Post by Aether Shardae on Jul 11, 2008 17:33:14 GMT -5
When yet another man came bounding up, the already shaken Aether felt ready to collapse. Sure, she felt she was taking everything really well, but talking wolves and this burly man commanding her to bow down to him was too much! Aether felt tears welling up in her eyes and streaming down in silence. Through she could only take in Fenris Fenrir's face and body with one eye, Aether Shardae knew she would die if he so much as flicked her.
Not really out of reverence, but out of fear, Aether fell to her knees and tried not to cringe as she felt a few twigs poke at her legs. She was so shaken up by the entire morning, and still so very starving that she had no idea what to do beside sit there until she saw Seth stand back up. Still kneeling, Aether mumbled, "I-- I'm... My name is... Ae-Aether Faline K-Ksenia Shardae." It sounded pathetic and hoarse, as her throat still twinged some from screaming so much.
Finally feeling she had enough energy in her reserves to stand, Aether made a shaky ascent back to her feet, but still felt as if she were swaying. Her blind eye was even more clouded with tears and looked close to being totally white, while her bright blue eye was fixed upon Fenris in amazement and a bit of terror; would he kill her? She hadn't been brought here by her will, so she didn't know what to do or say or anything.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Jul 11, 2008 18:13:27 GMT -5
Marc yelped as he was yanked from his feet. He feared for a moment it was a Hunter from the BFC, but soon realized He was in the hands of the man Ashelle and he had freed sometime ago. He listened to Mr. Fenrir's words with his tail tucked up under him. Seth's patronus hadn't made a dent in the young Lycan's resolve, but Mr. Fenrir's talk did. Once he was put down he trotted back to his old den, in hopes of convincing Mr. Fenrir that Seth did know he was boss . . . he just hadn't known where to find Mr Fenrir.
When Mr. Fenrir delivered his speech to Seth and the new girl Marc waited impatiently to say his piece, as things looked bleaker and bleaker. At last Mr. Fenrir finished and Marc could talk.
Excuse me please, Mr. Fenrir, sir, He began keeping his tail very low and his manner respectful. This is my friend Seth, he IS a werewolf and we were going to ask you some things about rules and things but we didn't know where to find you. There was news, sir, news that you were away helping to rule the wizarding compound somewhere. Seth has been my friend for a few moons now, we weren't intending to incur your wrath, sir. Please show us the mercy that the BFC would not. And Marc sunk to his belly and lowered his head as if intending to take a nap, this of course being a respectful posture.
Werewolves: so that's what these newcomers were. Well, it made sense and at least they would bolster the population of the Woods so Fenrir was slightly calmed. It was at the mention of Seth using the Woods as shelter from the outsiders during his change that caused Fenrir to snort upsetily. "Ya may use these woods for shelter, but in time ya must realize that ya can't keep running and hidding from what ya are. There is no cure in existence for werewolf and lycan alike, and ya must embrace what Nature has gifted ya with," said Fenrir in a slow manner, as if he was trying his hardest to remain calm but steer these pups into a better direction. "Ya must confront your fear: even if it means eliminating them. Those wizards and witches fear me like no other, and even they have the courage to enter mae woods in hopes of exterminating me. I think ya'll find that once you rid those that cause these fears, ya'll sleep easier and live a better life."
As for the little thing that was about to collapse where she stood, the Lycan Lord looked on her with a mixture of pity and grief. There wasn't much of a physical resemblence, but the emotional attachment from his first "daughter" still lingered. She too had been so fragile, so delicate in his arms when he whisked her out of harm's way and what thanks had he been given? Rejection: that's bloody well what he got, and once love for a child turned into pain. That child was slain at his own hand, and once more another stood before him. Blinking back the salty conveyers of sadness, the dark-haired lycanthrope muttered, "It is a pleasure, Aether" before turning his attention onto Mark.
The minute Marc had finished Fenrir stooped down, and peered down at the little lycan owlishly: his single eye blinking with thought. "Mercy?" scoffed Fenrir with a little bit of mirth in his deep voice, "Why should mercy been shown when in the future the objects of that mercy could turn against you? The BFC, monsters and demons that they are, are at least smart. They kill everything in their way so that none can take their revenge; and yet, you've gotten away and done nothing. Here ya are, grovelling before me like a spineless blob of jelly!"
