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 Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 3:34 pm
OOC: This is the area outside the city proper of the Ties the Bind, the realm where the werewolves are the masters. Lycan characters can start in this thread, as a way to get involved without being put into the hazards of the cities.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2005 4:41 pm
Kane could not help but howl, it was the deep howl that comes from deep inside a werewolf. There he stood, seated on his two massive hidelegs in hybrid mode, this was his home. But the jungle of concretes and steel that was ruled by the vampires, such places always seemed to smell, so, for lack of a better word unnatural. A smile spread across his muzzle, it was a strange and rare sight to see him smile in such an evil way. He leaped through what looked like an endless stretch of giant trees, he ran so fast that the world around him became a large blur. It took him only a few minutes to start being able to see that large vertical drop to the cliff, that not signaled the end of the cliff but the beginning of his home. Ten stories down there lay a big lake and more dense forest, evergreen and thick, nothing could be seen withing that fortress of green, it was there that his home lay, among st the trees that hid the truth from the eyes of those who were not welcomed to watch. There was a set of unseen but still very much useful steps that lead down to one end of the lake where from where one could walk to the place where the forest lay. Kane could have very easily taken those steps, but he did what any leader would do, he jumped off the edge of the cliff like he was some sort of wreck less pup. What a sigh that was, to see if only for a split and quickly fading instant a wolf flying through the air, his eyes closed his muzzle open and his large tongue hanging out one end. It may not have been the most awe-inspiring sight of the leader of the sans clan, but at that moment Kane didn't care he was simply enjoying his moment of true freedom. Which didn't last very long as he landed, piercing the water surface without so much as a bubble. For a long minute it seemed that he may never come up, no trace of him could be found. But Kane was as any wolf a predator and could his if need be. But this time it was different , he appeared at the other pf the forest, in complete wolf form and soaked , only to be greeting by a very unimpressed Askook.
"Okay, you have spent the last twenty minutes acting like a twenty-year old. Are you done being childish we have some work to do." A very tired and slowly getting hungry Askook asked of the wolf as he looked down upon the silver hair beast. "Who new that a wolf could act like a monkey." Askook said with a shrug and a sigh of frustration.
As Kane shook the water of his body, he transformed into his hybrid form and nodded at the much younger creature. "Very well, let us begin this war...." Kane said as he lead Askook into the depths of a pitch black forest.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 7:11 pm
Kane had now been speaking with the much younger vampire for sometime now admist the forest home that was his domain. "We have been speaking for what seems like ages now, And yet I cannot help but fell that we have some to no serious conclusions about what we are going to do." Kane said, "If we are going to help the Lady Thalia and her mate, then we must act quickly" Kane commented as he sat upon his hind legs, still very much in hybrid mode. "So any ideas yet?" Kane said as he lookd at towards the vampire.
Askook, crossed his hand across his chest, and closed his eyes, "I am as stumped as you are, I am starting to think that perhaps it was not the best idea to try and get Lynx mad at us, altough it served our prurpose of making it look like Blackrose and the two rogues, were not on good terms. It also had the very much unwanted affect that we are at a loss for information, when it comes to what we can do to inflict real damage upon the Adrik faction, I am afraid.
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2005 7:33 pm
Kane rubbed lightly at his chin, there had to be somtething that they could some first step that they had overlooked. His feral yellow eyes jouted back and forth, almost as if he was reading several lists that lay not in his mind but before him. In this manner he remained for several minutes. "This is clearm if we are going to attempt to do anything we mist first inform the Lady Semara of our intentions. The lovely vampire woman would not take it kindly that we are putting herself and the sir Xearus in danger with our movements. As beautiful as she maybe, she is still a force to be reckoned with, wouldn't you agree?" he said as he tunred to face the vampire.
