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Post by Crow on Feb 21, 2008 12:20:35 GMT -5
He just shook his head, "You know....don't you? Don't worry, I'm not about to attack what's likely some of the only kin I have. Even the girl has no continued busness with me, unless one of you would like to tell her."
*I wonder if they're actually going to tell her.....or if she means enough to them to help her......* He thought
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Post by Crow on Feb 21, 2008 0:49:41 GMT -5
Over the night Bastian had had one hell of a time. He killed well over two thirds of the small village and only had a small wound from a pitchfork. He figured that it would be a good idea to leave before someone asked him to pray for the dead.
He always did hate it when that happened. By the time he walked out of the village, he was in his human form and trailing a bit of blood from the gash in his side. He walked through some brush and eventually through a bush to see an unusual trio, all looking at him.
Then he saw the girl that had the cross. He remembered they were staring and said, "Uh, hello. You wouldn't happen to be from the village, would you? There was the most horrid attack last night, and up look like you might have had a bit of trouble." He smelled somthing, they were lycans! The girl even had the beginnings of the curse. He figured he may as well play the unknowing traveler untill they found out that small detail.
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Post by Crow on Feb 19, 2008 16:53:34 GMT -5
Bastian burst into the girl's room and looked around, seeing the two girls laying on the bed. A nice moment, but he had never been nice, had he?
He grabbed the smaller one and ripped her out of the bed, litterally tearing her appart when he did so. With that done, all that was left was the girl. A poor meal, but it would amount to somthing. He jumped onto the bed and moved in to bite her, but as he reached over he sharply retracted his claw, feeling the burn as he foolishly grabbed the silver cross.
He growled and jumped back, glaring at the girl, "Little wretch! Consider yourself fortunate you had that cross!" He howled loudly and jumped out the window to stand in the center of the village. He saw a smaller werewolf attacking the second one and stood there curious, "No control, an utter wreck? Definitely a bitten."
He ran to the next house and proceded to rip the occupants to pieces, not even bothering to keep quiet this time. They didn't know who he might be, so he may as well enjoy himself.
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Post by Crow on Feb 19, 2008 12:39:13 GMT -5
"I would, but I'd rather not. I'm getting rather tired from my journey, and god knows a man has his limits. Could you please show me to my room?" As expected, the one girl got up and guided him in after a hiss or somthing from her step-mother. Maybe he would kill the bloated whore first. He thanked the girl as she showed him the room and closed the door behind her, waiting for the moon to come out in full.
When he felt the usual sence of elation he knew it was time. He took off his gloves and hooked them onto his necklace, for some reason his gloves were the only thing that didn't change with him. Then it happened, and he changed. It was hard, but he was able to supress the usual howl. At this point he noticed the scent of another werewolf but ignored it as a simple bitten wolf. He made his way down the house, coming to the parents room, looking like nothing less than a shadow of death. He walked in to see the two asleep. Easy prey as he ripped out their throats with his claws.
He moved onto the next room, the one belonging to the two boys. He killed the first one quietly, and the second one was kept quiet by a claw over the mouth as he was dragged into the guest room. That's when his head was practically ripped off by Bastian's large jaws. Then, after enough blood went over the floor, he dropped his cross on the ground. Anyone who saw it would think that he was dragged away as food. He went back and deposited the Corpse before walking out again and heading for the little girl's room. This would have to go perfectly, if there was but a single whitness, the wandering priest might become under suspicion.
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Post by Crow on Feb 18, 2008 15:11:13 GMT -5
(Alright, may as well)
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Post by Crow on Feb 18, 2008 14:53:59 GMT -5
"I was headed to a nearby town and didn't quite make it today." He shifted in his seat, "And I'm sorry about your father. It's such a shame when those things happen. But he is in a better place now."
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Post by Crow on Feb 18, 2008 14:30:21 GMT -5
"Father Bastian. At your service my child." He said. "Thank you for the room. You're truly a life saver. I doubt I would have made the night."