Fenrir punched Marc on the right shoulder, not hard but hard enough so that he'd pay attention. "Ya've got to stop acting like this, Marc. Suck in your gut, stick out your chin and lift your head high! You're a lycan, so stop acting like a beaten cur and begin behaving like a wolf! For christsake, has Rainier been turning ya into a pansy these past moons? Well I'll have no lycan in mae woods in no such state, so ya listen now and ya listen good. I'll acknowledge these two werewolves, Seth and Aether, and let them wander free in mae Woods when they need it. There is one condition: ya let me train ya into a real wolf, and then ya avenge the deaths of your clan!"
Post by Marc Streampaw on Jul 13, 2008 13:31:17 GMT -5
Marc looked up confused. I haven't seen Miss Ashelle in quite a while . . . long before I met Seth. You don't allow her in the wood and anyway she didn't say anything my parents wouldn't have agreed with. She hadn't, had she. In fact The Streampaws would have been very proud of the restraint and patience Marc was showing . . . Wait a sec . . .
Hang on, just what are you trying to say, anyway? You think just because I was raised to be a law abiding wolf means I am not a wolf at all? Suddenly Marc was on his feet and growling. You better not be saying that! Don't you insult my family! We have survived more years than you ever will! Our line is strong, just because we learn from past mistakes doesn't make us un-wolf-like! Marc gave a menacing wolven bark.
Listen 'Mr. Prince of the Forest' Killing is not what matters most, revenge is not what matters most. The best way to beat the enemy isn't to harm them or their kin. An eye for an eye make the whole forest blind! The best way to get revenge is to live and live well! I wouldn't risk myself in a vain attempt at tracking down the ONE Hunter who killed my family. If I did that they would be right in hunting me down. For now THEY are in the wrong and that is how it will stay. As long as they are the evil ones, I have a chance. Marc stopped his growling and sitting down looked over his shoulder at Seth and the girl, then back at Fenrir.
However if it will save my friends I will go with you. I doubt you could teach me much -I can already bring down deer (mostly)- there is nothing much bigger than that, that could be eaten mostly in one sitting and is edible. Still friends are friends and it is important to keep friends close and, enemies even closer . . . . . . Not saying you are an enemy of course . . . that is just a saying of my family.
Marc added the last but he did so with aristocratic grace. It was clear he knew what he was, he just didn't really like showing the 'I am Lycan - holier than thou' attitude. Miss Ashelle had told him there was a time and place for keeping up appearances and a time for play . . . Marc seriously preferred play to any other 'times'. But even grandmother would have agreed, this was a time to show how a real Lycan -one from one of the old families- behaved.
Post by Aether Shardae on Jul 13, 2008 16:50:42 GMT -5
Aether struggled a nod at Fenris' words, grateful that he wouldn't kill her. Actually, it meant quite a lot to her that she was still alive at that moment. Sinking back to the ground just to rest (dirtying her jeans even more), Aether thought back to the first time she had ridden a broom at her house...
She was at her old home in the English countryside, back before she believed she had to limit herself some because of her blindness. Aether's older brother, Mars, had just gotten a new broom for his birthday, and Aether had begged to let her ride his old one. After much pestering, the ten year-old brother (just two years older than Aether) gave in and allowed his sister to ride the old broom.
Upon mounting, little eight year-old Aether believed with all her heart it would be the most exciting thing ever. But she soon discovered otherwise. With never having ridden a broom before-- and neither of her parents really wanting her to, because of her blindness-- Aether wasn't very sure of what to do. But she was determined to be a normal young Witch, to do everything she could to defy her unseeing eye.
Up into the air she went, shakily and nervously... And soon she was able to unsteadily fly around the yard. Unfortunately, that didn't last long and Aether soon slipped off, having lost her balance (a very normal thing for the girl). The fall was painful, and Aether broke her arm, a couple ribs, and had a few back cuts on her face. She remembers little now except the pain, and having to be carried inside and healed. Of course, the healing process was easy, but Aether still remembered that pain...
