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Post by m3m0ria on Oct 16, 2007 14:47:10 GMT -5
The sound was unheard of, death roaring from its insides as it screamed. Its teeth numbering more than that of a man’s count, its tongue equal to that of a snake in length as well as violent nature. The tongue eagerly attacking when not caged by its ravaging teeth, the stench that perfumed from its mouth killed nearly everything with one quick exhale. Yet I dare not move. There I stood a soft silhouette amongst the death hording over me. Rumors have shared that this beast’s face has the ability to resemble that of your worst fear, and that fearing it is like fueling the fire for which it runs. Nevertheless, there I stood gazing into its colossal figure and four fearless eyes, and there it stood gazing into the two of mine.
Two fearless beings ready to do battle. My twin pistols eagerly awaiting the battles begin. I had longed for this day since my youth. My pistols smooth with silver, their chambers cleared and prepared for quick shots from every angle. My clips spring loaded, patiently awaiting the opportunity to raise another silver bullet into the chamber, the ferocious beast roared flinging my Indiana Jones style hat from my head to atop a tree some yards away. I guess it expected me to cower away in fear, its huge eyes looking puzzled at my unmoved position. Werewolves weren’t the brightest of all monsters, this being a prime example.
Without warning I raised my pistol and shot one round dead center, equal distance between all four eyes. The colossal body toppling to the floor, its body resembling the same as a pen drop, but loader than that of a locomotive, not a roar was heard. Not the faintest sound other than the gunshot and the thudding body on the floor. I remained there gazing at my prize. Then holstered my pistols and walked away…
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Post by Aurora on Oct 16, 2007 21:45:11 GMT -5
"Get down!!" Screamed the voice of a girl. She was about 17 of age and suddenly a growl and a yelp followed soon after. It had been another were-wolf, about to attack this man from behind. Saige had been on top of the tree the whole time, and had seen him fight so very well. Her eyes widened though and she didn't pull the trigger to the crossbow too soon. The wolf now lay behind him, with a pure silver arrow pierced deep into his heart. The girl was surprised in herself that she had done it.
Gracefuly she climbed down from the tree she had been in and she landed with a light thud. Her heart was pounding, it felt as if it was going to jump out of her throat. "Are you alright?" She asked him nicely. She was of not threat to him, but she kept her distance just in case. She didn't know if the wolf had scratched him or not. That could be dangerous. Her appearance was pretty, she had her long hair tied back in a ponytail and wearing black loose pants with a pair of dark carcoal boots. Her shirt was red showing off some of her midrift and then a black hoodie over it. She was somewhat well armed. Her eyes were grey, soft yet piercing. Her form stood there, waiting for an answer.
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Post by m3m0ria on Oct 18, 2007 23:57:43 GMT -5
“Watch out!” a small voice said. “Damn, there just had to be another one!” I said to myself. What was with these people? A werewolf had probably killed the girl’s father and now she was seeking revenge. The story was always the same. However, this girl was different. She carried a bow housing silver arrows. She knew what she was doing. Still, what a way to ruin two perfectly good kills. The trap was already set for the second werewolf. It was just a matter of it being executed properly. Nonetheless, the money was mine. Tow dead werewolves, one thousand gold pieces each. “Let me guess you want to avenge the death of some loved one?” I asked. Silence was heard. Her eyes widened as I turned around to face her. What was wrong with my appearance? Sure I had five o-clock shadow and had not bathed in a week, but my appearance wasn’t that bad! I felt a sudden sting across my chest. I looked down to notice the unimaginable.
There had been twelve executioners before me, and all suffered the same fate. Mine was too soon enough. “How could this happen to me?” I thought to myself. I looked into the girl’s eyes and she into mine. As the tears ran down my face, mixed with the tears from the clouds above, I felt the feeling of sorrow. My life had reached its end. Sadly, but surely it had. A werewolf, meaning I would eventually turn into one, had scratched me. My mind began to wonder. It thought of the many myths and folktales told to me in my youth. I remembered the master-sorcerer and how with his infinite knowledge he could conjure anything. Suddenly my, gold-hawked eyes widened. That was it; I had to find that sorcerer. Indeed it was just a myth, but the werewolves had started that way as well. Just like the werewolves somewhere he was out there!
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Post by Ademar on Oct 29, 2007 15:39:38 GMT -5
The sound of death, monstrous roaring, and the oh too familiar sound of werewolves filled the crisp cool night air as Stryker ran through the dark forest. His steps light, silent, and swift, as his body moved gracefully through the heavily wooded area before him. His short hair waved slightly as the cool air blew through the strands of brown and blond. His Chocolate brown eyes widened as he suddenly heard a gunshot, then the large thud of the beasts dead body, towering down to the forest floor. “Watch out!” a small voice said, letting stryker know he was getting close. A crossbow...released an arrow sending it into the now screaming Werewolf before it also came to the forest's cold floor, motionless, and dead.
The lone scout hurried through the woods, as his ears picked up the words of the now, not so far away slayer. “How could this happen to me?” He has been scratched He needed to get their in a hurry now, the last little stretch was ahead of him and he smiled lightly to himself as he knew he could make it in a mere second. Using his Shunpu ability, he suddenly moved so fast, nobody would even be able to see him, it was as if he simply disappeared leaving several leaves swirling int he air where he once was.
Stryker suddenly appeared in front of the slayer, standing there, blink, and you missed him approach. He stood there in front of the now torn slayer, with three large scratch marks down his chest. He spoke in a strong, yet friendly tone, one that would show he means him no harm. "There is little hope for you now, but little is better than none, dry your tears. I know the man who can help you, the only man..that could help you..."
