment it touched him he doubled over fur thick and wild sprouting. Kiera watched with fascination as he changed from a man-thing into a beast, a hound beast that walked on two legs. It roared and charged with an inane speed. Kiera roared her challenge a deep throaty draconic roar and charged at him. They collided mid-way and struck as one another with claw and fang, every blow she landed he matched. They backed off both bleeding from wounds, her injuries shallow compared to his. Dragon claws were sharper then dog claws and her skin was tougher. They circled and attacked again locking hands. It was a test of strength now, both pushing against the other to make the opponent give ground. Kiera growled her eyes a deep blood red as she met the wild, savage eyes of the wolf-man. He roared in her face and Kiera roared back, her call much louder. She bared her teeth showing the long sharp fangs that were her eye teeth and began to change. Her scales flesh began to darken until it was completely black, then scales began to appear. Her face elongated into a reptilian head and her teeth sharpened to points. When it was done she looked completely reptilian. She roared showing her row upon row of dragon fangs and spewed forth a jet of liquid flame inot the wolf-man’s face.
He shirked and fell away the flames clinging to his fur and burning it away as a ferocious rate. Kiera tilted her head back and let out a primeval roar that echoed in the night as the wolf-man crumpled to the ground and curled up the flames consuming hi. She watched his body be reduced to ashes, her body reverting to its normal self. She smirked satisfied with the fight. The creatures here were good to fight, too bad they lacked anything but tooth and claw, back home had she fought another of her dragon or lizard kind they would have been spitting fire and poison at one another. Of course the flames wouldn’t do as much damage as they did to this creature of flesh and fur and the poison wasn’t venomous to her kind but… she couldn’t have anything. Spreading her wings she took to the air, wondering what flying creatures dwelled in this land. She would travel north west and see what else there was to see.
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Archangel
Ice Breaker
And thus did the Archangel descend from Heaven itself...
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Post by Archangel on Oct 22, 2005 23:13:55 GMT -6
The woods were dark, infinitely dark, as he raced down the worn deer paths and through the soft clearings. Bent over nearly double, his tall form hunched and his front legs almost touching the ground, the Werewolf moved quickly through the forest. Suddenly, something caught in its nostrils, a scent that made it salivate with anticipation. Fresh meat. As a Lycan, Miran felt the need to feast at all times. No matter how much he had eaten beforehand, no matter how many he slaughtered and killed when in his bestial form, he still felt the hunger inside of him, driving him on. That was the energy of the beast, the primal power of his transformation, which made him so incredibly dangerous. Because a hungry creature will stop at nothing to feast. Not even the claws of a Behemoth could stop a Werewolf when it was pressed for food.
Miran silently reached a clearing ahead of him, where the light from the full moon shone down from the heavens in a cascade of silvery grey. There was a cabin there, a tiny little place, untouched by cities and unnoticed by passers-by. He sniffed again. There was a woman around, he could tell that, and a man too. There might be more. But there was something wrong with the smell. There was a tantalizing metallic odor on the air, something that he knew he should know, but seemed to escape him. His keen eyes focused on the building, and then switched up to the sky. The moon was starting to set behind the mountains to the West. That meant the sun would be up soon. He had to move fast, if he wanted to eat again tonight.
Slipping up to the door silently, he reached out with one clawed hand and worked at the handle. As a Lycan, in his wolf form, he was almost ignorant of human creations, almost. Things like doors brought out memories in his mind, memories of opening them with his hands, of making them close behind him. And so, his beast form did that very thing, opening the door. Suddenly, as the door was opened, Miran's wolf body was struck with an incredibly powerful pain, a searing that started in his brain and spread down his spine all the way to his feet. It hurt, so badly that he whimpered, his foreleg twitching with the pain. And inside his head, he heard a voice screaming at him, unintelligible words, horrible, nasty words that made him whimper again in dislike. What was this in his head? Who was doing this? Get out, get out!
