The Flower Maiden's Revenge (SP-RP 12)
Quote from Mae on November 6, 2019, 10:23 pm
The thin stream of smoke rose out of the center of a small clearing separated from the meadow by a private circlet of aspen trees. The ground foliage was too short and sparse for concealment. Nonetheless, the ground immediately around the fire was cleared of leaves and other debris. Aside from the ring of stones and the smoke itself, the camping ground was mostly empty. The smoke rose off the mound without a visible flame burning beneath it, and the aroma from the leaves was very enticing.
The thin stream of smoke rose out of the center of a small clearing separated from the meadow by a private circlet of aspen trees. The ground foliage was too short and sparse for concealment. Nonetheless, the ground immediately around the fire was cleared of leaves and other debris. Aside from the ring of stones and the smoke itself, the camping ground was mostly empty. The smoke rose off the mound without a visible flame burning beneath it, and the aroma from the leaves was very enticing.
Quote from Kaqurei on November 7, 2019, 2:13 pmLevi pinched his brows together, crouching, motionless, as near as he could to the aspen grove without betraying his position. He surveyed what he could of the surrounding wood, looking for any movement or shape that might resemble a person. The spots of the aspens were distracting; always one in the corner of his eye that turned out to be just a spot when he looked at it directly. He did spy a bird perched upon a thin branch in his peripheral, but he was not looking for birds. He was trying to see who might have lit the fire.
Ultimately he decided he was alone and focused on the fire. It didn't make sense. Who lit a fire in the woods and then left it, without a trace of anything else? His first thought was that it was a trap--but it hadn't the earmark of any Werewolf hunter trap he'd ever learned about. The smell of the tinder was a clue, though, he decided. Perhaps it was some sort of religious artifice, though unschooled as he was in various religions outside of Christianity, he could not think of any specifically. Perhaps, American natives? Did America still have natives? What little he knew about such people came from glimpses of American TV, and typically portrayed bare chested braves battling cowboys in a fictionalized 1800 setting, leaving him quite ignorant on the topic. He was about as equipped as an American boy might be upon stumbling upon a faerie circle in Ireland, and similarly enchanted... the scene looked unreal to him, perhaps even magical.
He crouched a little lower, putting his hands on the ground now, and sniffed softly to see if he could discern the passage of a person, his eyes on the fire... but, a glance, and he found he was looking at the bird. Had it moved? Was there something else in that area that, for whatever reason, did not seem right that it drew his attention?
Levi pinched his brows together, crouching, motionless, as near as he could to the aspen grove without betraying his position. He surveyed what he could of the surrounding wood, looking for any movement or shape that might resemble a person. The spots of the aspens were distracting; always one in the corner of his eye that turned out to be just a spot when he looked at it directly. He did spy a bird perched upon a thin branch in his peripheral, but he was not looking for birds. He was trying to see who might have lit the fire.
Ultimately he decided he was alone and focused on the fire. It didn't make sense. Who lit a fire in the woods and then left it, without a trace of anything else? His first thought was that it was a trap--but it hadn't the earmark of any Werewolf hunter trap he'd ever learned about. The smell of the tinder was a clue, though, he decided. Perhaps it was some sort of religious artifice, though unschooled as he was in various religions outside of Christianity, he could not think of any specifically. Perhaps, American natives? Did America still have natives? What little he knew about such people came from glimpses of American TV, and typically portrayed bare chested braves battling cowboys in a fictionalized 1800 setting, leaving him quite ignorant on the topic. He was about as equipped as an American boy might be upon stumbling upon a faerie circle in Ireland, and similarly enchanted... the scene looked unreal to him, perhaps even magical.
He crouched a little lower, putting his hands on the ground now, and sniffed softly to see if he could discern the passage of a person, his eyes on the fire... but, a glance, and he found he was looking at the bird. Had it moved? Was there something else in that area that, for whatever reason, did not seem right that it drew his attention?
Quote from Mae on November 12, 2019, 1:26 amThe bird remained unmoving. Perched on a thin aspen branch, not so much as breathing or blinking its eyes. It was as if it were afraid, or made of wood.
Then a sound came from behind Levi - the snapping of a twig! And right behind him a sharp stick came flying for his head! A man, painted white from head to heel, and dotted all over with black aspen eyes, raced forward to attack! He was bareheaded and brawny built, naked except for a few dark brown furs that draped his shoulders and hung around his waist. His hands and feet were wrapped in thin leather straps, exposing his fingers and toes, and shod with small dirty bones. His eyes were fierce and bright. His teeth were naked and white. He had no trouble managing each swing for Levi's head and never stumbled into the fire.
The bird remained unmoving. Perched on a thin aspen branch, not so much as breathing or blinking its eyes. It was as if it were afraid, or made of wood.
Then a sound came from behind Levi - the snapping of a twig! And right behind him a sharp stick came flying for his head! A man, painted white from head to heel, and dotted all over with black aspen eyes, raced forward to attack! He was bareheaded and brawny built, naked except for a few dark brown furs that draped his shoulders and hung around his waist. His hands and feet were wrapped in thin leather straps, exposing his fingers and toes, and shod with small dirty bones. His eyes were fierce and bright. His teeth were naked and white. He had no trouble managing each swing for Levi's head and never stumbled into the fire.
Quote from Kaqurei on November 16, 2019, 12:15 pmLevi was just about to risk a step closer to see if the bird were even real when he heard the snap. He'd looked behind just in time to see the point of the stick sailing for his eyeball. With less than a second to respond, he acted out of reflex--ducked his head and pumped his elbow back into the man's stomach, intending to knock the wind out of him and roll him over his shoulder onto the ground!
