A Sporting Persuit

Subject: A Sporting Persuit Mon Dec 10, 2007 9:18 pm

The old woman pulls her scarf tigher around her head as she continues her slow walk home. Somehow, this year seems colder than the last 10 that she can remember dispite what those fool weather men have said, but then again - this IS Syberia, and its always cold here.

Reflecting on what the family doctor told her, she finds her troubled thought compounded with worries about her sick husband who still awaits her return home. Unfortunately, that return will never happen - someone... rather something has dinner plans for her this cold evening.

As she crests the final hill before the final short walk through the woods that will finaly bring her to her front steps, she pauses as a short prayer passes her lips.

"Please, Lord, let my husband get better. I don't know how I could get by without him..."

Taking a final deap breath she again continues her slow treck home.

Subject: Re: A Sporting Persuit Tue Dec 11, 2007 12:10 am

As I stand on my hind legs and watch the old woman come down the hill into the forest my mouth starts to water and the need for blood comes back. For weeks now I have gone without food and I am willing to do anything to be able to have a decent meal tonight.

As she enters the forest, I start to creep up behind her. She stops to look about probably thinking she heard something, as she slowly looks over her surrounding she sees me. Glareing right back at her are my glowing 'hells-flame' red eyes.

She screams in fear and trys to run away, but the woman is old, tired and cold so she doesn't get far before falling to her knees gasping for breath.

I make my move - quikily and within a few secound I pounce on her. Right as I do so my arm moves by pure instinct and my right hand claws dig deep into her side. As I land I can feel three of her ribs snap and she now lays there groveling in pain. I quikly lash out with my jaws catching around her neck and she then lays there lifeless. I go for her head almost renching it from the body - the kill is mine. I havn't tasted something so good in a long time

I like the taste of human flesh, so I will just eat it instead of attatching it to myself like I do with my other prey. I use one claw from each hand and stick them into the old womens eyes to remove them, them I slurp them down.

I take the head and remove it from the body, then toss it into the forest. Finaly I am able to contiue devouring the old women, but then I hear a noise in the forest. I look up, and the full moon is almost directly above me and I let rip a deep howl. After that I go right back to my fallen prey - the noise forgoten, and heave it up onto my back to bring it back to my cave.

Subject: Re: A Sporting Persuit Tue Mar 11, 2008 4:16 am

The howl carries far and clear through the woods to the small cottage where a sick old man still waits his dead wifes return. He twitches and sits up in bed when the howl reaches him, and his sickly scent becomes tinged by fear as it slowly wafts down through the floorboards to me. I know something has happened, and my last master scenses it as well...

"Please lord, if some ill fortune has befallen my wife - let my dying breath bring her justice. Golem - I call you forth."

So long has passed since I was created. My original master made me to protect his new land and the farm he was building from the band of theives who once called the nearby woods home. I took care of them for him, and have waited here in the basement ever since. On occasion a master would come down to introduce his son to the family 'pet', and explain they would one day run the farm with me ever here as the protector. Sometimes, late at night, I would be called apon for some meaningless errand:

'Go put the fear of God into...' This family or that, but NEVER was I supposed to be seen.

'Go and turn the fields for the plantings tomorrow...' Usually followed by some excuse as to why they couldn't.

This master was different. Never once did he call apon me, but there had been many a night when he'd come down restless and then just start talking. Being what I am, there was no responce - I wouldn't have known what to say even if I could.

"I fear the worst my old friend. I can feel it in my bones. Something has happened on the road to my wife, and now I shall die alone..." If words were within my reach - I might have shared with him the simplest of truths then: We all die alone. "Please Golem, go find her and return her to me once you have avenged her. Let us be burried here in the earth that spawned you."

With his desires spoken, I turn and leave.

Subject: Re: A Sporting Persuit Sat Jun 07, 2008 9:33 pm

As I walk down the hill, the prey still on my back, I look up into the sky as the clouds start to gather taking out the sun in its path. As I continue my journey down the hill, my claws digging into the snow, and my fur flowing in the wind - I am ready to enjoy the rest of my feast at my cave.

I think of my past and how many lives I have taken as the boredome following the hunt starts to sink in. How many have suffered from my wrath? How many villagers have been killed to slack my thirst? I laugh at the thought - other emotions are useless now. As I was thinking about the past I recall the night when my brethren were killed by hunters. One by one they fell - either quickly with an arrow to the head that crushes the skull and sends flying the blood on the fresh layer of snow beneath, or slowly with me watching my fallen brothers and sisters trying come to me in need of help only to give me their last words...

I remember my fathers last words the clearest "Fight til the end my son..."

I had briefly responded that horcrid night by saying "I will make them pay father". With that thought stuck ever in mind, he passes away.

Hunters were attacking my pack and they seem to have been doing a good job at defeating us. Looking on as my friends and brethren fell, I made a threatening growl at the nearest hunter and quickly pounced on him riping my claws into his chest, he screamed and all of the rest turned to watch their friend die as I reveal his ribs and part of his heart. I then burried my face in his chest and took a few quick bites out of him eager to snatch his heart up into my mouth. Once I see it I chomp downsavoring it as it explods in my mouth. then I slowly turned to face the other nine men.

They stood there looking at me and their lost friend. My eyes were now locked onto them, and my mouth was drooling for more blood. I took one step forward and they took a step back - I start to charge, and they quickly did the smart thing and ran away. Most of the rest that are still not hurt from the fight follow them, and I turn around to find my mothers body laying on the snow with a thick layer of blood already showing letting me know she was dead. I look around and see that most of my pack had fallen to these men, and I let out a deep long howl making sure that the hunters would remember it.

As I head into the forest I keep on thinking about that dreadful day and how many lives were lost, but as I get further into the forest I start to feel like something is following me. I continue my journey back to my cave thinking it was only the wind flicking some leaves on a bush, but I stay alert just in case - I am NOT the only bad thing in the world...
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Subject: Re: A Sporting Persuit Sun Jun 15, 2008 7:54 pm

Born of the earth, and formed by strong magics mixed with the blood of my creator, I knew inherantly the location of all the family members in my creators line. There were no more living now; the old man passed as I left, but I still knew where his wife was and had been charged with bringing her home - a final task before I could return to the precious soil and the slumber that awaited me there.

Strangely, although I was aware that her life had been extinguished, I soon realised that she continued to move. The only thing my mind could see as reason to explain this was that she'd been killed by an animal, and it was now dragging her off to feed on somewhere else - but what kind of beast does such things? Moving to cut off my dead mistress and her killer, I headed deap into the forest near half a mile ahead of them so long as they hold to their course.

A beautiful young woman once - as humans go - I watched her grow old with my master. They had shared a deap and lasting love, and although there were no children their lives were none-the-less complete. She had never known about me though, and the master had aften expessed regret to me of his fear in sharing with her the family secret. She was '...delicate...' he'd often say.

Finding a small clearing just downhill from an old bear cave and right in line with my targets path, I decide to wait there in hiding. Sinking into the soil below me I watch hidden, appearing as nothing more than a small mound. My wait isn't long...
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'OH, WHAT MAY MAN WITHIN HIM HIDE, THOUGH ANGEL ON THE OUTWARD SIDE?' - W. Shakespear