Leotamer

Ancients of Elan ~ Rise of The Chosen

Fenrir rushed over to the random citizen who asked "What is his problem", and went to knock him down, forgetting he was in werewolf form and as such had claws. He wasn't thinking, and he didn't put to much force behind it, but his claws were very sharp so it did cause a solid cut, but nothing major. It cause him to very slightly bleed as the guy fell over. "My problems are my problems." he said, walking away and not even noticing how badly he injured the random guy.

Ancients of Elan ~ Rise of The Chosen

"You seem to misunderstood. I was trying to tell you to shut your stupid mouth. Now, do you still want to keep talking and have me make your insides be your outside? If not, scram and leave me alone, semi-human. And so you know, pure-blood werewolves aren't even related to humans." he said. He didn't really hate, hate humans, but all of the races expect the vampires and vompryes, humans seemed to be the most hateful towards werewolves, so being human, or part human.

He then realized another voice talking to him, something about leaving the person who approached him alone. He wasn't really paying her much mind. "Fine" he muttered, throwing the guy towards a wall. He didn't put any effort into making it hurt, nor did he care if he got hurt. And slowly started to walk off.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

(Darn new forum and your accidental double post and lack of a delete feature)

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

"Zero, you have a way with words, you can say so many words while still saying nothing at all at times. You must really be gifted." Dutch said sarcastically, and continued, "And you can get to your dusty, moldy old books after we eat, right? I still don't know why we still go to that one house, there is nothing but half-decayed books and some an old china set, but if you insist, we can go, after we get something to eat."

Ancients of Elan ~ Rise of The Chosen

Fenrir eyes immediately lit up after the stranger was done talking. He shifted into his werewolf form, not entirely consciously. He started to go out into a completely wolf-like snarl and growl as his hands started to glow with red energy. He dashed to the stranger and lifted him up. "Don't you dare call me something I am not, I am not a demi-human. Don't you dare say the name of that hell-hole of a nation, and don't you dare lie to me. It is obvious that you aren't opening up an academy. Now, I repeat, do you want my fist to punch your face."

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Dutch rolled his eyes when he talked about the "house with books", "I know what a library is, and if you really want to go to that musty old place, I will go too. Not like I have much choice in the matter. But I guess getting food is always nice." he said. He had got better on his new legs. If he walked like he use to, his legs would still get sore pretty easily, but he had learned how to walk slower and in a way where his legs wouldn't hurt as badly.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

Dutch was walking about the forest, he had eventually got put down on the ground. After a while of walking in silence, he was able to adjust better to his new senses. There was so many different smells and sounds around him. He had got fairly good at focusing his ears and ignoring unimportant distance sounds, and all the new smells of the forest was jarring at first when he first realized they was there, but eventually became manageable if not pleasant. His sight was also sharper, while he seen less color, he seen a lot more detail. After adjusting some more to his new senses, he asked, "So, what now Zero?"

[DungeonWorld] Rhone - Faes, Halflings, and Elves OH MY!~

"This forest is home to dreadful undead. The undead, and the other dangers of this forest can cause you to feel fear and terror with there unholy presence." he continued. Alexander was on high alert. With every breeze of the wind he turned his head to look. This was an unholy place of undead abominations. He believed the dead should go into the ground, and say in the ground.

The goblins didn't bother him all that much. Even if the goblins he was dealing with was the child-snatching variety the townspeople thought they were, which more or likely they are or they wouldn't being raiding, that is still much better than the undead. Just thinking about the un-living creatures made his blood boil and his hands shacked. He considered asking his god for guidance as to allow him to detect evil, but he was never told in the nitty-gritty of the pray, and it wouldn't be much use if he had to know about the creatures presence or if he would detect some skeleton half way across the forest.

Oh Waiter! They're Gone! (Supernatural RP)

We probably should just have them walking along and in the post have them meet up with the other group?

Ancients of Elan ~ Rise of The Chosen

Fenrir grumbled to himself, his shoulder was burning slightly but he didn't even bother to put it out . Something as small as fire no longer hurt him. He knew there was a fire on his shoulder, but he was unphased by it. His clothes were burnt pretty badly, but his skin underneath it was perfectly fine. Fire tended to be the enemy of regeneration, but Fenrir's regenitive ability and sheer endurance was strong enough to handle a small fire. He eventually patted it out so it didn't harm his clothes because he was too broke to get new clothes.

Fenrir looked at the strange man and growled lowly, trying to hide it a bit more that he was out in the open, "Do you want my fist to punch your face?"