Setting
Dark and foreboding, the Cursed Wood seems older than time itself.
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Larger than life, and equally as imposing, they stand distanced as if politely ignoring each other. Fog swirls around the bases of these trees, obscuring the earthy ground. Flowers dare not grow in this forest, for the canopy of leaves blots out the sun, and the temperature is stagnantly cool. Here at night is is superbly dark, during the day a murky twilight. This is due to the curse of the Crawling Chaos, who blessed this land for all night walkers. A trade route runs through the Cursed Wood, stopping through Verinotte Hollow on the way north to Wing City, via the Abandoned Slums
Occurrences
Shadows whip between the trees. It can be quite unsettling
In certain areas, trees are torn into. Some cuts are
fresher than others. It appears as if there was a brawl.
There is a cluster of strange, strange eggs.
Unusual amounts of wolves can be
heard howling around the Full Moon
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Occurrences
Shadows whip between the trees. It can be quite unsettling
In certain areas, trees are torn into. Some cuts are
fresher than others. It appears as if there was a brawl.
There is a cluster of strange, strange eggs.
Unusual amounts of wolves can be
heard howling around the Full Moon
Cursed Wood
Dark and foreboding, the trees seem older than time itself. Larger than life, and equally as imposing, they stand distanced as if politely ignoring each other. Fog swirls around the bases of these trees, obscuring the earthy ground. Flowers dare not grow in this forest, for the canopy of leaves blots out the sun, and the temperature is stagnantly cool. There is something amiss about this forest.
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Elaina Ballifrey [69] A battlemage turned military pilot, Elaina's battle-magic training is more than handy in the field.
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Prototype: X-001: Code name: M.A.D.N.E.S.S. [55] "...heh"
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Serianata Sorrow [50] "Sorrow, shame, regret... Penitence is the only cure for the poisons of the past."
Maedos Judgement [50] "You cannot hide from the Judge, You cannot run from the Jury, You cannot be exempt from the Executioner's axe."
Cherry Blanc [44] Pop, pop, pop!
Charles Lemarr [43] Centuries old vampire born of spite.
Meghan Kinsington [41]
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Kethyr playfully tumbled to a stop in the clearing, hopping back on all fours to- woah.
She was tall.
The red werewolf got up on his hind haunches and stood human-like. She spoke to him. He cocked his head to the right. She spoke again. He cocked his head to the left.
Kethyr snarled in agreement. Cheers. He knew that one. The snarl was almost a sneeze - followed by happy panting.
Yes, it was nice and cool in the Cursed Wood. He shook his fur, feeling the very start of the unturn beginning to subside.
She was tall.
The red werewolf got up on his hind haunches and stood human-like. She spoke to him. He cocked his head to the right. She spoke again. He cocked his head to the left.
Kethyr snarled in agreement. Cheers. He knew that one. The snarl was almost a sneeze - followed by happy panting.
Yes, it was nice and cool in the Cursed Wood. He shook his fur, feeling the very start of the unturn beginning to subside.
Euri read his reactions, well, he didn't seem dangerous... not much a talker though, but he understood what she was saying to some level. She crossed one of her arms to prop the other as she twirled her hair thoughtfully, her luminous eyes wandering. It was odd, that there was no pack whatsoever to be seen, heard, or sensed in any way in the immediate vicinity. Was he a loner? Isn't that bad for them? As she thought it over she dismounted the bike and stood up, the sound of something moving indicated there was more bits to her not seen readily, but the only thing seen moving were... shadows.
"Eurydice Reverencia, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she said in a sophisticated manner, making her approach before kneeling down close. There was a clear lack of any fear in her movements, and a lack of menace for that matter. "But aww, look'it you, are you really all here by yer lonesome, matey? Yer pallies leave you high and dry, or somethin'? Well that ain't cricket."
"Eurydice Reverencia, a pleasure to make your acquaintance," she said in a sophisticated manner, making her approach before kneeling down close. There was a clear lack of any fear in her movements, and a lack of menace for that matter. "But aww, look'it you, are you really all here by yer lonesome, matey? Yer pallies leave you high and dry, or somethin'? Well that ain't cricket."
