Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)
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				Title: <strong>Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 05:01:51</strong>
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				Melody was humming softly as she bathed, enjoying the nice hot water that soaked into her skin.&nbsp; She leaned back in the tub and looked out the window as she relaxed.&nbsp; The sun was setting and it looked positively beautiful.&nbsp; The evening was always so peaceful and she felt at ease.&nbsp; Sighing, she sunk even deeper into the water, closing her eyes at the warm comfort that surrounded her.&nbsp; A few moments passed and she found herself falling asleep in the tub, being gently awoken by her maids.<br><br>Sitting up and stretching, she allowed the maids to help her out of the tub, dry her, and dress her in a silk nightgown.&nbsp; Sitting near her dressing table, one of the maids brushed her hair, while the others cleaned up the rest of the room.&nbsp; "I hear your father and brother returning home tomorrow," she said.<br><br>Melody's eyes lit up with excitement.&nbsp; "When?" she asked.<br><br>"I'm not sure, but I know they won't be taking their time.&nbsp; I hear after their loss they're eager to come home and recoup their losses."<br><br>Melody's face fell at that news.&nbsp; "So...they lost the battle?"<br><br>Her father had declared war against the supernatural and magical creatures of the kingdom, when his wife, her mother was killed by one.&nbsp; Her family have despised all manor of magical creatures ever since then.&nbsp; Dragons, werewolves, dwarves, it mattered not.&nbsp; They were evil creatures that needed to be purged from the land.&nbsp; It was saddening to know that they were losing against them, bit by bit.<br><br>"At least they're alive Princess," the maid said smiling.<br><br>Melody smiled at that too.&nbsp; "Yes," she replied.&nbsp; "There's always that.&nbsp; I want a feast prepared for their return tomorrow.&nbsp; A welcome home feast."&nbsp; They had been gone for a few days and she had missed them.<br><br>She was ushered into bed, but her mind wouldn't let her sleep.&nbsp; She was thinking about her father and brother, what it would be like to fight by their side.&nbsp; Of course, that would never happen, but she liked to imagine that she could be apart of it somehow, to avenge her own mother.&nbsp; She never knew exactly what happened to her, her father never talked about it.&nbsp; Sighing, she rolled over, facing the window, hoping she could see them marching home this very moment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 06:43:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;The kingdom of Dominus Nox..well that's what the dwarfs and elves called their home land in their trade language. To Ragnar Stormfang of the mist tribe, it was just the homelands. Centuries ago the homelands were populated with all manor of creatures. Dragons and Gargoyles ruled the skies. The elves and fauns had the forest. The plains were home to the centaurs and minotaurs and naturally the dwarfs had the mountains. As for Ragnar's people.. well the werewolves find themselves to be nomadic. The need for hunting grounds makes things competitive.. among other things. Lets say that a werewolf's life is more brutal than most.<br><br>&nbsp;Life in those days were as one expected.. Then the humans came in their great ships and brought their diseases, their wars and their hate. Well there was always hate in the old times, but humans seemed to hate more that the others thought possible. Ragnar has no idea why the humans hate so much and in truth he doesn't care. They have been his enemies since he was a cub and that was almost two hundred years ago.<br><br>&nbsp;Still the humans have devastated the homelands and most of the creatures that ruled here. Some to near extinction.. The werewolves however seemed to thrive with the conflict. Indeed sometimes the dwarves and elves will treat the werewolves for a time to bolster their defenses. Although werewolves only attack at night in hit and run raids.<br><br>&nbsp;Which is what happened to this human army. A local human king decided he wanted the local elves exterminated, for what reason didn't matter to his kind. The only thing that mattered was that humans needed to sleep in the night and the Elves hunted in the day. The humans became sleep deprived and what should have been a battle was a slaughter. Even then it wasn't over for the werewolves kept hunting the survivors. Chasing them for days on end as the survivors try to get to their castle home. Running themselves to exhaustion and getting picked off at night. Their footsteps continuously followed by the howling of the nocturnal hunters.<br><br>&nbsp;One human smelled of royal blood and was marked as Ragnar's prey. Indeed the young man even tried to fight him once and lost a hand because of it. The prince's trail of blood made for easy tracking as Ragnar pick off two or three of his knights when his group collapse. Out of the few thousand of the king men that went to war.. a few dozen made it back and their numbers were getting lower each night until they reached the castle. In fact on the final night, Ragnar struck and hamstrung the young prince with his fangs as he killed one of the last knights. Leaving the young man to be carried by his father and on of his other body guards.<br><br>&nbsp;That night the wondering werewolves headed to find hidden positions around the castle and began to howl. Their vocal plans to raid the structure in the following night. Let the humans welcome them home.. let the survivors tell them of the terror they brought back.. For tomorrow night there will be one less human settlement polluting his homeland.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 07:59:32</strong>
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				Melody was woken in the middle of the night by her maids.&nbsp; "What's going on?" she asked as she was ushered out of bed.<br><br>"Your father and brother returns," they sounded sad though.<br><br>"What's wrong?"&nbsp; She was worried now.&nbsp; "Are they...?" she couldn't bare to say it.<br><br>"They're alive," the maid answered as they hurriedly dressed the princess so she was presentable.<br><br>She was led into the infirmary where healers were frantically trying to fix her father's maimed arm and her brother's maimed leg.&nbsp; "What happened?" she asked, looking horrified at all of the injured men.<br><br>"Those bloody beasts!" Magnus hissed in utter hatred.&nbsp; "Ambushed us, forced us home, hunting us as we went.&nbsp; We lost a lot of men...."&nbsp; He looked away, she could see the sadness and anger in his eyes.&nbsp; "You...you shouldn't be here....you should be in bed."<br><br>"I wanted to see you when you first got here."&nbsp; She looked over at her brother, passed out from the pain.&nbsp; They had his leg covered up, so she couldn't see the extent of the damage, but by the blood it looked horrible.&nbsp; Fear welled up inside her.&nbsp; She could have lost them both...she didn't want that.&nbsp; "Father..." she said looking at him, fear in her eyes.&nbsp; "You said you lost a lot of men....that could have been you or Vincent....or both."&nbsp; Tears welled in her eyes then.&nbsp; "Please...stop this fighting."<br><br>She was for the fighting before, but she didn't realize how much it would or could cost.&nbsp; Her father looked at her, anger in his eyes but not directed towards her.&nbsp; His face twitched in pain as the healers worked on his stumped arm.&nbsp; "It's too late for that now, even if I wanted to which I don't.&nbsp; Those monsters killed your mother, they need to be elimina..."<br><br>"You and Vincent were almost eliminated," she interrupted him.&nbsp; Anger could be heard in her voice now.&nbsp; She could be very stubborn, something her father says she got from her mother.<br><br>"Even if I stopped the fighting," he said, trying to reason with her.&nbsp; "They wouldn't stop hunting us down."&nbsp; He looked away then, suddenly unable to look her in the eye.&nbsp; "I...I feel like it's not safe here for you anymore.&nbsp; I don't know what I would do if I lost you."<br><br>"What...what are you saying?"<br><br>He sighed, and looked up at her, his face as soft as the pain would allow it to be.&nbsp; "I'm saying I'm sending you away, across the seas.&nbsp; I...I was hoping to tell you later but things just became much more dangerous.&nbsp; I requested help from a foreign land, a strong mighty nation who could help in ridding this land of these foul beasts.&nbsp; Only, they wouldn't join unless..." he looked away again, unable to look his own daughter in the eyes.<br><br>It took a moment for that to sink in, to understand the words he hadn't spoken.&nbsp; When they did, she grew pale and backed up onto an empty bed, sitting for support.&nbsp; "You want me to marry some stranger!