Another dark night falls in the woods of Trinsic as the creatures of the
night roam the land looking for prey. A deer, walking toward the pond for a
last drink of water before it goes to seek its slumber, passes by a strange
shadowy figure. The wind picks up a bit and the leaves of the trees and
bushes sway. And there, in the shadowy branches of a tree not far from the
pond, hunched on a branch, is a dark figure watching the deer. As the deer
turns to leave the pond, the dark figure leaps out of the dark and pounces
on the deer. As the shadowy figure pierces its fang-like teeth into the neck
of the scared animal and rips out it's throat with its bare teeth with a sense
of power and enjoyment.
The dark figure stands up and places a booted foot on top of the
animal to hold it still, draws its sword and delivers a swift blow to the animal's
neck, chopping the head right off. As the dark figure removes its hat, locks
of brown hair fall to her shoulders. A sinister grin appears on her face as
she peers down at her soon-to-be dinner. She looks at her bloodstained
gloves and licks a finger to taste the still-warm blood of the animal.
Wiping the back of her gloved hand across her mouth, also covered with
blood, she sheaths her sword and takes out a small dagger hidden in her of
boot and begins to carve away the meat of the deer.
She builds up a fire to cook the meat of her kill and can't help but savor
little bits of the raw meat as the rest cooks. As she stares into the
flames, waiting for her feast to be warmed, she hears the faint sound of
riders approaching. She turns her head to the side to listen carefully. A
disgusted look appears on her face as she whispers, "Four on horses, two on
foot." Then turns her attention back to her meal.
After a few minutes, four men on horses and two men on foot emerge from the
woods to find her sitting there. "Hail to thee!," one of the men call out.
"We were passing by and couldn't help but smell the meat cooking on your
fire. We have not eaten anything but bread and cheese for days and were
wondering if thou wouldst spare us some meat and we then shall be on our
way. We would pay you for your kindness."
The dark figure turned her head, lifted up one slab of meat and tossed it
to them. It landed at the foot of the man who spoke to her. She turned her
head back to the fire and said, "You have your meat, now go."
The men seem shocked by her actions, and drew their swords. "Thou hast no
cause to be rude! We simply asked to buy some of thee meat and you treat
us like mere dogs?!"
The dark figure didn't say a word; just continued to stare into the flames,
ignoring the men behind her. The men surround her and demand an apology for
her seemingly rude actions. As she continued to ignore the men, they begin
to get angry with her and charged at her. She drew her sword in time to parry
the blow. "If thou wish to continue breathing then thou should leave now," and
kicks the man nearest her back towards the group. All six of the men charge her
at once. She leaps high into the air and lands on a tree branch, and watches the
stunned men to see what they will do next.
They charge at the tree and the dark figure starts to whisper some magical
words: "Consecrus Arma". Tiny sparkles float around her as she channels her
energy. She then chants one more spell; "Divinum Furis" before the men reach the
tree. Then, with the magical incantations still whispering in the air, she leaps down
on one of the men and slices his right leg from his body. She swings around, her cloak
circling around her and catches the breeze. She reaches for another hidden
dagger hidden at her side, parries a blow with her sword, and then stabs the
man in the neck. As the wounded man drops his sword to cover his neck she
thrusts her sword in the man's chest. A man behind her swings his sword,
aiming for her head but she ducks and spins around to stab the man in his
gut with her dagger.
Another man with a spear came charging at her. She dodges the spear by
moving to the side and swiftly chops the end of the spear off. She pounces
on the man with the spear and sinks her teeth into his neck and rips out his
throat. "She's neither human nor beast! Run!"
As the rest of the men run to their horses she leaps into the air and lands
on one of them. Face down on the ground with the dark figure on top of him,
she reaches down and grabs a handful of his hair, lifts his head up and
slowly drags her dagger through his throat from ear to ear.
She looks up to see the remaining men flee and decides to let them go. She
walks back toward the man who still had her sword stuck in his chest. She
draws her sword from him and wipes the blood off the sword with part of the
man's shirt.
She stops in her tracks and stands up straight. Without turning, she says
to the man, "There is no point pretending to be dead so you can sneak off
while I am not looking, I can hear thy heartbeat slowing down." She then
turns around to face the man on the ground clutching his gut, the evil still
present in her stare.
"H-h-how did thou know I wasn't dead? W-who are you? W-what are you?"
"I am a werewolf," she replied. "I can hear what thou canst, see what thou
canst, and smell what thou canst." A devilishly evil grin appears on her
face. She stands over the man and leans down to face him, so close he can
see the evil in her eyes. "My name is Jyslin. Jyslin de'Vlos."