"Packless," Kethyr grunted, dropping back to all fours and giving a shake. His spine was starting to de-elongate, the fur on his extremities either shifting back into his skin or falling to the ground. He felt his paws starting to curl into fingers and toes, the claws retracting to be replaced by flesh.
He rested back on his haunches and extended a rough skinned half-paw-half-hand towards Eurydice. His eyes were still that of a wolf, though his snout was shorter and fleshier than it was ten minutes ago. Kethyr had not necessarily forgiven Maria for the abandonment, but he had become rather comfortable in his solitude. Kethyr was a bit of a shy guy, a loner, before his turning.
Kethyr had wallowed in self pity when the reality of being a werewolf had set in, and he realized this Cursed Wood was his home.
Then he had tried to be hard.
He had wanted to fight.
He had tried to learn.
He just... wasn't exactly cut from vicious cloth. At all.
Kethyr had finally accepted that.
A life of solitude suited Kethyr. It's what he had before turning. The hope for reintegration with humanity had been abandoned long ago, or so he thought. This very tall doggish lady sparked something inside him with their fun little romp through the trees.
"Not lonesome, just alone," He waggled a pointed ear - it wasn't trying to go anywhere anytime soon - and flicked his tail to kick up some fallen leaves.
"Kethyr," The werewolf gave his name.
He rested back on his haunches and extended a rough skinned half-paw-half-hand towards Eurydice. His eyes were still that of a wolf, though his snout was shorter and fleshier than it was ten minutes ago. Kethyr had not necessarily forgiven Maria for the abandonment, but he had become rather comfortable in his solitude. Kethyr was a bit of a shy guy, a loner, before his turning.
Kethyr had wallowed in self pity when the reality of being a werewolf had set in, and he realized this Cursed Wood was his home.
Then he had tried to be hard.
He had wanted to fight.
He had tried to learn.
He just... wasn't exactly cut from vicious cloth. At all.
Kethyr had finally accepted that.
A life of solitude suited Kethyr. It's what he had before turning. The hope for reintegration with humanity had been abandoned long ago, or so he thought. This very tall doggish lady sparked something inside him with their fun little romp through the trees.
"Not lonesome, just alone," He waggled a pointed ear - it wasn't trying to go anywhere anytime soon - and flicked his tail to kick up some fallen leaves.
"Kethyr," The werewolf gave his name.
She remained casual as he reached out for her, and simply watched as he started to shift back, somewhat. She maintained this calm and casual approach, curious as to what sort this werewolf was, but still certain he was not a threat. She tilted her head to the side and then to the other, her own shadowy ears swaying, her obscenely long hair swaying as she swayed.
"Packless, alone yet not lonesome? Ah! I see, I see, you're an introvert then, luv?" she said, pointing finger guns at him. She then crossed her arms on her knees as she crouched down and poked at her head and slowly leaned in, her tone getting rather serious, her pupils constricting to near pinholes. "Though, word of advice, mate? Personal experience: don't get stuck in yer own head too long, does somethin' grim to the ol' nut. Took a whole bloody squad t'pull me back, remember nothing from then, and I weren't a little girl anymore."
She paused, placing a hand on her chin and leaned back with a thoughtful look as she gazed off. "Holup, maybe that last part is different for werewolves," she said, back to her more chipper tone. As she rubbed her chin in thought, both her arms had been resting on her knees this entire time, leaving a bit of a mystery hand here. She reset her focus on the werewolf. "SoOoOoo, Kethyr, how long since you've been bitten? How in control of yourself are you? Have a particular taste in music?"
"Packless, alone yet not lonesome? Ah! I see, I see, you're an introvert then, luv?" she said, pointing finger guns at him. She then crossed her arms on her knees as she crouched down and poked at her head and slowly leaned in, her tone getting rather serious, her pupils constricting to near pinholes. "Though, word of advice, mate? Personal experience: don't get stuck in yer own head too long, does somethin' grim to the ol' nut. Took a whole bloody squad t'pull me back, remember nothing from then, and I weren't a little girl anymore."