While Kane spoke, Askook had taken upon himself to start to scan the treetops it was opbvious through some examination that among the thick folliage of the larger trees, had been constructed homes. The strange thing was the homes looked to be empty, this did not sit well with the young vampire, something just didn't seem right about an empty werewolve village. "Wouldn't know she isn't my style, but her power can't be denied." he said as he leaned unt one of the larger trees. "Look we aren't going to get anything done just by sitting around like a bunch of diplomats, this waiting around and planning is frankly dricing me nuts." he said with a slight twith of his bottom, it was obvious that only was Akook getting anxious he was thristing. "Why the hell is this placet so damn empty." he asked with a slight look of dementia on his face.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2005 7:30 pm
Kane had never been one to worry about no other vampire save Thaliah, but now it seemed that he was worrying about another creature of the undead. This time is Askook, though he would pain to admit it he did fight some small trace of poetic justice in what had happened to the Askook, he had been brash jumping into the fire without knowing what was going to happen. Kane let out a large sigh, his large wolf-hybrid body going limp as he sat in his large hand crafted oak chair, the one which was reserved for the Alpha male during the council meetings. It was a beautifully crafted chair, wolf heads had been created with great care upon the surface of the naturally treated wood. How many times had he sat in the chair since he took the seat of power from the former master of the clan? He could not count them all, but he knew that one thing was certain, the sun was about to set on this chapter in his long life. "So now the sunset dance begins." Kane said with another heavy sigh as his large clawed finger rand over the three large gold hoops that pierced his left ear, the symbol of the great power that he had acquired in this life.That comment had not been meant to be heard by anyone but you see there was a slight problem with that judgment, Kane was not alone, in that natural cave that had been furnished into the great hall of the council.
"Sunset dance? I think that all the time that you have spent in the city over the last few weeks has made you soft in the head, my bother." his name was Holiga, his name met literally wolf, for his name had always been a joke amongst the two life long friends. As Kane rose to Alpha male, so he had named Holiga and his mate to the spot of first Betas, his second in command. In size Kane dwarfed the younger Holiga by at least a foot, while Kane was built like a tank, everything large to the point of being too big, Holiga had always been the slender one, both in his raven black wolf form, and his human form. His human form was one that rarely was ever seen, Kane himself had seen it only once years ago, not even Holiga himself knew know what his human side looked like but he did not care. Holiga had a nasty habit of tapping the table when it was completely silent, and to night was no different, the room held only Kane and Holiga, he didn't not know why Kane had called him in here soon after finding Askook the vampire on the verge on being burned by the rays of the morning sun, they had cared for him in the village while the sun made its dance across the sky, but as it hide back into the horizon so they had moved Askook into the city, into a home that still held the only group of allies that the wolfs had within the limits of the city that was now overrun by the greed and over zealous ambition of two powerful vampires.
Holiga had not said a single word for the last twenty minutes or so, allowing Kane to become lost in his mind and his thoughts, both knew that something drastic had just occurred, not the fact that Askook had been beating nearly to the point of death but where he had been found, there in the lack that was the doorway to there home. Though no vampire had set ground on there territory the fact remain that Lord Adrik now knew of there home. So Holiga let Kane think, for both knew that the next move would decide not only the fate of Kane and Askook but of and entire, Holiga could not fathom the anguish that had to be going through Kane's mind. But when he heard Kane speak he could help but respond.
"Well, my friend, you can dance with whomever or to whatever you want, but first what is to be your ruling Kane? When do we strike the home of Lord Adrik?" It seemed that Holiga had already come to his own conclusion about what needed to be done.
Upon heating Holiga's word, Kane snapped back into reality, his bright yellow eyes momentarily locking with Holiga's emerald green ones. "I think that sitting here at this council table has made you soft in the head as well, Holiga my bother, we are nothing compared to the forces that Lord Adrik has at his disposable human and vampire alike. I will not send my men to be slaughtered, There is only one thing that can be done. the clan must leave." Kane said with such resolution in his eyes, that it made Holiga tremble slightly with fear. "I want the village to be a ghost town by the time the sun rises, I want not trace of where you have gone to remain do I make myself clear?" Kane said, he had made his decision, but Holiga was less then pleased.
