Post by Fenrir on Jul 20, 2007 14:23:19 GMT -5
Dank and dark are the only two words that can effectively describe a dungeon without going into much detail. One could always elaborate on how the darkness seemed to swallow a person up or how the the moist environment was very smelly, but why use so many words when the English language lets you do it in two? Because we can of course. And just because he could, Fenrir had snuck into the University in his human form without anyone noticing him, considering how in the summer no one should really be at school, and had made his way into the Dungeons in search for some potions ingredients. Now what reason would a lycan have creating a potion when they don't have the capability to do so? Who ever said that Fenrir would be the one making this potion in the first place...
Opening the door to a room revealed...a janitor's closet. Cursing under his breath, it took the lycan 5 more trys to find the ingredient storage room. Reaching into his coat pocket, Fenrir grabbed a torch (English for flashlight) and flipped it on so that he could properly identify the contents of each vile and container. It was really an interesting place: the Doctor inside of him would've loved to study how wizards used such gross things to heal each other, but with Richard so violently repressed that everyone considered that side of the beast dead, Fenrir just wanted to get what he needed and scram.
However there was one thing that caught his eye. He had gotten all the ingredients and delicately stored them in his coat when a jar of human eyes caught his attention. To Fenrir, it was like finding a jar of green olives with pimento in the fridge and he was so tempted to just reach out and gobble down all it's contents. Looking feverishly left and right to make sure that no one would notice, the lycan bolted forward and ripped the cap off the container. With his head transforming into that of a wolf, Fenrir opened his jaws wide and guzzled down those fermented eye balls. Letting the glass container slip from his hands, the man with raven-black hair was too content to notice the container fragment on the stone floor.
Belching, Fenrir turned to go before his eyes bulged out in surprise. There was something terribly wrong and he stared down at his stomach before realizing that a horrible cause of indigestion was brewing. Not having the common sense to transform his head back into a human man, the wolfman stumbled out into the Dungeon hallway clutching his stomach and trying his hardest not to howl out in pain.
Opening the door to a room revealed...a janitor's closet. Cursing under his breath, it took the lycan 5 more trys to find the ingredient storage room. Reaching into his coat pocket, Fenrir grabbed a torch (English for flashlight) and flipped it on so that he could properly identify the contents of each vile and container. It was really an interesting place: the Doctor inside of him would've loved to study how wizards used such gross things to heal each other, but with Richard so violently repressed that everyone considered that side of the beast dead, Fenrir just wanted to get what he needed and scram.
However there was one thing that caught his eye. He had gotten all the ingredients and delicately stored them in his coat when a jar of human eyes caught his attention. To Fenrir, it was like finding a jar of green olives with pimento in the fridge and he was so tempted to just reach out and gobble down all it's contents. Looking feverishly left and right to make sure that no one would notice, the lycan bolted forward and ripped the cap off the container. With his head transforming into that of a wolf, Fenrir opened his jaws wide and guzzled down those fermented eye balls. Letting the glass container slip from his hands, the man with raven-black hair was too content to notice the container fragment on the stone floor.
Belching, Fenrir turned to go before his eyes bulged out in surprise. There was something terribly wrong and he stared down at his stomach before realizing that a horrible cause of indigestion was brewing. Not having the common sense to transform his head back into a human man, the wolfman stumbled out into the Dungeon hallway clutching his stomach and trying his hardest not to howl out in pain.