Book 1: Conceited Past. Chapter 1: Moonless night.
Posted: Thu Jan 07, 2016 5:54 pm
◢Thomas ♠Bryan◣ || Werewolf||Fighter||
Dark was the night at Hellscream, the howls of werewolves at the distant could be heard at almost any time.
The cracking sound of burning fuel could be hear within the Kitsune village. Wood, charcoal, paper, all sorts of materials were used in various fireplaces to keep the village warm and alert during the night.
The villages would soon rejoice in the middle of the night as the night guards appeared to capture yet another fool which tried to sneak into the village. A human male, Human's were scarce on this realm not to mention non existent. But if something they would be fetch to the werewolves to keep them at bay since hey loved rarities.
Because of tonight's catch there would be a small celebration tho, and everyone was invited. Just behind the main wall that protected the village there was a small tent in which a certain abomination resided. Still as she was one of their clan they would not completely outcast her.
Running all the way from the village towards said small camp one of the guards would leave some food and drink for the young abomination.
Lisa Zhenshchina [The hollow Ninko] Kitsune][Netherworld][Sorcerer / Fighter][Hellscream
Taken by surprise, she was visited by one of the village guards with an offer for the current celebration. The rare capture of a human would bring joy for the entire clan, given they now had an offer to bribe the werewolves away. Which of course wasn't much to her liking. She knew werewolves aren't thrust worthy, luckily she had a bunch of traps set around the village just in case they planned to attack anyways.
Food and drinks were on the village and she was thrilled for it. However, she had a bad feeling about this. Lisa celebrated with her kind, but couldn't help the eerie sensation that covered the air. It was just like that time when the whole village was attacked, and that her family died in combat.
Inventory
An ocarina, a memento from her father which she uses to play songs to ease her mind.
A spell book in which she studies the dark arts of her clan.
A memento of her mother. It is engraved with a thought. "When you wear this, it means you are one of us. That means you move like one of us, think like one of us...When you carry this, you carry the whole village with you. Never forget who you really are."
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 4:25 pm
◢Thomas ♠Bryan◣ || Werewolf||Fighter||
The party would continue as always, the moon would keep shining it's crimson light upon Hellscream.
The prison however, would be calling for Lisa's attention. There was just something odd about the new prisoner.
The worst thing--ok, one of the not-good things--about the land known as Hellscream was the roads. No? Too dramatic, you say? Suppose you may have a point otherwise, what with the tribal warfare and the totality of night-terrors raking at the cold sky each night like the shrieks of countless crows (white crows, obviously), but let's keep in mind, if only for a moment that this was a compounding issue, a veritable crap cherry on the poopoo-parfait that was having a chunk of bronze in your side, feet bound together, and the rope which held the sack in place over your head so tight it may as well have been a noose; suppose then that you might be put off by the poor choice of whatever navigator, if not the fault of lazy city-planning, that led you to this jerking, throbbing hell in each bump? WELLLL!?!?! scream
Each bump rode in on a fiercely strong wave of heat, searing the poor boy's side. The of the fire lapped at his neck, and from inside the blood boiled up and threatened to erupt out of his throat. Only a muffled groan escaped, then it cooled and fell over him with the stale fog of the night. Soon he stopped feeling them so much.
It took him a moment to realise the sack that was over his head had been yanked off. Slowly the light filtered in from the dark screen he'd made for himself. The man in front of him, werewolf rather, was terrifyingly tall compared to Katsuro. His eyes darted from figure to figure, though he could find no refuge in the harsh crowd that had gathered around them.
The tall beast would inspect the prey sniffing his scent with his cold nose. On the mean time the rest of the pack snarled and mumbled between themselves.
"What are we going to to with this one?"
"we should eat him" "we ate the last one"
"and it was delicious!"
The pack's reasoning was rather primitive if one were to put attention on their words rather than just emphasizing on the whole "they're gonna eat me" concept.
The tall werewolf snarled back at them to shut their traps as he turned back at their probably unwilling guest.
"Tell be boy, do you fear death?"
Asked the werewolf while the others laughed and snickered behind him.
There were more of them. For whatever reason this was becoming a sort of event for these barbarians. What had he done? He tried to remember, pull it back together as the wolves bickered. He couldn't make sense of anything. It was all buzzing around in his semidrunk head. Poor boy didn't even know what was happening!
"... I work for him. Why should I?" Though there was still that indignation which could not be tamed. Damn tongues. If only they cut that off first!
"That's funny..." The werewolf said before his claws dented inside Kideaki's belly. The werewolf here was an executioner but also the pack's entertainer. He had practice with this. The claws would not hit any organ, rather crawl up inside his rib cage enough to pull him out. Sure blood comes out, but the organs were still intact, so, out of blood loss which wasn't much given how the claws stretched the skin. But it would still hurt as hell. "I don't remember to have ever contracted you." The rest of the pack snickered and laughed at their newest toy.
