A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)
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				Title: <strong>A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>03-04-2016, 23:46:59</strong>
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				These tracks were still fresh. Not surprising, since the charcoaled village was not yet cold either. Sir Maelor Griffin looked up at the stars, but more importantly, at the moon, waxing, and close to full. “The tracks are definitely those of the moon-shifting werewolves.” He observed to his longbowmen. “Not the civilized breed of Roman antiquity, neither. These are bloodied savages who shall have to be put down like the rabid dogs they are.” The speaker was young for a knight, especially for an elven knight, being a mere six-and-twenty, but had earned his position for his valor in the last Sidhe War. He stood much taller than the human yeomen archers working for him, nearly six-and-a-half feet, in fact. His brilliant blond hair, long and tied back, along with his emerald-green eyes, strangely pale skin, and smooth, beardless chin, nearly as sharply cut as his blade-like ears, all marked him as an archetype of his race, the very visage than humans imagined when they thought of the long-lived, once reclusive race. Unnaturally handsome thought he was, perhaps even ‘pretty’, his features lacked the softness of the feminine, as did the lean, hard lines of his body, apparent even under the chain mail and leather of the archer. At his back was a bow of a full seven feet in length, a monstrous thing of enchanted silver yew.<br><br>One of the longbowmen grimaced. “I fear that I must remind thy lordship that our supply of silvered arrows is very limited. If these beasts number too high, we will be in dire straits.” Although quite the height of the elf, the human was also tall and powerfully built, with broad shoulders and huge arms, exceeding the elf’s wiry muscles in sheer power, though not in the subtler arts of the arcane.<br><br>The elven knight nodded. “Indeed. We will have to move with caution, and pray that God continues to be with us this night as He has since those dark days of the Sidhe Invasion. Remember ye those times? When the pagan fae of deathly winter poured through the holes in the world to lay waste to all the God-Fearing lands of Prydain? These werewolves are no match for such as they. The savage moon-bound lack the intellect and subtleties of the Sidhe. Thou all hast fought much worse than these.” His eyes traveled along the tracks, heading off to the east. “Say thine prayers to God and gird thy selves as men, for tonight we hunt the wolf in his den. For the vengeance of God is with us this night!”<br><br>With that, the ten archers set their faces towards the eastern sky, where dawn would eventually release the world from darkness, and set out as silently as hawks, following the trail of destruction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>04-04-2016, 22:38:54</strong>
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				The smell of smoke still linger in the air and on her fur along with the fresh scent of blood on it. Her green wolvens eyes glowed as she quickly chase her prey through the woods. There were a few villagers that had managed to escape into the forest, but that didn't make them more safe. The woods were her territory and she knew them well very little creek to each small den and cave. She sniff the air and caught their scent which was strong meaning she was gaining on them. She ran on all four, she strong paw hands guiding her way through the forest.<br><br>Her dark black fur make it perfect for her to hunt at night, for she blend into the darkness of the night. The only time you were able to see her is when she step into the moonlight that fur had a soft silk look to it, giving off a soft shinning look. Her fur was rather long for a werewolf, it made it clear that she was indeed a female wolf and her features were still animal like all but having still her lady features. <br><br>She ran past the creek and came upon her prey just a few feet away from her, in which she lowered herself to the ground, making herself blend into the darkness before slowly sneaking up on them. When they were in reach she bounced on them and attacked them, using her claws and sharp teeth. The villagers hadn't put up much of a fight, one did get her with a small dagger but not enough to make a serious wound. She stood over the dead body of her prey knowing that this were the last of the villagers, she tore into the bodies and enjoyed the feast.<br><br>Faolan had no control when she turned, nor would she remember which at times like this she was glad for. She always did found out what she had done from the tales from the other villages when she would travel. The feeling of knowing that she had slaughtered a whole village never made it easy for her but it would have been worst if she remembered it all. However if she were to remember, that would mean she would be able to control the beast more, which did happen at times, she would haves controls but lately she had been losing herself to the beast and had been a killing spree, moving from village to village killing everything in her path.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 02:47:52</strong>
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				"How many of the wolves?" Yeoman Rhys, a burly, black-bearded archer, asked Sir Maelor.<br><br>The elven knight looked over the tracks again. They had followed them for quite a ways, but it still was not clear how many of the foes there really were. He frowned. "Between five and ten, I would think." He said slowly. "A hunting party, then. I see among them a mix of born and created wolves, but more than that eludes my knowledge. These might be the marks of an isolated pack, or an entire tribe." He sighed. "God has not yet given to me more knowledge. Only warnings."<br><br>"Do you not have some Art with which to read the tracks?" One of the archers, Cranog, asked hesitantly.<br><br>The elf shook his head. "Normally, yes, but not against the moon-touched ones. They are strange beasts, born of savage magics, and their presence interferes with my Sight. It takes years of training to see through the chaos surrounding them."<br><br>"My lord! Another village!" Berian called to the others. <br><br>The other four archers and Sir Maelor followed the man's gestures. "I had hoped the smell was lingering from the devastation we just left." Sir Maelor said softly. "It seems that we are not so fortunate. God rest those poor souls." Then, his green eyes sharpened, and he stared into the darkness. There was a woman, wandering with a dazed look of horror on her features. "A survivor!" He called to the others. Spreading his long legs, he sprinted towards her.
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>05-04-2016, 03:18:11</strong>
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				Faolan stood there over the bodies as she lick her lips, cleaning the blood off of it when she felt a sharp pain. Before she knew it her body was changing back, she fell to her knees and allowed the painful change to happen. Soon she opened her eyes to see her human hands and they were covered in blood and dirt. She slowly took deep breath, the change always took so much out of her and she raised her head only to see a dead torn body just a foot away from her.<br><br>She quickly back away from it, only to stumble on another body, that she gasp and covered her mouth. She knew she had caused this and she felt sick to her stomach, it was then she heard movement in the distance. She panicked and quickly looked for some clothes, she grabbed one of the women she had killed their torn dress and slipped it on and hiss in oain as she looked at the cut on her arm which she covered with her hand seeing as it was bleeding from the change.<br><br>She knew she had to get out of her and started to slowly walk away until she tripped over other body and she saw how just young this one was. She quickly picked herself off the ground and looked all around until she heard voices. She could see all the bodies that she had torn apart and feed on and her hands were shaking. She heard someone yell a survivor and saw someone making their way to her&nbsp; "Please...please." she said to them, she was trying to find her voice but it was hard at the moment. "There all over." She said before her knees gave out from under her due to the change. It had done a great deal on her this time, the longer she was the beast the more weak she was when she changed back.
