Sven rose from the remains of his kill, clutching the head of the beast in one hand, the shaft of his axe in the other. Grinning from ear to ear with savage glee, he chuckled, tossing aside the head as he roared a challenge to any other creature that may have been lurking, expecting his death. Unfortunatley, none answered his call. Frowining, Sven hefted his axe, giving a few practice swings through the air to loosen up his muscles from his latest encounter. After waiting a few moments, he shrugged, realizing no other abominations were willing to face him.
Continuing his interrupted travel along the broken, sagging road, Sven ran a hand through the braids of his hair, wondering once again what he was doing here. The prey was too weak, the humans too frail. There had been no real challenge for days. To make things worse, he had not experienced the God Touch since he had left his tribe several months ago. Perhaps the Shaman had been wrong. Perhaps he truly wasn't a god, as he had been told.
The sound of voices ahead broke Sven from his thoughts, as he instinctively moved to grasp Bloodsong and The Wolf Tooth, holding the ancient weapons at the ready. From the sound of it, there were more than a few humans travelling together, enough for a real fight. Grinning, Sven once again shouted a challenge.
No-one appears to be leaving, I guess we are all going Walter thought with a smile. He looked toward Aiden and said, "Alright lets go." This will be so exciting! He started walking toward the barrier only to be stopped mid-stride by a sudden shout. Somewhat panicked, he looked around wildly. "Who's there!?" He shouted. Could someone have found out about the adventure already?
Someone's here?
"... Let's go!" He pushed himself off the ground and stepped past the barrier. He stopped himself after jumping one meter away from the barrier. A crimson coloured half-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Or maybe something... "Come on!"
Walter placed his hand on his dagger and followed Aiden quietly, I don't want whatever it is finding us he thought. He past the barrier cautiously, he had never been out there before. Walter didn't know what to expect out here, it just didn't feel the same as on the other side of the barrier. Is it my imagination or does this feel odd?
Walter surveyed the area around them, he was starting to panic a bit. He wasn't expecting to have to fight something so soon.
Josh heard the shout too. "Who could that be? Did someone find us? Is there someone beyond the barrier?" Josh thought, but there was no time to answer these. He kicked his boots into the ground, and locked his eyes forward as he dashed through the barrier with the others, his spear in both hands. He stomped his boots into the ground, and skidded about four inches, stopping right next to Aiden and Walter. His blue eyes darted around with precision, trying to spot anything that could be out here.
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"Just remember that when you are falling, turn it into a dive." ~Wookiefoot
"Why isn’t my life like a situation comedy? Why don’t I have a bunch of friends with nothing better to do but drop by and instigate wacky adventures? Why aren’t my conversations peppered with spontaneous witticisms? Why don’t my friends demonstrate heartfelt concern for my well-being when I have problems?… I gotta get my life some writers." ~Calvin, Calvin and Hobbes
"It's either a monster or a human -maybe one of our hunters-, neither of which is good for us! Hurry up!" Aiden snapped. He looked around frantically, trying to see where the source of the shout was.
Sven heard the scurrying of boots, the shouts of the pack ahead of him. Concealed behind one of the crumbled buildings along the paved road, he peaked over a rusting iron support beam, catching sight of a ragtag group of teenages, all holding makeshift weapons. Despite their show of force, Sven noted that none of them really looked like a real warrior. Some were scared, he could see it in their eyes. But there was one, apparently leading the group, whose eyes showed with something else. Determination. This one was set on finding him.
Stepping out from the shadows, Sven rose to his full height, towering over even the tallest of the group. Holding his weapons at his side lazily, though not without purpose, Sven spoke in the accented, broken English he had gathered in his travels, pointing to the one who seemed to have no fear.
I've never seen this guy in our village before...
"Who...?" Aiden clicked his tongue and took a step back. He turned his head to the people still inside. "H-hurry up, you guys!"
He turned back at the tall warrior with the crimson shield in front of him. Does this guy want to fight? If we do that, the adults'll find us...