&nbsp; Someone I don't even know?!"<br><br>"This isn't the time or place to discuss this.&nbsp; We'll talk about it in the morning and..."<br><br>"No!&nbsp; I won't do it.&nbsp; I belong here, with my family, my people.&nbsp; You can't expect me to leave everything behind and marry a foreigner in a foreign land!"<br><br>"Enough," he said.&nbsp; "I said we will NOT talk about this now.&nbsp; Not here, with sick and injured surrounding us.&nbsp; It's late, you should get to bed."&nbsp; He turned his attention to one of the few men who weren't injured.&nbsp; "I want double men guarding my daughter, and I want every available man on the lookout for those beasts.&nbsp; They followed us here, and I'm sure they won't leave."<br><br>"Before she could protest, she was ushered to her room by some guards.&nbsp; Her maids followed, helping her get back into bed.&nbsp; "Thank you," she said, sad that tomorrow night would be her last night in this room.&nbsp; "To marry a foreigner?" she whispered into her pillows.&nbsp; Tears fell down her cheeks at the thought of losing her brother and father anyways, whether they died in battle or not.&nbsp; She quietly cried herself back to sleep.<br><br>The next morning, she was dressed and headed off to breakfast.&nbsp; The feast was prepared as she had commanded, but it wasn't much of one.&nbsp; Their food was dwindling little by little and if nothing was done about it, there would be a famine.&nbsp; Hunters couldn't hunt because of the werewolves and farmers were too frightened to stay on their farms for too long.&nbsp; Many people sheltered in the castle and she knew something would have to be done about this.&nbsp; She just didn't know what.<br><br>Making it to the dining hall, she noticed guards stationed at every entrance to protect the royal family.&nbsp; Her brother limped in, with a crutch and she moved to give him a welcoming hug.&nbsp; She hugged her father as well, even though she was mad at him for sending her away tomorrow, she didn't want their last moments to be full of anger.&nbsp; There wasn't much conversation, with everyone being tense.&nbsp; The rest of the day was the same, Melody having double the guards constantly while her maids hurried to pack away her things for moving tomorrow.&nbsp; She wouldn't be taking much though, so her escape to wherever her father was sending her would be quick and safe.<br><br>Later that night, after dinner and saying goodnight to her father and brother, she was bathed and put the bed.&nbsp; Sleep wouldn't come though and she laid awake, trying to sleep and failing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 10:55:45</strong>
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				&nbsp;The sun began to set and the hunt was on. For those who were outside the castle walls soon found themselves chased down by massive wolf like beast and were soon torn apart, or mauled and left to bleed to death. Letting their screams echo in the night like a tortured chorus.Not to mention the live stock that were left outside became food for the beast. The guards on the walls let their arrows fly only to despair when they realized that such weapons barely fazes the beast. Their despair turn to horror when the werewolves climbed the walls to claw and snap at the archers. Some of the wolves missed and others only pulled the men off the wall. Thus the siege of the castle begun and the first of many distractions started.<br><br>&nbsp;Other wolves found the weak spots on the walls. Clawing at the murder windows on the towers.. bending the iron bars at the wall drains. Even ripping the doors off at the guard post that lead inside the walls even if they were blocked by more bars. The humans yelled their alarms and dumped their oil on a few unlucky werewolves. Causing a few to leave the battle so they can let their bodies heal. Even a few werewolves lost their lives thanks to the ballista that were mounted on the castle walls. Yet those were the only casualties on their side.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar ran up the wall with a few others to gain a foot hold at the top which was easy enough. After all their claws are damn near strong as stainless steel and the walls were made of granite. Meaning that they can easy grip and rip at the wall to get to their goal. The men on the top of the wall however.. well spears and great swords are damn effective when they are pointed down and chopping. Ragnar barely registered the pain as a spear entered his shoulder and lodged itself between his collar bone and shoulder blade and breaking it's haft. But he did feel the great sword slicing itself on the back side of his ribs. It was a sensation that was answered with his claws ripping and pulling the guards off the wall. It wasn't to long before the foot hold was made and the last humans were actually thrown at the castle hard enough that a few of them actually broke the beautiful windows that decorate it's upper floors.<br><br>&nbsp;That's was their true goal.. at least the first part. Ragnar, ever the opportunist leaped from the wall and landed on a sturdy roof.. well it seemed sturdy but he fell right through and landed in a what looked like a smithy workstation. It was quite a shock to the bald smithy and his family and the man fought bravely with his hammers.. Ragnar smashed his head against a wooden pillar hard enough to break the pillar and threw his broken remains at his wife and child. Leaving the structure as it collapses on itself. There he was on the streets of the castle that was mostly empty because of the carnage on the walls. Perfect for him to stalk and to look for prey.<br><br>&nbsp;Now this was in a span of a few hours and unfortunately the retreating howls started to echo in the night for the dawn will be soon. For Ragnar it wasn't a good sign for he was the only one to take the lead down and into the streets. Meaning that he would be easily spotted if he tried to make the climb right now. Which meant he needed a place to hide in the day and had to find it soon. With that in mind, the werewolf pulled the spear out of his shoulder as he looked for a good den.. Not finding one until he noticed an open stone arch with stairs going downwards.<br><br>&nbsp;Inside he found strange stone boxes in rectangular shape with humans statues carved on them along with those human scratches on their side. Curiosity got to him and the werewolf opened a few of them to find rotted flesh.. dusty bone and golden trinkets inside.. to him all worthless. Of course he didn't realized that he entered the royal crypts and was desecrating Melody's ancestors. To him this was a den for the day.. He continued looking around and sniffed the air.. note that a vampire nested here a while ago but was long gone.. finally the change cam over him and Ragnar form melted into a rather naked native man that looked human but not quite. For his eyes are still golden, his ears pointed and his body still slightly larger than a full grown man.. damn near seven feet high and extremely muscled.. and if any one sees his oversized canines. It was enough that he couldn't hide amongst the humans even if he wanted to.<br><br>&nbsp;There was a nice corner with a flat stone box that he could rest on until the following night. It was right next to a stair case that lead up into the palace from below. He closed his eyes to sleep vary lightly.. unaware that a soldier has noticed the foot prints in the mud.. that someone left the crypts door open.. that the soldier was smart enough to report this to his superiors and from them to the king.
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				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>18-05-2015, 17:48:46</strong>
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				That night, it wasn't long before she started to hear screams, howls, and growls.&nbsp; Frightened, she stood up, one of the guards rushing into her bedroom.&nbsp; "My lady," he said in an urgent tone.&nbsp; "We've been attacked, hide quickly in here."&nbsp; He gestured towards the closet.&nbsp; She rushed into it, sitting as far back in the closet as was possible.&nbsp; The night seemed to go on forever, screams heard in the night.&nbsp; She couldn't find the courage to sleep, afraid that the moment she closed her eyes, one of those beasts would be on her.<br><br>----------------<br><br>The word about Ragnar having gone down into the crypts reached the King.&nbsp; "So..." he said.&nbsp; "One of the beasts thought to find refuge in my own castle?"&nbsp; He was furious.&nbsp; Taking up his sword in his only hand, he started marching in the direction of the crypts.&nbsp; He took ten of his best knights, thinking they could easily corner and kill him with him now where to go.&nbsp; Making it down into the crypts, quietly so they could keep the element of surprise, he gestured for the attack to begin.&nbsp; They rushed in, surrounding the naked wolf man, attacking him with their swords.