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				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 00:30:02</strong>
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				Sir Maelor moved fast, but not enough to catch her when the woman began to fall. Fortunately, she only fell to her knees.<br><br>Catching up to her, he looked over the woman. An obvious cut on her arm, bleeding rather badly, a torn, bloodstained dress, a generally disheveled appearance. She smelled of human and werewolf both, as much as he could tell either of those scents, but mostly of smoke and blood. Her distress was definitely not an act. The cut seemed to be from a blade, or more likely, a single claw. She had had a narrow escape indeed.&nbsp; "Stay calm, miss." He said gently. "We are here to help you." He turned to his men. "Search the town for clues and any other survivors." He glanced back towards the trail they had run by. "This was not done by the wolves we were tracking, but by another group. Probably from the same pack."<br><br>While the archers went off to search the ruins, faces pale as they did, Sir Maelor pulled out the bandages. "I am no sage, but I do know a little of the healing arts." He said in a calm tone. "Now, stay still and I can get this wound cleaned and dressed." If she allowed him, he would run a wet cloth over the cut and then bind it. "Now, young miss, what can you tell us of this attack? How many of them were there, and what direction did they head in?"
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 00:47:38</strong>
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				Faolan coudln't believed she had killed those people, she just stayed there on the ground on her knees. She soon heard footstep reach her and soon voices. She looked up at the figure and notice right away that he was an elf, she didn't see much of his kind but when she did, it mostly cost her. She had been a few times by their arrows which had caused her so much pain.<br><br>She heard him telling him to stay calm and that they were to help. She knew they fought she was a survivor but they were so wrong, for she had been the whole cause of it. Her body was shaken seeing as it was a cold night and she no longer had her fur to keep her warm. She heard him give orders but didn't really pay attention to them for she knew they weren't going to find the attack while she was in human form.<br><br>Hearing that he wanted to heal her, she quickly backed away from him, fear writing all over her face. "No, please don't touch me." She said as she held her arm which was causing her pain. She looke down at the cut and knew it needed to be clean but the truth she was scared he would find out just who she was but her arm was really hurting her and she slowly held out her arm to him. Upon hearing his question about the attack she looked down at the ground for she didn't have an answer for him. "I don't know, it all happened so fast, the last thing I remember is the bodies." She said pointed behind them to the dead bodies in the distance.
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				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 01:20:06</strong>
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				The woman pulled her injured arm away from him. A cloud passed over Sir Maelor's face. Was she merely traumatized, or was something else at work here? He looked over her carefully with his sharp, emerald eyes. The woman would notice that his eyes were subtly different from those of a human, vaguely resembling something between those of a human and those of a cat. Here in the moonlight it was not too apparent, but in brighter light it would be very obvious. He carefully examined her again, then handed her the bandage. "I understand that you are afraid, but I am here to help." He said simply. This woman did not act like a werewolf. But she could be a new one. He would have to be on his guard.<br><br>Berian strode up. "A different group entirely." He assented. "Probably two, four at most. The tracks are very muddled. We cannot find where they lead away. Well, unless it was one of the many human tracks running away, but it is still moonlit right now. The shapechangers would still be in wolf form."<br><br>"That is the most likely scenario." Sir Maelor agreed. He stood up, offering his hand to the woman. "Come, miss. We can get you to a safer location."
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 01:42:02</strong>
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				Faolan watch as he tended to her arm, she was terrified of him finding out, that she keeped her gaze down so he coudln't meet her forest green eyes.&nbsp; When he had finished bandaging her up, she gently set her arn back down but looked at his handy work. She had to admit he had done a better job then she would have. "Thank you." She said softly as she pulled the dress closer to her and she noticed how bloody and clawed up it was. She was sure some of the dress exposed her and she curled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. It covered her and hide her frame them.<br><br>She sat there listening to the talk about how many wolves they believed there was. She knew the answer to that one but she wasn't about to tell them that. She knew most of her pack had moved on and well she had lost control and went on a killing spree yet again and he buried her face into her knees.<br><br>Hearing that they were departing, she lift her gaze to see an hand offered to help her up. With her shaken hand, she gently took his hand and stood up with his help. Her legs still feeling weak but she would be able to walk.
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				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 03:04:29</strong>
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				While Sir Maelor noted that the woman refused to meet his gaze, he chalked it up to her continued fear from... well, the obvious. At least she relented her resistance after he moved to hand her the bandage, and allowed him to patch her up. "Think nothing of it. I am only doing my duty."<br><br>The woman was apparently able to walk, her weakness slowly receding as she did. Nerves, most likely. "My lord?" Cranog asked hesitantly. "Of course we have to take the woman along with us, but we cannot hunt wolves and carry her at the same time."<br><br>Sir Maelor nodded. "No, indeed we cannot." He sighed. "They number too great. We will need to mark the direction they move in, and retire to the town. The six of us are insufficient, to deal with a pack, or even a tribe, of this size we will have to bring reinforcements on the morrow. At least with their numbers, they soon will be obvious. A group as large as this one seems to be cannot hide for long."<br><br>And so, the archers took note of the directions that the wolves came from, and where the other group seemed to be going, and set out on retracing their steps, hoping to make the town by morning. "If you grow tired, miss, one of us can carry you." Sir Maelor told her gently. "With wolves about, we cannot rest until we are behind the walls, but it is a long way to walk for a woman who has gone through what you have."
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 03:16:03</strong>
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				Faolan slowly started to walk until a voice from ther men caught her attention, that she looked over to them and notice them for the first time. They were a very different band of hunter she had ever meet, and from what she heard, they were good at tracking them. She would have to keep an eye out for that, she took a few steps before she stop, leaning agaisnt a tree as they talk among themself.<br><br>She listen to very words, taking it all in because she knew this information could help her and her pack later on when she would be able to sneak away from this group and join them again. She stayed there resting agaisnt the tree, allowing her body to slowly gain strength again. Her back was exposed to the moonlight and she could feel it lightly making her stronger but made sure not to let the men notice this.<br><br>Upoen hearing them start moving out again, she gently push herself off the tree and weakly walked beside the elf, who had patched her up. "I understand, I shall let you know if I grow tired. For now I am able to walk on my own." She said to his softly as she pulled the dress up a bit, making it easier for her to walk in since the bottom part of the dress dragged from being torb apart.