She stands back up and walks over to where she threw the meat the men had
asked for. She leans down, picks it up, walks to the fire and sits back down
to eat the meat raw.
night roam the land looking for prey. A deer, walking toward the pond for a
last drink of water before it goes to seek its slumber, passes by a strange
shadowy figure. The wind picks up a bit and the leaves of the trees and
bushes sway. And there, in the shadowy branches of a tree not far from the
pond, hunched on a branch, is a dark figure watching the deer. As the deer
turns to leave the pond, the dark figure leaps out of the dark and pounces
on the deer. As the shadowy figure pierces its fang-like teeth into the neck
of the scared animal and rips out it's throat with its bare teeth with a sense
of power and enjoyment.
The dark figure stands up and places a booted foot on top of the
animal to hold it still, draws its sword and delivers a swift blow to the animal's
neck, chopping the head right off. As the dark figure removes its hat, locks
of brown hair fall to her shoulders. A sinister grin appears on her face as
she peers down at her soon-to-be dinner. She looks at her bloodstained
gloves and licks a finger to taste the still-warm blood of the animal.
Wiping the back of her gloved hand across her mouth, also covered with
blood, she sheaths her sword and takes out a small dagger hidden in her of
boot and begins to carve away the meat of the deer.
She builds up a fire to cook the meat of her kill and can't help but savor
little bits of the raw meat as the rest cooks. As she stares into the
flames, waiting for her feast to be warmed, she hears the faint sound of
riders approaching. She turns her head to the side to listen carefully. A
disgusted look appears on her face as she whispers, "Four on horses, two on
foot." Then turns her attention back to her meal.
After a few minutes, four men on horses and two men on foot emerge from the
woods to find her sitting there. "Hail to thee!," one of the men call out.
"We were passing by and couldn't help but smell the meat cooking on your
fire. We have not eaten anything but bread and cheese for days and were
wondering if thou wouldst spare us some meat and we then shall be on our
way. We would pay you for your kindness."
The dark figure turned her head, lifted up one slab of meat and tossed it
to them. It landed at the foot of the man who spoke to her. She turned her
head back to the fire and said, "You have your meat, now go."
The men seem shocked by her actions, and drew their swords. "Thou hast no
cause to be rude! We simply asked to buy some of thee meat and you treat
us like mere dogs?!"
The dark figure didn't say a word; just continued to stare into the flames,
ignoring the men behind her. The men surround her and demand an apology for
her seemingly rude actions. As she continued to ignore the men, they begin
to get angry with her and charged at her. She drew her sword in time to parry
the blow. "If thou wish to continue breathing then thou should leave now," and
kicks the man nearest her back towards the group. All six of the men charge her
at once. She leaps high into the air and lands on a tree branch, and watches the
stunned men to see what they will do next.
They charge at the tree and the dark figure starts to whisper some magical
words: "Consecrus Arma". Tiny sparkles float around her as she channels her
energy. She then chants one more spell; "Divinum Furis" before the men reach the
tree. Then, with the magical incantations still whispering in the air, she leaps down
on one of the men and slices his right leg from his body. She swings around, her cloak
circling around her and catches the breeze. She reaches for another hidden
dagger hidden at her side, parries a blow with her sword, and then stabs the
man in the neck. As the wounded man drops his sword to cover his neck she
thrusts her sword in the man's chest. A man behind her swings his sword,
aiming for her head but she ducks and spins around to stab the man in his
gut with her dagger.
Another man with a spear came charging at her. She dodges the spear by
moving to the side and swiftly chops the end of the spear off. She pounces
on the man with the spear and sinks her teeth into his neck and rips out his
throat. "She's neither human nor beast! Run!"
As the rest of the men run to their horses she leaps into the air and lands
on one of them. Face down on the ground with the dark figure on top of him,
she reaches down and grabs a handful of his hair, lifts his head up and
slowly drags her dagger through his throat from ear to ear.
She looks up to see the remaining men flee and decides to let them go. She
walks back toward the man who still had her sword stuck in his chest. She
draws her sword from him and wipes the blood off the sword with part of the
man's shirt.
She stops in her tracks and stands up straight. Without turning, she says
to the man, "There is no point pretending to be dead so you can sneak off
while I am not looking, I can hear thy heartbeat slowing down." She then
turns around to face the man on the ground clutching his gut, the evil still
present in her stare.
"H-h-how did thou know I wasn't dead? W-who are you? W-what are you?"
"I am a werewolf," she replied. "I can hear what thou canst, see what thou
canst, and smell what thou canst." A devilishly evil grin appears on her
face. She stands over the man and leans down to face him, so close he can
see the evil in her eyes. "My name is Jyslin. Jyslin de'Vlos."
She stands back up and walks over to where she threw the meat the men had
asked for. She leans down, picks it up, walks to the fire and sits back down
to eat the meat raw.