And wished for it now, instead of all this...
Now staring at Fenris from where she crouched on the ground, Aether watched his face as Marc said things to him that were unheard by herself. But she easily examined the facial expressions and body language of both Lycans and was sure that things were not going well at all.
Seth glowered at the older lycan. "Fenrir that attitude you have is the exact reason people don't like us... wolfbloods." He said using Fen's own word. "I'm not hiding from what I am and I could care less who knows what I am I'm a werewolf There are those that would rather put a silver bullet through me than talk. But those like that quickly forget what they know about me. I'm still a wizard I can still use magic and don't think I need to become a murderer just to have peace." He looked back at the girl.
"I may make mistakes every once and a while, but I do what I can to make the best out of what I can. I don't kill people if I can help it i have no more or less right to life than any one else does. I hide here because I don't want to tempt fate. Last time I tempted fate I turned an innocent girl into a werewolf." He said as he turned his attention back to Fenrir. "Now If you don't mind I have to get Ms. Shardae back to the school." He said. he made sure to keep is voice clear of any sort of challenge.
"And I thank you for your hospitality in allowing me to use your home as a sanctuary." he said befor turning back to the half blind ravenclaw. "Are you ready to get back to school?" He asked
"Marc, Marc" said Fenrir slowly with his single eye blazing with emotion, "Ya seem ta be forgetting a few crucial things. Firstly, the only law that a creature ever need follow is that of Nature's: her law is supreme and it translates into the pitiful redundancies that men call laws. Only the strongest survive; ach, but then if that's the case then I guess your line was pretty weak ta wind up slaughtered like that." The mocking derision in Fenrir's voice was enough to indicate his true temperament, but the Lycan Lord wasn't finished as patches of fur began sprouting over his skin. "Your line is diminished, on the verge of complete extinction if ya die, and ya've got the nerve ta say your line of dandies will outlast me?" boomed Fenrir's voice, contorted in sound as he was transforming into a wolf.
'At this rate, the only thing I'll be teaching ya is how easily I can beat your scrawny arse Pup!', said the colossal wolf as he glared angrily down at Marc. Larger any most lycans, Fenrir was 8 feet tall from his shoulder blades to the ground and was built proportionately to fit that height. In other words: tangoing with this titan was simply asking for a death-wish. The lone yellow eye glowered at the little lycan is if through his wrath the silvery-grey wolf could burn him alive, but today words were Fenrir's weapons. 'Seth, I will not argue semantics with ya at this time: take the lass and get her back ta the school. If either of ya tell a soul that Fenris Fenrir still draws breath, then I'll hunt the lot of ya ta the ends of the world or until Hell's fiery gates consume me. That...and I can understand your reasoning...I know what it's like ta not be in control of your own body', came Fenrir's thoughts into the minds of those around him.
While he had been originally looking at Seth, the wolf turned his shaggy head back on Marc and barked angrily at him. 'There was a time when I had someone I cared about, a daughter that denied me the rights of a father, and I would've done anything for her. Then one day I entered Drakborough, smelled something ill on the wind, and the next thing I know I was slaughtering people left and right: I killed mae little girl. I had no control of maeself that day, and the wizards called a hunt on mae head. Unlike your family of sniveling curs, I cherished breathing and fought them with every ounce of mae body: I only lost because I couldn't use magic, the curse our kind must bear. I would've been killed had it not been for a human intervening and saving mae life. That one action got me ta thinking: maybe I was going about this the wrong way.'
'So when next I came across this wizard, the High and Mighty Talon Windwaltz, I approached him with a peaceful and rational solution for a conflict: instead of peace I was electrocuted to the brink of death. I had done nothing wrong, I tried saving lives, and I nearly died for it,' snarled Fenrir angrily at Marc and his lone eye was livid as it convulsed with lunacy, 'When it all boils down ta it, it's all about surviving. Kill or be killed is the one rule that man truly understands and that is why man endures while the other races fade. Your pack, Streampaw, clearly didn't have the will to survive and therefore they died. Living as well as ya can is living a lie. Nothing get fixed that way, ya're letting the BFC become stronger and eventually they'll find and kill ya Marc!'