Holiga rose with a deep growl in his voice at what he had heard come out of his mouth. "What the hell do you mean leave the village?, Unlike you city wolf, I was born here, I for one will not abounded my home, and I don't think that any of the others will either. I never knew that you were such a coward Kane, and what do you mean, by you leave, you're making it sound like you are not coming with us." Holiga said, his voice was now more growl then voice.
"I'm not, I'm handing control of the clan over to you." when Kane spoke those words, even the cave itself grew silent, as if all the air had been forced out by the massive shock that now ran through Holiga's system.
"I suggest you sit down and shut up, my son before you say something that will dishonor us both." came a voice from the entrance to the cave. His name was Wayra, and he was the former Alpha of this clan, and Holiga's father. Though Wayra was now far gone in years, his body now far too weak to transform, Wayra now remained forever in that wolf-hybrid form, like his son, he had emerald green eyes and raven black fur, though Wayra's had dulled with age, his eartips and tip of his nuzzle now completely white, a sign of his age. They way he slowly walked and his voice was slow and very quiet only went to further prove the point of what fate awaited Wayra, death. Wayra's left ear held three circular tear marks, where Kane had ripped out the earrings that had once rested there the symbols of his status in the clan. Wayra slowly took a seat in one of the empty chairs, his movements were slow and labored as was his speech. "Holiga, I know that you and Lord Kane have been friends since we first found the young pup wandering the forest scared and lost all these years ago, and you do no want to see your friend go, but as his second in command you must understand, what it is he is doing, he cannot afford to know where we are, not if he wishes to truly protect us. The vampire is able to read the minds of some, and Kane cannot risk such knowledge to be given up again." the old wolf said, "Do you not see the pain in his eyes, for the second time in Kane's life he must abounded his home and his family for the greater good. Do not dare call him coward, few men would have the courage to do what he is about to." The old wolf was finished with his speech and so he lay back in that chair and merely watched, watched his hot headed son for what he would do next.
Holiga let out a powerful sigh, as he sat back down on the chair, "Are you sure Kane that the is no other way, once you give up your right as leader, you cannot fight for it back. You know that don't you?" Holiga said, the worry upon his face was obvious, deep in his heart he hoped that Kane would find another way, but he knew very well that this the best thing for the clan, Kane had to think first of his people, though he had doubted his actions in the last few weeks, at that moment there was not doubt in his mind that Kane was far more brave then he could ever hope to be. As Holiga rose from the table so did his life-long friend Kane, the two said nothing and merely embraced as only two bothers could, nothing was said between everything was left in silence. They both clasp each others' forearm for a brief moment and nodded there heads, it seemed that both knew what had to be done. Both Holiga and Kane turned to his father, both wanting conformation about what was about to happen.
Wayra slowly nodded his head and slowly began to make his way to the exit of the cave, back toward the center of the village. "Yes, they have all been informed. They are ready to witness the fall of there greatest king." Wayra said in a solemn voice as the three leaders of the past, present and future made there way to the center of the Sans clan village.
It took them about twenty minutes or so to reach the center of the village, with the fact that Wayra, the old one was with them there pace was a slow one, even slower were they still because of the heaviness that were in there hearts. Kane's eyes were on the verge, both from the sadness of the fact that he now, for the second time in his life, had to leave his home behind never to return, but out of hatred that Darvien had forced his hand. Kane let out a low growl, "That vampire will pay for the sins against my people." Kane said in a low growl. Neither Holiga or the old one answered him, both knew that the demons that Kane now fought were ones in which they could not help. As the trio made there way to the center of the village, Wayra lost himself amongst the crowd, for this was not his ceremony to take. Kane stood up as tall as his massive frame would allow in that wolf-hybrid form of his, he let out a powerful howl that was heard throughout the depths of the forest, birds ran out there startled cries as the small clan of werewolves grew dead silent and every single pair of feral eyes were locked with those of Kane.