Stuck at the door, he stood there, gripped by the menacing voice in his head. His beast mind fought back, the pure primal energy of the feed impressing itself on the screaming voice, forcing it away, shoving it back to where it should be. But the voice screamed on and on, something incoherent but powerful, and the beast couldn't take another step. Slowly, he hunched down, way way down, and then fell to the ground. Curled into a fetal position, the beast moaned and whined, its foreclaws coming up over its head, as if to block out the loathsome sounds. And it just lay there, curled up, feeling the pain and unsure what to do.
As it lay there, the moon slowly set behind the horizon. As it set, the beast felt the change happening once again. Slowly, it felt its bones break and reform, its muscles losing size and tone, its muzzle disappearing back into its face. The claws turned back into finger nails, the legs bent forwards again, back to their normal position, and the feet regained their normal shape. The last thing to go was the hair, pulling into the body as if suddenly yanked inwards by the roots, sucked back into the flesh and disappearing. Suddenly, there he was again. Miran Damacy, human, or at least, human-seeming. His bola was still tied about his normal waist, and he still wore the band with the throwing star and the push dagger. They had disappeared in all the fur, but now that the fur was gone, they could be easily seen. And as he changed, the voice inside his head went away, slowly but surely, until, when there was no fur left on his body, he finally felt quiet. Uncurling from his fetal position, he moved slowly, lifting his head up...
And looking right into the eyes of a little girl.
She stood in the doorway wearing only a light nightdress. It was a sweet, innocent white, and covered her little body perfectly. She had long, dirty blonde hair, and the sweetest green eyes you could imagine. She looked to be around 5, maybe 6 years old, and in her arms she held a crudely made doll, its hair raggedy and its clothes threadbare. She stood there, her eyes wide and her mouth closed, clutching the dolly to her chest. And as he looked up at her, Miran felt the tears coming again. He had just been about to enter her house and eat her and her family. Just before the moon had set, he was going to go in there, rip out her beautiful little throat, and drink her blood. He looked at this tiny creature, this beautiful little girl with her gorgeous green eyes, and he felt the tears flowing down his cheeks. Oh gods above, what would he have done? What would he DO, when it was nighttime, and time to feed again?
He stumbled to his feet, nearly blind with the tears, intending on running into the woods and away from the little girl and her family. But even as he stood, he suddenly felt a little hand grab his own. He looked down at her through the rainbows of his tears, and she was standing there, holding his hand in her little one, pulling on him. Unable to pull away, knowing he should be feeling he couldn't, Miran followed the little girl into the house. She pulled him steadily forward, and he looked around, wondering what she was doing.
The cabin was a little one-room affair, with beds in the far corner, a small kitchen in the front, and a few chairs and a table set around for eating. It was quaint and sweet, and Miran found himself instantly liking it. But he didn't have much time to look around. The little girl pulled him over to the far corner of the room, where the beds were. Her parents lay in the beds, and also what appeared to be a young boy of about 14 years. The little girl went up to her mother, and reached up, shaking the woman's shoulder. She shook and shook and shook, pushing at her mother, trying to make her get up. That's when she looked at Miran, with a pleading look on her little face. She was asking him for help. She was begging him to wake up her mommy.
The man leaned over the bed, and looked at the woman. Her face was pale, and her eyes were still closed. As he put his hand by her face, he felt for breath. She wasn't breathing. Leaning over, the man checked the father, and then walked over to the brother. None of them were breathing. They were dead, all dead. That would explain the odd smell, the eerie feeling that Miran had had as a beast walking up to this cabin. The occupants were dead.
The little girl looked up at him beseechingly, begging him to wake up her family. But she spoke not a word. Miran suspected the little girl was a deaf-mute. She didn't seem to be able to say a single thing. Looking around, now somewhat frantically, he scanned the cabin for any signs of danger. What had killed these people? He could see nothing, sense nothing, feel nothing. They were dead, somehow, and he wasn't sure how. And there was the little girl, this beautiful, tiny little girl, and she was all alone.
