Fangs and claws (Godric the Radical)
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				Title: <strong>Fangs and claws (Godric the Radical) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 09:14:25</strong>
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				Having just barely survived the blood moon, staving off her second transformation for another month luckily, Ruby emerged from the shabbily created shelter she'd stayed in the night before. Ruby had made absolutely sure that not even the slightest light could touch her through the night and there was no convenient hollow or cave nearby so a pile of dry leaves and twigs had to make do. She'd spent most of the night crying and checking the healing wound on her shoulder. It seemed no one was sympathetic to the victim of wolf bites, she had thought her own family might have helped or at least helped her find somewhere safe to go, no such luck. They had ordered her to leave, not even giving her a chance to collect what few possessions she had. <br><br>Her first transformation had been painful and she remembered nothing from the first night to the third morning when she was in agony and naked and frightened. She had to filch some clothes from someone's garden to keep her modesty and vowed to remove her clothes before her next transformation. The blood moon was almost the end of her, had she not known as much as she did about the creatures. She wandered through the trees in her 'borrowed' shirt and leather trousers and boots, barely making a sound as she wandered aimlessly and kept consulting a piece of partially burnt paper at the name written there. She had no idea how one was supposed to find someone with only just a name but she could only try. If the rumours were true the man on the paper would be her only hope at returning home. <br><br>The trees were getting thicker and taller now as she moved onwards, jumping at any little sound that she heard, she noticed a lot more of those sounds now and smells she'd never dreamed she'd smell before, who knew no two bluebells smelled exactly alike? As the morning wore on she felt like she wasn't walking alone anymore and kept turning at odd moments as if to catch her mysterious companion. At one point she'd picked up a gnarled branch, snapped off the twiks and held it to her side like a sword, crude but it was the best she had right now. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fangs and claws (Godric the Radical) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metro Mech</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 19:13:01</strong>
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				Oh what fun was the forest and the fun that he could stir up with those around him. For right now a Faerie dragon had been following this human through the forest as soon as she had entered the forest. Humans always knew how to have great fun among one another so this human had been the source of his pranks and tomfoolery ever since she had stepped into the forest. Zehir had played the first prank of removing the path with a simple illusion spell to get her lost in the forest. When she had become lost enough he started to change the colours of plants and make flowers smell different then they really should have.<br><br>He had always felt so lonely, the forest animals were so unwilling to do anything with him or any of his pranks, nope they would just run away or hide from him. Whenever a human came into the forest though it was much more fun for him and the human. Like a prankster, he was always planning his first trick along the way. She had been walking through the denser part of the forest which was to his advantage due to the human's limited sight and smell which made his hiding all the much easier. He had formed an advanced invisibility spell to hide both of his forms from sight but he was preparing everything he would need. He leap through the trees with a speed the human wouldn't be able to catch up with but he made sure not to leave this human in the dust<br><br>After leaping from tree to tree he reached the area that would be the perfect place for his next act. A clearing had come to mind when he thought about his next prank and that place would be the best. He formed a trail of bricks for her to follow in the shape of a path. This path would directly lead her to his prank. He stopped when he got to the clearing, surveying the area for any bad things. The area was clear and ready for his prank, he set a magical spell on the area of the clearing to make a building appear. The building was a large house with a sign over it, the sign said “Soup’s up.” But when that was finished he needed his own disguise. He thought for a second but changed his colourful body to that of a French chef and his robes were many colours. He went inside and waited for her to come to him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fangs and claws (Godric the Radical) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 19:52:55</strong>
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				The prickling feeling on the back of her neck didn't go away, even when she stopped hearing the noises of someone moving around her. She wondered if it was possible to have ribs break because the heart beat too fast? She dismissed the idea and almost tripped over a loose brick? She looked at the road that seemed to come out of nowhere and frowned. This was highly unusual, no one would build a brick road here would they? Then not finish it. she followed the marked path, keeping the branch she held at chest height and used her heightened senses to her advantage. Every now and then an unfamiliar scent would hit her nose and she couldn't put her finger on what it belonged to, or even if it was animal or plant matter. <br><br>The road ended almost as soon as it began and in front of her now was a house. "Surely not!" She eyed the building warily and walked around it once to check for foul play, but being human her sense for magic was dulled so she had no idea it was just an illusion. She tapped the stones with her stick, it felt real, and the lights were on. She looked up at the sign and then tried the door. It gave and she let herself inside. "Hello?" She asked, looking around the room, still unsure about the whole place. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fangs and claws (Godric the Radical) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metro Mech</strong> on <strong>15-04-2014, 22:30:17</strong>
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				Zehir could hear two distinct things outside of his illusion, one was her heart pounding against her chest and the other one was her voice exclaiming about the restaurant that was at the end of the brick road. Her exclamation and general surprise had caused him to chuckle to himself before he heard tapping on the stone to which he would need to hide to make his grand entrance as the French chef. He retreated back into the kitchen, using his magic he began to form all matters of food and drink for the prank. He had everything from chicken to red wine and back for his purposes. All of this food was illusions along with all of the drink but it need not matter because to her it would feel as real as the trees and earth. <br><br>He had purposefully left the door unlocked to let her in and to make her wonder what was inside but when she stepped inside along with seeing if anyone was inside he burst through the kitchen doors with a smile on his face. He looked much like a French human even along with a needle mustache on his face. He would look like that to her but in real life he looked like himself “Bonjour mon ami, welcome to my restaurant the Soup's up... what can I get for you this day?” he asked with a very thick French accent but he still had the strange chef outfit with the many colours. He couldn't get rid of his many colours but it had to be somewhere.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fangs and claws (Godric the Radical) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malgriff</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 06:43:58</strong>
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				Ruby was still not completely convinced this was real, perhaps the blood moon had gotten to her and she was somewhere in limbo or..she didn't really want to think where else she could have ended up. The sudden appearance of the French chef made her yelp like a wounded pup&nbsp; in surprise. She looked at him like he'd grown a second head or antlers, or both. She hadn't heard a word he'd said and shook her head to clear it. "Uh..I don't..Is this place for real? why put it in the middle of nowhere?" She asked, brows furrowed as she tried to piece things together. He didn't look like any chef she'd ever seen, too many colours for one, she wondered if all French chefs dressed like that or just this one. <br><br>Hunger eventually overrode her need to question the place's appearance. "I don't suppose you've any beef stew do you?" She asked, her stomach making a noise of ascent as if in agreement to a good meal. "Oh..I don't have any money to pay for it.." She looked at him imploringly, hoping he'd be understanding. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Fangs and claws (Godric the Radical) </strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Metro Mech</strong> on <strong>16-04-2014, 07:10:58</strong>
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				Zehir had prepared in the case of almost anything when it came to pranking humans. Humans were often the funnest to play the pranks on because of their lack of imagination. This lacking often played in his favour of setting up easy prey to his jokes. When she cried like a pup that made his dragon form roll around laughing but his human form just stood there before saying to her "Yes this place is for real... I built it out here so that people would have to find this pace to get real food. <br><br>Zehir listened to her stomach growl and her request for food "I do have beef stew and it will be on the house from me to you." he said before placing a bowl of soup on top of a miniature house that he had before carrying it back out to her and setting it on a table with a spoon there. To her unknowing he had spiked it with a mixture of bell peppers and covered the smell with cilantro 
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