With his black massive bow on his back, and his sliver full of silver arrows he now turned to face the young girl before him. As he lay eyes upon her he smiled, she was beautiful indeed, even more so than his voice had led him to believe. "Well done stranger, your aim was true and arrow swift, it saved this man's life. My name is Stryker, and I could use your help my lady, getting him to help. He will only become weaker and weaker to the power of the wolf, and harder to control." -he turned back to look at the wounded slayer. "are you strong enough to journey with me to your saviour?..or will you succumb tot he death that now awaits you eagerly." Stryker turned once more to the girl. "And will you come with us? aid me in saving his life?" He awaited both of their responses as he had a serious tone about him, yet a slight smile in the same instance. He loved adventure, journeys and action, though he was not so cold hearted as to only help this man for that reason, he was indeed compassionate in his own ways, and looked to help the man...and more, but he would not say anything of that until later.
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Post by Aurora on Nov 13, 2007 0:24:16 GMT -5
Saige looked uncertainly from stranger to stranger. She didn't know either of them and so she was not going to speak for the one who was now injured. "I don't know if he speaks the truth, but for the time being, he is all you can trust if he says he knows the way. You need immediate attention." She was not trying to force him to do anything, only to make the right choice in what he needed to do.
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Post by m3m0ria on Nov 14, 2007 20:53:55 GMT -5
My eyes blinked profusely. Tears rolling from my eyes as all hope of defeating the one that killed my father dissipated. Quickly I found it hard to breath, my throat expanding and contracting as the DNA of the werewolf quickly took over my body. My saliva became like that of sap, sticking to every area of my mouth. Still I gasped for air, like a lost fish who wondered its way upon dry land. What was I to do? I looked down to see three large cuts across my torso. Whatever doubt remained inside me disappeared and I knew that this would be my last hour. This girl would be the last person I would lay eyes on. I was grateful, grateful indeed.
Her beauty was submissive, her hair long and dyed the color of night. Her eyes sparkling just as the stars did above. Suddenly a stranger man than I appeared beside me. Accompanied by a gust of wind and shatters of leaves and twigs. "There is little hope for you now, but little is better than none, dry your tears. I know the man who can help you, the only man that could help you...” my eyes were puzzled. Why would this man help me? I was defeated. It was the executioner way to leave the dead good as dead, leave their fates to God.
He wore the clothing of an executioner however his weapons were not standard issue, the girl the same. Who were they? Did they know of each other? Nevertheless the man picked me up from the rock in which I rested on and transferred my weight upon his shoulders, and using some strange speed he hastily made way towards a town not known to me. I turned my head, the girl followed with almost the same quickness. Who were these two?
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Post by Ademar on Nov 19, 2007 13:52:31 GMT -5
Stryker held the man's arm draped over his shoulder and he looked behind him with a smile. The girl was standing there wondering where the two had disappeared to. She was confused and unable to follow his movement, only he had ever perfected Shunpu. They headed towards Hackdirt...a town that would not question the intent of its visitors. A tiny town where very few people lived. It could even be called an abandoned. It took less than 10 minutes at this speed to reach Hackdirt. Going into the tavern he opened a hatch in the floor and dropped the man onto his back into a cage and then closed the hatch. Stryker came to his side outside the cage and jabbed him with what looked like a poison tipped arrow...indeed it was poisoned...but this poison would counteract the genome change the werewolf DNA would be making, it would knock out this poor man, until he could return with the girl. Stryker immediately left the basement of the tavern and used his same quickness to get back to the girl, she was on her way back out of the forest by now but he appeared in front of her in the same manner as before. Holding out his hand to her, smiling lightly. "Please...take my hand...come with me, I NEED your help my lady...the fate of everyone hangs in the balance with this man's survival. I will explain all when we arrive in Hackdirt...but please..we must hurry"
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Post by m3m0ria on Dec 19, 2007 13:51:20 GMT -5
My eyes suddenly opened and I quickly sat up! “Ouch” I screamed as I smacked my head on the top of a cage. “A cage?” I said to myself. Quickly I ran through the events in my memories desperately trying to fathom why I was here. The only images I could see were that of another man and the girl that was the very reason why I was still alive. “Oh No!” I quickly said. Had I completely turned into a werewolf and this, this cage a cell as I await my execution? I looked down at my hands noticing black leather gloves. Surely had I turned into a werewolf my gloves would have ripped clean off my hands, so that was not the case?
I yawned, how long had I been out? And if it had been long why was my body so tired. I looked to my left, noticing a small bowl full of fruits, and quickly I leaned over and began feasting. My teeth seemingly extending as I drew an apple near, with a bite juices flooded my mouth and the overflow poured down my face. Surely I had been out for some time by my ravenous eating. I yawned again, showing the darkness around my cage small chunks of apples and various fruits all meshed together inside my mouth. My chewing was quick and I found myself huddling around the bowl desperate to keep all the fruit for myself.
I dropped a small grape onto my chest, and that’s when it hit me. Where were my clothes? I looked to my left, nothing, to my right, nothing; I looked up towards the ceiling, only a small flickering candle. I looked back down again, shaking my head in confusion. That’s when I noticed a small cut just in-between my ribs, an incision large enough to only be one thing; the piercing of an arrow. Footsteps were heard above me, the footsteps got closer and closer until eventually a door was opened and a bright light like that of the heaven’s opening up shown upon my face.
Footsteps were once again heard. Who was coming down the stairs? A voice was heard, “It appears he has finally awoke…”
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Post by Aurora on Jan 1, 2008 22:26:00 GMT -5
Saige wasn't sure what to expect as she went to check on him, she was worried about him while the other just seemed to want to rid him of the curse. "It appears he's finally awoken.." She called up to the others and she went down. Her weapons were up and put away for the crossbow was horribly dangerous should it be set off.
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