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				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 03:33:43</strong>
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				The woman seemed to be tired, drained, and meek, but all things considered, was taking things remarkably well. Probably she was still on shock. "I am here to lean on, miss." Sir Maelor said. "Should you need it."<br><br>Once they were a little ways from the village, everyone let a slight sigh escape. "I never get used to that sort of scene." Yeoman Rhys shook his head.<br><br>"Nor shouldst thou." Sir Maelor said. He looked back at the woman. "I am Sir Maelor Griffin, heir to the Iarllaeth of Ergyng. These are my faithful archers: Yeomen Rhys and Rhobert, and Retainers Cranog, Berian, and Aberthol." Each of the men nodded in turn. "It would honour us to learn your name as well."<br><br>Retainer Aberthol crinkled his nose. The woman was a peasant, so there was zero need for one as exalted as Sir Maelor to treat her with such polish, no matter her circumstances. Of course, he was not one to speak against his Lord. So, he said nothing.
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>06-04-2016, 04:17:58</strong>
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				Faolan nodded her head hearing that he was there for her if she would need it but she was determined to not needing his help.<br><br>She keeped her gaze ahead of her and from time to time, she could see the damage she had done, bodies, blood. It was all to much for her and she closed her eyes for a few second trying to get the scene out of her head. She hated knowing what she had done but to see it, made it far worst for her. She had to agree with them one never got use to the scene if she had committed it. <br><br>Her pace started to slow down, her legs getting tired and she knew it wouldn't be long before her legs gave out under her again. She wrapped her arms around herself to keep herself warm, as she looked over to the men as Sir Maelor Griffin introduced them. She gave then each a soft smile before looking at Sir Maelor Griffin when he ask upon her name. She had to fibd her voice which was soft, one hadn't ask her name in a long time for she had almost forgot it. "It's Faolan, just Faolan, it's a..." she didn't finish her phrase for her legs had giving out on her.<br><br>She&nbsp; caught herself agaisnt Maelor, catching onto his arm. She coudln't walk anymore and she knew she would need help if she wanted to survive. She would have to play the weak human she was. Normally after a change, she would find a place and rest to regain her strength, somewhere with lots of moonlight. "I can not continue Sir Maelor, I am far to weak." She whispered to him, not wanting to draw attention from the others about her current situation.
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				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 00:00:28</strong>
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				Faolan. That was her name. Just Faolan, so likely of peasant stock. She was rather more beautiful than we be expected for a peasant maid, but otherwise that was as Sir Maelor expected. He noted that she seemed really quite horrified at the destruction, which in his mind confirmed his conclusion that she was not one of the wolves responsible. After all, if she had been, she would have returned with her pack, would she not have? No, his first suspicion that she might be other than she seemed was unjust. That sort of horror could not be faked. The woman was pretty close to being sick. It spoke well for her constitution that she was not. "When we get to the town, there are some nuns there who can help you further." Sir Maelor told her. "Unless you have other wounds which are life-threatening, it wouldst be improper for us to examine you more closely ourselves. I hope that you understand."<br><br>But though examining her was one thing, helping her travel was another. When Faolan fell against him, Sir Maelor caught her rather protectively. "We cannot stop." He said urgently. "Not with wolves around. I will carry you."<br><br>The elf took a deep breath, channeling the Art into his arms and legs to give him enough strength to carry the woman. Even if she was slight of frame, he was not normally strong enough to easily carry her. The narrow build of an elf was not built for such efforts. But with a little expenditure&nbsp; of Power, he could more easily lift her than any of his men. So, he swept her off her feet and set out just a little faster. Soon, they broke out into a clearing, silver light from the moon streaming over them. "It really is beautiful out tonight, is it not?" He said sadly. "It is a grave pity that such beauty hath become the fuel for evil."
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>07-04-2016, 23:54:53</strong>
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				Faolan felt him scoop her up in his arms and she just leaned more against, allowing herself to rest against him as he carried her. Since she was so close to him, she could feel the warmth of his body against her own, which was rather nice since she was cold a bit. "No I don't have any other wounds that need lookkng after." She said to him and of course she didn't like the idea of being with nuns so she would have to make sure to vanish before then. <br><br>She relaxed in his arms, letting her body rest for a bit.&nbsp; She could smell his scent which was a mixture of scents, from being a woods smell to soft smell of what she couldn't place, that she couldn't place. She made no mind of it and just closed her eyes and rest in his arms.<br><br>She didn't know long they had been travelling for but after a while she felt her strength come back to her slowly until she felt the moonlight dance across her skins. Her eyes slowly opened up her eyes and looked up, she could see the bright moon above them and she just bathed in its moonlight before she looked at the elf who was carrying, allowing herself to really look at his face now.<br><br>She could see his strong yet soft features that made him an elven men. His skin color to his ears, from the way his looked under the moonlight. She gazed at him for a bit wondering if he had any idea of what he was carrying in his arms and the longer she was in his arms the more she felt he would find out. "Sir Maelor, I think I'm able to walk again." She said softly to him. <br><br>When he had set her back down, she could feel the cold earth beneath her feet and she looked up at the moonlighy and the clearing they were in. "It was a beautiful night." She commented on, as she wrapped her arms around herself and took a few steps and felt her legs stronger then before. She strength was coming back to her fast now that she under the moonlight.
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				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 01:39:14</strong>
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				The little band of archers covered ground relatively quickly, occasionally looking up at the moon and whispering worriedly to each other. While they were very much worried about werewolves, it was also clear that they did not at all suspect that the slim girl in their leader's arms could be one of them.<br><br>When Faolan asked to be put down, Sir Maelor hesitated for a bit. "We can move a bit faster carrying you." He pointed out. But, he did not protest very long. Carefully, he let her down.<br><br>Soon, Faolan observed to him that his labelling of the night as 'beautiful' was something best done in the past-tense. He laughed bitterly. "Well put." He replied. "You seem cold, Miss. Here." He took off his green cloak and wrapped it around her. "This should help a little."<br><br>With that, the group slowed a bit. Rhobert and Aberthol grumbled a bit that they would take longer to get to safety like this, but Rhys, Cranog, and Berian, were grateful for the rest. "About another hour and a half before we are within the walls." Berian declared as they came out on the main road.
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>08-04-2016, 02:02:24</strong>
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				Faolan felt his cloak being placed around her, now blocking away the cold air. She looked back towards him with a weak smile. "Thank you Sir Maelor. I will not slow you down, I can assure you." She said to him as she pulled his cloak more around her.<br><br>She slowly to continue to walk, keeping up their slow pace, looking out ahead of her. Her eyes being able to focus more in the darkness now, that things were more clear and visible now. Upon hearing that they were about an hour and half away from the walls, she wondering if she should vanish before entering.<br><br>She looked towards the other members of the band and she had a feeling that she would have to walk inside the wall with the. "How did you all meet?" She asked them all.<br><br>She knew the walk ahead wasn't a long one from here to there anything could happen and well she rather keep their attention on other things rather then her.