Levi was just about to risk a step closer to see if the bird were even real when he heard the snap. He'd looked behind just in time to see the point of the stick sailing for his eyeball. With less than a second to respond, he acted out of reflex--ducked his head and pumped his elbow back into the man's stomach, intending to knock the wind out of him and roll him over his shoulder onto the ground!
Quote from Mae on November 19, 2019, 4:40 pm"Yaaahhhh!" The man yelled, sailing over Levi's shoulder and falling on his back, only to scramble up a moment later. Leaves were sent flying all around as he raced for Levi again!
"Yaaahhhh!" The man yelled, sailing over Levi's shoulder and falling on his back, only to scramble up a moment later. Leaves were sent flying all around as he raced for Levi again!
Quote from Indy on November 23, 2019, 7:45 pmStanding there in the cold, shivering, and still feeling his face turn scarlet, Theo felt there were many better places to be. He didn't need much encouragement. But the distant scream made the decision for him. He didn't even turn to Chime as he raced off after the sound, if only because he wasn't sure what he was doing until he was in the midst of the trees and starring at a screaming man in brown pelts.
That's not right... he thought, distantly.
I should do something, another thought came, just as distant right as his teeth started to chatter again.
Standing there in the cold, shivering, and still feeling his face turn scarlet, Theo felt there were many better places to be. He didn't need much encouragement. But the distant scream made the decision for him. He didn't even turn to Chime as he raced off after the sound, if only because he wasn't sure what he was doing until he was in the midst of the trees and starring at a screaming man in brown pelts.
That's not right... he thought, distantly.
I should do something, another thought came, just as distant right as his teeth started to chatter again.
Quote from Kaqurei on December 10, 2019, 12:46 pmMaybe visions of faerie circles and mystical natives were still swirling in Levi's head, maybe he panicked. He certainly hadn't thought it through. Whether it was fatigue from the prior night or the whimsy of the situation influencing his judgement, somehow he got it into his head that the rules of being a werewolf and interacting with humanity don't apply when facing painted men in fur loincloths.
Maybe that was why he changed.
Swift as a blink of an eye, in the flurry of leaves the man cast up possibly to obscure his vision of him, Levi utilized the moment to shift. A pale skinny boy with wide eyes had been standing there when the leaves went up. Before they had a chance to settle, a large brown wolf shot through them with a shoulder slam intended to knock his attacker down again!
Maybe visions of faerie circles and mystical natives were still swirling in Levi's head, maybe he panicked. He certainly hadn't thought it through. Whether it was fatigue from the prior night or the whimsy of the situation influencing his judgement, somehow he got it into his head that the rules of being a werewolf and interacting with humanity don't apply when facing painted men in fur loincloths.
Maybe that was why he changed.
Swift as a blink of an eye, in the flurry of leaves the man cast up possibly to obscure his vision of him, Levi utilized the moment to shift. A pale skinny boy with wide eyes had been standing there when the leaves went up. Before they had a chance to settle, a large brown wolf shot through them with a shoulder slam intended to knock his attacker down again!
Quote from Mae on December 18, 2019, 12:28 amThe painted warrior was in full run! He burst through the falling leaves even as Levi came from the opposing direction. His spear thrust out! His yell hallowed the spaces between the trees! But Levi hurdled himself for the warrior, and winded him. The two fell and leaves went everywhere. But alas! Levi was caught by the neck - hooked under the chin by a vertical rod, and tightly throttled against the bare chest of the man!
The painted warrior was in full run! He burst through the falling leaves even as Levi came from the opposing direction. His spear thrust out! His yell hallowed the spaces between the trees! But Levi hurdled himself for the warrior, and winded him. The two fell and leaves went everywhere. But alas! Levi was caught by the neck - hooked under the chin by a vertical rod, and tightly throttled against the bare chest of the man!
Quote from Kaqurei on January 14, 2020, 6:19 pmHow is it, the Irish lad thought to himself, That every time I get m'self into one o' these scuffles I manage to get m'self choked?
Though small for a werewolf, Levi was still larger than the average man in his changed form. This proved to be more of a disadvantage at the moment, however, for the man, being smaller and behind him, could more easily evade his grasping paws as he struggled to knock or pull him off his back.
He was seeing stars. The man was surprisingly strong. In a desperate attempt to free himself, Levi shoved himself backward into a tree to try and either crush his attacker with his weight or brush him off with the tree!
How is it, the Irish lad thought to himself, That every time I get m'self into one o' these scuffles I manage to get m'self choked?
Though small for a werewolf, Levi was still larger than the average man in his changed form. This proved to be more of a disadvantage at the moment, however, for the man, being smaller and behind him, could more easily evade his grasping paws as he struggled to knock or pull him off his back.
He was seeing stars. The man was surprisingly strong. In a desperate attempt to free himself, Levi shoved himself backward into a tree to try and either crush his attacker with his weight or brush him off with the tree!
Quote from Mae on January 25, 2020, 7:28 pmThe man gave a cry from behind Levi, but he held on with fierce and desperate power. It would be only a matter of time. The werewolf could not fight if he lost his breath. The painted warrior need only hold on long enough!
The man gave a cry from behind Levi, but he held on with fierce and desperate power. It would be only a matter of time. The werewolf could not fight if he lost his breath. The painted warrior need only hold on long enough!