He couldn't do it. He knew he shouldn't do it. He was a BEAST, a monster! He couldn't control himself at night, couldn't stop himself. How could he do this? It was impossible! There was no way, not a single way, no possible.... Her little eyes trembled with tears as she realized her parents weren't waking up. And tears spilled down Miran's cheeks, welling up from his eyes as he looked down at the little girl. Suddenly, he leaned down, and scooped her up into his bare arms. In a flash, he was out the door, holding her gently in his arms, and moving through the trees. He had to find a village before nightfall, had to bring this girl to safety. Or else....
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Post by Kaisar on Oct 23, 2005 1:40:46 GMT -6
Kiera flew until dawn, when the sun began to rise over the horizon she landed, the muscles on her back ached and her injuries itched. Listening she heard the soft trickle of water. Moving towards it Kiera folded her wings about her shoulders following the sound until she came to the stream. Its rocky shore was devoid of plants but even in the grey light of dawn she could tell the water was clean. Moving to the stream she unfolded her wings shivering for the first time against the chill of the air and knelt by the water. Cupping her hands she lifted some of the icy water and drank it quickly before it dribbled out of her hands. Sighing she looked into the water and frowned. The eyes that peered back at her were the colors of gold but within that gold were flecks of another color. Blue was starting to appear in her eyes, it wasn’t a good thing and would explain why she was starting to feel the cold. Her dragon inheritance meant she was always warm because of her inner fire. No doubt the injuries were draining on her body, she needed to rest and heal or risk getting sicker. Looking behind her she frowned, listening she heard no sound. Still wary but knowing she needed the rest she looked at the numerous trees that grew and climbed one. Perching on a high branch she folded her wings about her shoulders and bowed her head. Her eyes closed she slipped into a state between sleep and wakefulness, should anything approach she would know. For now she would rest for the day recover from her injuries and regain a little strength then continue north.
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Post by shadows on Oct 23, 2005 11:47:02 GMT -6
"Let me go, you fucking FUR BALL!"The Lycanthrope muttered darkly as it dragged the boy towards the village of Woe - where the Lord dwelled. But he did not understand the Lord's interest in the boy. The Lord had ordered HIM, of all Lycan, to hunt down this strange boy, and bring him, alive. Why? Why had he ordered Fenrir the Dark, to carry on such a task? "Hey," The boy began. Fenrir sighed, guttoral voice speaking. "What?" "I thought your kind fed on flesh?"The Lycan snorted, "Do you WANT me to eat you?" "Er... no thanks." The two fell silent once more. ~ The boy awoke, eyes fluttering open, to find that he was in a cage, and with no clothes. "Wait... what? No clothes!?" He looked himself over once more - nothing. He was naked. "......." Letting out a long sigh, he leaned against the bars of his cage, lazily looking at his surroundings. He was in a tent, and that was it. There was nothing in the tent besides his cage, and the cage was locked. No surprise. "Guess I should't of slept on the way here..." He mused, massaging the back of his neck. "And now we wait, untill whatever is supposed to happen, happens."
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Post by Anarchy87 on Oct 23, 2005 14:57:27 GMT -6
ooc: story teller mode Bic: for years our noble lands have been plageud by these Animals.. every night we are awakend by screams of Men and women taking thier last breaths, not even our children are safe from the beasts. were no longer safe outside neither by night or day..i beg of you lord. show a sign of your Might and crush these foulest of beasts - were the words that started the raid, from farmers to knights. they agreed on one thing, the Massacre of this night would not go unsettled. A Eye for an Eye..and bloodwould flow by the galons.. it was time..to bare our teeth and raise our weapons..we..are at war. It was time for the hunters to become the hunted. across the country side farmers set asside thier shovels and pitchforks for sabers and spears.. Foreigners would no longer get a frendly welcome.. --- while on the other side of the map , Nicholai had finally introduced himself to the nobles Infrond him. the king made sure no men or women able to walk, would go unarmed. ooc: the farmers are armed to bite back, and ba able to defend thier children..and 'my lord' is either the king or God / a prayer whatever you prefer
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Post by shadows on Oct 23, 2005 17:48:00 GMT -6
Some people would be afraid if a group of Lycanthrope walked up to you, while you have no weapon, and are trapped in a cage. But not the boy. Hell. He was thankful. He was bored as fuck. Well, that's one thing he could do! Sweet Ellie of Utopia on her knees...