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				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 11:17:56</strong>
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				&nbsp;One could say that Ragnar was toying with his prey. He dose that from time to time. He did it when he was a young cub and did so when he was barely of mating age and he's doing it now. Their breathing is far from steady, the rubbing of cloth over metal made them obvious. And the crunching sounds of booted feet over stone made it easy for him to track his would be hunters.. oh yea and the king has a still fresh stump in the place of a hand. It's still bleeding..<br><br>&nbsp;So he waited in the darkness for them to come to him... and got bored by how long it took them. So silently he crept away from his resting corner and found a new spot to watch humans try to hunt him. It was pitiful.. They surrounded a pile of bone and rags before they realized they had the wrong target. The human royal started to growl and shout in his own course language.. must've been orders to make them split up, for the small human pack started off in all directions.<br><br>&nbsp;It might turn out to be a fun day.. Ragnar stalked one human after another. Silently breaking the neck of one and strangling another. Making his situation into a small hunt of his own.. all the while he made sure the human royal was left alone. Letting him find his pack mates one by one. All to make the human royal smell of fear which each corpse he found... it wasn't long before the man ran out of the crypt.<br><br>&nbsp;Now that's done, Ragnar thought. It was time to find a new nesting site for the day. So he went deeper into the crypts.. deeper than most have been from the looks of the dust and cob webs. The werewolf noticed some specters here and there.. a few ghouls that left him alone. Their hunger and anger are more directed at the humans than they were to his kind. So he kept moving to find a new den.<br><br>&nbsp;He came across some old gates that lead to the dungeons.. of course Ragnar didn't know this. The gates were rusted to hell and was easily forced open. From there he went up some old decaying stairs until he found the first cells. The area was dark and poorly lit. But it had enough sleeping areas for him to rest and Ragnar decided to claim one for his own.<br><br>&nbsp;He slept softly enough and was interrupted only once. One of the ghouls crept up and was near him. It soon backed away from him submissively after Ragnar gave it a warning growl. But soon a few others came and went to make their way up the stairs. Their own natures calling them. All Ragnar cared was to sleep until he felt the change come over him and the werewolf sieged continued to the next night.
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				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>20-05-2015, 20:20:08</strong>
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				Leaving the crypts out of fear, Magnus went to check on his daughter.&nbsp; Seeing the guards still at her door, he felt assured that she was safe.&nbsp; Would she be safe going to her new home though?&nbsp; He didn't think so.&nbsp; But she wasn't safe here either.&nbsp; With the number of his men dwindling down, there wasn't enough protection for her here.&nbsp; He felt torn.&nbsp; He could send her away, but the beasts might track her and take her away from him as well.&nbsp; No, it was probably best for her to stay here.&nbsp; But he needed her fiance's men and he wouldn't send them unless he had her.&nbsp; Sighing, he decided he'd let her choose what to do.<br><br>Entering her room, he was worried because he didn't see her.&nbsp; "Melody?" he called out.&nbsp; The closet door opened, and she slowly came out, looking terrified.<br><br>"I...I heard the screams and..." he interrupted her by wrapping his arms around her.<br><br>"Everything's going to be okay," he said, trying to comfort his daughter.&nbsp; "But you now have a choice.&nbsp; You can either stay here or leave where it's safe."<br><br>Melody wanted to stay, but at the same time, after hearing those awful sounds of dying men, she made her choice.&nbsp; Tears in her eyes, she looked up at her father, "I'll go, but...I want to see mother one last time."<br><br>"I don't think that's safe," he said.&nbsp; "I just came from there, one of those beasts was there."<br><br>"In the crypts?" Her tear filled eyes widened.&nbsp; "Do....do you think he's still there?"<br><br>"I don't know, but I don't think I want you to find out."<br><br>"They sleep during the day don't they?"<br><br>He nodded, sadness and fear in his eyes, knowing what she was saying.<br><br>"I...I still want to see her.&nbsp; If I'm leaving, I want to say goodbye."<br><br>"Stubborn, just like her, but....I don't think it's..." the look on her face stopped him.&nbsp; Sighing, he kissed her forehead.&nbsp; "You'll go anyways, won't you?"<br><br>She nodded.&nbsp; As frightened as she was, she wouldn't leave without saying goodbye to her mom.<br><br>"Fine, I'll go with you as well as twenty men."&nbsp; They had ten last time, hopefully doubling the guard would help keep her safe.&nbsp; This time, they wouldn't separate to look for the beast.<br><br>Melody walked to the crypt, feeling safe with twenty men plus her father protecting her.&nbsp; The closer they got to the crypts though, the more terrified she grew.&nbsp; So were the men.&nbsp; She could hear disembodied voices, moaning, trying to say something but unable.&nbsp; They drew their swords and continued escorting the princess through the haunted crypts until they got to her mother's grave.&nbsp; Kneeling beside it, while the men surrounded her, she prayed for her mother to give her courage.&nbsp; Asking for her mother's protection.<br><br>"I miss you," she said softly, her voice echoing.&nbsp; "I came to say goodbye, this place isn't safe for me anymore."&nbsp; She started crying softly, wishing her mother were actually here.&nbsp; If she were, then there wouldn't be this war.&nbsp; They'd be living in peace and she wouldn't have to leave.
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				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>22-05-2015, 02:18:01</strong>
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				&nbsp;Small glowing orbs of sickly green light watched the king and princess with their escort making their way into the newly claimed territory. The creatures behind those eyes are patient, full of hate and anger at the living. Creatures that are plagued with a unnatural hunger. Slowly in silence the creatures surround the party and began to slowly crept themselves closer and closer. Not making a sound until the first one was ready to strike.. and even then it was a rasping breath.<br><br>&nbsp;One of the guards made a surprised shout as dry mummified hands reach out to grab his shoulders and a decaying mouth when for his neck. He will always be thankful that the chain mail protected him from the ghoul's bite. Although it was quickly followed by others. The guards did their duty and drew weapons on the creatures, two were dragged down and their vulnerable faces were made into tasty treats for the ghouls. <br><br>&nbsp;The remaining men took positions around the royal family. One of them shouted.. "The damn beast must have broke into the cursed crypts.." Indeed more of the restless dead came for them and the guards easily dispatched the creatures.. although most were unarmed and not wearing armor. The other ghouls were not so unequipped, and wielded their rusted weapons with years of experience.<br><br>&nbsp;The clash started one sided but soon became and evenly matched brawl. While most of the guards fought, a few took the king and the princess by the arms to usher them out of the crypts. The trek proved dangerous as more and more ghouls came after them. Reaching, clawing at those trying to escape. One guard was ripped off the princess and the other was realizing they were cut off.<br><br>&nbsp;"This way.." The man said to the king and princess and begun to lead them deeper into the crypts. Taking the gamble that there will be fewer of them in the deeper levels. He turned out to be right and soon managed to escort them out of the crypts and into the dungeons.. failing to notice Ragnar was resting in the corner in one of the cells. Well sleeping might have been a strong word. He watched them for a moment but ignored the intrusion for now.. after all he will hunt them when the sun sets in a few hours.
