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The Cursed Forest

Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Vehement_Vengeance on Sat Feb 10, 2007 4:49 pm

in a forest infested with shapeshifters, sorcerers, dragons, elves, werewolves (etc.) a young Centaur named Styrke flees from a vengeful werewolf, SHraen, and his allies. she must find a way to break the Werewolf's Essence before he kills her.

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Styrke awoke to the cracking of a twig. she tensed and her hand flew to the broadsword. could it be the werewolves? had they found her at last? she sniffed the air carefully. all she got was the scent of dirt and trees, as usual. still, she was uneasy. rising from the hard ground where she had slept that night, she gathered her weapons and strapped them into place. she grabbed her pack just as another twig snapped. heedless of her bow, she threw it onto her humanoid back and galloped further into the forest, dodging trees and jumping over logs. she came to a sudden halt and listened intently over her fast breathing. she turned and looked behind her when she heard nothing. seeing only trees and shrubs, she faced forward again and yelled when a furry grey creature leapt from the tree and landed infront of her. she unsheathed her broadsword as she realized it was a werewolf ,probably one of SHraen's scouts. if it howled, she was as good as dead. her own face forming a snarl, she smote down at the werewolf, turning swiftly to recover when she missed. the werewolf scrambled to remain behind her, away from her sword when she got an idea. she let him get behind her and then kicked out viciously with her hooves, whacking him in the snout. he yelped, and she turned again and smote off his head, shielding her face against the spurt of blood issuing from his neck. she sincerely hoped that his fellow scouts had not heard him, though it was very likely they had. she panted as she wiped her sword on the mossy tree, not bothering to hide the fact that there had been a fight here. they would smell it, and she coulod never hide the blood. suddenly she clamped a hand to the Werewolf Essence around her throat. it was burning. she looked down and gasped. it was blood red, most likely it had recognized the blood of one of it's master's kind. she sighed. and decided to move on and look for something to eat rather than remain here and waith for other scouts to attempt to kill her. she sheathed her blade, moved her pack from her humanoid back to her horse back and started loping southward.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Achilles on Sat Feb 10, 2007 6:25 pm

Shraen looked up from his meal as her heard the yelp of one of his scouts. He snarled in his human form.
"Found her." He said simply and abandoned his raw meat that he had be consuming.
He motionted to his warriors, there were fifteen in all along with five scouts. They all morphed into wolf form. Shraen's black red fur bristled as he and his band raced into the forest. Jumping over logs and rocks. Their pads making little noise on the dirt and dead leaves that covered the forest floor.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Achilles on Sat Feb 10, 2007 7:15 pm

Turin walked through the trees slowly, he played his reed pan pipes softly. The tune he played a slow low battle tune mixed with his own random notes. He started when he heard a pain filled yelp.
"That didnt sound good." He said and trotted toward the sound putting his reed pipes in a a pocket on his chest next to his knives.

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Styrke unconsciously went from a lope to a heavy gallop. She remembered the blood of the werewolf, spurting from his neck. it reminded her of another image ... No. she refused to think of the night her family died. she concentrated on the rhythm of her hooves, the steady pounding... she didnt notice the approaching figure before it was too late and they collided .

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"Holy Man'O War!" Turion said has another Centaur crashed into him sending into him to the ground. He cursed has he got to his feet and help the female centaur up.
"Sorry." He said as his hand automatically strayed to the pocket on his chest where he kept his beloved reed pipes. His eyes got big and his face turned whiter then a enchanted mushroom.
"My Pipes!" he exclaimed

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with a look of concern on her face, Styrke started to step forward to help the distressed centaur

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Achilles on Sat Feb 10, 2007 7:29 pm

"Don't move!" He cried, "YOu might step on them!" he searched the ground on his knees. He looked and felt every where.

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Styrke gave the distressed Centaur a strange look as she obediently held still. she saw something on the ground, near one of his hooves. she bent and picked it up, and said
"is this it?"
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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Achilles on Mon Feb 12, 2007 7:04 pm

Turion let out a high pitched protest.
"Don't touch them." He said snatching them out of her hand and cradling them in his big hands.
"Good thing they are not broken, you should really watch where youre going." He said carefully putting his prized posession in its pocket.

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Shraen raced through the forest and sniffed out the route to his dead scout. He stopped at the body and sniffed the blood that flowed into the deep puddle around the body. The werewolves transformed into human form.
"Sniff her out." He said pointing to a scout, then he motioned the rest to wait.

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Styrke gave him a wierd look as he cradled the panpipes to his chest, stroking them lovingly. she muttered "okay..." and started walking in her original direction, before the collision.

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Achilles on Mon Feb 12, 2007 7:35 pm

Turion looked at her walk a way
"Ya know you would make a great model for a painting i want to do, would you mind modeling for me at the next village?" He asked prancing up to her, his hooves making a clop clop noise he smiled winningly at her.
"Im not hitting on you if thats what your thinking, i just havent found a good reference and youre the closest thing i have seen to what i pictured. Please." He said pleadingly
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Styrke gave him a stern look.
"excuse me? i am kind of in a hurry. it is a matter of GREAT importance that i am not detained, so i am sorry i cannot pose for you. Good day."
she trotted off in her original direction, ignoring the pleading prancing centaur.

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"It's here lord." The scout said catching the scent even in his human form. Shraen grinned, morphed and started on the hunt. His pack followed closely at his heels. A growl rose in his throat, that centaur would soon be dead and his soul would be returned to him.

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Turion's attention turned to the pounding of feet that he felt in the ground. Something big or in a large number was coming his way.
He turned at galloped after the female.
"Well since your in a hurry and out here all alone i can't possibly leave you without protection. Ill escort you to where ever you have to go and THEN purhaps will you let me paint a portrait of you?" He said hurriedly. He wasnt a coward, but he didnt want trouble if he could avoid it.

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she stopped dead in her tracks and turned around. "EXcUSE ME?!?!?" Styrke exploded with indignation. "if you think that i need help from you, you UNCULTURED PIPEPLAYER!!!" she huffed and started into a gallop

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Tips: 0.00 INK Postby Achilles on Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:09 pm

"UNCULTURED!? I beg your PARDON!" Turion exclaimed, his face contorted in rage.

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Shraen and his warrior pack now had the female centaur in sight. She was now in the company of a Charger.
"Your death is at hand!" He muttered under his breath. The pack was running full speed towards the centaurs.

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"Yes, uncultured. now LEAVE ME ALONE!!" she increased her speed unconsciously loosening her sword in it's sheath.

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