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				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>09-04-2016, 00:01:45</strong>
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				"There is not much to tell about how we met. There is more to tell in the afterwards than the forwards." Sir Maelor started. He gave the archers a nod, an acknowledgement they returned, before turning his attention back to Faolon. "The simple thing to say is that I am their Lord, and heir to the Iarllaeth they call home. Aberthol, Berian, and Cranog are my sworn retainers, working for me is part of their feudal obligation. In exchange for the lands they hold in my father's name, they are required to serve for a number of weeks in a year. Yeomen Rhobert and Rhys are freeholders, and I recompense their services with gold. Their families own farms, but as younger sons they will not inherit, so they go a-soldiering in order to make enough money to buy their own farms one day."<br><br>"I am the elder son." Yeoman Rhys interjected. "But I yielded mine inheritance to my younger brother, for I would rather make my way in the world on my own strength than come by it easily. Also, I never feel quite as alive as when I am on the hunt. Indeed, the more perilous the prey, the more blessed the hunt! Ah, how my soul still longs for the days of tracking Sidhe warriors through the shifting chaos of faerie..."<br><br>"Thou hast problems." Retainer Aberthol grunted.<br><br>"Still, his skills are superb." Sir Maelor acknowledged. "The finest men are seldom ordinary ones."
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				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 22:13:45</strong>
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				Faolan conitnue to slowly walk with them and listen to his tale and how they met abd didn't met. So Sir Maelor was a lord,&nbsp; and his men work for him and while some he paid. She still couldn't help but feeling that she had been found by the wrong people. "I see, well you form a very wide selection of skills." She said as she looked between which of the men. They were allso different which made the band even more deadly.<br><br>Faolan would be sure to remember everything they said and feared it, she wrapped the cloak more around her and looked ahead of her and could see nothing but path before them. "Have you killee many of those beast Sir Maelor?" She ask him and his band.<br><br>If she could get an idea on just how deadly they were she could report it back to the pack so they could counter their attacks if they ever came across them. With the way the pack as heading and hunting, they were sure to be hunted by this band of hunters. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>10-04-2016, 22:52:20</strong>
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				"Well, not that wide of selections." Retainer Berian replied. "I mean, most of us are archers. Or archers."<br><br>"More a wide range of personalities than skillsets." Yeoman Rhys agreed.<br><br>"Miss Faolan's observation was not incorrect." Sir Maelor said gently. "There is a wide variation in skills among us." He turned to Faolan again. "I have never fought werewolves before, I will admit. My previous experience has been against the Sidhe, a very different sort altogether. I have met werewolves, but they were of the Roman variety in certain ancient aristocratic enclaves in southeastern England, and were not prone to such murderousness as these savages. We are as yet untested against the wolves."<br><br>"But the Sidhe were far more dangerous, and we performed finely against them!" Yeoman Rhys chimed in again.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 19:21:40</strong>
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				Faolan listen to them and looked between each one, reading them, how they walked, talk and held themselves. She was studying them when he heard that they had never fought werewolves before which was a surprised but a rather good one. She looked back up at Sir Maelor when he spoke about Sidhe.<br><br>"Sidhe, I'm sorry but I am not familiar with that sort word. I take it is other sort of creature?" She asked him, for she had never heard them before, there was a lot of things she didn't know, since having been made into a werewolf when she was rather younger, she didn't get a chance to learn like others did before they were made into werewolves. <br><br>Upon hearing about the Roman enclaves in the southeastern England, she gaze fell to the ground, for she wish to go there, rather then being in the wild pack she was in. She had always thought they always had more control and they could help her be a better werewolf, one that didn't go on killing sprees. <br><br>She just nodded her head and keep quiet for a while, just allowing her legs to follow them on the path, looking down at the ground, deep in thought, of wondering how she would escape this men before she reach the nuns. She hated nuns and anything to do with the church or most people in fact. She had been away from people for a while and was so use of living among the pack that she started to see the world as terrible place and everyone was terrible and was just other meal for the pack.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 20:12:37</strong>
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				"Sidhe are earthen mounds, most properly, but it is also a shortening of the term <em>Aes Sidhe</em>, the People of the Mounds, another term for the <em>Tuatha de Danann</em>, a race from the Otherworld." Sir Maelor spoke. "They are men and woman like you and me, limbs in their proper place, bodies that bleed, hearts that beat, lungs that breathe, but Greater. If elves live longer than humans, the Aes Sidhe are immortal, knowing not death of age nor disease. They perfect the arts of magic and war over millennia. They usually spend their time in long wars with their eternal foes, the Fomorians, but they occasionally raid our world for servants, slaves, and soldiers. It is said that they birth more female children than male, and both male and female in only very small numbers. So, they are one of several Faerie races that steal babies and children, especially boys or girls with golden hair. After a recent heavy loss against their Fomorian foes, they decided to launch a massive raid into Wales, Ireland, and Western England to seize as many mortals as they could to fuel their continuing war effort. We resisted."<br><br>"And tough foes they were." Yeoman Rhobert shuddered. "One of their worst was worth three of our best. It is very good that their numbers were so few, and that they were unable to bring their full forces on us for fear of the Fomorians."<br><br>"I thank God for that." Sir Maelor nodded. "Ah! There are the town walls! There should still be a night-guard at the gate. We are moments away from the end of tonight's journey."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>07-05-2016, 18:48:39</strong>
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				Faolan listen to the tale of just what Sidhe were and well she was in awe. There was so much she didn't know about the lands around her, maybe while she was still in her human form, she should learn up a things. She looked back at the men, so they had fought those things and survived and now they were moving on to try werewolves. She wonder how well would they last, against her pack, she knew they weren't the only pack in the area but they were the strongest ones. <br><br>She nodded her head, glad that they had tell her what Sidhe were and also she got an idea of just how strong and dangerous it was be around them right now. "That sounds like it had been a very terrible, so having defeated them, werewolves shouldn't much of a problem then." She said to them, wanting to know where their head were on the matter.<br><br>When she saw the village up ahead, she felt sick to her stomach. It was getting closer and closer and her escape route was getting smaller and smaller. She knew she couldn't take them on her form at the moment and she knew she couldn't change at the moment. She took a deep breath and brace herself for what would come. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>10-05-2016, 23:54:28</strong>