'And don't think that just cause ya're a fellow lycan that I won't let that insubordination of yours just slip by,' growled Fenrir menacingly as he advanced on Streampaw aggressively, 'Either ya back up those words with actions, or get the hell out of mae woods. Scamper off ta the Faerie Woods: I'm sure ya'll find things more ta your liking there. Now get out of mae woods,' said Fenrir, punctuating each word to empathize his seriousness, 'Or fight me. Show me that ya're not a coward and deserve a place in Nature's bosom.'DERP!
{OOC: May as well have another lycan grace the presence of this thread }
Roan had been intending to visit the Woods on this journey home, as she owed it to her Grandsire and knew she would have to face the lycan eventually for her absence. It was like she had been feeling the call of these Woods ever since she left Firefox’s grounds for the second time, it had been a nagging presence in her mind and had filled her heart full of longing. Fenrir, her grandsire, her pack, and the only family she had. It had been months since she had seen her long time enemy, and short time family. But the pull had been intensified when the lycan had walked to the edge of the Woods and found the strong scent of more than just Fenrir. One of the scents was distorted, somewhat like a lycan’s and yet not the same. And another was a lycan’s scent for sure but not nearly as strong as Fenrir’s. Just the thought that there were more wolf creatures in the Woods made the girl both curious and worried.
A bag she had been carrying over her shoulder was abandoned in some dense foliage at the edge of the Woods. Roan looked about her a bit to see if there were any around to view her and when she was sure she was alone the girl transformed into her wolf state. It was as easy now as slipping on another skin after she had done it so many times on her journey. It didn’t take long before there was the small grey-brown wolf running through the underbrush of the Woods looking for the source of the strong scent she had found. The further she ran the more she could narrow it down to one lycan and two others. Then it joined with her grandsire’s scent and Roan felt her mind jump with excitement of being able to see him. Her padded paws were near silent and the wolf was swift as she ran.
His voice, she could hear his voice. There were others, but it was his that made her run even faster to reach him.
The scene she came upon though was not one she had expected to find. The tension on the air was even more apparent to Roan as she stood there in her lycan form staring at the group before Fenrir. Golden eyes were not drawn to them at first though, they were to her grandsire. There was amazement and longing in those eyes, though she had no idea how he would receive her after what she had done. Apparently greetings would have to wait though, there were others.
It was then her eyes went to the younger lycan, Marc. She knew what he was by scent and a growl emerged from her throat as Roan transformed back into her human form with ease. Her hair was longer and her skin was more tan and it was obvious the girl had grown up a bit since anyone had last seen her by her demeanor. But the ferocity and flames had never left her eyes and they were focused deeply on Marc who had drawn the challenge of the Lord of the Woods. Who was such a fool to do such a thing? “What’s going on?” She asked mostly Fenrir, moving her eyes to the werewolf and the Ravenclaw.
By scent they were not lycans, but it was similar enough she couldn’t shake it from herself. “And who are they? What people doing in the Woods?” So much did Roan wish she could use the lycan telepathy in her human form as she wanted to communicate with Fenrir. This had not been the way she intended to see him again, Roan had not wanted to get involved again. But if there was a lycan her grandsire was challenging she would have to get involved. Because even if she had been gone for some time she was still a part of the pack and would support her pack. For now the lycan waited for a response, hoping she’d get one before anything happened further that could turn into a fight.DERP!
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
This was not unfolding well. He had gotten up to lead Aether out and Quickly found that his duty as a werewolf, as sane as that concept is, was being dragged to the fore. Fenrir was challenging Marc and after his transformation Seth knew that Marc was going to loose. He may only be a werewolf but He had joined Marc's pack and he would defend his pack's member in what ever capacity's he had. Seth's only weapon he had now was his wand.
But he still needed to geth the Ravenclaw girl to safty. she had no part in this and he'd be damned if he dragged her into this now. He decided he would just cast a charm on Marc that would hel him while he was gone and then come back to help before the charm wore off.