"Down boy," Fenrir smirked.
The boy, startled, had forgotten the Lycanthrope had the cage open, and were waiting for him to get out. But he looked down, realizing just what the Lycan meant, and blushed in embarrassment.
Then it turned to anger. "Hey, just why the fuck did you take my clothes?"
"It does not look to me like you missed them very much." The Lycan behind snorted in laughter.
The boy turned a deeper shade of crimson if that were possible, and brooded. "Well, do you like it in there, or are you going to come out? Or do I have to drag you out?" The boy, forgetting he was supposed to come out, hesitantly did so, standing once he was out of the cage. He looked up at Fenrir. "I fucking hate you."
"The feeling is mutual, human."
The boy gave him a look that could reduce one to a grease stain on the far wall. "So, where am I...HEY! WHAT THE!?" He was cut off as the Lycan with Fenrir grabbed his arms. Fenrir's muzzle twisted with a grin, and he lead the group out, boy cursing as he was dragged, once more, out of the tent.
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Post by Kaisar on Oct 23, 2005 17:54:14 GMT -6
When next she awoke the sun had set, Kiera opened her eyes and jumped down from the tree spreading her wings wide and stretching them out as far as they could go to loosen the stiff muscles in her back and wings. She rotated her shoulders until she felt the tension ease out and looked about. Nothing had approached her during the day much to her surprise. Perhaps the creatures of this land were nocturnal. She returned to the stream and knelt by the water once more and lent into the water drinking her fill until she no longer felt thirsty. What she did feel however was hungry, taking to the wing again she glided leisurely over the depressing landscape letting her nose guide her. While traveling two voices reached her ears, one was young, a child the other a growly, throaty male voice not dissimilar from the wolf-man she killed earlier. Curiosity won over her stomach and Kiera glided towards the sound, her sharp eyes catching sight of a wolf-man dragging a small boy. She listened to them speaking "Let me go, you fucking FUR BALL!" the boy cried out, the wolf-man only muttered something to soft for her to hear but Kiera got the impression it was a curse. They continued to speak with the wolf threatening to eat him before the boy fell asleep while being dragged. Shaking her head Kiera was about to turn away, but a new smell reached her nose. It was odd and yet she liked it. The smell of roasting meat. She frowned, and then smiled, the whole scenario perplexed her and she was curious as to the fate of this child. Kiera was little more then a child herself, despite the mature appearance of her body. A legacy of the human blood that flowed through her veins and the veins of all in Lizargia, they matured and were of mating age like any human, but in the matters of physical strength and knowledge they had to mature to the point of thirty years. Kiera was only just over halfway there and she still had much to learn. Flying ahead Kiera moved towards the scent of food and landed in the high branches of a tree her wings folding in as she kept out of sight in the shadows. High up and blending into the darkness the wolf-men would not be able to scent her, and they would only see her if they looked up and she was away from the trunk. Looking down she saw what looked to be a village, it was an alien thing to her after living all her life in a cave. Lizargian’s didn’t build houses they dug out dens within caves. To see these structures confused her greatly but all she could do now was wait and see. Looking to the direction where she last saw the wolf-man she watched as he materialized out of the trees and made his way towards a tent and entered. When the wolf-man reemerged her carried the cloths the boy had worn and tossed them aside marching off to some errand Kiera knew nothing of. Moments later another wolf-man appeared larger and different to the rest. He looked to Kiera’s eyes like the leader, there was something in the way he held himself and the way the others seemed to cower around him.
