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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 20:14:07 GMT -5
"I... I... don't know what happened. They just came and... and... Sven. Fjorna. Dad, I think they're dead. What were those black things?" He fights to hold back tears, now that the rage has died down in his heart, but his voice still wavers. "Why did you look like them?"
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 20:15:50 GMT -5
"I can explain everything. But first, we need to get you some clothes and take care of those wounds. Can you walk?" His voice is even and calming.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 20:17:47 GMT -5
He feels nauseous, dizzy, and suddenly the blood loss and pain catch up with him. His legs give out and he has to fight just to not fall unconscious.
"I..."
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 20:26:23 GMT -5
"I'll carry you." He picks you up without much effort, and takes you home. He lays you on the couch. Your mom has already brought you some clothes and a blanket. She seems sad, but is functional.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 20:32:13 GMT -5
"Fjo, Sven..." He tries to reach out to them, or at least to the basic area they were in when he saw them last. He looks at his hand as he holds it in front of him, making sure it isn't hairy anymore, and that he doesn't have claws.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 20:40:06 GMT -5
"Don't try to move," your mom says. "Just sit tight for a bit."
You are human. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a black wolf and two humans dead on the living room floor. They're barely recognizable because they've been practically torn to shreds.
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 20:42:52 GMT -5
He'll do as his mother says and lay there until someone comes to talk to him again, or until the pain goes away. He closes his eyes and tries to stop thinking about the blood splattered walls and floors.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 20:52:50 GMT -5
You hear your parents talking in the kitchen. You don't catch all of it, but you do hear quite a bit.
"I'll start cleaning up. Go explain to Ulric, he needs to know." "Alright. Are you going to be alright burying them?" "The dancers? No problem." "No, I meant..." "We should have a funeral for them. I'll worry about covering this up. Go take care of your son, he needs you."
Your dad comes over and looks your wounds over. "Not too bad for your first change... you should be proud. Now... I'm sure you have many questions--I'll try my best to answer them for you."
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 20:55:23 GMT -5
Ulric takes a moment to center himself before speaking.
"What were those things. Why were they here?"
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 21:01:55 GMT -5
"Those were what we call Black Spiral Dancers. They are corrupted, evil, filthy Garou that don't deserve to live. I don't know why they were here, but my guess is that they were here to kill you and your brother and sister. All that matters is that you're alive."
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 21:04:41 GMT -5
"But Fjo and Sven... They died."
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 21:08:00 GMT -5
"I know, and it is very upsetting," he chokes a little, "but you're alive. You're alive, which means you can fight. You can fight back and avenge them, so they have not died in vain."
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 21:09:39 GMT -5
"But what am I? What are you? Why did my hands turns all hairy and..." he makes clawing motions in the air.
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Post by RekKa on Apr 15, 2007 21:12:28 GMT -5
"You and I are Garou. Werewolves, that is. And let me tell you, the movies have it all wrong..."
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Post by Brings the Fight on Apr 15, 2007 21:17:49 GMT -5
"Werewolves..." He looks a little taken aback.
"So that's why I-" he stops himself as he starts thinking back to the happenings just minutes ago. Minutes or hours, he couldn't tell how long it had been now, it all seemed a bit of a blur.
"You said I could avenge them... But didn't you and mom already killl those... Black Spiral Dancing things?"
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