Suddenly his plans changed as yet another Lycan entered the scene. he already had his hand on his wand. And the new lycan girl was obviously taking Fenrir's side. He didn't like these odds at all. "My name is Seth, I'm a werewolf Fenrir just granted me and the girl safe passage through his forest. This Aether I unintentionally changed her into a werewolf during last night's full moon." He said answering her open questions.
He looked over at the young lycan. "I am also a new member of the Streampaw clan. I was about to lead the girl out of the woods myself but if this is going to turn into a feud I think i may have to send her off with a Patronus, and stand up for my own." He pulled out his wand, so that all three lycan's could see it. thing were getting uncomfortable very fast Seth didn't know what would happen.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Jul 23, 2008 14:06:58 GMT -5
Marc bristled as more and more insults to his family fell upon his ears. I have told you my story, or have you forgotten already? We were captured, there was nothing we could do! I'd like to see you fight while being half choked on the visible sent called 'smoke'! Beyond that, our hunting pack - our protectors hadn't been seen for a week. We were hungry and in poor shape to kill anything, never mind a Renegade Hunter Squad of the BFC! And Even if we HAD been of such a mind to do so, We had no idea they were renegades, if we just attacked them for showing up at our Den we'd have been in sooo much trouble!
Marc stood his ground as Fenrir growled down at him. If it is a fight you want, you may have it! I can see my way of life means nothing to you . . . Marc's ears flicked toward the new arrival, but he payed her no heed, at this point he didn't care how many Lycans Fenrir had in his pack. Mother and Father were good Lycans and he wasn't going to let anyone spit on their names.
. . . but that doesn't mean I will let you sully it with your ugly words and uncivil attitude. However I want to be clear about what we are fighting toward. It would be much smarter of me to run, as you say, if this was a fight to the end. Instead let's make it more interesting. I say a best two out of three fattenings, or whomever can't move first - which ever end happens first. Do you agree? If not I can always vow revenge and return when I am bigger and stronger.
Marc imagined Fenrir would not agree, and was already planning on going to North American to visit his cousins the Bearpaw Clan, if anyone could make him stronger it was they.
The turn of events was unfolding better than he could've asked for. There was a rustling from the underbrush and the strong waft of a familiar scent was caught by his nose: she had returned. He thought that she had left these lands long ago in search for something better, but his long-standing foe from days past was before him once more: his granddaugther Roan Aliagh. 'There are no words that can describe the joy at seeing ya again Roan,' came Fenrir's thoughts into her mind, 'Forgive me, but I'm a little sidetracked at the moment.' The hulking lycan licked his chops hungrily as he stared down at Marc, hungering for just one ill-thought word. 'Ya see, I'm waiting ta see if Streampaw here has the balls ta back his bite.'
Noticing motion to his other side, Fenrir wasn't surprised to see that Seth and the girl hadn't left yet, but that Seth was saying that he'd intervine in the affairs of Lycans. Wolfbloods aside, the older lycan made it a point not to go sniffing in the affairs of other canines, but he couldn't stand it when others didn't show the same courtesy. 'Stand down Seth,' came Fenrir's thoughts as they bombarded the Werewolf with caution, 'If ya involve yourself in my affairs, then I won't shed a tear if I have to tear ya ta shreds. Besides, there is only one way ta go about this according to our traditions and that is...' Fenrir wasn't even given a chance to finish his thought: Marc already completed it for him.
"Well, that was unexpected to say the least," boomed the lycan as he morphed back into human form. Kneeling down on one knee so that he was at eye level with the small lycan, Fenrir grinned toothily and said feverishly, "I accept your challenge, but I have a few rules that need to be laid down. This is going to be traditional: old school in every sense of the word. Just me and you, and if someone from one side tries to aid the combatents then the other side can attack that coward. Also, I'm going to battle you only in human form so that you actually have a chance against me." Ruffling the fur behind Marc's ears in almost a insane-paternal fashion, the tall man backed away a few paces and cast aside his trenchcoat. He ripped off the dirty undershirt, and threw it off into the brush.
