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Chapter 3. The burning moonChapter 3: The burning moon.
When it comes
You stand by gates
To the place you love
And you walk ahead
To the gates
Hathandirel woke up, with an excruciating headache, ofcourse, being hit by an wagon hurts even if you are an werewolf.
Helga sat in front of him, looking at him with suspicious eyes. Hainawa and Ran-Oruk were nowhere too be seen.
'' They are out hunting, if that's what's on your mind. ''
'' Slept well? Here, have some vegetable soup, it's a bit cold, but it's good enough for your kind. ''
Htahandirel heard an uncompassionate tone from ever word that touched her li
Chapter 2: Death's at the gateChapter 2. Death's at the gate.
A moment of regret
Carves the way to misery
A moment to forget
Is there nothing I can do?
Crows flocked around the rotting corpse. They hadnt eaten for days, and they were shrieking in joy when the carcass showed itself.
The manwolf walked out from the trees towards the corpse, the crows then disappeared quickly, disatisfied at their loss of new food.
He inspected the extremely rotted body with his golden eyes. The skin that was left was almost chalk black, with what looked liek mold comign otu of parts of rotted flesh. The face was skeletal, no lips, no nose, and no way too say who it was or HAD been
Chapter 1. Manwolf.
The manwolf howled it's tearless cries into the night. The darkness came closer and closer.
In the regions on Hjaalmarch, a young Nord boy, roughly the age of 13, had set up camp in the forrests. He was alone, an orphan no doubt. The boy had blonde wavy hair and eyes as green as an lush summer's grassplain. He wore the coat of an wolf and an dusty and torn cloak to shield him from nature's unrelenting force. He wielded an spear made from an long broken branch.
He sat by the fire, feasting on the squirrel's he had catched 2 hours earlier.
The boy looked around, the trees were blooming, and beside him ran an fox on the hunt.
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
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