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Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

I only need catching up on CDC. ^^; PM me, if you'd be so kind~

The Werewolf's Apprentice (Between XxLyraxX & Alear)

The news of a lack of dragon-sighting almost seemed to leave Aren a bit deflated, shoulders slumping and stance loose. But then, he was probably just bored. Eventually, he shook his head as if to clear it before making his way over to Lydia and Larkin's side, letting out a whistle. Soon after, his own horse trotted up to them from a small ways off, where he'd been grazing. Aren spent a few moments showering the steed with attention, the two apparently sharing a joke as they glanced at Lydia and Larkin, Aren snickering and his horse tossing its head in an amused manner.

After a few more moments, Aren peeled away from Apache's side, peering at Lydia.
"Alright, I suppose you have to get a bit of training in while we wait on Big Red..."
He glanced around for a suitable target, eventually pointing to a small copse of trees.
"Right, stick a quiver or two in those."
'Those' apparently meaning the trio of large knots on one of the trees, each perhaps a foot in diameter, and digging fairly deep holes into the trunk.

"Shoot frommmm...."
He pointed to a spot some sixty yards from the trees.
"There."

Because giving complex instructions takes too much effort. How he ever ended up a teacher is a mystery.

The Werewolf's Apprentice (Between XxLyraxX & Alear)

Leaning against a tree indeed, Aren seemed to be having a nice nap- Until Lydia's little nudge. A sigh escaped him, eyes opening to squint at her before he gave a soft chuckle, taking the offered water with a nod of thanks.
"Thank you, Lydia. Any sign of big red?"

Big Red, his fond term for the rogue dragon they were on the hunt for. He straightened with a muffled grunt, sipping at his water and striding forward a small ways.
"And I'm already not pleased. With as many apples as he gets in a day his gut will sag to his knees soon enough."
Thankfully, his tone was light with humor. It was fairly hard to seriously displease Aren, really. He turned his eyes to the sky in a bored manner, slipping the thumb of one hand into his belt and letting it hang there, the other idly sloshing the water in his cup back and forth between sips as he scanned his gaze over the clouds above. It was hard to tell whether he was looking for 'Big Red', or just watching the clouds because he could.

The Werewolf's Apprentice (Between XxLyraxX & Alear)

Name:
Aren Burnwight

Age:
Forty six

Race:
Werewolf

Appearance:
Human Form-

Standing at 5'9" and weighing in at 150 lbs, he's built in the lithe manner of a runner, slim, but with a toned and defined musculature, made for agility more than brute strength. His eyes are a deep green in coloring. He maintains neatly-cropped hair, usually a bit of a mess, and tends to have a shadow of stubble on his face. He keeps an easy-going, lazy kind of look most of the time, somewhere between tired and bored, as if he'd rather be sleeping somewhere sunny than doing whatever it is he was doing. Unless that happened to be sleeping in the sun. Then he looks pretty content.

Were form-

His height gains a few inches, at 6'1" total, and his weight increases accordingly to 172 lbs- All in muscle. While he certainly isn't what one might expect of a knight, or some other large warrior-type, he gains a good bit of muscle-mass here, appearing much more on the 'ripped' side of things. His fur is snow-white in coloring, with black markings over his face and streaking lightly through his mane, which tends to have a braid hanging from the right side, falling to his shoulder in length. He seems to prefer this form, and has a much more content look on his face for the majority of the time.

Gear:
Of course, he possesses the standard weaponry and gear of a Ranger.

A massive longbow of the finest black wood, made to perfection for the man himself, proven capable of putting a shaft through one man and into the guy behind him, or piercing a dragon's scales. With the right arrow, at least. And of course, a quiver of two dozen arrows, all standard broadheads with black shafts and fletching as white as his fur.

His throwing and saxe knives, of course, are held in sheathes on his thigh, right where his hand falls naturally.

His clothes and what little 'armor' he wears are, thankfully, somehow capable of changing size and shape with his own body when he shifts forms. Because really, who can figure out how werewolves handle that stuff? Either way, he dresses fairly simply. Sturdy but comfortable cloth for his pants and shirt, with strong leather boots, jerkin, and fingerless gloves- And a single bracer, of course, to keep his bowstring from skinning his wrist. The boots mysteriously lose their bottoms when he shifts forms, only covering his legs and the -tops- of his paws, leaving him to walk normally.

The standard Ranger Cloak fits his human form as it is supposed to, but the hood becomes fairly moot with the change of his head between forms, making its use much less effective in his wolvish form.

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Year-long forward jumps? 0_0 Will-no-getty. And I still need a rundown of what I missed. ;~; Too many possstttsssssss.

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

I IZ HERE AZ.

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Danke Final. ^^

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Oh, the assassins? *Holds up string of heads* You guys should really stop hiring American. I hear the Persians had some decent assassins, try wherever the hell they still remain.

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

A blast of thunder shakes the very walls of the OOC, rain drumming on the roof and the grounds outside like the shouts of gods, drowning out a distant shouting. Slowly, it comes closer. And soon, the door of the OOC manse flies open with an explosive bang, a familiar figure standing in the doorway, soaked to the bone, clothing and hair whipping in the hurricane winds.

"You fuckers aren't going to believe this..."

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BOOM MOTHERFUCKERS, WILL RETURNS IN ALL HIS DRAMATIC GOOFYNESS!

So yeah. I know I've been gone for a hell of a long time, and I can explain. Probably. See, I got hit by a UFO, (AKA Unexpected Family Obligation) and got pulled away from my life of fun and writing for a couple of weeks. I also had to go job hunting. And handle school stuff. And deal with my lovelife, (And recent lack-there-of) -and- deal with a small array of injuries to myself after a... Misunderstanding, with a local trio of bullies.

So, my life has sucked for the past month and a half.

BUT!

I am back now. I require a lengthy update on everything that has happened, because there's no fucking way I'm peeling through that many walls of text in one night. Then, I require a group hug, a hot fuck, and the return of control of Will and Terry. :3

A Wizard's Pilgrimage

*Arrives in the Tardis, leaping out and waving a sonic screwdriver around*

NOBODY MOVE!- Wait, no threats here.... Well. In that case.

*Cough* Yeah, I'm still here. XD I'll put up my old CS again tomorrow morning.