Rising his dukes, the one-eyed lycan began bouncing in place on his feet. Staring down the little lycan gamely, Fenrir started shouting at him in a voice that betrayed his madness for battle. "Come on. Come on. Come on, hit me. Hit me hit me hit me!"
The situation was becoming clearer and clearer to Roan as she paid more attention to her surroundings and those in them. The moment Seth spoke she let out a low growl in her throat and resisted the urge to change into her lycan form. A werewolf part of a lycan pack? That was new, at least to Roan. She wasn’t sure she liked it but that would be why the scent was similar to that of a lycan but not dead on. The moment he drew his wand her eyes flashed with fire and she knew where she stood on this battlefield. He was talking about defense but from his stance he was all offense, and Roan didn’t like that at all. It was threatening and stupid to do, as if that wand would scare a single lycan in the group.
“Well Seth, I’m Roan Aliagh. Lycaness and granddaughter of Fenris Fenrir, ex-witch and currently a fire elementalist. I’d put that wand away right now if you don’t want it burnt to ash. It doesn’t scare me in the slightest.” Her words were bitter as she was already tuning into her fiery side. The girl let flames dance at the end of her fingertips as her own warning to Seth as eerie hazel eyes with fire raging behind them stared the werewolf down. Fenrir’s words were near lost on the girl and all she did was nod but keep her eyes on Seth. There would be time for reunions later.
Marc and Fenrir went at it some more and as she listened she realized Marc was mad. He was challenging the Lord of the Forest when he was no more than a scrawny runt himself. That was bound to end badly. She could also recognize the mistakes that the small lycan was making with his words because she used to make them herself. Goading Fenrir on, feeding the flames, making him angrier. It didn’t blind him at all and just gave him drive to fight which made it harder. Roan hoped now that she’d make the whelp suffer for his words as he used to make her suffer.
But all this was mere thoughts because no words left her lips as she kept her eyes on Seth, the other problem. Fenrir had said there would be no outside interference, but Roan wasn’t so sure that he would abide by it as he seemed as determined to stand by Marc as she was to stand by Fenrir. Well, she wouldn’t intervene with the fight because she wouldn’t have to. The only way that Marc even had a chance was if by divine intervention the lycan Lord was struck down by lightning. She would keep the werewolf from trying to help the young one though.
“This is no longer your matter Seth. Put your wand away, take the girl, and leave. Now.” There was strong warning in her voice backed up with more fire in her hands. Not only did Roan have her lycan side of her with strength and intuition, she was a remarkable fire elementalist who strength that nobody really knew the depths of yet, not even herself. It was present enough though that it never took more than half a second to call as her fire nearly consumed her. There was no way Seth would be a match for her, Roan used to be a witch as well and knew of wand work. His best chance was to take the girl and leave. Before she made him. DERP!
If this is to end in fire Then we shall all burn together Watch the flames climb high into the night
Post by Aether Shardae on Jul 29, 2008 22:23:42 GMT -5
Aether was just watching the whole scene from where she had fallen on the ground. It was overwhelming, everything that was apparently happening to her. She didn't want this... did she? No, this was too much. Too much fighting and too much chaos, apparently.
All of the chaos was what threw Aether off; it was overwhelming her senses, and everything still hurt so much. She felt as if her stomach was trying to tear itself apart, but that was the least of her worries compared to the pain that just kept tearing across her vision for no apparent reason. The vision in her seeing eye was pulsing red ever so often, and it correlated with a dizziness and pain that she would not even try to describe.
The funny thing was, all the newborn Werewolf could think about was the gnawing hunger in her stomach. Finally chancing another look up, Aether's eye found Seth. Seth, the man who had attacked her, was the only one who could get her to safety in her mind. "Please, I don't want to be here anymore," Aether whimpered, seeming like a pup in her attitude.
"I'm so hungry," were the next words out of her mind, and the look in her eye relayed that as well, along with a rather loud growl from her stomach. "Can we... please... I just want to go back to school."
