Post by The Forest Cabin on Jul 10, 2009 18:33:35 GMT -5
Near to the deepest limbs of the forest appeared a house. It was a modest one story house. It had a cloud colored white pickett fence. Encompassed in this fence was a garden full of many assortments of flowers: Amarylis, Aster, Hyacinth, and Petunia There was a pathway which led up to the brilliantly crafted oak door. Looking upon the house it was made of a golden red brick. It's windows were decorated with extraordinary white silk curtains embroidered with a simple, yet stylish, golden yellow rose design. In the back yard resided a willow tree. With yellow flowers which gently rained from the tree every so often, decorating the ground with with a lovely yellow cover. This house was uninhabited by creature or beast. And so now it stands...quiet...serene
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 11, 2009 21:33:07 GMT -5
A 20 year old white haired man raced through the air on his broomstick. He loved the air racing through his hair the wind whipping at his muggle clothes. Leseur hadn't flown on a broom stick in what felt like eternity. He laughed as he flew. He hadn't been this happy in ages.
Leseur knew the forest below him held very dangerous Lycans, lycans that he hoped wouldn't be in a mood to tear his limbs off on sight, and more in the mood to listen to words of reason. Leseur looked down on a clearing in the forest where a modest house stood.
The young Frenchman directed his broom toward the house and he took a smooth turn and slowed his decent. He landed on the roof of the house and layed his broom stick down and sat next to it. he wanted to enjoy the day and gather his nerves before he had to deal with the forest's inhabitants. There was a good chance they would try to kill him outright. If they did he had his broom ready to take off.
The man had not come to harm any Lycan, just to find solitude, an escape. If the Lycans denied him he would leave. If they accepted him, he would do his best to make sure he did not cause problems.
He sat and waited to be judged by whomever came along.
Last Edit: Jul 12, 2009 1:30:40 GMT -5 by Leseur Follet
It was one of those picture perfect days in the woods. Birds merely chirping, animals bustling about in a Disney-esque fashion and the Sun's reflection through the canopy of trees created a dazzling pattern of shadows beneath it. Needless to say it was one of those rare days when Fenrir thought he might be able to find peace and quiet. The large wolf was dozing in a sunbeam when movement caused his single ear to twitch suddenly. There was someone out there and judging by their scent it wasn't one of his own.
It was a man.
As the hackles on the back of his neck rose, Fenrir growled angrily and began racing through the underbrush toward the origin of the smell. He was covering the distance in leaps in bounds, the scent becoming stronger all the while, but he slid to a halt when he neared the edge of the tree line. There was a human construct in his home. Of all things, someone had the balls to build a home within his home: did they forget him so quickly that he would simply let this slip his attention? Well they were wrong and Fenris' single eye glowered at the man outside of the cabin.
With a bark, the wolf, which was 8 feet tall from shoulder to paw, broke from his cover in the underbrush and raced toward the human like lightening. Jumping into the air, it appeared that the wolf was going to pounce onto the human but in the blink of an eye there was a dark-haired man instead of a wolf. And that man landed a sturdy kick into the human's chest. Grabbing the man before he had a chance to recover, the lycan roared angrily as he ran with the man in front of him.
Unfortunately for this one, the tree that Fenris had smashed him into had low branches and one such branch could be seen protruding from his side. Invigorated by the sight of blood and flesh, Fenrir was about to snap the man's neck and consume him right there...but a new, more practical idea came into his head: one that made the lycan grin wickedly. Speaking for the first time in his heavy Welsh accent, Fenris Fenrir said, "Tell me, do ya fear death? Are ye afraid of the dark crushin' oblivion that awaits ya when yer time runs up and there is no where left ta run?"
"I can spare ya that fate. Serve me, become a part of mae pack, and not only shall Death be turned away from ya but ya'll run free and never answer ta another human again! The world can be yer oyster, starting with this Woods and spreadin' out. All ya have ta do," said Fenris Fenrir with his lone eye glittering with madness, "is tell me that ya want ta be saved."
"Say those words ta me, and I'll spare ya."
ooc: As Fenrir is now apparently a rump raider, I figured I'd play that aspect up to amuse people. And sorry about the post Leseur, but if it's fast it usually runs smoother.
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 15, 2009 18:22:21 GMT -5
(OOC: No prob) "Monsieur Fenreer?" The frenchmans eyes were covered in fear as he bled out from his side. "Pleese don't keel mee Monsieur!? I weel serve you well" The frenchmans head started to droop as he was beginning to pass out from blood loss. "Save me.... Monsieur"
Last Edit: Jul 15, 2009 18:32:36 GMT -5 by Leseur Follet
Those were the only words to leave Fenris' mouth before he lunged forward and bit Leseur, at the base of the neck where it meets the shoulder. This sensation wasn't the sensual, erotic feeling that is usually associated with vampires but it was painful, purposefully so in order to drive home the fact that after this point the man would have to grow stronger from this experience.
And the dark-haired lycan was being overly aggressive this time because he hadn't shifted forms, and having human teeth sink into one's flesh took longer and was more painful. Blood spurted from the wound as Fenrir bit down harder until he felt bone and he knew it was time. Inside of his mouth his salivatory glands began working over-time and his saliva mixed into the human's bone and disrupted blood stream. It felt much longer than it actually was, amid the snarling, the barking, and the pain, but Fenris had accomplished the deed and he pulled Leseur off of the tree branch.
Practically spitting him out of his mouth, the older lycan backed off and hurled the man to the ground. His first transformation could occur at any moment and Fenrir needed to be prepared if things went south. "Rise, son of the Woods, and show me what yer made of. Even with mae blessing, ya will die if ya dinnae change forms. Embrace what ya have become, shed yer weaker shell, and show me the predator within ya."
Post by Leseur Follet on Jul 16, 2009 14:07:45 GMT -5
With loud crunching came a new creature. His bones detached themselves and reformed into Leseurs wolven form
The wolf was a brilliant creamy white. The wolf lie still for a moment. Then he slowly stirred and started to rise up to his feet stumbling a little. He was getting used to his new body. Leseur felt his senses highten his mind moved more instinctually and quickly. He was bigger than most wolves, being bitten by the lord himself, but wouldn't be able to rival any others in combat. Not yet atleast. As Leseur got to a full wolven stance he Howled loudly thanking his new lord, Fenrir. Then just as swiftly as he had turned the wolf turned back to his human form. The man's blood was not so potent with wolf blood that he could maintain the form long or even change again for now. Leseur lay on the ground while the wound on his side began to heal. "Lord Fenrir I owe you my life." Leseur panted out.
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