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Post by Bard Child on Aug 19, 2008 20:02:51 GMT -5
A white blur passed through the green overgrowth that surrounded the ruines. A canine head lifted up to look at the gibbous moon over hanging above giving off a ghostly light to dark and empty space.
Grom Stroim, was irritated. Have not the fairies played enough games with the werewolf of Scotland. She sniffed the air for any scent of human or fae. So far nothing alerted her. She pawed around looking for a stream to wet her thirst. She ran far and needed to drink before heading forward, she always has to move forward, least a human finds her and tries to kill her. Tries at least, being part fae at allows her to heal fast however she was not completly immortal.
Wiggling her massive blue and white ears, Grom heard a sound she whirled around to see who or what it was.
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Post by Kizer on Aug 21, 2008 14:02:20 GMT -5
Not yet noticing the wolf woman, Salvador walked on. Meaning to just be passing through, he never intended to spend too long in what was the shadow of the Ostrheinburg castle. Regardless, he stopped to pay his respects to those who had passed away here. He who has studies in knighthood grows more respect for the knights who lost their lives in battle then anyone else, some would argue. He dug his sword into the ground and got on one knee. He kept his head low and humble for a while as well. All was silent for him at this moment and it stayed this way till he arose.
He heard something close by, near the stream to be persise, but thought nothing of it. Probably a stay cat or dog or something. Or dog or something would be more then he expected. He raised his blade up to the moon to complete the ritual. While it was usually towards the sun, that wasn't an option at the moment. As the wind blew the blades of grass against his legs, he felt curious as to what could have been near that stream. It was like a little needle poking him on the back of his mind...
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Post by Bard Child on Aug 21, 2008 21:01:55 GMT -5
Pawing forward, Grom began to decipher the smells. She noticed that it was a human, male young. She swilived her ears foreward and walked to investigate the human man. Her staff clacked on the cold surface as she watched the human preform the slient ceramony. She was fasinated at humans and their rituals. Her's were more sutle. A bowed head to the oak, a thank you to the deer and a salute to the ravens that dot the moors of the her homeland. This wasn't extravagant like some human rituals but this was still nothing like her gentle acknowledgements.
"Who were yeh prayin' too?" She said in gravely and harsh voice. She smiled in the cold light and chuckled. "I probably startled yeh, and I betcha yer gonna ram that pretty lit' piece 'o steel in mah belly." She laughed almost in like a bark. "Dun worry lad, I am not a bad beastie jest a lost 'un."
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Post by Kizer on Aug 21, 2008 21:32:16 GMT -5
Her accent caught him by surprise, but not anywhere near her appearance. He stepped back a bit and grabbed the hilt of his blade, but only by reflex. He had never seen anything like her before "What matter of sorcery are you?"
He never faced anything like her before. He only learned to combat humans and of course grew up in the company of humans. Would she be the same? "what kind of creature can speak a human language like English?"
She was watching him pay his respects to the fallen knights of this once glorious castle. That means she has been watching him for some time then? He would speak to her for a while rather then going on and explaining his ritual. What would be the point if she did not understand after all? He wanted to test her, but at the same time moved and acted with caution. He didn't know what to expect from such a life form. After adjusting to her appearance, he realizes she was also armed with a weapon. "...you are trained in the way of fighting too then?"
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Post by Bard Child on Aug 21, 2008 21:49:58 GMT -5
Grom was rather amused she chuckled again using the rowan staff to scratch her back. She walked over to see the human better, she was upright and towered over the human,
"Fae did this too me. I wus jest wee wolf cub when me master gave me speech and gave me 'Knowing' now I serve my master by protecting the Green and all it's creatures." She grinned as she watched the humans stance he was frighten of her or rather apprehensive at such a great beast. He noticed the rowan staff. Grom looks at it as he mentioned if she was a warrior she laughed.
"Och na, I be no fighter, I would be ahhh a druid would be the closest I suppose. But I am not good in the ways of riddles and mystic. I jest make sure faes dun't do a lot a 'o damage to tha' 'umans and vice versa. I carry the rowan staff to protect mehself" She laughed again her sun bright eyes glowing darkly. She smiled as she said the last bit. "Yeh 'umans are such reckless animals, yeh attack without reason." She leaned against a wall as she swung her staff absently as her tail twitched.
