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Lmao okay the last post on here being on November 1st feels like an omen of what was about to consume my entire life a sbdbdbd
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For: @malumxsubest
He gave a great yawn as he plodded forward with half-opened eyes. At last he’d reached the tree line and it was only a matter of time until he was home. With his hunting rifle slung over his shoulder, he gave a slight huff as he pulled the deer sled along. So much for Strajer promising to help with the next hunt…he needed a drink after this…to warm his bones, if anything.
The afternoon bustle of the village brought him more to attention as he nodded to passersby. All faces he knew. All coats and scarves that were familiar in the cold this time of year. All save for…
He stopped short, blinking once or twice before rubbing at his eyes with the back of his sleeve. No, his eyes hadn’t deceived him. This was certainly someone new.
“Heh. Not often we get visitors.” He said in the woman’s direction as he caught up to her. “A lovely lady like you out here this far…I hope you’re not in any trouble, hm?” He quirked a brow, trying to be friendly enough. Much of his face was hidden behind a bushy grey beard and a mane of silver hair that tumbled just passed his shoulders; an unruly thing he tried to keep at least a bit neat.
“Trouble’s yet to find us at least.” He managed a small laugh.
Pathetic.
She always knew he would not become the one she wished for, he or any with his blood, no this was not done for salvation and for the hope for the cause, that there would be a vessel among them all, she already knew what they where, nothing more than wolves, mindless beasts, that obeyed the lord of this land, sided with him, over there own, betraying their people.
“Interesting …”
Defiance, a common trait within them, as she stood there and would stare right through him, this was a simple thing indeed, this was revenge and nothing more, against him, his family, his friends, against everyone who had betrayed her, who refused to open there door to her, to give her aid, who stood back and watched.
While her child died in her arms.
This was for her, to make him into what he truly was, what he had always been himself, nothing more than a loyal monster, collared and chained to the one he called master and who was it now, other than herself? The land belonged to her, the people as well. She had won it all with her skills, talent and gifts to the people, her new faith had taken all, not merely words, it all worked, to a degree she did not reveal, and now he could live, forever, as the worthless little guard dog he was, he wanted to protect the village, then he may, as her servant now.
“Going forward, all trade is finished, no one leaves, no one gets in, do you understand this?”
She spoke, directly to him, the power she had, over him, obeying was logical, and if it was refused, she would force them to accept her words as nothing more than the complete and utter truth, she would force them to obey her without question, he wished to fight, protect, guard, and do everything he once did, he could do all of those things, but for her and her alone now.
His cloudy eyes settled on her and that unsettling feeling he could never quite quell at the sight of her proceeded to crawl up and down his spine. Hers was a power beyond nature. Something that had twisted and warped them all into beasts after uttering prayers and promises upon her lips that she could save them.
They lived, yes, but at times he considered whether this existence was truly living…it was the sort of dread that gripped him in more harrowing moments of lucidity. Yet none of this dread meant anything to her did it? To her, they were little more than old, reviled hunting hounds.
In some ways, perhaps, that was all he was really good for anymore, but some part of himself remained; the part that made him stand up straight, the part the told his hands where to sit on the lapels of his coat. As if he could salvage any human dignity…
The quiet defiance remained in his gaze. He would not act on it however. He knew better. None of his strength could compare to what she wielded. So, he had to obey. And her orders?
To keep his village in a cage of his own making. To be the wolf in the woods that kept anyone from venturing out. To be the ruin of all those who dared wander in. To smother and stifle them all. Would what remained of the same and living survive like this?
He pulled his lips back into a soundless snarl and gave a curt bark of a sound as he shook his head. It was not a gesture made in lack of basic comprehension, but rather, a want to know why these were her orders. He hoped an accompanying questioning tilt of his head was enough to show his intent. His fur-laden brows were furrowed in displeasure for good measure.
He runs over to slam dunk you with his giant paws then leaves
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“How the mighty have fallen.” Miranda
He stopped short as the words settled into his head. A lifetime spent longer as a beast than a a man, he thought he’d held together well, all things considered. Yet even so…she had been the one to bring this…accursed gift upon them all. He was but a reflection of her own handiwork, was he not?
He gave a harsh bark of a sound as he set the head of his maul upon the floor and held the handle firmly in his grasp. He then pulled at his lapels with his free hand. It was the most human thing he could muster after all this time. The one thing he could think of to salvage what was left of his pride.
Yet for all of his posturing and bared teeth, he knew better than to truly make any meaningful move against her. What remained of his wisdom told him that such a thing would bring him a painful and bloody end, but…surely she knew. Surely she knew that He was still Here in this husk of a creature. That the might of his old self had diminished not one bit. He was nothing if not a ferocious old beast. Then again…beastliness was not exactly becoming to human sensibility, was it? Her jab had been purposeful, but why? Why appear to him if only to impart an insult? It would be unlike her to use her time in such a way…
He furrowed his brows and gave a gravelly huff, awaiting whatever came next. For at the end of the day, following orders was all he was meant to do. Perhaps in that way, he had fallen indeed.
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@dimitresca said: i enjoy village politics so much! You capture this thought process so well
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I always worry if I’m nailing smth realistic with him so compliments always mean so much to me absbbd.
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Miserable manthing.
He looked down at her and gave a disgruntled huff of breath that billowed out around his head in a great white cloud. His skin prickled and he gave a growl, a gravelly warning that rumbled in his chest. Yet it was an empty threat, of course. He couldn’t harm a Lord. Nor would he. That wasn’t a fire he’d be particularly keen on playing with.
In the end, he gave a dejected chuff. He did still have feelings rattling around in this beastly skull of his. Although he wasn’t entirely sure if she’d feel remorse either way.
My maid has escaped. Find her. Bring her to me - alive. I need to punish her myself.
Her voice had always made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Even with the cracks in her armor that he’d been able to perceive when his wits were about him, he knew better than to cross her. Even so…taking orders from Mother Miranda was a command to be obeyed outright. Taking orders from Heisenberg was a brotherly sport. Taking orders from her? Seldom did she ask him for anything…
Yet who was he to question? She was a Lord, and even more, she was offering him a hunt. Even if it couldn’t end in blood and a victorious devouring of what was caught, it would still be a chase; a cacophonous pursuit of bellows and howls. He would take her order then, and be off with a raucous roar, gathering his brethren for a sporting hunt.
“Hands made for boops!”
So if Miranda ordered the Lycans to stay out of the village for the most part (ofc save for that day she got a hold of Rose and no longer needed the village itself) I imagine a century of having actual monsters living in an old, crumbling stronghold just beyond the “forbidden woods” would make for some interesting dares around Halloween.
“Bet you couldn’t stand in the woods for more than five minutes!”
“I bet I could make it to ten!”
And no one really stops by to give Urias the time of day let alone any sort of significant date. So there’s a certain time of year, every year, where he has to wonder why there’s a sudden influx of kids wandering into the woods. A good roar or stomp of his feet is usually all it takes to send them running, but sometimes there are a few particularly brave teenagers (or those who had simply become frozen in fear) that had gotten close enough to catch a glimpse of what they’re sure is a 12ft tall monster of teeth and fur, surrounded by wolves That Dont Quite Seem To Be Wolves.
He finds it a bit entertaining.