Post by Fenrir on Apr 3, 2006 22:30:00 GMT -5
So he pledged his services to a master for so long a time it seemed like that it occured once upon a dream. But it had happened and at first, he had no greater joy than to wreck havoc and destruction upon weak humans; now he had found a true calling and needed to abandon Azrael to pursue it. And that was why he was leading another that he had pledged his temporary services, Talon Windwaltz, with the hopes that the headmaster would be able to accomplish what he promised; Fenrir's freedom. And if neither side could reach an agreement or if both denied Fenrir his freedom, then there would be two new additions to the Crypt; minus graves of course.
However, that was not all that Fenrir was bringing to the crypt that night; 13 bodies were in his tow. Upon his wolven back lie 6 bodies and the rest were being dragged behind him, for he attached them with ropes before setting out on the journey. But the 13th corpse dangled from the wolf's jaw; it's rotten flesh creating such a rancid scent but a meal was a meal to Fenrir. And he needed to feast upon flesh of something after the injury he sustained to gain Windwaltz's trust in order to have the material to heal faster.
So Fenris Fenrir had only brought 12 corpses to the Crypt, but that was all that Azrael had wanted him to bring to this hallowed place of the Departed. How he would react when he saw his former friend in Fenrir's tow, it didn't matter to the colossal lycan; what mattered was that he did this final act for Azrael and pray that Talon set him free. Pushing open the door to the Crypt with his stalwart shoulders, Fenrir made his way toward one particular mausoleum with a crying angel in front of it. In the angel's arms was wrapped a bundle that symbolized lost hope and destiny; that Death conquered all in the end.
All that and more is what Azrael wanted to achieve; so it made sense that this certain spot would be their meeting place. Shrugging off the bodies on his mighty back, and slinging those that he dragged behind him onto the pile, Fenrir sat on his hunches and howled out his arrival.
'Azrael, the Angelus Morti and he that controls those long gone, I have returned with those corpses that you desired. 12 corpses; all of them intact. But that is not all that I have brought with me. I have brought...a guest.'bg
However, that was not all that Fenrir was bringing to the crypt that night; 13 bodies were in his tow. Upon his wolven back lie 6 bodies and the rest were being dragged behind him, for he attached them with ropes before setting out on the journey. But the 13th corpse dangled from the wolf's jaw; it's rotten flesh creating such a rancid scent but a meal was a meal to Fenrir. And he needed to feast upon flesh of something after the injury he sustained to gain Windwaltz's trust in order to have the material to heal faster.
So Fenris Fenrir had only brought 12 corpses to the Crypt, but that was all that Azrael had wanted him to bring to this hallowed place of the Departed. How he would react when he saw his former friend in Fenrir's tow, it didn't matter to the colossal lycan; what mattered was that he did this final act for Azrael and pray that Talon set him free. Pushing open the door to the Crypt with his stalwart shoulders, Fenrir made his way toward one particular mausoleum with a crying angel in front of it. In the angel's arms was wrapped a bundle that symbolized lost hope and destiny; that Death conquered all in the end.
All that and more is what Azrael wanted to achieve; so it made sense that this certain spot would be their meeting place. Shrugging off the bodies on his mighty back, and slinging those that he dragged behind him onto the pile, Fenrir sat on his hunches and howled out his arrival.
'Azrael, the Angelus Morti and he that controls those long gone, I have returned with those corpses that you desired. 12 corpses; all of them intact. But that is not all that I have brought with me. I have brought...a guest.'bg