She paused, placing a hand on her chin and leaned back with a thoughtful look as she gazed off. "Holup, maybe that last part is different for werewolves," she said, back to her more chipper tone. As she rubbed her chin in thought, both her arms had been resting on her knees this entire time, leaving a bit of a mystery hand here. She reset her focus on the werewolf. "SoOoOoo, Kethyr, how long since you've been bitten? How in control of yourself are you? Have a particular taste in music?"
With an enormous sniff to the air, Kethyr realized she wasn't a werewolf at all. Just as she said. Kethyr at this point was used to being a little out of the loop. He decided not to dwell on the difference, but did let out a huff and a nod on her comments on staying out of his head.
Depression is one hell of a drug, he heard someone say once.
Kethyr stared her back in the eyes as she leaned in close, his pupils growing wide as hers grew small. She smelled good. It had also been what felt like a century since he had heard the term introvert. He stifled a barky laugh as she continued, imparting some personal experience that was...oddly relatable.
"Not too different," Kethyr said as he sat up a hair taller. Half wolf, half man, and half naked. His face was usually the last part to return. He felt his knees pop into a different shape and plopped down in a more comfortable sit in the cushion of leaves.
And now came the questions. They seemed pretty regular, though they caused Kethyr to wince all the same. He looked to the branches above as he considered how to answer them. It had been forever since he had been bitten. So long, he stopped counting days and nights and weeks and months. It had taken all those days, and nights, and weeks, months even to gain the control he had over his wolf form. He wasn't sure he felt like talking about that all just yet. Brought back bad memories. Brought back feelings of failure.
As for music?
His maw split into a genuine grin, "What was that you were playing?"
Depression is one hell of a drug, he heard someone say once.
Kethyr stared her back in the eyes as she leaned in close, his pupils growing wide as hers grew small. She smelled good. It had also been what felt like a century since he had heard the term introvert. He stifled a barky laugh as she continued, imparting some personal experience that was...oddly relatable.
"Not too different," Kethyr said as he sat up a hair taller. Half wolf, half man, and half naked. His face was usually the last part to return. He felt his knees pop into a different shape and plopped down in a more comfortable sit in the cushion of leaves.
And now came the questions. They seemed pretty regular, though they caused Kethyr to wince all the same. He looked to the branches above as he considered how to answer them. It had been forever since he had been bitten. So long, he stopped counting days and nights and weeks and months. It had taken all those days, and nights, and weeks, months even to gain the control he had over his wolf form. He wasn't sure he felt like talking about that all just yet. Brought back bad memories. Brought back feelings of failure.
As for music?
His maw split into a genuine grin, "What was that you were playing?"
Lewis steps out of nothingness, leaving the non-space with the sound of a dull thump.
He immediately reaches into his vest for a GPS device. He's careful, he's had the sound muted and the obscuration spells covered his traces from most means that weren't magical, so he was pretty much covered when it came to the werewolves and vampires out on patrol. He was a near-expert in non-detection as well, able to step lightly and agilely into places that only the best of trackers were able to find, something he's pretty sure is a sense only humans or lesser-powered creatures would have to rely on, as vampires and other 'kin' relied heavily on their higher senses, rather than on basic skills, another thing to be glad for.
If anybody were to notice him, which while unlikely wasn't impossible, they would see what looked to be a shadow that slowly faded into something like a person, then into the armored figure that he would be seen as close-up.
He turns on the GPS, then slowly navigates through the woods, pausing at every snap and noise to analyze his surroundings. He stops around a rotted tree to remove a shovel, a black, folding affair, and quietly navigates to a tree, where he cuts a line wrapped around the trunk.
A large, black bag falls to the ground, which the armored man moves deftly to catch. He lowers it to the ground, opening the straps to reveal an assortment of knives, as well as one hatchet and a short machete. He removes both of the larger bladed implements, attaching them to sheathes at either side of his belt, and then tucks four throwing knives into a strap across his chest. He throws the bag back on after closing it, and then sets off to the next point.