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				Sir Maelor shrugged. "As I have already posited, I have not an inkling how we will fare against werewolves. Still, when compared against the Sidhe, they are weaker by far, infinitely less intelligent, and have not the same number of tricks at their disposal. So, given our hard-won successes against the Sidhe, we should not have too much problems with them. Provided they are not too numerous. I daresay that our group of six would be a match for six wolves, but more than that I do not have much confidence in our ability to defeat. Worry not however, dear maiden! We will avenge your village, and bring the brute beasts that destroyed it to justice!"<br><br>"Hear, hear!" Yeoman Rhys declared. <br><br>"And, the guards are still at the gate. We are here." Sir Maelor said in a pleased tone. Seeing who was approaching, the night watch opened the postern door, gesturing for the part to go through. Sir Maelor brought up the rearguard, as leader he would be the last to seek safety, while the soldiers marched on through.<br><br>Yeoman Rhys was of a more gallant inclination than the others though, and offered his arm to escort Faolan through the door. "Soon, we will have clean new clothing, warmth, and food for you, fair maid." He said gallantly. "Let us be through."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>06-06-2016, 22:49:06</strong>
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				Faolan listen to them and nodded her head, she would have to remember everything they said to her. The bigger the pack, the more they had a chances of winning or even standing a chances against them. <br><br>She watch as they approached the gate and she looked at the guards before the gates slowly opened and felt someone come up to her side and looked at Yeoman Rhys offered his arm to escort her inside the village, which she slowly took. "I can't not thank you enough for everything you have done...I can not believe just in a few hours how much as happen...so many dead people." She said to them as they slowly made their way into the village.<br><br>She had decided that she would stay with them as long she could to learn as much as she could from them before she would have to depart because she would be force to change, of course she wouldn't want them finding out that she was indeed a werewolf but most of all the werewolf that had attack the village.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>07-06-2016, 22:48:53</strong>
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				"We do only our duty, fair maid." Sir Maelor said firmly. "It is tragic what happened to you. You are truly made of sterner stuff than most maidens, that you should have gone through such an ordeal and yet made it out as well as you have." The elven knight took a deep breath. "I will escort you to the church here. The sisters will take care of you. 'Tis inappropriate for such rough men as we to keep you in our company too much longer."<br><br>And so, the knight brought her to the church, where one old nun was quietly praying in the night. The old woman listened to the tale that Sir Maelor told, and nodded, assuring the knight that they would take care of her. And thus, they left the woman behind.<br><br>"You were uncommonly kind to that peasant." Retainer Aberthol observed once they had left the church. <br><br>"She was clearly not an ordinary daughter of some serf." Sir Maelor replied. "Not with that beauty. I do not know what she really is, but peasant girl is not the full truth, I can guarantee it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 00:27:35</strong>
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				Faolan smiled kindly at them as they brought her to the church where the nuns would look afterthought her.&nbsp; Of course she didn't want that to happen but she had to play her role as a peasant girl. Even before she had been turned into werewolf she hadn't been a peasant. She had been turned at a very young age. After being turned the wolf didn't really teach then how to be humans as much but rather focus on teaching them to be wolves. She didn't remember much from her childhood, she did remember her mother in a beautiful yellow dress out by the garden. <br><br>Upon hearing Sir Maelon she turned her gaze to him. Once she was inside the Church, she stood there out of place and look at the knight. She bid him farewell when he started to part ways, once he was gone the sisters took her to get washed up, dressed and feed. Once all of that was done, she sat on the bed looking out the window and was thinking about what she was going to do now. She was sure her packed moved on or return back home. It was early in the season to go back home, there was lots of hunting left to do plus now she was of age to join in the mating. She didn't like the idea of the males sniffing around her and trying to the best to mate with her. She didn't want be mated to some wolf, she was kinda glad that she had left the back after the great hunt but then again with her leaving she had lost control and raided a whole village.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>08-06-2016, 22:22:39</strong>
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				The night passed without incident, and the morning came. Unusually for their general habits, but very common these days of night-hunting, Sir Maelor and his party were not up at dawn. Instead, they were up by the late morning. They broke their fast a little soon after, and then set their faces towards the road a few hours before noon.<br><br>Not having to carry an injured, mysterious 'peasant' girl with them, the hunting group moved much faster under the late morning sun. It promised to be another hot day. Which made the scenes of carnage at the two destroyed villages even more unbearable, since some of the bodies seemed to be beginning to rot in the sun. Sir Maelor sighed. "It seems that no one has been back here to deal with the death." He said in an annoyed tone. "It seems that it will fall to us to dig a few mass graves."<br><br>"We are none of us priests, sir." Yeoman Rhys protested. "If we bury them, they will likely come back as haunted spirits."<br><br>"Neither are other grave-diggers. Once the priests return, they can consecrate what we have done. Until then, we cannot allow these poor folks to rot out in the sun. There is already a terrible danger of them coming back as haunted spirits, but if we leave them be, it will be guaranteed."<br><br>And so, they dug.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>09-06-2016, 02:04:00</strong>
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				Faolan had woken up early after hearing a few of the sisters move around the church. As much as she wish she would sleep, she knew she had to leave and part ways. So that is what she did, she got up and made her way out of the room. Upon walking out the sister who looked after her guided her to the hall to have breakfast with the rest of the sisters. She sat there eating quietly thinking of what which direction she should head towards. If she knew the pack, they would have moved on somewhere with lots of forest or caves so they can rest after a raid they had pulled off the night before. <br><br>It was mid morning now by the time she had left the sisters, which had be kind enough offers a bag of supplies for her journey. She thank them for everything they had done before heading into the village and see if there was anything of value there. After she had pick up a map of the area and few other things, she slowly made her way out of the village.<br><br>So there she was traveling along the road, no longer in peasant clothes but rather a dress, one of which reminded her of her mother but wasn't was elegant as her mothers of course but still it was far better then the peasant dress she had been wearing the night more. She looked down at the map and was wondering if she was on the right path or if she had taken a wrong turn. She looked up into the sky and notice it was far past mid day now, which meant she had been traveling for a few hours now. She stood there looking around and was about to turn back when she heard the sounds of horses in the distances. She looked ahead of the road and could see a small band on horses making their way to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>10-06-2016, 00:56:28</strong>
