Post by Anthony on Sept 14, 2009 13:38:10 GMT -5
(ooc: open to anyone)
Screw Fenris Fenrir. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh yeah, lord of the forest. Seth only needed that forest for one thing. To hide his monstrous hide on the full moon; in a period of thirty day he only needed the forest a maximum of two days. The rest of the time he was a wizard.
Yes he had made mistakes, big ones but running and hiding from everyone was a horrible way to deal with the problem, and stay human. The more time he spent in the forest the closer to insanity he got. Fenrir’s orders still rang in the back of his mind. He was Suppose to be bound to the forest because he had screwed up. The more he thought about it the more he realized he was being stupid. He was a monster 13 out of 365 days. And it was only then that he really had to put up with Fenrir’s crap.
If Fenrir wanted to drag him back in the forest so bad then let him try. He was tried of being feared. He wanted to belong to the wizarding community where he belonged. He didn’t need Talon. As far as he knew the church could care less about him. If they cared they would have stopped him and not Fenrir. What was Fenrir so afraid of? Why would he care whether he was dragged away by those blasted zealots. He would have been gone and Fenrir would have had nothing to fear. The blame wouldn’t have been thrown on the lycans it was a werewolf doing the damage. He wasn’t part of his bloody pack he had no ties to the great lycan other than needing to use his home as sanctuary once a month.
He walked down the street of Drakborough; lost in his thoughts. If Fenrir really wanted him to stay put then he would have to drag him out of town in front of a lot of people. He wondered if he could get a job in town. I mean he didn’t need anything big just something so that he could afford food and pay rent at a room at a nearby inn.
He saw the jokers bar and decided to go in and think things through. He walked in and sat at a table all he had was a galleon on him and he couldn’t wait to ask for change he wondered if it would catch on when he asked who ever served him that he wanted no silver coins.
Screw Fenris Fenrir. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh yeah, lord of the forest. Seth only needed that forest for one thing. To hide his monstrous hide on the full moon; in a period of thirty day he only needed the forest a maximum of two days. The rest of the time he was a wizard.
Yes he had made mistakes, big ones but running and hiding from everyone was a horrible way to deal with the problem, and stay human. The more time he spent in the forest the closer to insanity he got. Fenrir’s orders still rang in the back of his mind. He was Suppose to be bound to the forest because he had screwed up. The more he thought about it the more he realized he was being stupid. He was a monster 13 out of 365 days. And it was only then that he really had to put up with Fenrir’s crap.
If Fenrir wanted to drag him back in the forest so bad then let him try. He was tried of being feared. He wanted to belong to the wizarding community where he belonged. He didn’t need Talon. As far as he knew the church could care less about him. If they cared they would have stopped him and not Fenrir. What was Fenrir so afraid of? Why would he care whether he was dragged away by those blasted zealots. He would have been gone and Fenrir would have had nothing to fear. The blame wouldn’t have been thrown on the lycans it was a werewolf doing the damage. He wasn’t part of his bloody pack he had no ties to the great lycan other than needing to use his home as sanctuary once a month.
He walked down the street of Drakborough; lost in his thoughts. If Fenrir really wanted him to stay put then he would have to drag him out of town in front of a lot of people. He wondered if he could get a job in town. I mean he didn’t need anything big just something so that he could afford food and pay rent at a room at a nearby inn.
He saw the jokers bar and decided to go in and think things through. He walked in and sat at a table all he had was a galleon on him and he couldn’t wait to ask for change he wondered if it would catch on when he asked who ever served him that he wanted no silver coins.