He continues on, gathering a compound bow and quiver at the next stop, and then moves on to his final point, when he comes to a clearing. Well. There were two individuals standing over his next point, about seven yards from where he buried. He supposes he could throw a knife into an eye or fire an arrow from a distance, but he doubts that would prevent him from being noticed. Werewolves, as one of them seemed, were notoriously hard to kill, and he couldn't take it out from a distance with the weapons he had. He might be able to take it in melee, but that would require a grapple, and he didn't have time to spend fighting some dog-blooded freak.
He decides to remain with his anonymity, and just stands where he is, bow in his hands, an arrow nocked, staring directly at the two from some shadows.
He immediately reaches into his vest for a GPS device. He's careful, he's had the sound muted and the obscuration spells covered his traces from most means that weren't magical, so he was pretty much covered when it came to the werewolves and vampires out on patrol. He was a near-expert in non-detection as well, able to step lightly and agilely into places that only the best of trackers were able to find, something he's pretty sure is a sense only humans or lesser-powered creatures would have to rely on, as vampires and other 'kin' relied heavily on their higher senses, rather than on basic skills, another thing to be glad for.
If anybody were to notice him, which while unlikely wasn't impossible, they would see what looked to be a shadow that slowly faded into something like a person, then into the armored figure that he would be seen as close-up.
He turns on the GPS, then slowly navigates through the woods, pausing at every snap and noise to analyze his surroundings. He stops around a rotted tree to remove a shovel, a black, folding affair, and quietly navigates to a tree, where he cuts a line wrapped around the trunk.
A large, black bag falls to the ground, which the armored man moves deftly to catch. He lowers it to the ground, opening the straps to reveal an assortment of knives, as well as one hatchet and a short machete. He removes both of the larger bladed implements, attaching them to sheathes at either side of his belt, and then tucks four throwing knives into a strap across his chest. He throws the bag back on after closing it, and then sets off to the next point.
He continues on, gathering a compound bow and quiver at the next stop, and then moves on to his final point, when he comes to a clearing. Well. There were two individuals standing over his next point, about seven yards from where he buried. He supposes he could throw a knife into an eye or fire an arrow from a distance, but he doubts that would prevent him from being noticed. Werewolves, as one of them seemed, were notoriously hard to kill, and he couldn't take it out from a distance with the weapons he had. He might be able to take it in melee, but that would require a grapple, and he didn't have time to spend fighting some dog-blooded freak.
He decides to remain with his anonymity, and just stands where he is, bow in his hands, an arrow nocked, staring directly at the two from some shadows.
"Ha, suppose not," she said, noticing he was uncomfortable answering her previous questions. He seemed a nice sort, though, she had pretty well fully let down her guard at this point. As far as she knew, it was just them. She had no idea how to treat lycanthropy, other than enforce self-control. He seemed pretty easy to talk to, and just seemed like more a poor lost soul than anything. Whoever inducted him must have abandoned him, either voluntarily or involuntarily.
He did, however, answer her last question with a question, and with a short chuckle. "Oh, that tickle yer fancy, luv? That is some 80's style synthpop that has been havin' a resurgence of late, an' it resonates, y'know? I can play more if ya want."
As she smiled to him, there was suddenly a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, but she figured it was just the weird magical nature of this place. The shadows always seemed to be moving, but then again, so were hers.
He did, however, answer her last question with a question, and with a short chuckle. "Oh, that tickle yer fancy, luv? That is some 80's style synthpop that has been havin' a resurgence of late, an' it resonates, y'know? I can play more if ya want."
As she smiled to him, there was suddenly a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, but she figured it was just the weird magical nature of this place. The shadows always seemed to be moving, but then again, so were hers.
“
hello
”
Kethyr halted and perked his ears in the direction of Lewis. He wasn't too close to human yet, his senses on fire when they needed to be - and he assumed they needed to be if they were kicking in. A disturbance. With a great sniff Kethyr smelled the danger seeping off of he who hid in the trees.