"Good evening my fellow bothers and sisters." Kane voice was soft and slow, but it was as loud as the night itself to the sensitive ears of his clan. "You all witnessed the horrific acts of violence which were done to the vampire Askook, as severe as his beatings were, that is not why I have called here tonight. I know that many, if not all of you, despise the fact that I dared to call a vampire friend. But that is not the problem that I wish to address tonight, the vampires now know where we hide. And yes it was my actions, and my actions alone that drove the Adrik faction to our doorstep. You can no longer stay here, this clan must move away from the only home that they have known for the last 20 generations. Never has a vampire found us, and those who did found there deaths to be quick and merciless. I can no longer call myself your leader, for the crimes that I have committed. So it is with a heavy heart that I ask you to forgive me, and I hope that one day I may be able to return to you my family, not as your leader but as a clanmate. For on this night I willfully step down from the throne, and I give the position of Alpha male to my second in command Holiga, on this night the reign of Kane comes to a dishonorable end." Here Kane stop and fell to his knees before Holiga, whose face could not hold back the tears as he saw Kane fall in submission before him. All those who had gathered stood there in dead silence as the next and final phase of this ceremony commenced.
For a moment Holiga could do nothing but stare in disbelief as his friend, his master, fell before him, surrendering the right of clan master to him. But the hesitation only lasted a minute, both knew what had to be done. Holiga made no attempt to hide the sorrow in his voice as he stepped toward Kane, whose face was now turned toward the ground. "It is with a heavy heart that I accept your decision, and I only hope that I can be as brave and as noble as you have proven yourself to be. I eagerly await the day you can return to us my dear bother Kane." And this moment Holiga in brief and powerful moment did, what years ago Kane had done to his own father, and ripped the three gold earing from his ears, tearing the flesh away as he did so, yet Kane let out no sound of pain. Holiga held the three bloodies earing's in his massive paw, for a moment he simply looked at them, still in shock that this wasn't just some crazy dream brought on by the wrong type of mushroom. What he did next he did in utter silence, replacing his own three hoops with the golden ones, officially taking the position of Alpha of the Sans clan.
What happened next surprised even Kane, as he rose from the ground, the blood from his wounds matting on his fur, he heard something that he never imagined that he would. At first the howl came from a single voice, it was one of the hunters, but it soon rose in chorus and every single member pup and elder alike howled. This was not a song of triumph at receiving a new master, no this was the song of sorrow and loss, Kane could not believe his ears, or his eyes, as they howled there sad song many openly cried. Kane could do nothing but bow to them, disappearing into the shadows of the night, he made his way out of the forest for what seemed like the last time, the tears now soaked into his fur as they ran down his face. As Kane made his way back toward the city, he was serenaded by his people, who mourned his loss, and like Holiga dreamed of the day they would see there greatest master return to the fold. As Kane reached the limits of the forest, and heard that there song was dying down so he let out his own powerful and melancholy howl, it was his way of saying thank you for thinking him so worthy of such an honor as leading them, and a promise, that even if it was only as a ghost he would come back, come back to his forest home.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:29 am
This is where the value of a ghoul really shined. two swat teams, highly trained, bodies pumping with vampirc taint, began the silent and swift disperstion into the woodland area. they knew the targets, where they were, and thier numbers. Vampire interrogation had provided that. no comms, hand signals. snipers took swift positions, others came in close. all were armed with automatic weapons. one uzi, one nine millimeter, ane the snipers of course had thier rifles. twelve men in all. four snipers and six ground and the two team leaders further back tracking movements of thier teams with Marcus standing with them. History major he might have been, but that didn't mean he wasn't a deadly vampire. His studies also included battle tactics and strategies, such as Gengis Khan's battles and such others as Hilter and Stalin and Napoleon. But his place here was to advise, and to act as more powerful muscle if needed. everyone was armed with silver ammunition, and Marcus was no exception, with one handgun and a shotgun.