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Post by Crow on Feb 18, 2008 14:16:03 GMT -5
"Ah, yes you may. Might you know of a place I may stay the night? The full moon is coming and I doubt I can reach my destination before nightfall. And I'm afraid that the last thing I would wish to do is fill the stomach of a werewolf tonight." He had a kind and calm expression on his face. Just what you'd expect from a priest, and he knew it.
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Post by Crow on Feb 18, 2008 1:29:26 GMT -5
Bastian walked along the pathways, in a cheery mood for one of the few times in his life. Some say he was only happy once a month. Apparently this was that day. He made his way down the path to a small farm at just past noon. It looked like this was just part of a smaller village, but he would think about that detail later.
He walked up to the door of what looked like the house and knocked. Any in the house would recognise him as a priest. If he had his way it would stay like that untill tonight.
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Post by Crow on Feb 29, 2008 13:37:37 GMT -5
The bard watched, laughing and cheering at the sight of the girl destroying the nine attackers. That was until she fell over just after. He cursed and picked her up, keeping the lute over his back.
He walked to an inn, a different one than the one he had trashed and ordered a room, setting her down in it. He set her weapons to the side, just incase she wanted to kill him after getting up. While she was sleeping, he was sitting on a chair strumming chords on his lute.
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Post by Crow on Feb 22, 2008 14:42:01 GMT -5
The bard was sitting a nearby roof, listening in. "This is getting good...." he muttered, just before leaning back a little bit too far and falling to land just behind the pair. His hat floated down behind him, landing just to the side. He grabbed it, put it on and started brushing himself off. He chuckled nervously, "Uh, evening! How's everyone doing?"
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Post by Crow on Feb 19, 2008 12:16:22 GMT -5
"Oh right, leave the guy in purple....." He put a finger to his cell door and simply pushed it over before walking out. "If you didn't know, they aren't there. They're much too worried about the dragon sitting outside." Sure enough, outside the window was the dragon. Another of his illusions most likley. By the time they looked back he was already around the corner and walking away.
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Post by Crow on Feb 18, 2008 16:34:38 GMT -5
A man in purple ran screaming through her vision with guards in pursuit. He could still be heard after he left her sight. Ten minuites later he gets dragged in by some of the guards and tossed in a cell. He shouts and curses at the guards multiple times before settling down for a minuite. Then a guard came by, "So, why'd you do it?"
"Boredom mostly."
"Now that's hardly an excuse....."
"Neither is running away because of that." He said, pointing to somthing behind the guard. The guard turned and saw the most hideous demon imaginable before turning and running for his life. The bard fell over laughing as the illusion disapeared. "Never even got a chance to take my weapons! idiots...."
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Post by Crow on Feb 16, 2008 12:57:44 GMT -5
The unusual man was jumping from table to table as angry bouncers tried to rip him off. He was strumming his lute and singing a rather out of the way tune that was just hectic enough to make the scene look comical. He soon got bored of the tables however and started skipping over the bouncer's heads like stones in a river. When he jumped off the last one he did a 180 spin in the air, putting the lute to the last guy's head with that strange noise only a string instrument could make. He laughed, "Thank you! You've been a great audience! Goodnight!" He bowed and suddenly sidestepped to let the man trying to tackle him open the door, which he did with a loud crash. He ran out of the bar and walked down the street, drawing stares from all over due to his unusual clothes. *Not a more typical show.....more for fun I suppose* He thought, as he made his way down the street wondering that the hell he was supposed to do now.
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Post by Crow on Mar 21, 2008 21:24:52 GMT -5
As if to answer his question, her cellphone rang. When she picked it up the voice only said, "You have about fifteen minuites at lunch. I'm going to stick around to make sure they don't open the presents early." Before it hung up.
In the teachers lounge he looked at the packages. He had no idea a german sheopard could be that heavy.......They would wake up from the mild sedatives in a few hours, which left him to relax until lunch. The few teachers that walked in during the day just took the, "Sorry, I'm not supposed to open these yet" excuse.
(Just giving you guys time to work things out is all)
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