Post by vermilition on Nov 25, 2005 12:32:13 GMT -5
This is annother of my tales from WVF...
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In a ruined gothic chapel the solitary figure of Ironfur sat in prayer to the gods. He was asking for their merciful release from their gifts to him. He knew it was fruitless, the gifts of the gods could not be turned on and off like a lever. He continued in spite of his own advice. “Lords release, me I beg you” There was a slight noise to the back of the ruined chapel that the werewolf was using to beseech the gods.
He swivelled round and stood ready. His armour was a few feet away but it didn’t mater he was sure he could take anything that came through the door with his knife that was strapped to his leg. He squinted into the darkness ahead and made out the figure of a pitiful looking man about just short of six feet in height and no stronger than a starved dog.
“Come forth manling”. He called his deep voice echoing of the ancient walls of the chapel. The figure crept towards the werewolf scared but not totally afraid.
“I...I...I...Saw you and I t...thought you were one of those marauders trying to steal the artefacts”.
"I look for forgiveness not goods” he paused not sure what to make of the newcomer, he was not normal, he would have ran by now if he was human ,but there was something about him that made Ironfur question him. “Come, what is your name?” He called.
“I am Luther from the hut down the road” he said aloud as if it was some kind of honorary title. The werewolf eyed him suspiciously and the little man burst out “I have wife and child don’t eat me!!!”
Ironfur was rather taken aback by the rash comment, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. He attempted to comfort the man who was now cowering in the corner like he had been kicked in the rear. ‘Stupid human’ Ironfur thought. He walked back to the front of the chapel and noted the fine architecture on the walls. He turned again to find the man getting to the floor as he did so a silver knife caught the suns rays. This one was different no doubt about it.
“What do you want?” Ironfur probed him further he was lying no doubt he didn’t live any where near here no one did.
“I want to be like you… a werewolf.” He exclaimed “Please transform me so I’m like you” He was now on all fours pleading as Ironfur had been no more than ten minutes ago but for a different reason.
For five minutes Ironfur debated with himself on the matter. He snapped out of his daze and turned the scraggly little who now had a hungry look in his eye and he was fingering a package which was probably the knife. “O.K. I will do it but I must taste your blood first, hold out your hand for me.”
He held out a shaky hand and Ironfur bit it not deep though only enough to draw blood. Ironfur took a long drink he stepped back and swished it around in his mouth. It was a vile sour blood there was a sure taste of it he was a vampire…
Ironfur spun round to find Luther ready to pounce on him. Ironfur struck first with his muscular fist and connected with his jaw and the vampire let out a long wail of agony and hit back by scratching a deep cut to Ironfur’s chest. By that time Ironfur had drawn his knife and was ready to strike. He cut down and along and connected with the neck of Luther. A shower of blood splattered across the chapel but before it had hit the floor it turned black.
The vampire was dead on the floor and was clutching his neck in his hands and there was a tremendous amount of blood on the floor. Ironfur was soaked with the blood of his enemy and then he realise he had a wound to tend to. He walked silently to his packages and found his first aid kit. It was mostly cloth to bandage wounds but it would suffice for now he would seek proper attention at his next stop, the werewolf den of the Lupus pack…
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In a ruined gothic chapel the solitary figure of Ironfur sat in prayer to the gods. He was asking for their merciful release from their gifts to him. He knew it was fruitless, the gifts of the gods could not be turned on and off like a lever. He continued in spite of his own advice. “Lords release, me I beg you” There was a slight noise to the back of the ruined chapel that the werewolf was using to beseech the gods.
He swivelled round and stood ready. His armour was a few feet away but it didn’t mater he was sure he could take anything that came through the door with his knife that was strapped to his leg. He squinted into the darkness ahead and made out the figure of a pitiful looking man about just short of six feet in height and no stronger than a starved dog.
“Come forth manling”. He called his deep voice echoing of the ancient walls of the chapel. The figure crept towards the werewolf scared but not totally afraid.
“I...I...I...Saw you and I t...thought you were one of those marauders trying to steal the artefacts”.
"I look for forgiveness not goods” he paused not sure what to make of the newcomer, he was not normal, he would have ran by now if he was human ,but there was something about him that made Ironfur question him. “Come, what is your name?” He called.
“I am Luther from the hut down the road” he said aloud as if it was some kind of honorary title. The werewolf eyed him suspiciously and the little man burst out “I have wife and child don’t eat me!!!”
Ironfur was rather taken aback by the rash comment, the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind. He attempted to comfort the man who was now cowering in the corner like he had been kicked in the rear. ‘Stupid human’ Ironfur thought. He walked back to the front of the chapel and noted the fine architecture on the walls. He turned again to find the man getting to the floor as he did so a silver knife caught the suns rays. This one was different no doubt about it.
“What do you want?” Ironfur probed him further he was lying no doubt he didn’t live any where near here no one did.
“I want to be like you… a werewolf.” He exclaimed “Please transform me so I’m like you” He was now on all fours pleading as Ironfur had been no more than ten minutes ago but for a different reason.
For five minutes Ironfur debated with himself on the matter. He snapped out of his daze and turned the scraggly little who now had a hungry look in his eye and he was fingering a package which was probably the knife. “O.K. I will do it but I must taste your blood first, hold out your hand for me.”
He held out a shaky hand and Ironfur bit it not deep though only enough to draw blood. Ironfur took a long drink he stepped back and swished it around in his mouth. It was a vile sour blood there was a sure taste of it he was a vampire…
Ironfur spun round to find Luther ready to pounce on him. Ironfur struck first with his muscular fist and connected with his jaw and the vampire let out a long wail of agony and hit back by scratching a deep cut to Ironfur’s chest. By that time Ironfur had drawn his knife and was ready to strike. He cut down and along and connected with the neck of Luther. A shower of blood splattered across the chapel but before it had hit the floor it turned black.
The vampire was dead on the floor and was clutching his neck in his hands and there was a tremendous amount of blood on the floor. Ironfur was soaked with the blood of his enemy and then he realise he had a wound to tend to. He walked silently to his packages and found his first aid kit. It was mostly cloth to bandage wounds but it would suffice for now he would seek proper attention at his next stop, the werewolf den of the Lupus pack…