"Historically speaking..most tribal societies rely entirely upon the hunters for protection. the rest aren't trained for combat. chances are, take out the hunters, the rest will fall rather quickly. Mr. Adrik wants this place wiped clean. any Lycan is to be killed on sight, and once we sweep through, the place is to be burned to the ground along with bodies. Stalin's Scorched Earth strategy. destroy what's useful to them, they won't be able to rebuild quick enough, and thus you keep the threat weak or at bay."
Team leaders turned on comms, and gave instructions of what was expected. Guns cocked and loaded, swat body armor silver coated so even a fallen team member coudl do some damage. Time to rock and roll.
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2005 11:31 pm
The tiger watched the soldiers move towards the encampment, and he shook his head. Tigers and wolves were natural enemies, they would recieve no help from him. But vampiric soldiers...
He paused for a moment and considered his good luck. Decisions... Allow the scum to kill the other scum, or to kill the scum and then the other scum... Life seemed so complicated in this new world.
Their seemed to be at least one person who was not alive, the scent of death was forebodingly strong in the air...
Four snipers and only six infintry... They didn't seem to expect much resistance, silver mail...
Only silver?
The happy hunter seemed over powered with joy at the lack of vision these silly men had.
"Strreet Rrat." The hunter called to the only person he brought with him on this preliminary scouting mission. "Take yourr kin and burry the dead. I think we should leave the wolves forr now, they might make interrresting pawns laterr."
"Yess Ssir." The street Rat replied, and scurried through the underbrush to where the others were awaiting orders. "Follow messs. We killss the walking not ssso alive today." The others cheered. Two dozen homeless men chuckled at the thought of eating that night, even if the food was partially dead. They at least, would provide more valuable treause should the mission succeed.
The twenty five men snared and sneared their joy at the hunt, they began to twitch. They shed their human skins and revealed the lustful little street rats they were, stalky starving hybrid rat men, all armed only with their teeth and claws. They had one other advantage...
A swarm of sewer rats stormed out towards the assembled patrol, biting and clawing at the soldiers within reach, climbing over each other, swarming targets who's hides were too protected to be easily knowed apon. The swarm continued until the entire are seemed alive with rodents, especially when a small army of giant rats charged into the mess of animal flesh and silver armoured spawn. The big rats were shielded by a wave of smaller rats as they crawled towards the armed men, not caring for their meager lives. They could die now, or they could await a death at the hands of their current leader, either way, death seemed less inament against a single vampire and his mostly human chronies.
The rat charge seemed to be uter useless, as the armered soldiers seemed immune to the bites of the normal sewer rats, and the armour was not overly easy to claw off by the larger ones. The six infintry soldiers may never have stood a chance if they were not wearing their shiny coats, but alas the march of the rats seemed futile.
((have fun with that meager and smelly counter attack. if it displeases you, just delete it.))
The hunter had left the area after he ordered the rats to charge, he was feeling perticularly bored with slaughtering more lycans this night. Besides, he was going to have to say hello to an old friend from the old world, one who might be considered to have escaped the hunter's last massacure... But then again, some of the Poles were actually Slaves and not Germanic... Then again, this man fought in the thirty year war, and lived.
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2005 2:55 pm
Marcus saw rats all over, and the teams were having troubles with them. not so much a trouble with killing the more bothersome rats, but just in numbers. MArcus surveyed the area, and issued orders through thier intercoms.
"Burn them. thier just sewer rats. and get them off the silver..I know it burns and injures the lycan species, but normal animals it just isn't worth losing over. Mr. Adrik wants those lycan's dead and I expect it to get done. Snipers..help them, don't use the silver rounds, use normal shot."