Too far away to hear what was said Kiera waited until the wolf-man came back out dragging the naked boy after him. Resigning herself to watch for the moment Kiera frowned. She didn’t like this. The wolf-men seemed to have some kind of culture and yet were deprived enough to humiliate and treat the young like dirt. In her culture the young were cherished and no adult would dare fight a child unless they had truly offended the elder or threatened his/her life. However she would not interfere unless the child’s life was truly threatened.
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Post by shadows on Oct 23, 2005 18:42:02 GMT -6
The boy had been dragged throughout the village, made a laughingstock as the Lycan threw him to the mud, or kicked his legs out from underneath him. He was, once again, thankful when they stopped infront of a great structure. He stared to Fenrir's back untill the Lycan turned, and went on all fours. He stared the boy in the eye, nodding for his mates to let go of him. "This is our Lord's sanctum. He wishes to speak with you... alone." Fenrir stepped aside, watching the boy stretch. When he was finished, he glanced to the Lycan, puzzled. "And why is that?" The Lycan shook his head. "Do not know. But you must not keep him waiting if you value your life." The boy waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, whatever. And Utopia was looking so good..." He sighed, and drudged towards the wooden door of the structure, stopped by the guttoral voice of Fenrir one last time. A warning. "And human... if you mess around, I will personally hunt you down, and rip out your throat." The boy chuckled nervously, "Gee, how encouraging..."~ "Whoa..."Now he knew what Fenrir was referring to. Either side of the path leading to the chambers, were caged women. Naked caged women. But not just any women. "Damn... I'd hate to think how long these women have been caged..."As he walked by, they growled. An animalistic growl. They thrashed against the cages, and he knew now what they wanted. What they were eyeing. "What has the Lord done to them? They are... sex crazed!" He shuddered to think what they would do if the cages were not locked. But he pressed on, coming to a tarp. He could hear... breathing on the other side. This must of been it. The Lord. Whatever that meant. Taking a long swallow, he pushed up the tarp, walking under.
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Post by shadows on Oct 23, 2005 20:19:22 GMT -6
~ The boy looked around the chambers of the Lord - and the Lord himself, sitting atop a throne. But the boy did not understand. The Lord the Lycan worshipped was nothing more than a human man? Did the Lycan not transform at night? But there was something about this man, eyeing him, that he feared. Maybe it was because he was naked? Because the Lord could easily do with him the things he did to the women? No. And it was definately not the lord's looks - mysterious hazel set on the boy under a fringe of long raven hair. The Lord stepped with a flare of grace, his black robes open, and not to the comfort of the boy. They drew his eyes to the Lord's beautiful chest, and down they went, to his slender waist, and his... "Like what you see?" Physically jumping, the back backed up into a wall of straw. He looked away angrily, cheeks hot with a blush. Can't lose control... can't lose control... can't lose control... He thought, closing his eyes shut. The Lord raised a brow, long lashes framing those depths of hazel. "Can't lose control?"Wait a minute, did he just... "Read your thoughts?" The Lord smiled at the shocked look on the boy's face. The boy tilted his head to look at the Lord, gasping as the man was suddenly upon him, a hand on the straw behind. He pulled himself very close to the boy, and conformed himself to every bump in his body, much to the boy's satisfaction. The boy was lost in those eyes, and did not care if he was blushing. He did not care that this stranger was rubbing against him in a risque fashion. "Oh, your thoughts," The Lord groaned in ecstacy, boy shaking his head, and falling from the man's closeness, staggering to the throne. He was panting. Hard. What had happened? He had not lost control, thank God. But... "...You are mine. And you can not escape..." The boy felt the Lord's hands wrap around his lithe chest, running down, as his lips cupped over the boy's ear lobe. "You will tell me what I want to know..." His hands touched the boy, and for a moment, the boy's eyes flashed with something indescribable. "...understand?""I... yes..." The Lord grinned. "Then tell your Master where the stone is." The boy's heart beated faster. "W-what stone...? What... are you... talking about, Master...?" The Lord asked again. And the boy licked his lips. "My... what am I doing!?" The boy shook his head in a frantic way. "I won't tell you.""Ah, but I know you came from the rift..." The boy did not respond, "And I know you have it. I searched your clothes - I found nothing. Now tell me, where are you hiding it!?" The boy elbowed the Lord, falling to the ground himself. He stood, and spun to face the Lord. "You used me against me... how vile. Do you want the stone? Come and get it." The Lord twisted his body, face elongating into a muzzle, mouth opening wide to show rows and rows of razor sharp teeth, black fur developping over his skin rapidly. He grew, and grew, and grew, bones cracking until the werewolf which now stood before the boy roared menacingly. "SO BE IT, GUARDIAN."
