Post by Xaen on Apr 13, 2015 16:52:42 GMT -6
Near the beginning of the evening.
The rolling sound of crackling thunder as it fore-told a storm.
Dying light, scattering clouds.
Red stained horizon, the clouds turning darker.
A swift wind rises, the grass swaying, bending almost to one's will.
Leaves scattering and trees rustling as if awakened at such a time.
Something could be seen, a large dead creature.
Though walking on all fours it seems almost perplexing to look at.
A large black-like dog.
The creature as she was wore no armor, there was no need to protect any 'vitals' as she had literally none, she was re-awakened, summoned, even cursed to live upon this god-forsaken land. But if one watched you could pick out the quiver stuffed with arrows, and a blackened bow that followed along her form almost barely visible by the long tufts of fur. She heard a few creatures, the possible sounds of following and a faint hellish growl erupted from her skull, following after it a baying almost sorrowful chilling howl to sort of 'mark' her spot, she would bow to no one, nor be scared away by any. She would stay and fend herself off from whatever followed her if anything.
The rolling sound of crackling thunder as it fore-told a storm.
Dying light, scattering clouds.
Red stained horizon, the clouds turning darker.
A swift wind rises, the grass swaying, bending almost to one's will.
Leaves scattering and trees rustling as if awakened at such a time.
Something could be seen, a large dead creature.
Though walking on all fours it seems almost perplexing to look at.
A large black-like dog.
Lycans were usually never seen much, however this one was known faintly. As for its alignment, it was a dead neutral. Never really participated in the demon wars that struck across the land, never really aided the civilians in the city, but just watched much like ravens to a dead corpse. A large black undead lycan on all fours skulking around, Milky eyes scanned the grass below as it swayed and bent almost in worship to the great beast. This lycan somewhat feared people but mused at how she scared them. To see a massive undead creature with milky eyes sit at a tavern and stare at you seemed to unnerve most.
Instead now she wandered, she had heard whispers usually easily; most about her appearance, others about what the going-ons was about, or general locations, so now she wandered too lazy to get up and walk like a 'being' but more comfortable when scouting to take on the 'beast' like walk, it usually made for a more intimidating presence. A giant black werewolf with a gray-ish white skull stained with old mold and dirt, yet still had the skin to hold up two almost hell-hound like large ears, wicked pointed things as they tilted this way and that, as well as stained gray ribs, and bones poking through the matted blackness. Though blind she could in a sense 'see' mostly with her nose but everything was painted in an odd gray/black scene.
She stopped, there seemed to be some trace of magic, it wasn't that she could see or feel it; but more or less smell and sense it; being a creature usually known to be 'magic' in few ways, she was brought to this world by a saliva; and later a curse which could never be broken. So in a way she did feel it; but not by sheer touch. Like an aura or heat she could sense it. There was no known door that she could gather but instead she resided by it.
Instead now she wandered, she had heard whispers usually easily; most about her appearance, others about what the going-ons was about, or general locations, so now she wandered too lazy to get up and walk like a 'being' but more comfortable when scouting to take on the 'beast' like walk, it usually made for a more intimidating presence. A giant black werewolf with a gray-ish white skull stained with old mold and dirt, yet still had the skin to hold up two almost hell-hound like large ears, wicked pointed things as they tilted this way and that, as well as stained gray ribs, and bones poking through the matted blackness. Though blind she could in a sense 'see' mostly with her nose but everything was painted in an odd gray/black scene.
She stopped, there seemed to be some trace of magic, it wasn't that she could see or feel it; but more or less smell and sense it; being a creature usually known to be 'magic' in few ways, she was brought to this world by a saliva; and later a curse which could never be broken. So in a way she did feel it; but not by sheer touch. Like an aura or heat she could sense it. There was no known door that she could gather but instead she resided by it.
The creature as she was wore no armor, there was no need to protect any 'vitals' as she had literally none, she was re-awakened, summoned, even cursed to live upon this god-forsaken land. But if one watched you could pick out the quiver stuffed with arrows, and a blackened bow that followed along her form almost barely visible by the long tufts of fur. She heard a few creatures, the possible sounds of following and a faint hellish growl erupted from her skull, following after it a baying almost sorrowful chilling howl to sort of 'mark' her spot, she would bow to no one, nor be scared away by any. She would stay and fend herself off from whatever followed her if anything.
If not, more power to her for scaring the shit out of the villagers, sure enough to hear it.