Marcus disregaurded the rats that moved after him, stomping on teh sewer rats and crush thier skulls. it was those much larger ones that concerned him.
"Get Mr. Adrik on the line. we might have a bit more problems than just wolven lycans."
Snipers took shots at smaller rats, a few aiming for the bigger ones..and others used either lighters if they smoked, and signal flares, to light the fur of them as well. Ghouls weren't the brightest, especially the ones under dominion of a youngling like Marcus. if they died..no problem. the flaming rats should set the area ablze and get ird of the wolves that way anyhow, right?
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Posted: Sat Sep 17, 2005 11:22 pm
The rats burned and scampered about, the fires spread from rat to rat rather quickly until the entire swarm was ignited. The sewer rats were covered in many cumbustable materials only compounded by the strange mixture of water and everything flushed down a toilet. The fire spread as quickly, and found its way to Marcus. The rats he foolishly steped on had left their flamable mark, and any of the swarming rodents would also ignite, adding to the heat and intensity of the flames about him.
The bigger rats seemed to stop fighting, and attempted to retreat from the frey. In their stress, the giant rats seemed more anxious than normal, and suddenly their size and shape changed, and they rose up as hybrid rat men, champions of the sewers. They roared, or what could be assumed to be a roar, and charged at the nearest ghouls, or foolishly at the vampire. The snipers' scent was picked up as the the bullets from their guns whipped across the field, some of the hybrid rat people ran towards the guns, to find the lead bullets bitting into their flesh, ripping appart bone and severing muscle. These ingeries were fleeting, as the lead bullets could not prevent the hyper regeneration that made these creatures immune to such weapons, but mild burns remain in their flesh, as the friction from the bullets cause parts of the wounds to coterize.
The fire spread to the foilage and then to the trees, and within moment most of this section of the woods was buringing intently.
*****
In an nearby watch tower, a forest Ranger spoted the smoke rising into the sky and order a quick emergance of firemen to control this fire. He assumed that the flames were instigated by a few deliquient campers who decided to disobey the strict laws against camp fires in this forest.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 1:16 pm
Poor Marcus never stood a chance, the fires swarmed over his body consuming his vampire flesh and destroying what was left of his connection to this world. Two of the snipers escapted that fiery fate, only to be downed by hybrid rats.
((I guess Marcus is dead?))
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2005 7:30 pm
Holiiga was in a complete and utter state of shock, he had suffered massive trauman to both his right leg and his left arm. Bullet holes in places he never knew he had. His once shiny fur was now matted and would forever reak of the blood of his fallen bethren. He had seen his own father's head blown off by one of the snipers. Holiga's soldiers had spotted the teams, but Holia had made a grebvious mistake. Assuming that the humans would be a push over....her was dead wrong.
Holiga's legs gave out from under him as he tried to make his way out of the forest, no sooner had he mustured the stenght to lift himself up, his muzzle was broken making it very hard to breath, if he didn't find help soon, he would suffocate. But suufacation would never come to Holiga.
The silence of the forest was sliced by the whiz of a silver shotgun blast, the silver pellet dug painfully into his back, and his one good leg, sending him flying to the ground. His vision was far to blurred for him to see, too much blood filled his nostrils for him to smell. Holiga was blind, as he waited for assasin to show his or her face.
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Posted: Sat Oct 01, 2005 9:48 am
Stormcrow watched the fires through hazed eyes. He could not believe that Nathaniel Tigerclaw had been so careless as to allow the whole of the forest to catch flame. He turned his head to look at the expressions on the faces of those accompanying him. "It seems our tiger has lost his way." His deep voice held much of his accent, for he was an appachi, or what was left of the appachi. "I see that he will try to end it soon, for he no longer thinks or acts like a tiger or a man. He has become very vampiric in his ways... A pity, so much potential yet so little yeild. I guess that the lycan are just as doomed as our ancester were when the Europeans first arrived here. Doom, hate and death linger in the air."