Walter looked up at the challenger, Who does he want to fight? he thought. Walter was starting to panic a bit, he didn't know what to do. Should he run, attack or try to blow the challenger away? He drew out his dagger and readied himself to run at any moment.
"W-what do y-you want?" Walter stammered. Who is this guy? he thought. "W-who are you?"
Sven halted at the stammering words the duo just managed to make out. They were inexperienced obviously, and even the one he had challenged seemed apprehensive. Curious. Shrugging his massive shoulders, Sven returned his weapons to their sheaths, while holding his hands out in the traditional peace display. Answering the last question he could make out, he grunted,
"Sven. I wish to challenge this one. What is matter?"
He could not understand why they refused to face him, or flee, or charge, or do...something. They seemed stunned by his presence, as if seeing an outsider was unknown to them. Scratching at the rough patch of facial hair he had let grow out, he considered the facts. He had scared them, that was certain. But why stay, if they would not fight? Why did they not run? Deciding to also voice his concerns, Sven simply added,
Walter seemed to be frozen in place with his dagger at his side, seeing Sven put his weapons away he relaxed slightly. He sheathed his dagger but remained suspicious. It didn't take long to find danger he thought, Where did this guy come from?
The words 'don't run' had just passed through Walter's ears, he looked at Sven suspiciously. Why did he not want us to run? Why does he want to challenge someone? Where did he come from? So many questions and yet no answers, Walter took a step back and considered his options again. All the while watching Sven, wanting to see what he would do next.
This is really bad... "Sorry, but we really don't have time," he answered. He pulled out a small dagger that was sticking out of his bag. The crimson shield flew over to the blade like liquid, covering it completely. "Maybe we can fight later but right now is impossible..."
He turned back to the others and saw the villagers on the streets, making their way towards the barrier. "Hurry up!!"
Sven noted the swarm of people making their way toward the group of teenagers in front of him. So they're running from something else, he thought, mind racing as he ran through his options. The teens didn't look like trouble, nor did they resemble warriors. Whatever they were running from had to be dangerous enough that they didn't turn back when confronted by Sven. Making his decision, he gestured toward the shelter of the ruins, saying,
"This way. Safe. Hide, shortcut."
Without waiting to see if they were listening to him, Sven brushed past the group, drawing his weapons as he stared down the search party. They were many, and he was one. Perhaps in this fight, the gods would bless him once again. Giving another roar, he broke into a run, charging at the villagers, baring his teeth with savage delight.
"Wait! Stop!" Walter shouted at Sven, "They're just members of our village!" He had to stop Sven before he attacked the villagers. Why is he attacking the villagers? What if he doesn't listen to me or doesn't hear me? I might have to blow him over with a gust of wind Walter thought. "What should we do?" He asked the group, with a look of panic on his face, "We need to act now!"
Aria caught up to the group, running a bit behind as she had hesitated leaving several times, pausing and looking back, before convincing her herself to move forward and catching up. When she did she eyed the strange person near them warily, keeping to the back of the group and keeping quiet, not that she could talk much (Or at least easily) in this form. He's strange. He talks funny, like he's been raised away from society and he seems to be picking a fight. I don't trust him. When he offered to take them to a safe place she found herself changing her mind but when he charged at the group her mind quickly changed it's perspective. She quickly dodged with the grace of a panther, her current form, and shot Walter a quick glance when he spoke. She followed his directions and acted, charging and pouncing at their attacker from the back, hoping his momentum would carry him forward. For a moment her mind changed into something wild.
Villagers? Sven could barely comprehend the protests behind him, his thoughts swirling inside his pounding head, spiked with the red stab of rage. He could hear shouts, terrified calls, hunters reaching for weapons, unprepared for him. Unprepared for a God.
And then he could feel it, finally. The blood coursing through his veins, faster and faster, his heart pumping past any natural level. His muscles swelled with unnatural energy, pulsing, tightening as his grip on his weapons tightened, white-knuckled. And his speed, oh his SPEED! Covering yards with his massive strides, like the charge of some massive, raging bull, the villagers scattered at his approach, weapons missing, or deflected by...something. Sven could feel it, the Touch, almost there, so close...
