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Post by ♥Zach♥ on Feb 26, 2006 20:54:34 GMT -5
Fast on four legs, past mountians un-moving to the cold of auril's stinging wind. Past hostile vivid illusion of a creature of the wolves likeness. That of who society eschews as another name among the rest of the mindless cattle that farms the land.The forest of the south has called to me, with aid from the frail folk of Waymoot, the food supply of the beasts thining from the hunger of the fat and stupid of this creeping illness known as Civilization, it's buildings high and it's walkways paved to bake in the blistering sun. It's grounds no longer suitable for the beasts to walk and hunt, I shall be the antidote to this illness. Me and my fellow pack members will take for the forest and it's beast. It is time to feed...*The Night full of eerie wolf howls*
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Post by ♥Zach♥ on Feb 27, 2006 11:05:35 GMT -5
*Stories* Stories reverberate from waymoot of a lumberjack mulled to death; the wounds appear to be done by an animal, though it is not odd for such to happen his body was found skewered high up to a tree branch. His throat had also been torn out so as guards may guess to keep him from calling for help. As the story goes the captian of the local malitia said. "THis looks like the job of a wolf of exceptional strength, as wolves always tend to rip open their victomes neck" "But the event of finding this man in a tree is un-heard of" |
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Post by ♥Zach♥ on Feb 27, 2006 11:11:19 GMT -5
The stupid man was to frial to fight back in my furry. As I had speculated this was going to be easy, I took the libery of skwering his body on a jagged branch. His axe did nothing to fight me back, His flesh tasted well, the people here eat so well it sort of forms a flavor of it's own in them.
Now I must tell my pack of the frail meals that wonder the forest so that they get a taste to...
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Post by ♥Zach♥ on Feb 27, 2006 12:29:51 GMT -5
Two Days Latter Another death is confirmed on the edges of Redmist, agian the same wounds have been inflicted upon a man, he was known as Tomas Greentree a well known drunk to prowl around looking for more money to get his alcoholic fix, Guards even say that this time it appears he was physicly tormented and tortured befor he was murdered. Druids of Silvanus and other Gods at peace with nature see bad dreams in their sleep while in the forests now...some even see murder... (Picture added from the movie "Dog Soldiers" in to give a better feeling for what the druids see) |
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Post by ♥Zach♥ on Feb 27, 2006 13:53:21 GMT -5
I had the luck of finding a stumbling drunk to take my anger out on, the farm animals provide little in the way of a good hunt, unlike the animals he has a brain to produce fear. Only this time the drunk was slow and stupid from the in-take of so much alcohol and only supplied entertainment through mulling and mutilation
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Post by ♥Zach♥ on Feb 28, 2006 10:52:19 GMT -5
I have made my home now in the forest north of the town of Isinhold, I wait for my pack everyday, soon they shall feel the fun that comes with chasing the fat, frail, and stupid of this festering wort they call mass Civilization.
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Post by ♥Zach♥ on Feb 28, 2006 11:09:16 GMT -5
Dreams for druids at peace with nature becom more eerie the more the sleep in the forest or close to them, haunted by vivid sceans of murder at the hands of one of natures most savage killers, haunted by images of them stalking the night.  THe most recent proof of the murder of Tomas Greentree was seen in the dreams of all Druids at peace with natutre, the bite seen clear as day that tore out the poor drunks throat...  (Picture added agian from the movie "Dog Soldiers" to again help readers visualize what is seen) |
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