Annoying, as they were talking music. He'd argue that Eurydice and himself were having a grand old time.
Another disturbance not far off, in the opposite direction. Kethyr growled. There were two things, they were being surrounded. He flicked his gaze back to Eurydice. Was this a plan of hers?
A faint Hello called through the trees. Kethyr remain frozen, listening to two different directions to the best of his ability. He wasn't bad at it, as it turned out. It seemed someone out there was lost, and it sounded like they bumbled through the trees and along their way.
"The Cursed Wood isn't safe," Kethyr said to Eurydice, pointing with his tail in the general direction of Lewis before sweeping it wide and thumping it on the leaves. There was a loud crack as his joints began to reform.
Annoying, as they were talking music. He'd argue that Eurydice and himself were having a grand old time.
Another disturbance not far off, in the opposite direction. Kethyr growled. There were two things, they were being surrounded. He flicked his gaze back to Eurydice. Was this a plan of hers?
A faint Hello called through the trees. Kethyr remain frozen, listening to two different directions to the best of his ability. He wasn't bad at it, as it turned out. It seemed someone out there was lost, and it sounded like they bumbled through the trees and along their way.
"The Cursed Wood isn't safe," Kethyr said to Eurydice, pointing with his tail in the general direction of Lewis before sweeping it wide and thumping it on the leaves. There was a loud crack as his joints began to reform.
Lewis observes carefully as Kethyr's ears twitch, the subconscious movements of the creature signifying that it sensed something. He freezes as he himself hears a "Hello," but the voice lumbers off in the opposite direction, something of no concern to him, at least for now.
As for now, it seemed that he had been discovered, judging by the sudden transformation of the werewolf as it decides to turn back. Surely, he wasn't doing that for nothing, and he sure wasn't going to bet on the fact that the two out there were now fighting.
He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck as he sets the bow on the ground, withdrawing the entrenchment tool that he was going to use to hopefully recover his next selection of weaponry.
He steps out into the clearing, shovel held in one hand, the blade pointed down at the ground. He pauses for a moment before he dispels his obscuration magic, the shadows quickly receding from his figure, revealing a six-foot-three figure dressed in full body armor. On closer inspection, one could see perhaps hundreds of small, white lines about an inch long running along the upper body of the suit. It was a menacing sight, for sure.
The moment is probably lost when the figure raises a fist to his obscured mouth, coughs lightly, and then says monotonely, "Forgive me for the interruption. I believe you two are standing over something of mine, I would like to recover it."
He stares intently at either figure, getting a closer look at each detail of the two. The dark didn't seem to have any effect on his vision, although it was hard to tell from behind a blank mask.
As for now, it seemed that he had been discovered, judging by the sudden transformation of the werewolf as it decides to turn back. Surely, he wasn't doing that for nothing, and he sure wasn't going to bet on the fact that the two out there were now fighting.
He rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck as he sets the bow on the ground, withdrawing the entrenchment tool that he was going to use to hopefully recover his next selection of weaponry.
He steps out into the clearing, shovel held in one hand, the blade pointed down at the ground. He pauses for a moment before he dispels his obscuration magic, the shadows quickly receding from his figure, revealing a six-foot-three figure dressed in full body armor. On closer inspection, one could see perhaps hundreds of small, white lines about an inch long running along the upper body of the suit. It was a menacing sight, for sure.
The moment is probably lost when the figure raises a fist to his obscured mouth, coughs lightly, and then says monotonely, "Forgive me for the interruption. I believe you two are standing over something of mine, I would like to recover it."
He stares intently at either figure, getting a closer look at each detail of the two. The dark didn't seem to have any effect on his vision, although it was hard to tell from behind a blank mask.
Eurydice was distracted from their conversation, noting the signals Kethyr was giving her. And, from the all-so-familiar shadows a figure emerged, so obscured by a full wear of armor that she couldn't even assume this man was human or not. Unlike Kethyr, this figure gave her discomfort, despite his humanoid appearance there was something that just felt off about him. More a gut feeling than anything supernatural. That, and he was in full armor and seemed to be carrying a number of armaments on his person.
