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 Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 11:32 am
Shrehifo has called forth his minions under this bright full night. The first out of every month. He knew they all return to him....except one...one wont return due to sickness. Poor dragithon...sick beyond belief....cant move. Shrehifo would help him if he knew the medicine would work on him, but this kind of sickness wasnt to be cured and rest is the best trick. But he wasnt waiting for him he was waiting for the faith and unfaithfull minions. Both brothers, both made by wolf. Oh Ludolf and Miroslav, he wonderful minions. One was always trying to please him, please him to no end. But that was not need, for his loyalty was enough. But..the other one, the one that got away, he longed to see him in his hut. The days he waited until that night he calls them back to his hut for his bidding.
The night turned colder and the bright moon was in the sky. He took in a big breath and yelled, "Minions, oh my minions, come forth on this night to Shrehifo!" Only his minions can hear his voice at this night, the language they speak is what i think it is.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 12:01 pm
Ludolf was running quietly yet swiftly though the wooded area a good distance away from his master's home. He felt the need to run and test how fast and how quiet he could move but now and then he will hit a rogue twig only to leave crack noise under his paws. As he kept running about he heard the sound of his master's voice ring out among the woods. "He calls." He said and rushed his way towards his master's hut kicking up some of the soft dirt along the way.
When he reached the hut he slowed his speed and walked up towards his master. He gives and head bow to him showing his respect to him. "You called Master?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 12:22 pm
The moon above was full and bright, and, as ever, the corrupted light of the daytime star was waiting to stop Miroslav in his tracks. He had been hiding between the roots of a tree all day, just so that when the sun set, he could gain a few precious minutes before the whole wood was illuminated by the moon. Minions, oh, my minions, come forth on this night to Shrehifo!
The words were a gunshot to Miroslav's ears and hooks into his legs. The words compelled him out of the roots of the tree, no matter how hard he tried, and the moon caught him in its icy grip. He felt his back arch and the fur grow thicker, struggled to wriggle out of his clothes before they were ripped. He had given up, long ago, resisting the transformation. Resistance only makes it worse. His paws grew larger and his gaze grew narrower as the last of his resistance fell away.
The master calls. I must go to the master. With that thought, Miroslav the scrawny brown werewolf took off at a dead sprint, leaping over roots and gullies until he could see the hut ahead. He skidded to a halt and slunk through the entrance way. In his normal state, he would have resisted, but as a wolf, he had no choice. Shrehifo was the alpha, and no omega could resist his urging. "Master?" he whined, sinking to the floor and rolling on his back submissively.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 1:23 pm
He Sat back in his chair. 'That is right come forth to master.' He smirked as that thought ran in his head. He tied his long black hair back behind him and went through his napsack around his waist. He had an akward meeting with Ebony a couple nights ago. Her words twisted in his head. He couldnt stand her. But how to get her to understand that Miroslav is his she would never get...NEVER. Tonight he was planning on the battle the battle for Miroslav.His blood, his wolf, his kill. The kill that he made to make Miroslav and Ludolf. His children....But more his minions, he did what they wanted of course.
As they rushed in he stood up and glanced at them. "Welcome my minions welcome. I have called you on this night for gather things...I need fresh blood from anything you kill, i need wolfsbane. Ludolf I need you to deliever a message to Ebony...Miroslav kidnapper..tell her she is the most wonderful women around...Smirks all around to her...give her the evil eye... then say its from Shrehifo the almighty. She will understand. Then get out and fly like the wind to help your brother collect the herbs, the herbs like you two were made, i need more. Also i need almost every plant leaf you can find. You both know how to collect bring them to me." He layed out bottles upon bottles with labels of herbs. He then layed out a trunk. "He glanced at them, "this trunk is for bones and dirt. I want bones of live animals and their surrounding dirt, make sure some of their crap is with it.. It makes a good mindless minion for battle.." He sighed. "We might be going into war..Might but i rather be prepared then sorry." He looked at them. "Once you have returned, i will reward you with the most amazing reward of all. GO NOw and return fast. You have 5 hours to come back with everything. Any questions?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 1:32 pm
Ebony? The nice cat lady? In his normal state, Miroslav would have shrieked out against the threat to the noodle he now considered his mother. But as it was, his mind was clouded. That's what his wolf form did to him; stripped him of his resistance until he was naked, helpless against Shrehifo's bidding. He rolled back onto his paws, nodding vigorously. Kill, maim, bring back the offerings...everything his master said made perfect sense! The cat lady...she was important somehow, but that was his brother's duty, not his. He had to bring things back for the master, then he would...