School seemed like a holy sanctuary compared to the insanity of the scene taking place before her. Aether felt so thrown off by what was going on. But that girl, the one near Seth, she told Seth to take Aether and go, and Aether was fully willing to go along with this plan. "I'm hungry," Aether whimpered again without really thinking anymore. Her mind felt so cloudy that Aether wasn't really thinking about anything other than trying to stay aware until she was out of the woods.
Attempting to stand, Aether discovered exactly how much she was shaking; enough that she was having a very difficult time getting to her feet. She was exhausted and, even though she couldn't remember anything from the night before, Aether was suddenly sure that she had been a Werewolf without knowing it. That would explain her extreme fatigue. Plopping back down on the ground, Aether pushed her hair out of her face and wiped the sweat off her brow before trying again to stand.
Seth abruptly looked back at the ravenclaw girl as she called his name. His loyalties where once again torn. Hedidn't trust Roan one bit. he could take her. he was a wizard. no single element especually fire was 100% lethal to a wizard. He knew the tickling flame spell. And could render fire useless against him. he could use water and ice to does the flame he could use earth to smotherint and he could vanish the oxygen in the air to eliminate it completely. However he had other things to worry about. he didn't want to ruin Marc's reptuation with Fenrir.
Fenrir, as psychotic as fenrir was, something about the great lycan drew an arua of respect. He was a creature of his word. He had to pray he was right. "Fenrir, I trust you to keep this fight one on one. If I find that this she-dog stepped in and escaped I will hunt her down like the coward she is." he said using his words hoping to convey his meaning. That he would hold Fenrir to his word both ways. Grandaughter or not Fenrir's word was law in these woods and she fell under all the same penalties.
"Aether. Let's get out of here. We'll let the lycans sort out their own problems. Now use making new problems for ourselves." he said as he watched her trying to pick herself up. He walked over and helped her up.
"And I'll see what I can do about getting you food." He said quietly to her. As he began leading her in the direction of the school.
Post by Marc Streampaw on Aug 3, 2008 20:47:40 GMT -5
(OOC: Holy Crap, I totally forgot this thread in my worries about my computer. It had a worm and had to be wiped. But I am back now!)
IC: Marc nodded his head at these additional rules, but couldn't keep himself from growling low at the sudo-kind gesture of the fur ruffle. However when Fenrir decided to remain in his 6 foot + human form it threw Marc for a moment. Marc was a smart boy, he'd been planning his first attack this whole time, however now wondered if he ought to still go though with it. The trees around Fenrir were just close enough for what his father had called the 'double pounce'. It was Father's trick move for handling Lycans bigger than himself. So too the rules Marc had asked for were his fathers.
Marc thought . . . but decided no, he did need to teach Fenrir to respect his family, and though he'd been told to never use the double pounce on someone in human form Fenrir had no normal Human form. Mark backed himself into position barking and growling loudly. Suddenly he sprang, but to fenrir's left, almost bouncing of a great tree that stood there, he flung himself - not at Fenrir but across to another tree on his right again making a seamless and gymnastic turn this time pounce right for fenrir's chest.
The Double Pounce it was called, aptly named for it had the two pronged effect of disorienting the victim long enough for the pounce to land and also making the original pounce twice the momentum and twice the force of any ordinary from the ground pounce. Father claimed he'd once flattened a Moose with it when he had visited the Bearpaw Clan. Marc might loose, oh yes he might still loose even now and he might not be able to move once he lost. But Fenrir would remember this pounce, it's energy and the fact that Marc Streampaw had flattened him at least once!
Last Edit: Aug 3, 2008 20:48:22 GMT -5 by Marc Streampaw
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Azrael: I'm not hard to find, since I'm the only one there who goes by "Azzy", I'm pretty sure. XD
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:41 GMT -5
Azrael: Dunno if anyone still pops by here from time to time, but if any of you mofos do and still feel like gettin' yo nerd on, I've been hanging around this here place a bunch recently: www.roleplayerguild.com/
Feb 10, 2018 16:44:10 GMT -5
Azrael: hold onto your pantaloons
Jul 25, 2016 5:16:43 GMT -5