"Sure, luv," she said with a soft chuckle, and motioning with a tilt of her head for Kethyr to move away from that spot she positioned herself so as to be the first in line should anything turn foul. She may have loved action, she didn't love needless violence. She tilted her head and noted the bow on the ground as she moved away and tried to make an attempt at small talk, "Ah, a compound bow, mate? Faaancy, don't see that often. A bit cumbersome though up close, got any favorite-"
She makes the familiarly comical hand motions of guns making the iconic "bang, bang" as she continued to move out of his way.
"Sure, luv," she said with a soft chuckle, and motioning with a tilt of her head for Kethyr to move away from that spot she positioned herself so as to be the first in line should anything turn foul. She may have loved action, she didn't love needless violence. She tilted her head and noted the bow on the ground as she moved away and tried to make an attempt at small talk, "Ah, a compound bow, mate? Faaancy, don't see that often. A bit cumbersome though up close, got any favorite-"
She makes the familiarly comical hand motions of guns making the iconic "bang, bang" as she continued to move out of his way.
Keeping his eyes trained on Lewis, Kethyr backed up to clear the spot. He suppressed the growl forming in his throat. This guy was arming himself to the teeth & reeked of magic. Not a vampire, that much was certain.
A hunter nonetheless. What was he hunting? Kethyr glanced at Eurydice for a moment before continuing to watch Lewis's every move.
A hunter nonetheless. What was he hunting? Kethyr glanced at Eurydice for a moment before continuing to watch Lewis's every move.
Lewis, or rather, the Judge, a mindset he quickly forces himself into, doesn't respond for a moment, standing still as the two back away. These aren't people, just filth. Still. Best play nice. He steps forward, putting both of his hands on his shovel. "Don't speak to me." He eyes the werewolf for a moment before beginning to dig, then stops, standing back up to face Kethyr. He pauses for a moment, then unbuckles his weapons belt and drops it on the ground, throwing down the throwing knives, machete and axe, then looks back up at the werewolf. "Happy? Back off. I don't want to fuck with you right now."
He leans forward again and begins to dig again, quickly uncovering a large metal box, which he grabs by the handle and pulls fully out of the earth. It was heavily similar to a rifle case, but much wider. He considers opening it for a moment, then kneels down and grabs his belt off the ground.
"Thanks. Bye."
And with that, only pausing to grab his bow off the ground, he walks away, into the shadows once more, obscuring himself as he does so.
He leans forward again and begins to dig again, quickly uncovering a large metal box, which he grabs by the handle and pulls fully out of the earth. It was heavily similar to a rifle case, but much wider. He considers opening it for a moment, then kneels down and grabs his belt off the ground.
"Thanks. Bye."
And with that, only pausing to grab his bow off the ground, he walks away, into the shadows once more, obscuring himself as he does so.
"Reaaaaal bundle of sunshine, that bloke," Eurydice said as the man walked away, in an effort to cut the tension. Even through the body armor, it didn't take an expert to sense the level of disdain the guy let out, but since he didn't engage, there was no reason she should either. That was a lot of weapons though. She wondered if she should report on this or not. She casually slipped out her phone and began tapping at it silently, and was ready to take a picture when the guy once again vanished in the shadows. But of course he'd do that. She then dropped her demeanor, as a thought rushed through her mind. "You're right. The Cursed Wood isn't safe. He's arming up for something."
"Chaos reigns here," Kethyr said without taking his eyes off of the receding Lewis, until he was gone. He cracked his neck as it de-elongated. Half human, half wolf, his eyes shifted from darkness and back to lighter reddish. Thankfully his ability to see in the dark didn't just disappear with the wolf.
"I don't want to get caught in any crossfire. Hopefully he hasn't riled up the Detente," Kethyr looked to Eurydice and shrugged, then shook his body as his spine straightened back to human, shaking his tail as it started to shrink back into a bone.