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				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2015, 02:54:27</strong>
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				Melody's visit with her mother was shortly interrupted by angry ghouls.&nbsp; She screamed in terror when a couple of the men were taken down by them.&nbsp; She backed up against her father as the rest of the guards surrounded them.&nbsp; A few began escorting her and her father away from the crypts.&nbsp; However, one of them was taken down and their escape cut off.<br><br>Their only choice now was to go deeper into the crypts and through the dungeons.&nbsp; That terrified her, but she had to be brave.&nbsp; It was her fault those men were killed.&nbsp; She had been too stubborn to see her own mistake.&nbsp; Tears filled her eyes as they were led through the dungeons and back up into the main part of the castle.&nbsp; She hadn't seen the beast, none of them had.&nbsp; They were to focused on getting out of there alive.<br><br>Once they were safely back in her room, she broke down.&nbsp; "I'm sorry Father, I...I should have listened to you."<br><br>He grabbed her and wrapped his arms around her.&nbsp; "You had to see your mother."&nbsp; Kissing her forehead, he wiped away her tears.&nbsp; "Now, the sun is about to set in two hours.&nbsp; It's too late to send you out so it will have to wait until tomorrow.&nbsp; Stay in your room and stay hidden.&nbsp; I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you."&nbsp; Kissing her forehead one more time, he moved to leave.&nbsp; "I'll send a maid up shortly with some food.&nbsp; I know you haven't eaten.&nbsp; She'll stay hidden up here with you."<br><br>"Be careful," she said, hugging her father one last time before he left.&nbsp; She walked over to the window and stared out.&nbsp; She started sobbing, hating how the world had turned out.&nbsp; So much fighting and death.&nbsp; When would it end?&nbsp; "Mom," she called.&nbsp; "I need you more than ever."&nbsp; Her words turned into a whisper and just then the door opened.&nbsp; It was the maid with bits of food they had leftover.&nbsp; She looked utterly terrified with the night coming.<br><br>"Don't worry," Melody said, wiping her eyes and putting on a smile.&nbsp; "The guards and my father will protect us."<br><br>The maid curtsied and moved to sit the food on the table.&nbsp; Melody sat and gestured for the maid to join her.&nbsp; She offered the maid too, which she accepted out of respect.&nbsp; "We'll be out of here tomorrow," Melody said.<br><br>The maid looked up, looking a bit relieved to hear that.&nbsp; "M'lady," she began, a bit nervous.&nbsp; "You'll be...taking me with you?"<br><br>"Of course," she said.&nbsp; "I'll take anyone with me that I can.&nbsp; This place is too dangerous and...I only hope my father would take his own advice and leave as well."<br><br>Not much else was said for the next couple of hours and the food was eaten.&nbsp; They both huddled together in the closet, listening to the muffled screams of men later that night as the hunt continued.
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				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>22-05-2015, 04:42:16</strong>
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				&nbsp;While he rested, more and more ghouls stumbled in. Most were so decayed that they were literally failing apart with each step and soon fell for one final time. The restless corpses finally resting as the magic that was animating fades away. Still more than enough made their way after the king and his daughter, yet getting lost as they sense more prey here and there. The unguarded nobles and servants who wasn't prepared.. Although a good deal o the castle guard made themselves useful by fighting the small surge of undead in their walls.<br><br>&nbsp;Outside was a different story. Most of the patrol guard had to replace the numbers lost to the wall guards. So when the ghouls came out of the crypt, the patrol were hard press to contain the creatures... Then there was the assault on the wall itself when the sun went down.<br><br>&nbsp;The werewolves found that attacking a castle wall was akin to a pack taking down a mammoth or a dragon. They couldn't use the same tactic as before and found new open area to focus on.. only to change those tactics when the humans realized what was going on. Indeed a few humans realized that the werewolves were not mere beast.. but highly intelligent creatures that were hell bent on killing them. Their most horrifying and often last thoughts was how ill prepared their defenses was with such a foe... and the losses were staggering.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar woke up to the first cramps that came with the change. While his bones began to break and reknit themselves, Ragnar was making his way down the hall and was up the stairs as he felt the fire of his fur growing rapidly on his skin. The last part was his snout forming on his face and by the time he reached the top of the stairs.. he was in his full hybrid form. In that form he entered the hall that Melody and the king used to escaped the crypts.. and he howled his fury.<br><br>&nbsp;The guards that were fighting the last of the undead paled.. the servants dropped what they were doing and ran to what ever hiding spot they could find. A few even fought nobles to get to those hiding places. Not caring if they lost or succeeded in evicting those of higher ranking. One howl and the castle damn near fell into chaos.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar set out to find his prey. His first victims were a group of guards. Their chain mail and leathers offered little protection against his claws. Their courage faltered when the first few died.. after all most of the guards were noble bastards who never saw combat before. They gave Ragnar plenty to hunt through out the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2015, 04:57:04</strong>
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				The fighting had commenced earlier than Magnus would have liked.&nbsp; The ghouls had followed them out of the crypts and while some fell, the magic holding them together failing, others continued to hunt the living.&nbsp; With the magic on them weakening, they were easy enough to kill, but they helped the werewolves in wearing down his men in strength, tiring them out.&nbsp; Then, the actual fight began.&nbsp; The wolves were on the hunt, seeking their prey, and he prayed that none of them would find their way to his daughter's room.<br><br>Vincent, still with a hurt leg, came to fight side by side with his father.&nbsp; Both men, staying in the heavily guarded throne room, prepared to fight with their lives if any wolves made their way there.&nbsp; Meanwhile, Melody and the maid huddled together in the closet, trying to keep each other brave throughout the night.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>22-05-2015, 06:16:09</strong>
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				&nbsp;The walls fell around one in the morning. The last of the watch died heroically and fought to the last man. The patrol tried their best, but they soon found themselves out maneuvered in the same streets they grew up on. It wasn't long until the last of the screams outside stopped.. yet the screams inside came and went. Ragnar hunted to his heart content and from the sound of scraping claws on the walls, he will be soon accompanied by others.<br><br>&nbsp;In fact he was, for the other werewolves found the entrance in the crypts and followed his scent and the trail of the dead. Soon it wasn't long as the fighting progressed into the castle's interior. The guards at the princess's door, the best of the best stood their ground as the few undead attacked them. They even stood their ground as Ragnar charged them unafraid of their swords and rightfully so. Their swords are next to useless to a beast that is constantly healing every devastating wound the moment they occur.<br><br>&nbsp;They fought valiantly and bravely.. but to Ragnar, they fought like cornered beast. A sensation he felt more than once. Still in his eyes that gave no excuse for the last man to start whimpering and to try to crawl away from him. The werewolf made sure his end was more painful than the rest.<br><br>&nbsp;The werewolf was wondering what they were guarding. After the door was.. well a door. What was so important to them that they were sacrificing their lives to stop him... well there's one way for him to find out. It just happen to involve the door being smashed in. The door was splintered and ruined when Ragnar stepped into the room and noted the bed and mirror. The closets and dressers tells him that this was a sleeping chamber.. and it reeked of the princess's scent... and it was coming from one of the closets.