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				It was unpleasant, difficult work getting two villages worth of dead bodies buried. At least Sir Maelor's earth magic was such that they were able to dig out the graves and fill in said graves very quickly. Mostly it was carrying the bodies that was the soul-draining aspect of the work. By the time the last child in the second village was laid to rest, the group was depressed and enraged, all except Maelor himself swearing that the monsters would pay in very colorful language. Sir Maelor was merely quiet, working his arts silently, brooding over the situation.<br><br>And then, it was done. Not a moment too soon, and far longer than they had wanted, the hunting party was back on the tracks of the evildoers. Not finding anything in the second village, they continued following the wolves from the first one, moving over the ground very quickly indeed, Sir Maelor's eyes ablaze with repressed anger. He had been severely affected by the hours spent burying bodies.<br><br>A few more hours later, Sir Maelor silently gestured the others to stop. They drew up. He sniffed the air. "We cannot be far now." He whispered. The tracks were still old, but the mana signature... well, it simply felt like they were getting close.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>11-06-2016, 00:23:29</strong>
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				Faolan watches as the band of people make their way towards her and notice that they looked terrible and learn that their village had been attack by wolves from the day before which meant she had been going the wrong way, she ask for direction and soon was back on track.<br><br>It didn't take her long to find their scent again and she was on the track of the pack. She of course had pick up speed and was running as best as she could in the dress and it was soon sunset when she come across the packs resting ground where they were relaxing and regaining their strength after the village attack. She could see a few wolves looking her way in the distance enjoying their glory and a few werewolf in their humans form, having change back also. She started to make her way to the thick of the land and saw more and more males looking her way and knew the reason for it, meaning season and well from the other female werewolf according to the males was far more better to mate with, if you wanted to put it lightly. She wrapped her arms around herself trying to cover herself up a bit, feeling very expose at the moment, until she saw the pack leader and was making his way to her. "Though we had last you back in the village, got lost?" He asked her as he slowly stop in front of her and notice her dress and she looked down at it and tucked her hair behind her ear.<br><br>She went to explain to him what had happen and how by the end of the night she had been guided to village by a band of hunters. "So they though you were peasant girl, quick thinking Faolan, we can't let this hunters find us out in the blue. I think, it's time the hunters become the hunted and we end this before they can slaughter us, so let's slaughter them first." Faolan stood there looking at her pack leader and as much as she didn't want to she knew he was right and he was giving her a look. "What?" She ask him and that it when she learned that she would play a big part in the attack, they were heading to the village which the band had left her at, and she would be the bait when they came across them so they would go to her and try to lead to her safety but she would be leading them into a trap.<br><br>It was now night fall and the wolves were in the forest just a bit away from the village. "Remember the plan, a few wolf attack only on your signal if they are there and if not we will make them come here and you'll be the bait to bring them in." The pack leader said before she nodded he head and made her way back into the village and looked for any sigh of then and seeing none she sent the signal for them to attack the village, trying to get the attentions of the hunters.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 15:04:25</strong>
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				Near the late afternoon, Sir Maelor stopped and let out a long frustrated sigh. "They are moving, and we are not going to be able to catch up with them at this rate." He said in an annoyed tone. "I do not think that the war party went back to their hidden village at all since the attack. They are still on the move."<br><br>Retainer Cranog looked concerned. "If that is the case, might they not strike again?"<br><br>Sir Maelor nodded. "The second village had much, much greater amounts of devastation than the first. I think that the second was the work of a rogue member gone blood-thirsty, and the first was an organized attack to seize prisoners. And likely potential wolves as well. There were far less dead in the first, as you may recall. Werewolves do sometimes take slaves. Some later eat them, others just give them menial work to do. Most will turn the strongest into more of their own." He took a deep breath. "Give me an hour. I am going to try to get a bead on where they might strike next."<br><br>And so, for an hour he meditated. Finally, he stood up, sighing in frustration. "We will return to Nollswall for now." He finally said. "That is the last settlement in the area. I doubt they would attack a walled town, but still."<br><br>Thus the group gave up for the day, returning to Nollswall. Sir Maelor stopped outside the town though, sniffing. Then, he relaxed. It was that girl. "Good to see you again, Ms. Faolan." He said. “What are you doing outside the walls at this hour?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>12-06-2016, 15:44:32</strong>
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				Faolan was standing outside the wall, by the gate, waiting for them to open up so that would give the wolves to take that moment to enter the villages. She looked up at the guard and notice his gaze wasn't on her but rather behind her and she stood there stiff as a board, thinking maybe he had seen the wolves in the forest in the distance before he heard her name which caused her to jump and quickly to turn around. There they stood behind her, the people she had been sent out to lure into a trap, to capture with the help of her pack.<br><br>She stood there looking at them all until her eyes landed on Sir Maelor, knowing that the wolves were watching her very move and she gave the signal which was just smile hand gesture behind her back. "I'm sorry, but we can't let you hunt us." She said to Sir Maelor just as the wolves started to howl and slowly stepped out from the forest surrounding the village and soon made their charge at the band. Faolan slowly moved back from Sir Maelor, never taking her eyes off him. He had been so kind to her and looked at her but like her alpha had said, they couldn't be allowed hunt them and kill them. <br><br>Soon her pack was surrounding the band, they had made sure to bring a rather large number, all most of the pack was there all but the women, children and the new blood born wolves so they weren't use to the change yet, in all they were close to 25 to 30 wolves. Soon the Alpha made his way forwards and stood there beside Faolan and smirk at Sir Maelor. "Isn't she just a pretty things, you had her last night in your arms and you didn't even know that she's a beast that you had hunting the whole entire time. Come now Faolan, show them your turn form." He said as he ripped off her dress and she stood there naked and still hadn't broken her eyes from Sir Maelor before she followed her alpha's order and change into a wolf. Her long black hair, now covering her body and her bright blue eyes still blue but behind wolf features. She was still rather small for a wolf compared to her alpha who had still about a whole foot over in height and was more built, but that didn't make her any less deadly then her alpha for she was quick, fast and her strikes deadly marks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 03:39:11</strong>
