Setting
The Butchers Teeth lies just beyond the entrance to The Maw, it is a perilous and deathly set of cliffs lined by sharp and jagged rocks, stained red from the blood of those who have fallen to their deaths.
The Butcher's Teeth
The Butchers Teeth lies just beyond the entrance to The Maw, it is a perilous and deathly set of cliffs lined by sharp and jagged rocks, stained red from the blood of those who have fallen to their deaths.
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The Butcher's Teeth is a part of 
The Wastelands.
1 Places in The Butcher's Teeth:
38 Characters Here
Clay [37]
Nathan Constantine [35] A demon banisher.
Alec Braden [35]
Kaimana [10] Something much more than she seems.
Keaira [8] Dark, and cruel, and generally a not very nice person. Described by many as intimidating, heartless, emotionless, lacking morals, insulting, demeaning, and a complete jerk overall.
Kyle Robertson [8]
Liam Terry [8] The Orange Ace
Shakarr [5]
Anja O'Connor [3] A History major with a fascination (bordering on obsession) with her emphasis. The Holocaust has become more than just a historical tragedy to Anja. It has become her life. (DECEASED)
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Melanthe Gwenivere was standing looking over the cliffs. Jagged as they were, she showed no signs of fearing them. Rather, in one hand, was a book of some kind, and in her other, a suitcase.
Her dress was different this time, it was still black as usual, but it was sleeveless.
Her dress was different this time, it was still black as usual, but it was sleeveless.
Rick Mave got off his bike as he pulled into The Butcher's teeth. Placing his helmet onto the bike and tucking his keys into his pocket Rick walked around looking for Melanthe. He noted she had a habit for calling him out to potentially dangerous places, he wondered why that was. Soon he spotted her and made his way over to her. "Hey," He said as he reached her. "You wanted me?"
Melanthe Gwenivere answered distantly.
She turned to face him and approached him, pushing the book up to him.
I am fine. Do not fret over my physical condition.
She turned to face him and approached him, pushing the book up to him.
I found this in mny basement. I figured you might want it.
"I wasn't talking about your physical condition..." Rick muttered as he took the book. "What is this?"
Melanthe Gwenivere asked a question.
She completely disregarded the question on the book. It's cover and size seemed to imply a really old diary.
What were you worrying about then?
She completely disregarded the question on the book. It's cover and size seemed to imply a really old diary.
"Well you seem a bit, distant, is something bothering you?" Rick said as he looked up from the cover of the pressumed diary.
Melanthe Gwenivere answered.
...I want to say no...but I figure I should be honest here...
I've been feeling rather listless lately. I really cannot explain why. It's hard to sleep, I'm not really eating anything...
Melanthe Gwenivere answered.
I saw my doctor...he says there is nothing wrong with me...so I'm not sick...I don't think...
...my sister said it might have had something to do with you, so that is why I wanted you to come here...
"Me?" Rick asked surprised. "I dont see what effect I possibly could have had... but whatever it is we should try to resolve it...I'd hate to see you like this for a prolonged period of time."
Rick had an idea of what might have been causing the problem but he knew it was not a good idea to bring it up. "Yes well...I'm sorry but I don't know but you can't stay like this, it's not healthy."
Melanthe Gwenivere seemed dejected now.
She turned to look back over the cliffs again.
Well we cannot fix it if we don't know the problem...
She turned to look back over the cliffs again.
Rick didn't like how she looked over the cliffs. "Right...well come on lets get out of here, I'll treat you to something to eat."
Melanthe Gwenivere shrugged.
She walked over to him.
I'm not hungry though...but I guess I won't pass a generous offer...
She walked over to him.
Rick was grateful to see her away from the cliffs. "Alright," He smiled. "Is there any place you like?"
"Well um how about I just take you to your home and make something?" Rick suggested as he made his way back to his bike. "It seems like that would be the best option."\
Melanthe Gwenivere answered quietly.
She looked at the bike however.
Okay. That will do.
She looked at the bike however.
I take it this is yours, right?
"Yeah." Rick nodded as he took his seat on it an dbegan to put on his helmet. "I don't take it out too often but I do enjoy riding around on it."
Melanthe Gwenivere climbed on behind him.
Do you have an extra helmet then? Or do I need to brave it?
"I have a spare here." Rick said as he pulled one out of a pack attached to the rear of the bike. "Safety first you know." He smield as he handed it to her.