"Sorry, uh," man, it had been a while since Kethyr had felt embarrassment. He had gotten over being ashamed to be a werewolf a while ago. Something about transforming back into a human in front of a beautiful... what was she? Anyway, it was borderline emasculating.
"There's a town. They're not too into our...type... but um," One of his ears flapped rigorously as it shrunk into a human one, "They're cool if we're cool." C'mon other ear, get on with it!
His other ear did not get on with it.
It was then Kethyr realized he was about to be pretty darn naked. Crap. Oh crap. In an awkward flash he reached down and picked up a fallen branch with hairy hands, attempting to be modest and nonchalant at the same time. Was it working ? He hoped so, despite having two different ears from two different beasts.
"I don't want to get caught in any crossfire. Hopefully he hasn't riled up the Detente," Kethyr looked to Eurydice and shrugged, then shook his body as his spine straightened back to human, shaking his tail as it started to shrink back into a bone.
"Sorry, uh," man, it had been a while since Kethyr had felt embarrassment. He had gotten over being ashamed to be a werewolf a while ago. Something about transforming back into a human in front of a beautiful... what was she? Anyway, it was borderline emasculating.
"There's a town. They're not too into our...type... but um," One of his ears flapped rigorously as it shrunk into a human one, "They're cool if we're cool." C'mon other ear, get on with it!
His other ear did not get on with it.
It was then Kethyr realized he was about to be pretty darn naked. Crap. Oh crap. In an awkward flash he reached down and picked up a fallen branch with hairy hands, attempting to be modest and nonchalant at the same time. Was it working ? He hoped so, despite having two different ears from two different beasts.
Ulrich Paternosta smelled the dogs, but had bigger fish to fry. So long as they didn't fuck with him, he wasn't gonna be fuckin' with them.
"Hey!" Ulrich barked through the trees, clipping from one shadow of a tree to a distant other with supernatural speed.
Where was this bugger? Mr. Show-All-On-Up-An'-Drop-'em-Threats-'s-If-There-Waren't-Nun-Treaties-An'-'s-If-Their-Kind-Waren't-Abou'-Ter-Git-Justice. He haad delegated the transport of Zosimos to someone else so he could handle this but he'd be damned if he missed the actual trial. He'd be damned!
"Hey!" Ulrich barked through the trees, clipping from one shadow of a tree to a distant other with supernatural speed.
Where was this bugger? Mr. Show-All-On-Up-An'-Drop-'em-Threats-'s-If-There-Waren't-Nun-Treaties-An'-'s-If-Their-Kind-Waren't-Abou'-Ter-Git-Justice. He haad delegated the transport of Zosimos to someone else so he could handle this but he'd be damned if he missed the actual trial. He'd be damned!
Lewis is loading an AK-platform rifle when he hears the "Hey!"
He stops for a moment, then continues, grabbing a few more magazines out of the case, adding them to the pockets strewn about his armored body, throwing the rifle over his shoulder, where it rests against his back.
He wasn't expecting to deal with this so soon, but nothing really ever went to plan out here beyond what he forced to happen. Oh well. He sees the character flit through the shadows, unsure if the movement was supernatural or natural, but the guy seemed to be heading in the right direction, directly towards him.
He steps behind a tree, withdrawing a large knife from his sheathe, a blackened blade edged in silver, and then, as Ulrich speeds past, reaches out an arm to shove the vampire, gripping onto his arm. He pulls himself in close, both throwing his considerable weight on top of the creature and thrusting the blade towards his chest with incredible strength, trying to force him down to the ground.
"I can see you missed me." he says, his voice dull and emotionless, as he attempts to gut Ulrich.
He stops for a moment, then continues, grabbing a few more magazines out of the case, adding them to the pockets strewn about his armored body, throwing the rifle over his shoulder, where it rests against his back.
He wasn't expecting to deal with this so soon, but nothing really ever went to plan out here beyond what he forced to happen. Oh well. He sees the character flit through the shadows, unsure if the movement was supernatural or natural, but the guy seemed to be heading in the right direction, directly towards him.