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				Sir Maelor stopped in his tracks when Faolan spoke those words. 'we can't let you hunt us.' <em>Us</em>. By the Saints, she was one of the wolves! Damnation and hellfire, how had he not seen that! In hindsight it was blatantly obvious. She had been the only survivor, and in the end, almost uninjured. No wonder she had seemed more uneasy around them than she had seemed shaken up about the wolves! She had been the one to kill those people, the wolf who had gone out of control. She had to be freakishly strong, far more so than he. Sir Maelor was a trained, powerful warrior, and he could not tear a village apart with his bare hands. Granted, he could do so with magic and weapons, should he ever do such a terrible thing, but not bare-handed.<br><br>The wolves howled and Faolan stepped towards him. She seemed miserable, as if she did not want to do this, but had to. Sir Maelor strung his bow, as did his men, but they did not yet nock their arrows. "You are one of them, then." Sir Maelor said quietly. "Faolan," - the first time he had used her name without any honorifics - "what have you done?"<br><br>The hunting party fell into a circle, looking out at the pack. More than two dozen. Perhaps two and a half dozen. Normally, humans needed to outnumber the wolves four to one to have a chance. They were the best of the best, so perhaps one wolf was a match for one of them. But they were outnumbered five to one. They would be lucky to inflict more than one or two casualties before the inevitable happened. The men began silently praying, only god could save them now.<br><br>Sir Maelor continued looking at Faolan, right up until the head wolf(?) walked up there and stripped her right out of her clothing. Sir Maelor's eyes widened before he forced himself to look away from her nakedness, only to look back when he heard her transformation. A huge, black wolf. Small compared to the other werewolves, but that still much bigger than any ordinary dog. Sir Maelor let out a long breath. "Can we negotiate? It is clear that we cannot win this. Would a surrender be possible, or would you just eat us? Be warned, for though you cannot help but win this fight, we can take a great many of you down first. We are even now armed with silver arrows and blades, and years of experience hunting the Sidhe, who are as much greater than you as you are to ordinary mortals."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>13-06-2016, 18:16:04</strong>
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				Faolan stood there and had heard Sir Maelor words when he had used her name asking what she had done, for some reason those words hit her hard, and he look on his face didn't help also. She didn't want this, sure she didn't want them hunting them and killing them, well killing her if they had found out she had been the beast they were hunting. So she told her alpha and now here they were surrounding them so they could outnumber them and this whole hunt before it even starts.<br><br>After her transformation, she couldn't bare to look at Sir Maelor anymore and she drop her gaze to the ground and felt her Alpha leave her side and slowly stood infront of her to look at Sir Maelor better and well be face to face with him. "Of course you can't win this, thanks to dear Faolan giving us every detail we need to know how you fight...sure maybe if you guys put up fight and kill a few of us with your silver arrows and blade but in the end there are just to many of us to take on and you should be dead." He said as he looked at him before his eyes went to his men and smirk. They were human, and fine warriors and with their skill turning them into wolves would make the pack even stronger. <br><br>"Your men will be coming with us elf, hunters like they are will be a great addition to our ranks but as yourself we have no use for an elf. Tonight shall be your last night elf." He lift his huge paw with claws ready to strike but when he heard her voice and felt her paw on his arm he stopped. <br><br>Faolan had been quiet the whole time until she heard her alpha was going to kill Sir Maelor and her head snapped back up and looked at him and saw her alpha raise his paw to strike. "No please don't." She said as she reached his side and place her own paws on his arms hopping he could stop. "Share his life, he can still be use to us. Don't kill him." She said and soon felt her alpha gaze on her which made her fell even more small now and well out of place. She had over step her bounds and she was scared she would get punished for it, but when she heard him starting to laugh gently and was rather surprised.<br><br>"Oh this just precious, our dear Faolan as taking a liking to you elf." He said as he looked at Faolan before looking back at Sir Maelor and finally made his decision. "Fine you may live after all elf, but you will be our slave and Faolan...he will be your responsibility, if he tried to kill or escape, you'll shall be punish anything he does wrong it shall fall on you understand." He said looking her before he orders his men to take their weapons and then lead them back to the forest where they were staying while they hunt.<br><br>Faolan was glad her alpha was sparing his life and looked back at Sir Maelor for a second before she heard her her alpha tell her that he was now her responsibility and if anything it would be taken out of on her. She nodded her head before hearing the order to bring them back to their hiding place. She made her way to Sir Maelor and looked at him with her blue eyes and then looked at his weapon but soon a pack member started to take them from him and soon he stood there defenseless. She didn't say anything to him for she didn't know what she could say to him and soon they pack was moving but she stood there in place looking at him, with a sad expression on her face. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>14-06-2016, 00:51:19</strong>
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				Although they stood silent while the head wolf mocked their inability to resist, when the wolf started talking about turning his men into werewolves and killing Sir Maelor himself, the party suddenly dropped their bows and drew their silver blades. "We will die before we let you kill our Lord!" Retainer Cranog said with eyes blazing. <br><br>"I am not keen on being a smelly wolf. Tear out my throat and be done with it." Retainer Aberthol added.<br><br>"I always wanted to go out in a blaze of glory against impossible odds. Hopefully I will kill enough of you that they sing songs about me." Yeoman Rhys mused.<br><br>"Be ye not hasty." Sir Maelor said in a level tone. His fingers were moving rapidly, magic gathering visibly between them. "It seems that you are not willing to negotiate then." He said sadly. "Then-"<br><br>He was interrupted by Faolan pleading for his life and the head wolf relenting. Then, while he was distracted, the wolves sprang on his similarly distracted men and overcame them. Some of the wolves would be injured in the struggle, but none fatally. In mere moments, the party was taken prisoner. Sir Maelor glared at the black she-wolf. There being no point now that his men had been subdued, and were now effectively hostages against him, Sir Maelor allowed himself to be disarmed. He still had his most powerful weapon, his magic, but wolves were notoriously resistant to most spells. "You had better tie my hands and gag me, she-wolf." He said in a low growl. "Because otherwise I will be honour-bound to attempt to use my magic to escape."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 19:44:25</strong>
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				The alpha wasn't surprised to see Sir Maelor's men stand up and rather die before anything happened to Sir Maelor or be to turn into werewolves which mean they were loyal to their leader and very brave and courageous. Those were the kind of men he had been looking for to add to the pack, sure the pack was becoming rather a large one but most of his men used to be just peasant people, they didn't know fight. They did know how to follow orders which was great for him but in truth there was only a small hand full of wolves who were really train killers making them deadly. <br><br>If Sir Maelor men had indeed attack it would have show just who is who in this pack, the real wolves and the weak ones. Which is why Faolan had told her alpha, she knew the hunters would have been able to kill many of their kind, even if many weren't fighters they would simply see them as beast and kill them. She didn't want to turn them in and turn but them she didn't want her people to die also.<br><br>Soon all of Sir Maelor's men hands had to tie up and was being lead through the forest by pack members when someone was about to tie Sir Maelor hands. "Let Faolan do it." The alpha said as he looked back to see Faolan and Sir Maelor towards the back of the pack now, making sure to keep an close eye on her.<br><br>Faolan walked beside Sir Maelor and flinch a bit when he called her a she-wolf, and upon hearing her alpha, she grabbed the ropes from the other wolf and turned to Sir Maelor and stop them in their tracks as she tied his hand together. "My alpha is going to use you for your magic Sir Maelor, he will try and abuse your magic as much as he can. It wouldn't be surprised if he tried to use your magic during the change of your men to permanently stay as wolves, making them unable to change shapes again." She said to him in a low voice so only he could hear. <br><br>Once she was done tying up his hands together, she finally looked at him in the eyes. "I'll make sure you are left alone by the other pack members, and look well after Sir Maelor...I am sorry for what is happening but I had to save the lives of the pack members." She said to him before she started to lead him to follow the rest of the pack, back home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>16-06-2016, 23:32:09</strong>
