Effect on Blessed ones unknown.
Seems to confused wolf men.
When given to regular men, it appears to boost their pride.
What could this mysterious device be used for?
It's probably candy.
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The mysterious package is revealed.
Effect on Blessed ones unknown.
Seems to confused wolf men.
When given to regular men, it appears to boost their pride.
What could this mysterious device be used for?
It's probably candy.
Effect on Blessed ones unknown.
Seems to confused wolf men.
When given to regular men, it appears to boost their pride.
What could this mysterious device be used for?
It's probably candy.
heh
Hey merman, i sent you a pm
Candy? Oh, I have candy! Here you go, kids! Have fun!
Definitely rubber flavored.
I'm here ,_,
Fen stood when Anora arrived, happy to see her. They needed to get this guy back soon if they wanted him to live. Fen looked back behind him to see that a dust cloud was arising in the distance; it must have been the others with the car. He thought about shifting back into his wolf form, as to not embarrass anyone with his lack of clothing, but he really needed to be able to talk.
The wolf man crouched down beside their strange guest once more and carefully slipped a hand into the guy's left pant pocket. Maybe he could find something that would clue them in on who this guy was.
"I'm, uh, I'm not really sure," Fen answered Anora, not looking at her. He wasn't the best at talking to people. He pulled out a handful of stuff from the man's pocket and began to sort through it. There was folded piece of paper, which turned out to be a map to the city when Fen opened it up. It was hand drawn and rather crude, but apparently it have worked. Until the guy got got, anyways.
Fen pulled out a small, shiny, square packet that read 'Durex' on one side. What was that? Some kind of candy? He didn't know. Fen dropped it on top of the map and stuffed them both back in the guy's pocket. He didn't appear to have anything that could identify him. Fen rocked back onto his butt and sat down in the dirt.
"He said 'they sent them' before he, uh, fell asleep. 'They sent a Trojan horse'. Or something like that, it was hard to tell. He, uh, he had this funny accent. In my old Greek mythology books, a Trojan horse was a statue that the Trojans sent into Achaeans. The Greeks took it because, well, I guess they thought it was cool. But the statue had soldiers inside, and they attacked once the men of Achaeans were asleep." When it came to mythology, Fen was your guy. There was almost nothing that he liked to talk about more.
"So, put simply, a Trojan horse is something that appears innocent and trustworthy on the outside, but is nefarious on the inside. Or maybe our friend is just, you know, crazy. I'm not sure." Fen shrugged.
The wolf man crouched down beside their strange guest once more and carefully slipped a hand into the guy's left pant pocket. Maybe he could find something that would clue them in on who this guy was.
"I'm, uh, I'm not really sure," Fen answered Anora, not looking at her. He wasn't the best at talking to people. He pulled out a handful of stuff from the man's pocket and began to sort through it. There was folded piece of paper, which turned out to be a map to the city when Fen opened it up. It was hand drawn and rather crude, but apparently it have worked. Until the guy got got, anyways.
Fen pulled out a small, shiny, square packet that read 'Durex' on one side. What was that? Some kind of candy? He didn't know. Fen dropped it on top of the map and stuffed them both back in the guy's pocket. He didn't appear to have anything that could identify him. Fen rocked back onto his butt and sat down in the dirt.
"He said 'they sent them' before he, uh, fell asleep. 'They sent a Trojan horse'. Or something like that, it was hard to tell. He, uh, he had this funny accent. In my old Greek mythology books, a Trojan horse was a statue that the Trojans sent into Achaeans. The Greeks took it because, well, I guess they thought it was cool. But the statue had soldiers inside, and they attacked once the men of Achaeans were asleep." When it came to mythology, Fen was your guy. There was almost nothing that he liked to talk about more.
"So, put simply, a Trojan horse is something that appears innocent and trustworthy on the outside, but is nefarious on the inside. Or maybe our friend is just, you know, crazy. I'm not sure." Fen shrugged.
I have to ask, since it pertains to my character. Who's playing the prince?
BingTheWing said
Alright @Metronome, both characters are accepted - AS LONG as you can manage them well enough. If I see one of them's becoming irrelevant, I might kill them off.Might.Not will.
That's fine =P Fikri is more of side character for me anyways. Playing serious and stoic Isam can get boring, so I needed a more open and fun character to go along with him.
The man was big, by Fen's terms anyways. He was maybe a little over six feet tall, and sported heavy muscles. Fen hated to have seen the guy he lost a fight to, as that was clearly what had happened here. The man's wounds didn't indicate an animal attack; there were no bites or claw marks. He looked like he'd been beaten with a stick, maybe a short pole of some kind. Still, the man looked as though he would be more than capable in a fight. Fen was pondering who could have left him here when the man slowly raised up on his hands and knees and tried to crawl away.
The wolf, who had been sitting on his haunches, staring at the man, stood up and gave a whine. The others weren't here yet, and this guy wasn't doing himself any favors. Fen knew he had to calm the man down before he hurt himself even further. He looked around for any other threats before letting himself shift back into his human form. Out here in the desert, he felt incredibly vulnerable in his human skin. No claws, no fangs, just naked, soft flesh.
"Hey, calm down, there buddy. Sit tight, someone should be coming to help us soon." Fen crouched beside the man and put a hand on his shoulder. The strange man turned back to look at him, then let out a sigh and relaxed back onto the ground. His face was beaten blue and purple, but Fen could tell that he was fair skinned. His left eye was nearly swollen shut, but the right one was clearly blue. His hair, shaved into a careful buzz cut, was blonde. He almost looked foreign, like someone from northern Europe maybe.
"They sent them," The man choked out, startling Fen a little bit. He looked down at the guy with a furrowed brow. What was that supposed to mean? "They sent...Trojan horse." The man spoke with a soft Russian accent in his voice. He sounded weak, strained even.
"What?" Fen asked, leaning down closer to try and hear anything else the man had to say. But before the guy could elaborate, his eyes slid shut and his head lolled off to the side. Fen pulled back quickly, alarmed. "Hey! Come on, buddy, stay with me." He checked the man's pulse, which was still there, but weak. He was only unconscious. Fen let out a short whine as he checked the horizon behind him. Where were those guys?
The wolf, who had been sitting on his haunches, staring at the man, stood up and gave a whine. The others weren't here yet, and this guy wasn't doing himself any favors. Fen knew he had to calm the man down before he hurt himself even further. He looked around for any other threats before letting himself shift back into his human form. Out here in the desert, he felt incredibly vulnerable in his human skin. No claws, no fangs, just naked, soft flesh.
"Hey, calm down, there buddy. Sit tight, someone should be coming to help us soon." Fen crouched beside the man and put a hand on his shoulder. The strange man turned back to look at him, then let out a sigh and relaxed back onto the ground. His face was beaten blue and purple, but Fen could tell that he was fair skinned. His left eye was nearly swollen shut, but the right one was clearly blue. His hair, shaved into a careful buzz cut, was blonde. He almost looked foreign, like someone from northern Europe maybe.
"They sent them," The man choked out, startling Fen a little bit. He looked down at the guy with a furrowed brow. What was that supposed to mean? "They sent...Trojan horse." The man spoke with a soft Russian accent in his voice. He sounded weak, strained even.
"What?" Fen asked, leaning down closer to try and hear anything else the man had to say. But before the guy could elaborate, his eyes slid shut and his head lolled off to the side. Fen pulled back quickly, alarmed. "Hey! Come on, buddy, stay with me." He checked the man's pulse, which was still there, but weak. He was only unconscious. Fen let out a short whine as he checked the horizon behind him. Where were those guys?
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