And that's when he felt the panther tear across his back, pushing them both fast to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Struggling to detach himself, Sven grabbed the feline by the scruff of her neck, and roared in her face,
Aria felt her fears become muffled under the sound of her blood pulsing in her ears, the feeling of adrenaline running through her veins, and the call of the beast who's form she took. To say that all fear was wiped away would of been a lie though as one stood out over the rest, her fear of harm coming to her friends. She stared down her opponent taking in his features and his words, realizing something. She adjusted her position and moved her head closer to the boy, locking her blue eyes shared by all her forms with his and with the distorted, wheezy voice spoke "I don't... know what I took... but if the gods... let me take it that easily... I do not believe... they intended to give it to you at all... I don't know why... but i'd guess because you let... blood lust... take over... and tried to attack the innocent... wandering away from your true path." She then attempeted to pull herself up and go back to the others. I hope my (metaphorical) arrow struck home.
Sven released the shape-shifter, allowing a low hiss to drag through his teeth. Her wild accusations were instantly dismissed. In his tribe, they had killed shape-shifters as pagan witches, liars and deceivers by nature. But there was something she had said between her venomous speech...
"Innocent? Are you not running from them? They are dangerous. Warriors. I will honor them with death."
He gulped in air, attempting to salvage the God Touch before the villagers could reform. He retrieved his fallen weapons, turning back to the shifter.
"I give you chance to run. Go. Run. I show mercy."
Returning to the rabble of villagers, he purged the thoughts from his mind once again, allowing the rage, the poignant warrior-spirit, to flow through him again.
"Sven! They are not going to attack us! Stop, please!" Walter cried anxiously, Why won't he stop!? Do we have to stop him ourselves? Walter decided he should try to deter Sven from attacking himself.
Walter stretched his arms out in front of him and focussed, a jet of wind shot out from between his hands. He directed it towards Sven, the wind grew into a gust. Rocks, sticks, leaves and small shrubs were sent flying towards Sven. Walter was trying to knock him down, trying to distract him from the villagers.
Walter didn't want Sven to attack anyone, least of all innocent members of the village. "Sven, please stop!" he shouted again.
Sven growled as he felt the air around him begin to shift, the wind pelting him with various shreds of debris and foliage. With an exasperated final shout, Sven pivoted, sprinting back to the original group of teenagers. Shouting various curses in his own tongue, Sven finally managed to choke out,
"NO ATTACK. FINE. LEAVE NOW, YES?"
Without waiting for a response, he hauled the shape-shifter to her paws, half-carrying, half-dragging her back into the safety of the buildings. When he was sure she was safe, he ran back to the group, and in barely intelligible English, spat,
"Come now, or I kill. Patience gone."
With that, he disappeared into the shadows of the ruins.
Continuing his interrupted travel along the broken, sagging road, Sven ran a hand through the braids of his hair, wondering once again what he was doing here. The prey was too weak, the humans too frail. There had been no real challenge for days. To make things worse, he had not experienced the God Touch since he had left his tribe several months ago. Perhaps the Shaman had been wrong. Perhaps he truly wasn't a god, as he had been told.
The sound of voices ahead broke Sven from his thoughts, as he instinctively moved to grasp Bloodsong and The Wolf Tooth, holding the ancient weapons at the ready. From the sound of it, there were more than a few humans travelling together, enough for a real fight. Grinning, Sven once again shouted a challenge.
"... Let's go!" He pushed himself off the ground and stepped past the barrier. He stopped himself after jumping one meter away from the barrier. A crimson coloured half-transparent shield appeared in front of him. Or maybe something... "Come on!"
Walter surveyed the area around them, he was starting to panic a bit. He wasn't expecting to have to fight something so soon.