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Post by Kaisar on Oct 23, 2005 20:52:45 GMT -6
Kiera’s nostrils flared as a vile scent reached her nose. The wind had changed while she waited bringing the scent of the alien building to her nose and it made her bile rise. She had scented such things before and they were abominable. The skin changed on her upper torso again as Kiera took on her dragonized form. It seemed she would, nay must intervene on the boys behalf.
Tilting her head back she let out a roar so like a dragons it could drive fear into the hearts of those who had heard of such beasts and spread her wings. Lycans bayed as she flew overhead, panicked and unsure about the dark shape that now flew above them. She opened her dragonish maw and issued a jet of flame towards the building where the boy had entered the thatched roof catching fire instantly. She roared again and wheeled about going for other huts and setting fire to them as well. The wolf-men whimpered and whined in panic faced with one of their most hated elements, fire. It burned high and filled the village with smoke. While the wolf-men were distracted Kiera flew back to the leaders hut and circled above the flames before diving down.
Inside the hut the Lycan leader was staring up at the glowing roof as the flames licked hungrily. He held the boy down preventing escape but unless her moved now the flames would consume them both.
The roof groaned and then something smashed through filling the room with flaming debris. The Lycan lord threw himself and the boy ot the side afraid to get hit by the flames. Looknig at they as they spread he watched a black form rise from among the flaming debris. A dark silhouette eyes blood red, wings and horns. Its reptilian head looking his way then to the boy who was at his mercy. “Kiera no like you wolf-men, you smell bad and do evil, bad things you children…. “ the dark form hissed. It stepped out of the flames untouched by the heat and roared again with her loud bestial cry before lunging at the wolf lord. Their forms met and together all three of them the Lizargian, Lycan and boy were pushed through the wooden wall and onto the ground outside. Kiera smashed her fist onto the lycans muzzle while taking a blow to her gut. She hissed and opened her maw biting down on the wolf-mans arm and tearing the flesh away with her teeth. He howled with rage and struck again at Kiera hitting her in the side of the head. She was thrown clear and dazed by the hit but climbed to her feet. Her vision cleared just as the Lycan lunged at her his wolfish mouth trying to takc hold of her throat, by instinct saved her as she moved otthe left catching the wolf-man’s teeth on her shoulder. Kiera roared and resorted to a blow ot the groin. The Lycan’s teeth released as it staggered back, pained by the low blow, but it was enough to buyt her the tiem she needed. This wolf-man was stronger then the one she had met. She wasn’t strong enough to beat him, not yet.
Kiera hissed and shot a projectile fire ball at the wolf-man lord, he lept out of the way but not before catching a small portion on the left side of his face. He howled in pain and twisted about. Seizing the chnse Kiera ran past the wolf-man and grabbed hold of the boys arm. He had been dazed by the tumble through the wall and had a few cuts from the splinters of wood. Hefting him up as if he was no more then a toy she swung him onto her back. “Hold tight, and if scared close eyes but not let go or you die, or wolf-men get you!” she roared over the commotion her wings spreading wide as she took flight gliding fast over the tops of the trees and out of the wolf-man home, the lycans who had noticed their escape gave chase but Kiera flew faster then they could run and eventually they lost sight of her. The boy however was starting to panic. Kiera could feel him squirming on her back and was throwing her off balance. She hissed allowing her dragonized form to regress until she was half-human half-dragon once again. The boy slipped from her back then but Kiera had been ready for it and twisted mid-air and grabbed him by the arms ignoring he’s please to be let down until they were far enough away and began to descend. “Stop fighting!” she growled dropping the boy unceremoniously on the ground when they were only a few feet above it. He got up and tried to run off but Kiera was faster tripping him up with her tail and pinning him to the ground with her large four toed reptilian foot. The claws resting lightly on his chest but not drawing blood.