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar took a few steps to rip the door open when he heard a growl behind him. One of the other wolves finally found him and wanted his attention. Ragnar responded with a few "Gruffs" and his own growl. It was their basic war language. It just meant that Ragnar was told that most of the armed humans were killed and most of the harmless humans were captured. The devastation they gave this stronghold was to the point that it wont survive the winter. That the captured humans will be given to the elves as tribute.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar nodded to the other werewolf in agreement. This place was done and will soon be a haunted ruin. The powerful werewolf then turned back to the closet and ripped the door open to reveal the princess and her maid. Ragnar took the made first and tossed her to the other werewolf.. The princess he grabbed by the throat and dragged her with him. It was likewise with her maid.. <br><br>&nbsp;So it was that the siege stopped as swiftly as it began. Various werewolves dragged captured humans away from their home through shattered gates and broken walls. The ghouls were more or less slaughtered so that the elven tribute wouldn't be any more spoiled than it already is. As for the king and his son with the last few nobles and servants.. they cared not. The werewolves left them alone as there was no point to attacking them. As for the people outside.. well they were either killed or captured. Several have managed to hide but not enough to recover. There was no live stock left alive.. in fact most were devoured. It was the same with the horses.<br><br>&nbsp;Most of the captured humans will be surprised that the beast had brought with them, several large chains with spiked neck collars and wrist shackles to bind them in. They will have the same reaction when these so called savage beast began to bind them and force the captives to march to who knows where. By this was done, dawn had came. Melting the werewolves to their humanish forms. None of Ragnar's kind showed any shyness about their naked bodies. That both male and female werewolves were fully exposed to each other.<br><br>&nbsp;They knew what they were doing and the guided their tribute back to the elves.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>22-05-2015, 07:17:51</strong>
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				"It will soon be over," Melody whispered to the maid, trying to give them both courage.&nbsp; But then, they heard the men outside her bedroom fighting off one of the wolves.&nbsp; Frightened tears ran down both their faces as they heard the men screaming and dying.&nbsp; Then, suddenly, the door to her room was ripped open.&nbsp; They held their breath, trying to be as quiet as possible, but soon, they were found.&nbsp; Terrified they were going to be killed, they clung onto each other for life.&nbsp; Soon though, the beast grabbed the maid and threw her to the second one in the room.<br><br>They both screamed, trying to get up so they could run, but before they had the chance, they were captured.&nbsp; Melody clawed at her throat, struggling to breathe as she was dragged out of her home.&nbsp; It wasn't long before she was released.&nbsp; Gasping for breath, she saw the cages and all of her hope drained out of her.&nbsp; It was over, they lost.&nbsp; Now there was no leaving for protection tomorrow.&nbsp; If she hadn't been so stubborn....&nbsp; Tears filled her eyes and she looked around for her father but was unable to find him.&nbsp; Was he and her brother killed?&nbsp; Or were they captured too?<br><br>She was soon bound up like the others, forced to march behind these disgusting monsters.&nbsp; She silently glared at the ground through her tears as she marched.&nbsp; What was to become of them?&nbsp; Were they going to be livestock for these monster?&nbsp; Were they going to be slaves?&nbsp; She glared around at her surroundings, at her captors.&nbsp; She found the one who had personally captured her and glared at him as hard as she could.&nbsp; She hated him most of all.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 08:50:46</strong>
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				&nbsp;How long will it take for the human royals to emerge from their secured throne room? Will the one hand human alpha admit to the loss of his stronghold and kingdom? Or will he force what little left to serve and bow to him. There was no live stock left.. no horses.. and his farm fields were burned at the start of the siege. Any sane person can see that the castle and surrounding village are now a blood soaked ruin. Any regular life that could be claimed these days were impossible now. For the ghost and rising dead from the crypts will make their claim to that strong hold.<br><br>&nbsp;Of course Ragnar had no concept of currency and borders. To his kind such concepts are forever unnecessary. If they needed food they will hunt and the prey herds will always be on the move. The werewolf didn't know that humans function by holding vast territories under one banner that will cause future problems with his tribe. Still human armies rare attack his kind.. mostly because his kind is always on the move.<br><br>&nbsp;The werewolves continue to forced their captives to march for long hours of the day and let them rest at night. Letting them glare at their captors if they wanted or despair as the humans saw fit. Some were crying and others looked at the werewolves with horror when the change over came the wolves. The stories of the werewolves eating people are well known... yet that never happened.<br><br>&nbsp;The werewolves hunted at night and brought various prey animals back for the others for food. They even gave the humans bloody strips of flesh for them. Although they're not bothering to cook any of it.. in fact the werewolves are not lighting any fires at all. Leaving the weak humans die in the cold, or to starve to death if they don't eat the food that's offered.<br><br>&nbsp;This was the conditions for the next few days as the march towards the dense woods continued.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>28-05-2015, 23:53:49</strong>
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				For now, Magnus did absolutely nothing.&nbsp; He knew his subjects had been taken as hostages, slaves, whatever.&nbsp; He just hoped they hadn't found his daughter.&nbsp; If they had, he didn't know what he would do.&nbsp; He couldn't fight, they've lost this war.&nbsp; It was best to see if he could get the other kings rallied into this war with him. For now though, he had to wait until his home was empty, safe enough to hopefully find his daughter and flee.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she was long gone.<br><br>It felt like Melody had been marching for days, but it had only been a few hours.&nbsp; She was tired, wanting nothing more than a rest, but still they forced them to keep moving.&nbsp; When night finally fell, they were allowed to rest.&nbsp; Melody collapsed to the ground with the others, her muscles completely sore and her body demanding her to sleep and eat.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the only "food" they gave them were raw and very bloody.&nbsp; Melody grimaced at the sight of it and nearly got sick at the thought of having to eat it.<br><br>Humans couldn't eat raw meat, and so they were practically starved.&nbsp; The night was just as unforgiving as the day, being as cold as it was.&nbsp; Melody cried along with some of the others, feeling absolutely terrified and miserable.&nbsp; It was a long time before she was able to fall asleep, shivering.&nbsp; She was woken early the next day, with the others, and forced to continue their trek into unknown territory, their fates unknown.&nbsp; This continued for a few days, some of the others dying off.&nbsp; Melody couldn't help but wonder who was next.&nbsp; She glared through her tears, her stomach unbearably empty.&nbsp; She tripped a few times, wanting nothing more than to just stay on the ground and not move.&nbsp; But they didn't allow that, forcing her to get back up.<br><br>She felt so weak and desperate for any type of relief.&nbsp; Later that night, when more "food" was offered to them, she grabbed it.&nbsp; The thought and look of it made her so sick.&nbsp; Her hands dripped with blood from the meat as she stared at it.&nbsp; Her stomach begging her to eat it.&nbsp; Grimacing, she closed her eyes and took a bite of it. Blood oozed down and inside her mouth.&nbsp; The taste was absolutely disgusting.&nbsp; Unable to control it, she bent over and threw it back up.<br><br>Shaking with the exertion, she looked up at one of the wolves near by.&nbsp; "Please," she begged him.&nbsp; "We need water, and a fire to cook this meat."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 06:22:15</strong>
