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A Mystery Unleashed Playground 12 |
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Wolfie |
Jun 23 2005, 01:32 AM
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Mage

Joined: 14-March 05
From: Dublin, Ireland

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[quote=MerGirl]Celia pulled the small toddler after her, grateful for the help the others had been.
She hoped they would not collapse from exhaustion. That would be bad.
She ran towards Serene, gasping as the attacks continued from behind. She ran into the cramped confines of the cave. She held out her hands to the frightened Triel, trying to get her to enter the cave. When Triel kept resisting, Celia grew frustrated and carried the girl in, instead. "Now, stay here."
She walked to Serene's side, looking on. She clutched her arm, still gasping. She smiled at Serene and continued keeping watch in front of the cave.[/quote]
OOC: eh...................Serene isn't in the cave, she's outside with Jonacin a bit away from the rest of the group........
Jonacin spun aside from another attack, and retaliated with a thrust of his sword. He was rewarded with a shrill howl as the werewolf was disembowelled. He was suddenly knocked forwards as another werewolf clawed at his back, thankfull ythe ebony armour withstood the blow. He spun around and whipped his sword across the beasts face, causing it to fall back with a near hman shriek of agony. He followe dthrough with a thrust to the heart, and turned to see if there were any more werewolves left
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 D�anaim smaoineamh, d� bhr� sin, t�im ann - Descartes Only the dead have seen the end of war ~ Plato Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G.K. Chesterton EnsamVarg
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Red |
Jun 23 2005, 03:33 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 29-May 05
From: If you're lucky, sometimes I'm here.

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Shakur watched as the last of the known of werewolves died. He walked back to the cave, and saw a werewolf hiding in the tree. He started to yell "Werewo-" but he chocked. The beast had salivated down into his mouth. He chocked and spat, but there was no hope. Once its in you, its in you. The beast jumped from tree to tree, and retreated knowing he would lose. Shakur walked back to the group. "For all of us that are infected, we have a gift wrapped in a curse wrapped in a riddle. We could keep our gift and use it to attack our enemies, but we would become uncontrolable, untamed and strange. We have three days to decide how our lives will go on. Choose wisely".
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//LEFT ARM PULLS TRIGGER, RIGHT ARM SHRUGS SHOULDER//TRANSMISSION ENDED
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Dantrag |
Jun 23 2005, 04:14 AM
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Councilor

Joined: 13-February 05
From: The cellar of the fortress of the fuzz

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[quote=MerGirl](OOC: Maybe the rest of them sort of retreated, but are still sneaking around, hiding, but still watching us?)
Celia noticed Sel running towards her. She waved and ran to him, a concerned look on her face. She inspected him closely for any wounds, cuts, or injuries. "Are you allright?"[/quote]
Sel nodded. "Fine, just a few minor scratches, but for the infection."
He could feel the power inside him, wanting him to give in to it, it was so...tempting. But it was a 'power' he did not want.
He looked to Shakur. "I want to be rid of this..curse. And if nobody here can do it, I will get to Mournhold to find someone who can."
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"Its when murder is justice that martyrs are made"
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Aki |
Jun 23 2005, 04:57 AM
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Mouth

Joined: 10-March 05

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Sopme of the group would notice Fenris seemed to be missing, and the sounds of battle coulds till be faintly heard in the distance. Further away, Fenris could be vaguely seen, doing combat with one Werewolf, heavily wounded. Closer up, his expressions and actions were clearer.
The Werewolf charged at him, and he weariling ducked to the side, mind bogglingly, his sword wasn't blooddy, and still at his side, nor was he using his voice, as if he didn't wish for harm to befall the Wolf. It turned, snarling and this time Fenris couldn't dodge, the beast bowled him over, fangs tearing into the forearm he had brought up to keep its jaws off his neck. His face wasn't his usuall feirce determination, it looked defeated, unwilling to fight. His other fist came up, striking the Werewolf across the face and knocking it on its' back. Fenris pinned it to the ground, drawing back for a half-hearted strike. He hesitated, his face darkening and looking distraught. "Anara..." he whispered, a look of recognition flared briefly i nthe Werewolff's eyes, before it used its superior strengtth to claw Fenris across the face.
The Tongue fell onto his back, and felt the Werewolf place its' foot/paw on his chest, a drawing back to strike. By the light of the moon, it was clearly visible. The Werewolf had grey fur, but the edges of it seemed to have a ghostly red, that seemed to be there and yet not. Also, one could tell it was a female Werewolf. Fenris just barely managed to stop the claw as it came down, but the Werewolf applied more pressure. He felt his muscle strain, bone beegin to break. No mortal man could match the strength of a Werewolf. Fenris was far from an exception. "Sis...please..." he pleaded.
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 "You’ve put up a good fight, but I’m through playing. Now I’m going to kick your [censored] and tell of my glory under the next full moon. Die well.”
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