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Post by Tomonari on Aug 21, 2008 22:11:55 GMT -5
((I will join if it is alright.))
Despite the fact that it was nighttime, Tomonari still managed to walk by himself. He was a thief after all, so if he got into trouble, the teen could run away quickly. It's not like he ever had difficulty being by himself, though the fact that he usually saw his foster father everyday was something he was too used to. For now, Tomonari had no trouble being separated from his father, and would get used to it most likely. Sighing, he looked up at the moon. It was rather beautiful, and Tomonari decided to slow down his pace a bit. He did not really have any worries at the moment, which also reflected his calmness.
Well, Tomonari wasn't really paying any attention to where he was going either. He forgot that he was in some castle ruins, so things could easily break and make him fall. Which of course, the teen stepped onto a weak platform, and fell onto the ground below, next to the human and werewolf that were talking, "OW!" Tomonari rubbed the back of his own head in pain. That really hurt!
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Post by Kizer on Aug 21, 2008 22:28:03 GMT -5
((I don't mind anyway))
"...I was paying my respects to those who have fallen protecting this once castle." He replied to her. Her expressions and actions were clearly not hostile, as to take such a lazy pose like leaning on a wall and moving your weapon in such a lazy manner is not a good way to start a fight at all. She also mentioned something about Fae, or in other words faeries. "...Fae? What of them? Tell me about this world unseen to most human eyes." She said she wasn't a good fighter, but he didn't believe that. If she was a wolf like she claimed, then she had a natural instinct to feed, correct? That meant she could fight, basically. "Also, I think if a random wolf creature popped out at you in the middle of the night that would give one plenty of reason to seek protection behind their blade."
Thats when the young boy slid down the ruin walls to their company. The first thing that came to mind for the young knight that this boy was CLEARLY a grave robber, judging from his attire. the tip of his blade met the kids neck without actual penetration of any kind. He only wanted answers, not a kill under his belt. "One would not be so foolish as to rob the graves of knights would he?"
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Post by Tomonari on Aug 22, 2008 11:19:01 GMT -5
Tomonari jumped a little when the man aimed the sword at his neck. Grave robber? He was just out for a walk! Heck, the teen didn't even know what this place was! "Hey, calm down! I'm not here to steal anything. Besides, I just felt like going for a walk at night anyways. Not like I have anything else to do.", Tomonari responded to the knight. Sure, he was a thief, but he didn't make it his duty to steal something from every place he went to! He only stole things if he either had the sudden urge to steal something, which was uncommon, or had no choice but to steal. Tomonari back away from the sword a bit, and stood up, making sure that he didn't get cut by the blade.
Dusting himself off, Tomonari looked back at the knight, "So, what is this place anyways?" His tone was honest, and this knight would hopefully figure out that the Japanese teen was telling the truth.
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Post by Bard Child on Aug 23, 2008 14:31:30 GMT -5
Grom listened to the young man and chuckled at his questions. "Kekekeh the fae are everywhere, and of all kinds they like to watch 'umans the most. Yeh can see much o' tha fae if yeh jest pay attention." She was about to if she found another of her kind she would rejoice but she got another odor. Another male and young too. She growled as she heard the man's question and watched him investigate. She growled something in Gaelic as she got on all fours and slunk into the shadows.
Following the human with the sword she watched as she crept behind the human boy that was found and being interrogated by the swordsmand. Clumsy Feet tried to make and excuse, Grom heard him. She gave a low gleaming smile as she growled behind the interloper.
"A place that yah shouldn 'ave trespassed. If yeh be theivin' in this sacred space, yeh be a dead 'uman."