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				&nbsp;Humans are so weak, thought Ragnar. Already they were dying off before they even got to the half way point and that was on the second day. Those with sickness and sever injuries were already routed out and slaughtered to make sure they didn't slow down the rest. And yet they still die off like flies when they're removed from their cities. With a sigh he moved to remove one of the dead humans from the chain when one of them tried to speak.<br><br>&nbsp;It was the princess talking in the human chittering language. While he never understood the whole language itself. He did recognize the words "Fire" and "Water".. "Meat" was mentioned and that alone confused him a little. For one they have meat. The blood of the prey animals the packs hunted are better than water. As for fire.. well to many predators will take the opportunity to feast on the captured humans.. no humans than their will be no tribute to annoy the elves with... still if it helped them from dying.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar dragged the dead body away from the princess and signaled the others to make fire. This became a problem.. for one the werewolves burn hotter than humans. Another they have fur in the night and by all means fire is kind of worthless to his kind. Result being that almost none of the werewolves knew how to make one. Luckily one of the elder ones did and she started many fires.. the activity seemed to fascinate the younger werewolves who tilt their heads at her technique. Soon there were many fires along the chain line and the younger werewolves tried to make their own with little success.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar meanwhile went missing for a few minutes.. only to come back with a grey meaty heart of an elk. It lacked all of it's blood and was filled with water from a stream. He and a few others went down the chain line with other water filled organs. If this helped to keep the humans strong then so be it.<br><br>&nbsp;The next three days continued this was until they reached the edge of the forest, where the angelic like elves lived. The species was a complete contrast to the werewolves. Clean, clothed and orderly. Their armor are akin to robes and all of their weapons seemed to have been grown and not forge. Indeed every thing from their bows to their blades is pure iron wood. All specially treated to be harder than human steel. Their robes flow like water as they are made of silks of white and blue threads. Such threads were specially made to act more like chain mail than anything else. Their looks were alien and beautiful while the werewolves looked wild and contained a savage beauty.<br><br>&nbsp;The elven language is as beautiful as their looks and flowed like water. They demanded why the wolves returned with slave chains. They demanded why their captives were sick as they were.. such was the nature of the elves to treat others like servants. <br><br>&nbsp;The ones chosen to deal with the elves made things clear and soon people were pulled away from the chain. Those chosen few were bound and their flesh cut.. then those few experience the horror of being buried alive under the living trees. Their bodies were viewed as nothing more as plant food. This left a few humans left for the werewolves to deal with. So the chain was left behind and the princess with her maids and a few were forced to march once again. This time heading south to the breeding grounds. There they can watch after the young of the werewolves.. and if need be, become the first hunt for those about to be of age. The breeding grounds are one of the few places where the werewolves build huts.. it actually looked like a village.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 07:27:54</strong>
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				At first, he hadn't responded to her.&nbsp; She didn't know if he had heard her or not.&nbsp; But he had, and they were discussing something amongst themselves.&nbsp; She grew terrified that she would be punished for speaking up, but...she had to at least try and do something.&nbsp; They needed edible food and water.&nbsp; While it was a far cry from what they all wanted, to be safe and sound in their own beds, it was enough to give them hope.&nbsp; As terrified as she was, she was the one who needed to give them hope, that everything would be okay and they would get out of this somehow.<br><br>The others looked at her with gratitude and hope on their faces as the fires started to be built.&nbsp; When she felt the warmth of her own fire, she threw her meat on it, like everyone else and huddled near it.&nbsp; It felt good to be warm again.&nbsp; The smell of the cooking food made her mouth water and her starving stomach to growl.&nbsp; Never had she known such hunger and discomfort, being a princess, never had she been as appreciative of simple things like food and fire.&nbsp; When the meat was nearly burnt, she grabbed a nearby stick to help get it out.<br><br>Before it was cool enough to eat, water was brought to them.&nbsp; She grabbed hers, not caring that the container was a heart.&nbsp; All she cared about was the cool water that filled her mouth.&nbsp; She drank a bit, saving some for after her meal, which she ate as fast as she could.&nbsp; When it was all said and done, she was still hungry, but not nearly as much as before and the fire helped keep her warm enough to fall asleep.<br><br>The next three days were still hard on everyone, but none died on the rest of the way.&nbsp; She was glad they continued giving them fires, but she still hated them with every fiber of her being.&nbsp; When they finally reached their destination, the humans were in awe of what they saw.&nbsp; While still terrified, they could still appreciate beauty when they saw it.&nbsp; Even Melody had never seen such grace, elegance, and finery as the elves had.&nbsp; That awe quickly disappeared as some were chosen and cut, while others were buried alive beneath trees.<br><br>Melody, while utterly terrified, tried not to show it in front of the others who weren't chosen.&nbsp; She needed to be their beacon of hope, something she was losing herself.&nbsp; What was to become of them now?&nbsp; With the elves not wanting them, there was only one place left to go, and unfortunately it wasn't home.&nbsp; The wolves claimed the rest of the humans, marching them to who knew where.<br><br>She tried to stay strong for her remaining people, which weren't many left, but at night she silently cried herself to sleep.&nbsp; She wondered how she could give these people hope when she had none herself.&nbsp; There was no way of escaping, even if they weren't chained up.&nbsp; All they could do was beg for mercy.&nbsp; Maybe her father could get together another army but....she doubted that.&nbsp; None of the other kingdoms wanted to get in on this war of her father's.&nbsp; They knew how foolish it was.&nbsp; They even admired the magical folk, not hated them.&nbsp; Though, she didn't know this.&nbsp; She also didn't know that her mother wasn't actually killed by a supernatural creature like her father said.<br><br>What really happened, that she didn't know, was that her mother was terminally ill.&nbsp; Her father had called upon one of the best mages to help heal her.&nbsp; Only he couldn't.&nbsp; Instead of taking it as a failure, her father, crazed with grief called it murder and hated magical beings ever since.&nbsp; She believed the story her father told her.<br><br>The other kingdoms didn't believe him though, and thus, didn't join in his war and made it very clear to the other races that they had no intention of doing so.&nbsp; So no, her father wasn't going to be able to save her.&nbsp; Not if by some miracle he became magical himself, and that would go against everything her father was.&nbsp; There was no hope.&nbsp; All there was was survival.&nbsp; She had to hold onto that and hopefully she would get out of this mess alive.<br><br>This march took longer than the previous, but they finally made it to their destination.&nbsp; Melody and the others were tired, exhausted, and famished.&nbsp; All they wanted to do was eat and sleep, some maybe never wake up again.&nbsp; But, unfortunately, they had to see what their captors would do to them, and she was terrified.&nbsp; She tried not to show it though, for the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 08:48:53</strong>