By the form these people behaved. And the answer this brute gave to Hideaki, it could be given that these savages either didn't knew about Lord death or simply didn't care. Then again, the lack of mention of DMWA or the word, meister, weapon. Could strongly hint the first case.
((OOC: My bad I wrote that line wrong. Please forgive me - .- ))
"AGHH!!" Katsuro could feel his life draining away with each drop, but he was frozen stiff by the searing pain. For a moment it looked like his soul was going to quit, go on strike, and simply walk out on him, but he was spared. All that was there now in his veins was shock and awe. He coughed up some blood in front of him. Slowly, his sight came back from the void. Suddenly the monsters were more real in this moment; and yet they seemed more distant, Hideaki thinking this was all wrong and that he was simply having an abnormally strong dream. ... Impossible.
"..." He couldn't bring himself to look up, thoroughly disgusted with the idea that this narcissist would make such a ridiculous claim. "... You may be immortal--" looking at them, it was easy to tell they were werewolves, and everybody knew werewolves were immortal-- "but that's not the same as being Death." He knew this was it: do or die! So he decided to at least try to do before it was absolutely time to die, holding out his hand and trying to gather what magic he could. He muttered something and kicked at the dirt behind him, though he did his best to make it look as though it was just regular struggling--which is not to say there was no struggle going on at all--and as the inevitable countermeasure came at him Hideaki pulled a weak fireball from thin air and hurled it at the beasts. It was the last of his energy, and immediately afterwards the boy would go limp in reluctant waiting for death to come for him.
The werewolf and most of the pack observed with curious eyes how Hideaki was able to summon a fireball. Yet, the one entertaining Hideaki, would crush the fireball against his skull on a reckless rush and smack Hideaki's face to the ground before knocking the sight out of him due to the sheer impact. The rest of his senses would follow up during that slumber like white out.
"Take him and..."
The rest couldn't be heard. Unfortunately Hideaki was unable to keep up with it.
Once he would woke up, there would be some sort of big room. Perhaps a barn. All he could figure out at the moment was that he got tied against a chair.
"So, you're finally awake."
Stated the werewolf, yet his voice was slightly different. Hidden under a veil of shadows the werewolf watched. His silhouette hunting Hideaki from the darkness.
"You seem to have some tricks under your sleeve and now they belong to us... from now on, you'll do magic for us."
He stated, not even thought about asking for opinions, but that shouldn't be much of a surprise.
He couldn't see him, even when the sight--feeling, that is, as it was too dark to see much of anything even when the sense came back--but he could hear him, and that was arguable more terrifying.
Hideaki's poor choice of words awarded him with a wicked grin from the beast, finally alowing something to shine out of the pitch black. The yellowish teeth of the beast would form the corrosive smirk that hungered for Hideaki's flesh.
That, and it was some sort of amusement for what there was to come.
"I'm sorry, but it doesn't look to me like you have any other choice."
Hideaki was greeted by another voice. This one was likely softer than the gruesome werewolf's but still snarky. His hair pulled to force his face upwards, she would be greeted by a cursed child of the pack.
"Hello~<3"
Replied the snarky tomboy while greeting Hideaki's tensed skin with a cold knife held against his neck.
"So, you're the new one eh? You're kinda skinny. Are you sick or something?"
The cursed child asked, curious to know as much as possible from the new intern.
Hideaki snarled at the new face of terror--which had surprisingly nice skin--with the most disdain possible. He wouldn't so much as speak, only stare at his captor as if she was insane or perhaps mentally challenged. Even in this pitiful state the boy's resolve would stay strong.
"I want his magic. And I want it soon. You have one week."
The werewolf sentenced the girl which giggled while shaving off some of Hideaki's skin, mostly deadskin that was tugged while holding him hostage, leaving a smooth spot on the captive's neck.
"No problem I could wrap him up or marinate it for you if you want ~<3"
Ivory didn't seem to care much. But that wasn't something the werewolf would be too concerned about. After all he knew she'll keep her word. Either convert the boy into a slave or marinate it for a weekly snack.
With that, the beast would exit the place and leave them surrounded by a veil of dusk, the moonlight over the ceiling as the only light source they had, which brought a dim circle around Hideaki.
"I guess it's just the two of us now mm?"
The sweetest smile was impersonated on Ivory's lips as she stared down at the young warlock.
"So... care to tell me a little about yourself?"
She asked, deviously playing with the knife on her hand dangerously near the boy's neck.
"... Katsuro Hideaki," he said after a moment. He was so numb that the pain he felt from the "shave" was more a vague, dull, warmth than pain. "... I don't know what happened. I was in a bar, now I'm... Well, you know." Hideaki seemed to be misinterpreting the question; blood loss will do that.
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