He will WHAT?! his fox-mind, all but forgotten, screamed. What is his reward? Every time he promises a great reward, it's a reward for himself!
No. Master is great. He is the alpha, and omega must do what alpha says! he told himself in reply. Wagging his tail, he nodded vigorously. "Yes, master!" he yipped. Miroslav will bring back prey!" With that, he turned on his heel and raced out of the hut into the woods once more. Now he felt on edge; now he felt his muscles electrified. Every sound around him was intense and magnified. Every scent brought new promise. A deer off in the distance! Silently, he took off after it. Master will be pleased!
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 1:46 pm
Ludolf gave a cold glare at Miroslav. The traitor deserved punishment worse than death in his eyes but it was not in his hands but his master's. With a snort towards him he looks up at his master and listened to the orders he was given.
"Give Ebony your message, Help collect herbs, and collect bones and dirt around in the trunk. That is your wishes Master? If so then it will be done at great haste." He said calmly with a bow of his head. He felt like rewards was not needed but only his master's praise is the greatest reward of all to him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 23, 2010 4:20 pm
Shrehifo smiled as the two left the hut. He had so little time to make everything prefect for the two or shall i say three. His plans were long and hard details...Something about miroslav and putting him in his place. He sat back down un his chair and channeled his mind through the world. Relaxation is the key to any great mind.
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Posted: Fri Sep 24, 2010 9:20 am
There were so few predators in these woods that the deer was unaware of his presence until Miroslav rushed at it and grabbed it by the throat. He would have ripped its throat, but he hesitated, struggling to pin the deer down with his paws. The master had said the bones of live animals, right? Or did he mean the bones of animals that had been alive shortly before? Bring it back. Kill it later if need be, Master is waiting! He grinned through his mouthful of flesh and dragged the still flailing deer through the woods back to his master's hut, carefully banging its head against a rock on the way to knock it unconscious. That should stun it for a while. The master would know what to do with it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 27, 2010 1:05 pm
Ludolf left without his question answered without any remarks about it and ran off in search of the sorceress known as Ebony. He thought many times if he should shift to his more wolf form but rather meet her on fairer terms. He was only a messenger after all and had no need to rile her up any more than what the message sent may do.
After about two hours of searching about he caught what smelled like her nearby and charged his way towards the smell. It did not take too long to reach her and gave a evil smirk. "I am sure you heard me coming but I am here to give you no harm. I message I bring to you." He cleared his throat as he walked around her with a evil look. "You are the most beautiful woman around." He stopped in front of her with a smirk. "From Shrehifo the almightly" With that said turned and ran off leaving thr sorcess to deal with the message sent. Ludolf had do the other commands he could do with the time he had left and felt like too much time was spent looking for the 'witch' to give her the message.
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 8:55 pm
The deer was secured at the hut, its head shoved underneath a tree root so it could not escape. There would be time to finish it off later, once it had soiled the ground around it in fear. But the master wanted wolfsbane, and wolfsbane Miroslav would find, because Miro was a good wolf! Shaking himself out and panting in mindless glee, he took off through the woods once more, leaping over roots and fallen limbs to the moist clearings where the herb grew.
The sound of an owl hooting in the distance gave him pause, and he looked around nervously. No one there. He could smell no one. Turning back towards the flowers, he crept forward and grabbed a bunch of the herbs. Instantly, the smell slammed into his nose. Perhaps it would not have been so strong if not for his werewolf form. The smell was so powerful it hurt. With a whimper and a growl, he viciously tore the herbs out of the ground and ran back to the hut. If he had been capable of it, he would have prayed that he would be on time and get back before the wolfsbane started to hurt him.
Back at the hut, he dropped the herbs delicately in a pile and sat down, looking around for what to do next.
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