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				&nbsp;Not far from the forest edge is a small valley. Well to the werewolves it's a small valley when in reality it's and ancient crater. The impact of a large object hitting the earth hard enough to make a small crest of mountains and the perfect spot for the werewolves to bare their young. Inside the crater was an assorted collections of straw huts and halls made of bark. Various bones are tied to ropes of reeds that seemed to connect to the huts and bark halls. As if they were trying bring the primitive structures together to form one building.<br><br>&nbsp;The make shift streets are filled with the small dots of people. Mostly that of children and women. For it was here that Ragnar's kind came here to raise the next generation. At least it's one of such places for there were many. Although few as populous as this breeding ground.<br><br>&nbsp;This was the destination for the humans.. for now at least. The remaining humans were pulled away from each other with the exception of three. The maids fought tooth and nail to be next to the princess and with annoyed growls. Soon found themselves left with her.. and with Ragnar.<br><br>&nbsp;The werewolf looked at the young human females as if they were prey. He stepped towards them and with a shove he made sure the three walked to one of the Bark halls in the center of the village. Inside wasn't much.. mostly bones and some primitive tools. An unused fire pit was inside but it hasn't used in a while. The only occupant was a young female werewolf with three young children. Her belly is swelling with a fourth.<br><br>&nbsp;That was his sibling Silver.. named for her fur when she was young. While it was usual for the female werewolves to mate with multiple males and go into heat at a young age. Silver is unusual because she turned to her brother to raise her cubs. It's unusual because raising the young is communal in practice. Neither Ragnar nor Silver knew their real parents. But both knew they were siblings for they smelt half of one another.<br><br>&nbsp;Silver looked up at her brother with his cargo of humans and tilted her head at him. Ragnar responded by shoving the princess to her. Her maids went to tend to the princess by was quickly held by scruff of their neck by Ragnar. Who tossed them towards the fire pit before sitting down near the entrance of the hall.<br><br>&nbsp;Silver leaned forward to sniff the princess while her cubs hide behind their naked mother.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>03-06-2015, 16:26:05</strong>
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				Melody and the others were surprised to find "buildings" here.&nbsp; Maybe the wolves were civilized after all, albeit in a more crude sort of way.&nbsp; Still it was a far cry from what they were used to.&nbsp; They stopped, and the humans were then split up, taken by whomever wanted them.&nbsp; Her maids fought to stay with her and they let them.&nbsp; She felt a bit happy that they were loyal to her even now.&nbsp; That feeling was immediately replaced by fear though, as they were soon claimed and forced to continue walking to one of the structures in the center.<br><br>It was larger than the others, but still relatively small compared to what she was used to.&nbsp; There was just one other wolf here, a female mother with three cubs.&nbsp; While she couldn't help but think they were cute, she knew they were going to grow up to be just like the rest.&nbsp; She was shoved forward to the female wolf, the action causing her to fall.&nbsp; She was tired and sore and because of this she was a bit slower to move and catch herself.&nbsp; Falling to her hands and knees in front of the wolf, she moved to stand up.&nbsp; What were they going to do with them?&nbsp; For now though, she was only sniffed at.&nbsp; She would be able to smell her fear, Melody reeked of it, but she tried not to show it, even if she failed at it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>12-06-2015, 09:35:31</strong>
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				&nbsp;Silver wrinkled her nosed at the reek of fear that was coming from the lowly human. Her lupine eyes saw weakness in Melody movements and the now rags of her dress. The sight made her all the more curious and she gave another look at her brother. Her hands move to the dirt filled ground so she can move on all fours while inspecting her brother's prize that he just gave her. It was obvious that the she wolf was more than curious, for this is the first time Ragnar brought any living thing home. Sure he'll bring home human tools and items for her cubs to play with. Or leathers and furs for them to use on their hut during the winter. Yet this is the first he brought human females to his home.<br><br>&nbsp;She turned to her sibling and asked. "Hexa.. Norja rou krex humanza?" The translation is brother why bring weak female humans? The first words of the werewolves spoken language, while before Ragnar communicated through the silent language.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar himself was looking at the two maids with a predatory glare. As if he was making sure they were not going to anything stupid. Yet his eyes moved at look at his sister. It was annoying when she questioned him... still it was a good question. In the end he answered simply. "Sinher ja doru." When I'm not here.<br><br>&nbsp;Silver seemed to understand why he did what he did and moved away from the princess. Silver soon returned with dried jerky in her hand and offered it to the princess. Unknowing that humans have a different diet from her own species.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>13-06-2015, 00:01:46</strong>
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				Alice and Eliza watched what was happening, too afraid to do anything.&nbsp; They were completely at their mercy and they hoped their princess would forgive them for being unable to aid her as the she would circled their mistress.&nbsp; Alice looked over at the cubs, watching them play, trying to get her mind off of their situation.&nbsp; Eliza looked between the two wolves as they spoke in a tongue she couldn't understand.<br><br>Melody stood there, frozen stiff as the female examined her.&nbsp; If she was displeased what would happen?&nbsp; Would she be killed and then her handmaiden's examined in turn?&nbsp; Or, did they plan on keeping all three of them anyways?&nbsp; She listened as they spoke, their strange tongue almost mesmerizing her.&nbsp; It sounded so different from the elven tongue.&nbsp; It wasn't enough to distract her from her current situation however.<br><br>Once it seemed that the she wolf was satisfied with the male's answer, she surprised Melody by offering her food.&nbsp; She slowly took it, watching the woman warily.&nbsp; She decided though, that if they were going to kill her, they wouldn't do it by poison.&nbsp; Not wanting to offend them and make her situation worse, she started nibbling on the jerky, actually finding the taste quite pleasant.&nbsp; She just hoped her body would be able to handle the food.&nbsp; She worked on the jerky, intending to eat it all and hopefully lessen the hunger she still felt.&nbsp; She nodded her thanks to the wolf.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>23-06-2015, 00:02:37</strong>
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				&nbsp;Ragnar will never understand his sister. At first she was nearly insulted by the gift he gave her and now she's treating one of them. It made him wonder if she knew how to train them or not. Well it didn't matter, they were her responsibility now. And if she needed to, she can handle three human females of the royal tribe. So for now the male werewolf watched the trio as they huddled together, much to his annoyance. Their kind still continue to show weakness in all situations. It was no wonder that the elders forbade any werewolf mate with them.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar got up with a growl and made his way over towards the three cowering girls and grabbed hold of one of the maids. Making her whimper as he pulled the poor girl away and tossed her towards the fire pit. Ribbing the enough fabric off her slender body to expose her perky breast. He then tossed a few pieces of fire wood towards her in a manner that made her flinch. Making it clear what he wanted.<br><br>&nbsp;The girl looked at the princess with teary, shameful eyes. And with on arm covering her breast she started to make the fire for the house. Ragnar growled once again and moved to leave the dwelling to go about his day to day.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>26-06-2015, 19:54:34</strong>
