DemonDude2
Lord
Registration Date: 11-18-2008
Posts: 483
Location: United Counties of Ireland :D
Race in game: Absorber
Clan: >:D
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ORIGINAL
The visit in the wolfish lair was passing in an idyllic atmosphere. Werewolves, brutal and savage by nature, after several duels with you, accepted you into their pack. There were no great politics or constant wars in here, unlike in most of the lairs of the Transformed in the City.
With every passing year, your son occupied higher and higher positions in the pack, first streaks of grey hair started to appear in his hair. Implacable time marked also his figure, his strong arms were a bit lowered and his back hunched.
Time was running, marking everyone around you, but avoiding like a sea wave avoiding rocks on a beach. Violet clouds were wandering in the sky. Stronger and stronger wind was tugging your cape.
A gale struck you unexpectedly. A moment later is started to hail, it was the size of hen eggs. You were very surprised at the sight of the lump of ice that had fallen just next to you: it was the size of a man`s fist. Screams of pain and bewilderment, occasional at first, began to intensify. You clenched your teeth with pain when one of the missiles hit your arm and then, following the first one, many more balls of ice started striking your body. One of the nearby houses collapsed under the barrage of icy missiles, in another gaped a 15 inch hole. Near the tent of the shaman a large group of wolfmen gathered. They were armed to their teeth when the attack had started. You were surprised to see a very comely girl standing at the door of the tent.
`There`, he said and pointed at south-west, `seek and destroy.`
A pack of werewolves, the size of a grizzly bear, ran in the given direction. When you reached the place of the battle it was hard to believe that the shapes in red togas had once been humans.
Once of items caught your attention.
When you returned to the village, you stood terrified at the proportions of the destruction. None of the buildings remained whole, several people were lying dead in pools of blood, their limbs crashed and backbones broken. Some of those with only flesh wounded helped to bandage those with more severe injuries.
`Someone is going to pay for this`, you thought.
`You`re right, blood will be spilled`, said the shaman, reading your mind perfectly.
MY VERSION
Your presence in the lycan camp wasn't going unnoticed. Brutal and savage by nature they forced you into several unfair battles one after the other. As you struck down annother adversairy, a larger beast walked over to you and accepts you into their pack.
With every passing year, you returned to see (your childs name) in a higher position within the pack. This time you noticed the first few streaks of grey hair starting to appear in his hair. The cruel master of time marking his figure, his strong arms were lowered and his back hunched. You looked around the camp to see the mark of time effecting the entire pack, but avoiding you like a wave avoiding rocks on a beach. Since your arrival the winds were strong, causing the violet clouds to swirl around and explore the sky, stronger and stronger winds started tuging at your cape.
A powerful gale of wind struck you unexpectedly, A moment later is started to hail rocks the size of eggs. You were very surprised at the sight of the lump of ice that had fallen just next to you: it was the size of a man`s fist. Screams of pain and bewilderment began to intensify. You clenched your teeth with pain when one of the missiles hit your arm and then, following the first one, many more balls of ice started striking your body. One of the nearby houses collapsed under the unnatural barrage of ice, in another you saw a single rockcrack upon the house, stricking it in two. Most of the wolfmen had gathered near the shamans tent, already armed when the barrage had started. You were surprised to see a very attractive girl standing at the door of the tent.
`There`, she said and pointed out of the camp, `Seek and Destroy.`
A pack of werewolves, each the size of a bear, quickly ran out of the camp. When you reached the battle it was hard to believe that the shapes in red garbs had once been humans. One of the items caught your attention.
When you returned to the village, you stood terrified at the sight of such destruction. None of the buildings remained intact, several people were lying dead in pools of blood that ran through the camp, their limbs smashed and backs broken. Those less injured, including (your childs name) helped to bandage those with more severe injuries.
`Someone is going to pay for this`, you thought.
`You`re right, blood will be spilled`, said the shaman, reading your mind perfectly.
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This post has been edited 1 time(s), it was last edited by DemonDude2: 01-02-2009 17:37.
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