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				The yeoman and retainers under Sir Maelor seemed extremely upset about the ease with which the werewolves had subdued them despite their brief resistance. They did prove to be skilled and trained, but in hand-to-hand combat they were no match for the wolves because of sheer physical differences. After being tied down, they began rapidly talking with each other in Welsh, thinking that the werewolves probably did not speak that language. The upshot of their speech, if any of the wolves spoke Welsh, was that some of them expressed a desire to die rather than be transformed, while others said they would just become werewolves and use their new power to stop the other wolves. Yeoman Rhobert, for his part, was sure that he could escape and bring help. They stopped talking once their captors made it clear that that sort of thing would not be tolerated.<br><br>Meanwhile, Sir Maelor was a quiet mixture of sullen and dignified. "Make them permanent wolves, eh? Your alpha would be a fool." He would not say more than that, simply accepting the way that the wolf-woman tied his hands together and then trudging dutifully along. Still a bit too angry to reply with anything other than hostility to her apology, Maelor said nothing. She had not gagged him, so he could still use some of his magic, but how much... Sigh. There was not a good chance. He would bide his time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dark Werewolf Demon</strong> on <strong>20-06-2016, 19:11:38</strong>
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				Faolan lead Sir Maelor to the camp site where the pack was resting after their attacks. Many of the wolves in the pack stop in their tracks and watch as the alpha walk back into the camp site followed by human men tied up. Everybody in the pack understood what was happen but once they saw Sir Maelor the whispers started.<br><br>The camp site was just like a small community, they had tents set up as wolves homes while they traveled. Some where larger then other and small just enough for one person to sleep it. There was also make shift homes for the wolves who could no longer change anymore and slept under the makeshift homes so not to get wet from the rain. The sound the camp was busy one, people had fires going, keeping them warm but also cooking dinner for themselves and family, the sound of children running around and having fun could be heard in the distances as the pack made their way back inside the camp with the newcomers.<br><br>The pack lead Sir Maelor's men to the cage they had and shoved them all inside. The alpha stood by the cage looking at the men and notice Faolan leading Sir Maelor to the cage and he block the path. "No, he is to be keep away from the other prisoners Faolan, do I have to remind you that he is your responsibility?" The alpha spoke to her in a direct tone.<br><br>Faolan had stopped in her track and looked at her alpha and listen to his order. "No." Was all she said before she turned around and lead Sir Maelor away from the prisoners to the other side of the camp.<br><br>As it got dark, the sound of the happy children soon vanish and was filled with the sound of wolves mating for it was mating season. Faolan had made it to her tent and had just tied Sir Maelor inside her tent. She was about to relax when she heard someone enter the tent. "Well well well, if it isn't Faolan and her new pet....I guess on looker won't be so bad?" A rather large wolf said as he slowly made his way more into her tent and notice that he wasn't alone this time. "I already told you no, I am not yours." She said standing her ground. <br><br>This wolf had been trying to mate with for a while of course he wasn't the only one, many had been fighting each other to prove their strength and he had come on top. She remember the first time he had tried to make a move on her, she had left him with a rather large cut which now was a scar above his left eye. She didn't like the feeling of tonight, as he made his way more into the tent and soon his buddies entered after a bit. "That's were your wrong, I won you, I'm the best out of them all for you and I will have you, like it or not." He said as he started to move closer to her and she growled at him, and was ready to fight him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Wolf Thrown to Wolves (Birchleaf and Dark Werewolf Demon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Birchleaf</strong> on <strong>21-06-2016, 03:24:50</strong>
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				It seemed that the werewolves' camp was actually rather close to the town. It was downright embarrassing that they had not been able to find it, especially when it was so damnably large, and it was also so very obvious that a large number of the wolves here were newly turned. This pack was growing in a hurry. But for what purposes...<br><br>Sir Maelor's expression hardened that little bit more. He wondered whether his men's loyalties would change if they were transformed. From what he had read: usually not. Most of the time werewolves maintained the majority of their former personalities, provided they were strong enough of will to resist the new urges. There were some urges that could not be resisted, such as the bloodthirsty psychosis that resulted in mad murderous rampages during certain phases of the moon when the wolves were young, but those were not permanent changes. Point was, if he could sabotage the pack leader's efforts to reduce them to permanent beastmen, and then put his own spells on his men to give them better control of their own minds (wards against Lunacy, for instance) then they could use this. If the pack leader's plans could not be sabotaged... well, the six of them would attempt an escape or die trying. But for now he would sit carefully and wait to see what he could discover.<br><br>The elven mage closed his eyes. <em>Patience.</em> He told his men mentally. They froze for a moment, before going on as if nothing was happening. <em>We have not lost this yet. We can use this situation to our benefit. Worst comes to worst, Lycanthropy can be a blessing, and there do exist cures. So do not despair, no matter what! As long as there is life, there is hope. And Death means only that we go to see our Maker in Paradise</em>.<br><br>Confident that his men would be less despairing now, Maelor turned his attention to his own situation. He was tied up in the tent of a repentant Wolf-woman. And he did not know how to feel about that. He was still furious with her. The sounds of sex going on in other tents irked him as well. Indecent as rutting beasts, they were.<br><br>To make matters worse, his captor's boorish suitor was coming calling. And inclined to fight or mate with or Hell knew what else. Probably some sort of wicked ravishment. At the moment, he was not inclined to save Faolan from the life she had chosen for herself, but he did not want to watch this. So, he made use of the fact that he was still not gagged. <acronym title="God give my words the power to inspire terror in His enemies"><span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Duw yn rhoi pŵer i ysbrydoli braw yn ei elynion fy ngeiriau."</strong></span></acronym> He intoned eyes closed. He opened his eyes, and they glowed a terrifying unnatural shade of blue. <span style="font-family: times new roman;" class="bbc_font"><strong>"Be ye gone from here, ye craven beast. The terror of your sins haunt your mind, and the fear of destruction dogs you. When you see Faolan, you will know fear."</strong></span> The wolf appeared to be a stupid one, and should hopefully be susceptible to that potent, potent curse. If it worked, the caddish interloper would feel waves of inexpressible fear rush over him, ones that would resume every time he saw Faolan. And best of all, he would forget that Maelor had done anything to him at all. If it failed, well, Maelor was probably dead. 
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