"Just remember that when you are falling, turn it into a dive." ~Wookiefoot
"Why isn’t my life like a situation comedy? Why don’t I have a bunch of friends with nothing better to do but drop by and instigate wacky adventures? Why aren’t my conversations peppered with spontaneous witticisms? Why don’t my friends demonstrate heartfelt concern for my well-being when I have problems?… I gotta get my life some writers." ~Calvin, Calvin and Hobbes
Stepping out from the shadows, Sven rose to his full height, towering over even the tallest of the group. Holding his weapons at his side lazily, though not without purpose, Sven spoke in the accented, broken English he had gathered in his travels, pointing to the one who seemed to have no fear.
"You. I will face you."
"Who...?" Aiden clicked his tongue and took a step back. He turned his head to the people still inside. "H-hurry up, you guys!"
He turned back at the tall warrior with the crimson shield in front of him. Does this guy want to fight? If we do that, the adults'll find us...
"W-what do y-you want?" Walter stammered. Who is this guy? he thought. "W-who are you?"
"Sven. I wish to challenge this one. What is matter?"
He could not understand why they refused to face him, or flee, or charge, or do...something. They seemed stunned by his presence, as if seeing an outsider was unknown to them. Scratching at the rough patch of facial hair he had let grow out, he considered the facts. He had scared them, that was certain. But why stay, if they would not fight? Why did they not run? Deciding to also voice his concerns, Sven simply added,
"Don't run."
The words 'don't run' had just passed through Walter's ears, he looked at Sven suspiciously. Why did he not want us to run? Why does he want to challenge someone? Where did he come from? So many questions and yet no answers, Walter took a step back and considered his options again. All the while watching Sven, wanting to see what he would do next.
"Sorry, but we really don't have time," he answered. He pulled out a small dagger that was sticking out of his bag. The crimson shield flew over to the blade like liquid, covering it completely. "Maybe we can fight later but right now is impossible..."
He turned back to the others and saw the villagers on the streets, making their way towards the barrier. "Hurry up!!"
"This way. Safe. Hide, shortcut."
Without waiting to see if they were listening to him, Sven brushed past the group, drawing his weapons as he stared down the search party. They were many, and he was one. Perhaps in this fight, the gods would bless him once again. Giving another roar, he broke into a run, charging at the villagers, baring his teeth with savage delight.
Click please?
And then he could feel it, finally. The blood coursing through his veins, faster and faster, his heart pumping past any natural level. His muscles swelled with unnatural energy, pulsing, tightening as his grip on his weapons tightened, white-knuckled. And his speed, oh his SPEED! Covering yards with his massive strides, like the charge of some massive, raging bull, the villagers scattered at his approach, weapons missing, or deflected by...something. Sven could feel it, the Touch, almost there, so close...
And that's when he felt the panther tear across his back, pushing them both fast to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Struggling to detach himself, Sven grabbed the feline by the scruff of her neck, and roared in her face,
"YOU TOOK IT FROM ME. YOU DEFIED THE GODS!"
Click please?
"Innocent? Are you not running from them? They are dangerous. Warriors. I will honor them with death."
He gulped in air, attempting to salvage the God Touch before the villagers could reform. He retrieved his fallen weapons, turning back to the shifter.
"I give you chance to run. Go. Run. I show mercy."
Returning to the rabble of villagers, he purged the thoughts from his mind once again, allowing the rage, the poignant warrior-spirit, to flow through him again.
Walter stretched his arms out in front of him and focussed, a jet of wind shot out from between his hands. He directed it towards Sven, the wind grew into a gust. Rocks, sticks, leaves and small shrubs were sent flying towards Sven. Walter was trying to knock him down, trying to distract him from the villagers.
Walter didn't want Sven to attack anyone, least of all innocent members of the village. "Sven, please stop!" he shouted again.
"NO ATTACK. FINE. LEAVE NOW, YES?"
Without waiting for a response, he hauled the shape-shifter to her paws, half-carrying, half-dragging her back into the safety of the buildings. When he was sure she was safe, he ran back to the group, and in barely intelligible English, spat,
"Come now, or I kill. Patience gone."
With that, he disappeared into the shadows of the ruins.