“Stop it, Kiera not hurt you, Kiera help!” she sighed. “No more flying promise but must keep moving or wolf-men catch us.” She looked away fro mthe boy for a moment and inspected her shoulder where the deep bite was. It had slowed its bleeding but only after the adrenalin had ebbed did she begin to feel the pain of her injury. “Your choice man-child. You leave on own and find safty by self. Or left Kiera help you stay ahead of vile Wolf-men. Kiera no like them, they try to hurt a child. Hurting children gravest of acts in Lizargia. Will pay one day for it with life leader of wolf-men will.” She snarled her eyes still the same bestial red they had been when she had fought the wolf-man leader. But now they slowly changed from red to a sad gray. She lifted her foot off the boy and crouched on the ground before him. “Kiera no more then child too by Lizargian lore… does man-boy have name?”
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Post by shadows on Oct 23, 2005 21:28:02 GMT -6
He had been ready to guard the stone if need be - to show the Lord his power. But then this reptillian saved him, battled the Lord. She saved him. And now that he could see she was not some sort of Lycanthrope - though no Lycan would do what she did - he felt safe. He looked her in the eye, but could not bring himself to say his name. His true name. So he lied. And he felt horrible for it.
"Alex... thanks for saving me back there... and I'm sorry I gave you such a hard time..." He looked away, a blush on his cheeks as he tried to hide himself from her. He only just met this strange woman, and felt drawn to her. Was there something... that was trying to free itself from Alex...? Trying to make him lose control...
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Post by Kaisar on Oct 23, 2005 21:36:40 GMT -6
Kiera smiled and nodded, though was puzzeled by his blush. then she remembered that humans had a thing for being naked infront of those of the opposite sex. A silly thing to her but standing she unddi the knot on her sash tetying the knot that held the cloth actoss her upper torso and pased the sash to him. "Use Kiera's sash to cover self for now Alex. Clothing problem can be fxed when we safely out of wolf-man land...." she turned and looked away from him her tail flicking at the tip her expression was thoughtful as she seemd to listen to something the boy couldn't hear. "they come... we must move soon..." Kiera looked back at him. the sad gray gone from her eyes and replaced by a vibrant everald green. "no flying like Kiera promised but Kiera thinks you move slow so you will be carried on Kieras back and she will run fast. Wolf-men might move fast but Kiera faster."she grinned devilishly the long fangs that were her eye teeth visable in the moonlight. "Tell Kiera when you ready Alex and we leave those smelly wolf-men to eat the dust of our tracks." She laughe and turned around again to let alex have a little privasy so he could ajust the sash as he needed to feel a little more decent. Her eyes searchnigtghe trees for the wolf-men. "where would Alex like to go, where will he be safe?" she asked as an after thought.
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Post by shadows on Oct 23, 2005 22:07:03 GMT -6
Alex was thankful when the reptillian-woman handed him her sash. He tied it like a loin cloth, realizing if she hadn't of given it to him, he'd of had to ride on her back, naked. That, he wasn't quite sure he could handle. But this, eh, better than nothing.
"where would Alex like to go, where will he be safe?"
"Good question," He said, pondering. Ellie's mother showed him a map of the world once, and educated him on the land of Orr. He had been captured by Fenrir near the border of North Utopia. He must of been dragged Northeast into Woe, and then now, they were most likely near the treacherous mountains of Cletan. That would do no good. He could only think of one country they could get to... "Ebony Woods." He said outloud.
"Oh, you can look now..." He said with a chuckle.
"...but I never got your name. What can I call you?" He tilted his head curiously.
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