Post by Anthony on Sept 10, 2009 15:47:48 GMT -5
(OOC: Just got a lot of muse from out of the blue *Blames Michael Jackson's 'Thriller'.* Feel free to join in don't kill Seth especially since this a a full moon thread.)
The foul moon shown brightly over the canopy of the dark forest outside FFU. It rays where felt most clearly by the creature that called the forest their home. and most of all by Seth Reiley. The resident werewolf. Seth had finally conceded to his other half... well sort of. He had sort of made a deal with the beast there only two rules he wanted followed. One, kill nothing outside of the forest and two obey Fenrir. The second request was actually harder to follow than the first.
At the moment Seth was at his strongest. physically. Inhuman strength, and senses not to mention the drop-dead beasty physique (queue laughter). He was feeling great with no real reason why. Maybe it was because of the potion that the wizard Seth had brewing. in Marc's old den. Marc was gone so why let his den go to waste. His wizard self had been looking at an old Potion book he had gotten from the Triangle Tunnel. The potion was the first sign of trust Seth had ever shown this half.
The potion would last a whole 12 hours and only worked on Werewolves. Lets just say that Seth wasn't going to need a costume, and he would be winning a prize for most realistic werewolf.
So anyway Mr. Happy Wolf, a title that usually belonged to Orca, Stalked around the woods looking for a celebratory snack. That when he saw a healthy looking buck not too far off. He was down wind and it had yet to notice him but it was in clear eye-sight so he got low and Stalked closer. Suddenly another, more enticing smell wafted down from a tree above him. He looked up, and couldn't believe his luck.
There was a human sitting in the tree with a gun pointed at the deer. There was a muggle hunter in the woods... Why had Fenrir not taken care of him already. The man obviously had had time to set up, and he was sure it was a muggle because well, wizards don't use guns. Maybe it was a test or a reward? He didn't know maybe it was just dumb luck. Either way the facts sank in rather quickly and a decision was made. This human would meet his end in Fenrir's woods and the deer would be saved.
He wanted to do both at once, doom the hunter and same the deer. So he got up close to the Tree as silently as he could, took a deep breath and let out in a loud, high-pitched howl. The sound was so sudden, and so loud that it startled both animals The deer didn't even look up it just darted. as if it was being chased and the human was startled so bad that he fell back out of the tree, dropping the gun. The gun fell butt firs on the ground and went off with a loud CRACK! It shot harmlessly into the sky just as the human fell on the ground at the feet of his death.
The man landed on his back and was looking up into the cold golden eyes of his soon to be killer. He Tried to scream, but found that extremely hard to do with the powerful jaws of a werewolf crushing his wind pipe. He felt the piercing pain of Seth's Teeth. and the agonizing pressure being exerted on his throat and then the warmth of his own blood beginning to run from the wound. But the pain suddenly changed. Placing a clawed Palm on his chest Seth pulled up and ripped out the man's throat.
The wound bled openly he felt his body getting colder and his eyes getting heavier soon the man was dead. Seth stepped over the body and let out another loud piercing howl of victory. He, the werewolf of Fenrir's woods was victorious.
The foul moon shown brightly over the canopy of the dark forest outside FFU. It rays where felt most clearly by the creature that called the forest their home. and most of all by Seth Reiley. The resident werewolf. Seth had finally conceded to his other half... well sort of. He had sort of made a deal with the beast there only two rules he wanted followed. One, kill nothing outside of the forest and two obey Fenrir. The second request was actually harder to follow than the first.
At the moment Seth was at his strongest. physically. Inhuman strength, and senses not to mention the drop-dead beasty physique (queue laughter). He was feeling great with no real reason why. Maybe it was because of the potion that the wizard Seth had brewing. in Marc's old den. Marc was gone so why let his den go to waste. His wizard self had been looking at an old Potion book he had gotten from the Triangle Tunnel. The potion was the first sign of trust Seth had ever shown this half.
The potion would last a whole 12 hours and only worked on Werewolves. Lets just say that Seth wasn't going to need a costume, and he would be winning a prize for most realistic werewolf.
So anyway Mr. Happy Wolf, a title that usually belonged to Orca, Stalked around the woods looking for a celebratory snack. That when he saw a healthy looking buck not too far off. He was down wind and it had yet to notice him but it was in clear eye-sight so he got low and Stalked closer. Suddenly another, more enticing smell wafted down from a tree above him. He looked up, and couldn't believe his luck.
There was a human sitting in the tree with a gun pointed at the deer. There was a muggle hunter in the woods... Why had Fenrir not taken care of him already. The man obviously had had time to set up, and he was sure it was a muggle because well, wizards don't use guns. Maybe it was a test or a reward? He didn't know maybe it was just dumb luck. Either way the facts sank in rather quickly and a decision was made. This human would meet his end in Fenrir's woods and the deer would be saved.
He wanted to do both at once, doom the hunter and same the deer. So he got up close to the Tree as silently as he could, took a deep breath and let out in a loud, high-pitched howl. The sound was so sudden, and so loud that it startled both animals The deer didn't even look up it just darted. as if it was being chased and the human was startled so bad that he fell back out of the tree, dropping the gun. The gun fell butt firs on the ground and went off with a loud CRACK! It shot harmlessly into the sky just as the human fell on the ground at the feet of his death.
The man landed on his back and was looking up into the cold golden eyes of his soon to be killer. He Tried to scream, but found that extremely hard to do with the powerful jaws of a werewolf crushing his wind pipe. He felt the piercing pain of Seth's Teeth. and the agonizing pressure being exerted on his throat and then the warmth of his own blood beginning to run from the wound. But the pain suddenly changed. Placing a clawed Palm on his chest Seth pulled up and ripped out the man's throat.
The wound bled openly he felt his body getting colder and his eyes getting heavier soon the man was dead. Seth stepped over the body and let out another loud piercing howl of victory. He, the werewolf of Fenrir's woods was victorious.