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Posted: Thu Oct 06, 2005 11:08 pm
The body of Nathiel Mcload was placed on the alter of the Stormcrow. Three other lycans had gathered with the ancient beast, Orson, Serpentine, and Hippocampus. The four gathered shamans chanted softly into the night sky, which was rather unsettling. The winds were strong, the rain cold, andthe lightning swift. The sound of thunder often echoed in the distance. The weretiger's body seemed to glow in this setting.
"Once you offered your services to the lords of men, who betrayed you and murdered your family." Stormcrow began the ceremony.
"Once you stood between a great lord of night, and lived to tell the tale of his defeat." Orson added in an eerie tone, much like a scotsman who has swallowed his tongue.
"Once you stood before me, and offered me my life." The lively voice of Hippocampus etched into the night.
"Now my friend, you must stand, for without you, there is no fight." The sage Stormcrow cited.
"Now my friend, you must stand, for without you, there is not hope." Orson added.
"Now my friend, you must stand, for without you, there is no light." Finsihed Hippocampus.
The prayer chanted, the words recited, the song finished, and all that remained, was for the wild to agree to the summoning. The sound of several wolves howling could be heard, as the spirits of the recently dead came into being and worked about the woods where Nathiel's body lay. They sounded the song of the futile fight, the wore the wounds of the defeated people. The jingle of their souls scapted across the pyre where the weretiger's body lay still, the wound in his chest still visible through his bullet proof coat.
The pyre light, and several bolts of lightning struck the spot where he lay, the sound of a tiger roaring could be heard for miles, let alone, near the fallen warrior. The hunter's form rose in the flames, and was kissed agian by lightning. The rain seemed to cease, as the carcase began to absorb all of the water nearby, the sound of a hundred wolves echoed in the near distance. The clouds parted, and a beam of light floated down onto the weretiger's still form. Slowly, the air began to warm, the rain ceased, and the thunder stood still. The fires died, and the body droped to the pyre, collapsing the wood onto the ground. The sound of a nearby sword being dragged could be heard as the form crawled and clawd his way across the ground, the blood lust in his eyes renewed to the full vibrance of a warrior with purpose.
"You are the best trained killer the Lycan have ever produced, you shame even the Bear Clan, your only natural enemy. All will now fear you Nathaniel McLoad, all shall tremble at your feet." Stormcrow annouced bravely.
The weretiger looked up at the shaman, and snareled. He weakly swung the sword across the air, barely lifting the thing from the ground. The blade hit teh wereraven's foot, and bounced harmlessly away.
"Take you true shape, warrior." Orson ordered the smaller creature, piting the human form, for all its weakness. The command seemed to garner a responce from Nathiel's body, as it quickly began to shift into his feral form. His finger's became claws, and his face elongated into a maw. His tail grew from his spin, and his feet reshaped into the paws of a killer. His clothes teared appart at the seems, even the tough level IV bullet proof armour tore appart under the stress, the internal shift attacking its weakest links. The wertiger assumed its feral form, and seemed even more intent on killing the shaman who successfully resserected it.
"Jesus wasn't such a basterd when he was reserected." Hippocampus said coldly, noting the feral rage within the creatures eyes, "He had more peace of spirit, and look how he died. Tortured, beaten, and displayed for the townsfolk."
"You speak of such things as though you were there." Orson interjected, looking at Hippocompus' eyes, noting the aged look. "You are not that old."
"No, no, not even vampires are that old." The other lycan responded. "They ate eachother to death."
"Only so far as we know." Responded the wisest of the Shamans. "Do you regret death, or life, Tiger of the woods?" No responce other than a feral growl. "I guess you are not the man I thought you were, but merely the animal."
"What should we do with him?" Orson asked.
