Vague Area in Arethil
Jorg breathed heavily. His hand was clutched to his bloody chest, mouth still containing the taste of metal and copper as he tried desperately to gather himself up. "Fuck."
He said softly, glancing around the tiny village.
Bodies lay strewn about everywhere, most of them torn into absolute shreds. There were no women among the corpses, no children either. He had absolutely no idea where he was, though in the distance he could see the forest where he remembered having first changed three days ago. His lips thinned, and slowly he walked over towards one of the bodies.
He stumbled slightly, his bare feet touching the cold earth. Fingers tightened slightly, and he reached out to flip the mans mangled corpse over onto his back.
The face was not one he recognized, but the brand on his throat was. "Bandits."
Jorg spat onto the ground, shaking his head slightly in disgust. At least the Wolf hadn't slaughtered an innocent village. These men had been bandits, thieves in the night who likely did their best to slaughter and take whatever they could.
Small solace, but it was one nonetheless.
His head shook, and he quickly went about stripping some of the clothes off the bodies.
Jorg breathed heavily. His hand was clutched to his bloody chest, mouth still containing the taste of metal and copper as he tried desperately to gather himself up. "Fuck."
He said softly, glancing around the tiny village.
Bodies lay strewn about everywhere, most of them torn into absolute shreds. There were no women among the corpses, no children either. He had absolutely no idea where he was, though in the distance he could see the forest where he remembered having first changed three days ago. His lips thinned, and slowly he walked over towards one of the bodies.
He stumbled slightly, his bare feet touching the cold earth. Fingers tightened slightly, and he reached out to flip the mans mangled corpse over onto his back.
The face was not one he recognized, but the brand on his throat was. "Bandits."
Jorg spat onto the ground, shaking his head slightly in disgust. At least the Wolf hadn't slaughtered an innocent village. These men had been bandits, thieves in the night who likely did their best to slaughter and take whatever they could.
Small solace, but it was one nonetheless.
His head shook, and he quickly went about stripping some of the clothes off the bodies.