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Post by Tomonari on Aug 28, 2008 18:01:33 GMT -5
Okay, so here we have a paranoid knight and a crazy werewolf. Tomonari sighed a bit, and looked between the two of them. He wasn't too surprised by the werewolf, since he lived with a lion man. The teen's daggers were still in their respective pockets, so he didn't show any signs of hostility. Besides, he wasn't one for fights too often. Still, a match was good to have every once in a while. Scratching his own head a bit, Tomonari said, "Look, like I said, all I did was come here for a walk...at night. Still, I'll admit I do steal, but I don't make a chore of it, and only do it when I feel it's fine. Again, I don't have any intent on stealing things from this place. Even if they do look shiny and valuable."
Now these two HAD to see the honesty emitting from him! An honest thief was hard to come by, no? Well looks like the knight and werewolf would have to deal with this teen at the moment it looks like. Not that Tomonari was going to make their lives a living hell. Besides, if he DID decide to randomly be mean and annoy people, his foster father wouldn't be too happy with him...and there's no messing with your father if he was a barbaric lion man...
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Post by Kizer on Aug 29, 2008 14:27:33 GMT -5
A truthful thief was an oxymoron, but regardless, Kizer put away his sword. This one wasn't dumb enough to lie to a being such as Grom. Wolve's could smell that kind of stuff, right? Her heightened hearing would defiantly hear him try anything as well. He wouldn't be so dumb. "..Then whats your name, if you would be so bold to tell us." He turned his back to the thief and looked up to the moon. "It's never fine to steal. Do not spread your poor misfortune to other, hard working people." Kizer walked forward a little, and was beginning to be covered in the mist of the night. "My name is Salvador of Madrid."
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Post by Bard Child on Aug 30, 2008 9:20:08 GMT -5
Grom can feel the aprehension that the thief was emitting, he was rather uncomforable however he was not lying. Grom back off a little, the human was not a trying bullnuts his way out this one. However confessing that he did steal made the wolf growl. "I dun like theives." She mutterd walked away to he her staff. The swordsman seemed to agree with her and then he introduced himself as Salvador of Madrid. Man was Spainard. Grom quirked a toothy smile and said: "I be Grom Stoirm, the congehgreete of Scotland." Her breathe misted in the cool as the mist was covering her blue and white hulking frame. Golden eyes glowed in the low light.
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Post by Tomonari on Aug 30, 2008 18:52:08 GMT -5
Well it seemed that since the other two were introducing themselves, it would be safe for the teen to assume he might as well say who he is. Tomonari nodded, and replied, "My name's Tomonari, but you can call me Tom or something if you want. I'm from Scotland as well, though I was actually born in Japan, and was adopted. That's pretty much everything in a nutshell." His hands were in his pockets, due to his carefree attitude, and his green eyes seemed somewhat ominous in the mist. Though in reality, his eyes showed no hostility, or any kinds of trickery. Sure, Tomonari knew that an honest thief was hard to come by, but nobody ever said he always had to follow the stereotype!
In regards to the comments about stealing being wrong, Tomonari responded, "I know stealing's wrong, but sometimes I just want to, but rarely for my personal gain. You see, in a town that was nearby where I lived, there were a few snotty rich people that always irked me and made the poor miserable. So, what I would do is a steal from the rich, give to the poor kind of thing. I'll only steal for myself if it's to survive, which is rare. Probably not a good reason in your eyes, is it?"
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Post by Kizer on Aug 30, 2008 20:23:23 GMT -5
Kizer responded before the wolf did. "Its a difficult story to believe. A Japanese child living in Scotland." He turned back to the two, since it seems everyone has made their introduction as best as they could, mist included. "There is never a good reason to steal." He said strongly and with an unmovable expression. There had to be a reason for them to have met up right? Some kind of fate? Such a hodgepodge group is not met every day after all.
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Post by Bard Child on Aug 30, 2008 21:57:42 GMT -5
Salavador spoke before Grom however the wolf added on what he said. "Yeh caun't be a Scot, yeh don't speck like 'un nor do yah smell like the wheat of the fields, nor the sheep on the hills not even of the wild 'eather. Yah don't sound look or smell Scottish, and dun't know of this Jah-Pan, whut is it? another Fae Realm?" She was obviously confused. Grom Stoirm never been outside of British Isles before. Until now at least.
"Yah be liar that whut yeh be." She said with growl.
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