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				Eliza worked on the fire, trying to focus on it, hoping it would distract her from her situation.&nbsp; Alice moved over to help her, so they wouldn't get in trouble for taking too long.&nbsp; Melody watched, still nibbling on the small piece of jerky.&nbsp; She decided to share it and tore the remaining piece of jerky in half.&nbsp; When the fire was lit, she moved over and handed them both half.&nbsp; They took it gratefully, working on the tough meat as well.<br><br>Melody looked back over at the female wolf and her cubs, watching them as they played.&nbsp; She wondered at their situation, and wondered if being friendly would help it.&nbsp; She decided it ultimately couldn't hurt and she then pointed to herself and said, "Melody."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>28-06-2015, 07:55:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;Silver still watched the humans in front of her with a protective eye. Even as her cubs rough house with each other and should be monitored. The fact that her brother hade brought three human females into their hall. It was said that they will murder their own children because their kind is so weak. That their lives are so short because the gods punished them for being so. So silver watched the princess and her maids working the fire. That was until Melody tried to introduce herself by pointing to her chest and sounding out one of their strange words.<br><br>&nbsp;What was she trying to tell her? That the word meant weak? or was she trying point put the color of her ragged clothing. The she wolf honestly didn't get the name. The closest word she knew that was similar was melondii which meant submit and it's sibling word melondar, which means dominate... Well if it was a challenge of dominance then the weak human is foolish as well.<br><br>&nbsp;Still Silver watched her in silence while the girls work until they make the fire. A protective hand moves to her swollen belly, as if to protect her unborn. All the while she watched them in uncomfortable silence until her brother returns with a whole elk over his shoulders. The prey animal neck was ripped out and it's neck was broken. The markings damn near match the claw marks on it's back. The large male werewolf is now covered with a fresh coat of blood of the kill. <br><br>&nbsp;He looked at his sister and at the cowering humans. Letting a soft growl escape him as he took a few steps and drops the animal onto the floor. The cubs looked at the dead animal with interest and no sooner than it hit the ground. The three went at it at a shocking speed. Their small fangs making quick work of the hide to get at the strips of meat inside. While they are werewolves.. they look a lot like human children at this stage. So the sight might be slightly disturbing.<br><br>&nbsp;Yet while the cubs ate their fill. Ragnar decided to pick up the stone tools to cut and carve the kill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>30-06-2015, 20:59:20</strong>
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				The maids shrunk back when the male wolf returned, dropping the bloody carcass of an elk on the floor.&nbsp; He himself was covered in blood and looked absolutely terrifying.&nbsp; Melody herself flinched away from the dead animal, the site of the cubs eating away at the dead meat made her sick.&nbsp; She turned away, not wanting to watch, but she could smell all of that blood which just put the image back in her head.&nbsp; After closing her eyes a bit, the feeling went away and she looked back at the disturbing scene.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>16-07-2015, 09:57:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;The cubs pulled and tear at the animal's flesh but made little impact. Their fangs were still to weak to rip off the food properly and all they could do was to rip and make it bleed all the more. Which for those that studied the werewolves, could argue that was the point. That the blood was more healthy for the young than the flesh it self. Still Ragnar helped them a little by rip thin strips of meat for them to both nurse and chew on. Giving Ragnar the peace to continue his bloody work.<br><br>&nbsp;It took a while but the elk was soon hanging from the ceiling by it's hind legs. The animal was relived of it's organs, which were now roasting on the fire for the humans. Well some of them.. most of said organs were claimed by his sister who was clearly eating for two.. perhaps three from the size of her belly. Either way she was eating as if she was famished and she probably was. There was no one to hunt for her in nearly a week and it's rare for a pregnant female to hunt for herself, too much risk to the unborn. As for the animal's blood.. it was being gathered in large wooden bowls for the cubs. Who will take the occasional drink as the elk is drained.<br><br>&nbsp;Ragnar went to lay on his sleeping furs, now that his bloody work was done. It was still in the day when he hunted. Silver will rarely sleep now that he is home. Not to mention the cubs with their energy.. add that on top of forcing the princess and her people to march after the siege. The male is clearly exhausted by now and needed some sleep. Still he will wake up and look at the prisoners.. Perhaps he did take more than he could handle these days. Well if two of the humans prove themselves usable, he could give them to others who might have some use for them. At the vary least a few young werewolves will have their hunting rites in a few days.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chiarra</strong> on <strong>16-07-2015, 20:00:32</strong>
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				The maids busied themselves with cooking the left over organs, they were starving, barely having anything to eat over the last few days.&nbsp; Melody watched them, her stomach growling at the thought of food.&nbsp; She would be grateful for anything as long as it gave her a full belly.&nbsp; Eating organs would be a new experience for her though.&nbsp; All three of them were trying to get their minds off of watching the cubs drinking up the elk blood.&nbsp; It was a disturbing site, not one they were used to.&nbsp; It was something they were going to need to get used to though.&nbsp; Melody didn't think that they were going to be let free any time soon.<br><br>In fact, she wondered what would happen to them once they were no longer wanted.&nbsp; Would they be treated like this elk was?&nbsp; She shivered at the thought as Eliza handed her one of the finished organs.&nbsp; She stared at it for a moment, almost afraid to eat it, but the gnawing sensation in her belly trumped her fear.&nbsp; Closing her eyes she took a bite of...whatever it was and found that it wasn't that bad.&nbsp; It wasn't pleasant, but it was at least edible.&nbsp; One of the cubs became curious of the cooked organ.&nbsp; While she wanted to despise them since they were technically her enemy, they were just so small and cute she couldn't help it.&nbsp; She tore off a small piece of her food and offered it to the cub.<br><br>The cub started chewing it, but spit it out once it realized that it didn't like the taste of the cooked meat.&nbsp; Melody couldn't help but giggle a bit at the sight, her maids looking over at her curious.&nbsp; What was she laughing at?&nbsp; The cub went back to it's blood bowl and Melody finished off her organ before yawning.&nbsp; All of her exhaustion was creeping up on her, as well as her maids as they too finished eating.&nbsp; Her maids huddled next to each other, fighting off sleep and succumbing to it.&nbsp; Melody did the same.&nbsp; She laid down on the hard ground she had become accustomed to in the past few days.&nbsp; She was almost afraid of falling asleep, but was unable to resist.&nbsp; Her eyes closed shut, and she dreamed that none of this had happened.&nbsp; She was back home, eating breakfast with her father and brother, listening to them as they talked about politics and what not.&nbsp; The dream was nice and felt surreal, but it unfortunately came to an end when morning came and they slowly started to wake back to their nightmare.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Trial of Wolves (Chiarra and Lucifurian)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lucifurian</strong> on <strong>19-07-2015, 22:58:59</strong>
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				&nbsp;Ragnar didn't wake when the first rays of the morning light pierced the cracks in the roof. Nor did he stirred when the first hint of birdsong reaches his sleeping ears. For his nocturnal nature combine with his exhaustion&nbsp; ensured that he will sleep this day. His sister and her cubs however, were another story. For one the young cubs seemed to be fill the energy of their youths and their mother will be forever observant when it came to her children. And as morning woke the young, so did their mother to feed them.<br><br>&nbsp;Another sound will reach the ears of those who wake in the morning. The human language spoken in either soft whispers or in a normal tone. Even now the breeding ground was busy, even though it's true masters are asleep during the day. Their servants will be busy with chores, or enjoying their daily freedom that the sun brings. If either of the three girls will dare to open the door outside, it will resemble a simple normal human village. The only evidence of it's true nature will be the few werewolf women watching their youngest cubs run and play to the point of exhaustion. It was only then they will sleep in short naps.<br><br>&nbsp;The few exceptions to the cubs outside is Silver's litter. They were both to small and to young for it but give them a few months and they will start exploring the outside streets of the den. Silver herself yawned as she got up and silently headed out to get a bucket of fresh water.. and to use one of the out houses. She came back in with a filled bucked and some torn fabrics that had once belong to a human noble. Rich clothing and masterful thread work reduce to a bathing rag for Silver and her cubs. And the princess and her maids if they wish to clean themselves.
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