"Use him as we were. He is Nathaniel McLoad, the only Lycan to successfully kill a vampire older than himself." The wise one responded. "If we are to have peace in out lands, we shall need his bravery." Turning his head towards the deeper woods, "The Wolves do not have the strength to battle the ancients; thus, we have fewer options. My people are not soldiers, so we are limited to the feral races. The bears are too few, the tigers are hiding, and you Hippocampus, I am not even sure of what you are."
"A hippopotamus, an African creature." Hippocampus replied.
"African?" The old shaman responed, "Sounds southern. How do you fare in our winters?"
"I survive." The werehippo smirked.
"Come my fellow Lycan, we must continue our casting. The evening grows thin, and we have to finish the ritual or all will be for not... He needs new armour and new weapons to fight in this era. The Great Wars took a toll on him, and his service to the Great Hunter Stalin drained him of his youth. The magicks of his generation are waxing, so we must wane him some new powers." Stormcrow insisted.
"How?" Orson asked.
"Through genetics. Here, get him on my helicopter and we shall reconstruct him from within." Stormcrow insisted, indicating the small frieght chopper nearby, guarded by several other wereravens.
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 9:42 pm
"Release the hound." Stormcrow said with some ire, as thunder roared behind him.
"Do you mean the tiger?" Orson asked, his deep voice echoing in the room that held the three shamans and the two grunts.
"Indeed."
"Why?"
"To see what will happen, maybe he will regain some of his human nature back."
"I think it is lost." Hippocampus responded to the former statement.
"Nothing is lost, when one never died."
"He was still alive?"
"Do you really think we can raise the dead?"
"But you said our ancesters resurected Jesus!"
"Do you believe everything you hear?" Stormcrow responded.
"I was there!" Hippocampus declaired.
"Where you really?"
"I... I don't know." The werehippo responded.
"That is because you have forgotten many things over the years, but remember some. We are not human, we are not animal. We are both, yet neither. How is that possible?" Stormcrow asked the other two.
"I don't know." Orson answered slowly.
"Nor do I." Added Hippocampus.
"Nor do I." Finished Stormcrow.
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Posted: Fri Oct 14, 2005 12:33 pm
The lycans walked from room to room, looking at all the amazing machinery used to amplify the tiger. Machines that made beeps, machines that made bings, machines that made coffee... They were mostly foriegn to these wilder folk, and wound rather not deal with them at all...
But there was one fact that made them reconsider their raciest hatred of mecha... The vampires were being beaten by it.
When the wildest of the Lycans opened their eyes to this fact, they began to see the potential of such things, along with other less vampire oriented goals along with it.
Strains of trees that were strong enough to withstand steel blades for one, and grains that could feed entire villages was another. Though, most lycan enjoy fresh uncooked meat, that meat must come from somewhere... Thus, the cattle industry showed them that they could produce enough meat in a few short months to feed entire cities. That really tiped the scale in favour of tech, but that didnt lessen the taint of smoke and fires.
The machines were not natural, they were as artifical as the vampires ( in the lycan''s eyes ) and made them feel as hypocrites abusing a church. They felt that though there goals were noble as the wilds, the methods were as cursed as the demons.
Most lycans were left out of the loop, many retaining their natural habitats, but unfortunately for those colonies, the sway of industrialization invades there homes. They must either adapt to these growing abonomations, or be consumed by them. Many tribes were consumed, many adapt, and more remain blissfully unaware that machines even exist.
The lucky few lycans don't even know vampires exist.
Unfortunately for the rest of the world, machinery is a great part of everyday life, which means, everyday life must take machinery into account for all things...
Thus, here stands three ancient Lycans who would rather eat their own legs than be part of the modern world, using everything the modern has...
The discrace will be legendary, but to their hope it would remain part of legend instead of being obliterated like the rest of lycan society.
"What do you think this button does?" Orson asked Stormcrow.
"I believe if you press it, you will get tab."
"What is tab?"
"Some kind of drink I supose." Stormcrow responded.
"You are really the head of orginized gambling?"
"Well, just in ten states."
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