Fenrir
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My greatest fear, is my greatest strength.
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Post by Fenrir on Sept 18, 2007 13:48:41 GMT -5
Fenrir was walking on the outskirts of Minas Tirith in the black night. He was very hungry and was heading to get some food in the great city. On his way in Pelanor Fields he encountered a stranger that seemed to be an Ithilian ranger. He was starving. He walked up behind the stranger and started to transform in the blackness. In mere seconds it was done and he was a werewolf blacker than the night sky. Fenrir used his super speed and grapped the man from behind. He attempted to bite him on the neck. He figured making an ithilian ranger a werewolf would be amusing.
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Post by Aidan on Sept 18, 2007 14:47:36 GMT -5
A cool breeze swept across the field of the Pelennor and the sky was slightly cloudy. It was a nice night for a walk.
Aidan, with his cloak and glaive, decided to walk to the city of Osgiliath and meditate until the sunrise.
On his way to Osgiliath, he thought that he heard something following him, but he turned around and saw nothing. "Hmm, must be my imagination." He muttered and turned around.
"Argh!" Aidan felt the steel-like claws penetrate his back, luckily the foe's momentum caused him to overbalance a bit and that gave Aidan enough time to free himself and ready his glaive. All he could see was a shadow-like thing prowling around him in the darkness. Aidan and the foe circled around each other, waithing for one to make a mistake. The moon peeked out from behind a cloud and illuminated the field. Aidan gasped with shock as he saw that he was facing an enormous wolf, but this was no ordinary wolf--there was something different.
Warm blood seeped down Aidan's back and he was starting to lose some strength, but he was determined to stand and fight. He drew patterns in the air with his glaive, daring the creature to come closer.
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Fenrir
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My greatest fear, is my greatest strength.
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Post by Fenrir on Sept 18, 2007 17:23:07 GMT -5
Fenrir could tell he was well trained but was no match for his accelerated strength and speed as a werewolf. Plus he was a full blood elf so already he was faster and had better reflexes. Fenrir saw he was waiting and taunted him, "So, is the little man scared of the big bad wolf?" At that Fenrir used his speed to act like he was going behind his foe so he would start turning, and then cut back in front of him where he hopefully wouldn't be able to defend himself. Fenrir used his claws to try to grab the man by each arm.
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Post by Aidan on Sept 18, 2007 21:10:21 GMT -5
"So, is the little man scared of the big bad wolf?"
Aidan was shocked--the wolf actually talked! He slashed viciously but it was not quickly enough to prevent the wolf from puncturing his arms with its claws. "What the hell are you?" Aidan shouted in its face. With a massive effort, he tore free of the claws, but he also left a lot of his flesh behind. Blood loss and the beginnings of shock clouded his mind, he couldn't think as clearly or move as quickly. Aidan weakly held up his glaive and uttered a blood-curling battle cry. He began to rush the wolf with his glaive, but his body gave out underneath him and he found that he could not rise. If there was more light, his cloak would look a dark brown instead of green from all the blood stained on it. But still, he clutched his glaive and feebly tried to stab at the creature. Of course it was to no avail and he lost consciousness.
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Fenrir
Leuthenant
My greatest fear, is my greatest strength.
Posts: 58
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Post by Fenrir on Sept 19, 2007 15:18:19 GMT -5
Fenrir could see the man was wobily from bloodloss. He grabbed the mans glaive and threw it away from him he then held the man up and bit him on the neck as he was unconscious. The next full moon this man would get a big surprise. The man wouldnt be able to control his powers for a while. But like Fenrir, if he really tried he could master being a werewolf.
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Post by Aidan on Sept 22, 2007 13:02:51 GMT -5
Aidan fell even further into the blackness, but suddenly he was running through a forest. The strange thing was, was that his eye level was lower to the ground as if he were running on all fours.
The sunlight pounded Aidan's face mercilessly until he awoke from his slumber. The wanderer sat up suddenly and grabbed his glaive, expecting to see his adversary standing above him, but the wolf was gone. "Was it all a bad dream?" Aidan murmered. It wasn't the first time that he had slept in the middle of a field. His hand ran over his neck and he felt a bit of blood, but it was nothing significant. "How strange..."
OOC: Aidan is now officially a werewolf
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