He steps behind a tree, withdrawing a large knife from his sheathe, a blackened blade edged in silver, and then, as Ulrich speeds past, reaches out an arm to shove the vampire, gripping onto his arm. He pulls himself in close, both throwing his considerable weight on top of the creature and thrusting the blade towards his chest with incredible strength, trying to force him down to the ground.
"I can see you missed me." he says, his voice dull and emotionless, as he attempts to gut Ulrich.
The Cursed Wood was heating up, and Kethyr wanted none of it. He heard the echo of the vampire as he called out. No, there was no reason to get caught up in whatever mess was forming here. Kethyr backed towards the tree line, dropping his modesty in his urgency.
Not too far through the trees was a path - and it reeked of Vampire. Kethyr motioned to Eurydice and took off running down the path in the opposite direction of where Ulrich marched. The werewolf - still with the dang ear - head deeper in the Cursed Wood towards the Accursed Gate.
Ulrich broke off from the path and clipped through the trees, felt the grip on his arm, and his pupils widened beyond the limit of his iris. His eyes washed black and everything took to slow motion.
Lewis was heavier than he looked. As the two tumbled to the ground, Ulrich wedged an arm between himself and Lewis - his elbow landing in the crease of his shoulder with his forearm barring the damn foolish mortal across the chest. With that small bit of distance Ulrich was allowed the opportunity to knee up and deflect the knife, knocking his upper shin forcefully into Lewis's wrist in an attempt to bend his own arm back on himself.
"Gerdamnit yeh damnable-" Ulrich grunted and gave Lewis a forceful push from the ground where he had landed on his back, aiming to send Lewis flying with his supernatural strength.
"A silver knnnnnife!?" He growled with the shove, "I'm armored ya dingbat!" Ulrich did a barrel roll and clipped into the shadows of the nearest tree. What in the fresh frickadoodledoo was going on? Was this about-
"This 'bout dat damned Zosimos?"
Not too far through the trees was a path - and it reeked of Vampire. Kethyr motioned to Eurydice and took off running down the path in the opposite direction of where Ulrich marched. The werewolf - still with the dang ear - head deeper in the Cursed Wood towards the Accursed Gate.
Ulrich broke off from the path and clipped through the trees, felt the grip on his arm, and his pupils widened beyond the limit of his iris. His eyes washed black and everything took to slow motion.
Lewis was heavier than he looked. As the two tumbled to the ground, Ulrich wedged an arm between himself and Lewis - his elbow landing in the crease of his shoulder with his forearm barring the damn foolish mortal across the chest. With that small bit of distance Ulrich was allowed the opportunity to knee up and deflect the knife, knocking his upper shin forcefully into Lewis's wrist in an attempt to bend his own arm back on himself.
"Gerdamnit yeh damnable-" Ulrich grunted and gave Lewis a forceful push from the ground where he had landed on his back, aiming to send Lewis flying with his supernatural strength.
"A silver knnnnnife!?" He growled with the shove, "I'm armored ya dingbat!" Ulrich did a barrel roll and clipped into the shadows of the nearest tree. What in the fresh frickadoodledoo was going on? Was this about-
"This 'bout dat damned Zosimos?"
Lewis stumbles back one or two steps before catching himself and planting his feet, his armored body preventing his weight from being thrown around too far. Aikido, too, seemed to have been a useful venture. Armored. He tosses the knife up, having been able to hold onto it for the most part, then catches it by the blade and flicks it with incredible force into the shadows he saw Ulrich recede into, not waiting to hear a thump before quickly drawing a handgun from a holster in his thigh, a weathered 1911, the bullets hand-made by himself to have silver cores. "Quit talking."
He readies himself into the weaver stance, then reaches down with his left hand to grab the hatchet from his belt, holding himself at a ready stance. "Get out here."
He readies himself into the weaver stance, then reaches down with his left hand to grab the hatchet from his belt, holding himself at a ready stance. "Get out here."