Private Tales Wolves At the Door

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
The man didn't even flinch as Silver poured hot water on the wound, only letting out a loud hiss at any indication of pain. Jorg watched him carefully as his fingers tightened, eyes squeezing shut as he surprised the yelp of pain that would have come from any other man in the same situation.

"Believe what you want, but we hadn't hurt anyone. Took up residence in an abandoned mining town, made a nice little life."

Jorg looked up at Silver.

The words sounded quaint, the story even more so, but the same doubt that filled his love filled him. He had never seen Werewolves cooperate like that, and the idea that they had been peaceful and not hurt anyone? Well it only took one full moon and a wrong step to break that little streak. "So why the army then?"

He asked pointedly, earning him a grimace from the man.

"Stroke of bad luck. Traveler came through, saw something he couldn't have and ran to down the mountains."

Jorg looked over towards Silver. What had the man seen?

Transformation? He doubted it. If it had been a full moon they never would have let him stay. There was something more to this, something the old man wasn't telling them.
 
Silver didn't have to share Jorg's look to feel his doubt over the man's words. She didn't have to hear it in his words either, she just simply... felt as he did, like his emotions had somehow been linked to her own mind through whatever bond had been forged the second he'd bitten her throat and held her down. It was going to take some getting used to.

Her attention was mainly on the wound as she cleaned it, her brow furrowing as he mentioned the traveller seeing 'something' and she quite simply asked "Saw what exactly?.." she asked without looking up. If he was going to continue being secretive and untruthful with them then he could leave as far as she was concerned. She didn't believe for a moment that a pack such as that had forged a quiet little life for themselves either.
 
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The old man looked between the two fo them for a moment, a frown on his face as he clearly considered what to actually say next. Fingers drummed on the table, and he took in a slight breath as he shrugged and answered.

"A totem."

For some reason a chill ran up Jorg's spine. "Totem?"

He parroted, and the man simply nodded his head. A hand came up, and he slowly reached to pull his sleeve upward. There he revealed a tattoo, a wolf's head decorated in strange tribal lines that seemed to shift over themselves in odd vine like ways.

"Yes, to Akkara."

The moment the man said the name Jorg's hand shot up, the blade coming forward and his other palm shooting out to grab Silver and yank her away. Visible panic flickered over his features, the point of his sword laying across the old man's throat in an instant.
 
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Silver let out a yelp of a sound as she was suddenly dragged up onto her feet, the basin of water crashing to the floor. Her heart was suddenly pounding as she tuned in to Jorg's panic and she stepped in close to him, the flat of her hand resting on his bicep as she peeked around him, her eyes shifting between the man's face and the tattoo he'd shown. She had no idea what it meant.

"Jorg?.." she frowned, her breaths shuddering. It wasn't a state she was used to seeing him in. "What is it?.." she whispered in confusion and chewed nervously on her lip..
 
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The old man didn't move, though it was clear that he knew why Jorg had done what he did. Lips thinned for a brief moment, and the blade sitting against his throat shifted ever so slightly as he swallowed. His eyes folding over Jorg.

"So I se-"​

"The Cult of Akkara burned villages, Sacrificed women and children on altars." He glanced back towards Silver for a moment. "Turned men to monsters with fell magic."

There was a slight shifting of discomfort that ran through the Old Man. "I helped hunt down a few of their sects when I was with the Band."

He told Silver.

"So you think us monsters, eh? None of us seem monstrous to me lad."​

Jorg scowled.

"There's a difference between us and what your ilk makes." He had not known that Werewolves worshiped Akkara, but it made sense in a strange sort of way. It was said she was mother of monsters, a black thing that would twist mind and body alike.
 
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Silver's expression paused for a moment as she took in and tried to understand what Jorg had told her, but she quickly found herself frowning in rage and disgust. She squeezed on Jorg's sword arm. The last thing they needed was the rest of these beasts coming here to find one of their own dead.

"It's no wonder we are hunted like we are." Silver hissed quietly, and jerked her chin toward the door. "Out. You've far outstayed your welcome." she growled, her nose wrinkled with disdain.
 
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Jorg frowned for a moment, not taking the blade away from the man's throat and instead looking over towards Silver. "I don't think we can let him go."

There was a side of himself that Silver had not yet seen, not completely anyway.

There had been the monsters within, the creature that had killed hunters and bandits without second thought. Yet there was also a man. A man who had sought justice, who had fought in wars, and who had killed men like this.

The man who his father had taught him to be.

"If he finds even half a dozen of his ilk he'll lead them right here." He told Silver. "If the army finds him..."

Jorg didn't finish his sentence.

The Old Man, to his credit, simply sat there. His gaze shifted from one of them and then to the other, his muscles tensing slightly.
 
Silver turned to look at Jorg. Really look at him..

"Jorg." she blinked at him and looked over the wounded man for a brief moment and back to her love with a soft frown. "Surely killing him will invite more trouble to our door than letting him go? Mercifully." she added with a glare at the man and a clench of her jaw.

"I'm not accustomed to murdering people who ask for my help.." she told him quietly.
 
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"I just want to live my life."

The old man spoke before Jorg could say anything, though the words were met with a sword pressed a bit more tightly to his throat. "So You can slaughter another child on an altar?"

His voice was a cutting edge in it of itself.

It was clear Jorg did not want to let this man go, not if it meant that he could return to his cult. Fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, his gaze casting towards Silver for a brief second as she spoke to him quietly.

Lips thinned.

"Fine." He said quietly, though it was a decision that clearly did not sit well with him. "Then go, but next time I see you..."

Jorg did not finish.
 
Silver looked between the two, clearly having some sort of mute moral argument with herself. It didn't sit right with her, to kill the man after he'd showed up here looking for help, but it didn't sit right with her that her actions might lead to more innocent lives lost.

"Wait.." she frowned, her gaze settling intensely on the man as he tried to pull himself out of the chair. He settled back down and stared back at her with a nervous expression.

"How many women and children have you killed for your Akkara?..Answer me honestly, I'll know if you lie.." her head tilted at him. Detecting lying was easier as a lycan. She could smell adrenaline, hear the pitch in a person's pulse, spot the telltale twitches. Even a good liar would find it difficult to trick a lycan when they paid attention.
 
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Jorg watched the man for a moment, he seemed to debate something in his head for just a few seconds. The blade was already from his throat, but he could move quick enough to sever his head in one quick swipe if he really needed to.

"As many as Akkara willed."​

The words were non-committal, but they spoke volumes.

In his time with the Band he had seen the blood these men and women spilled. Children were taken, not bloodied on an alter, but twisted and changed into something else entirely. Monsters, beasts, worse than Lycan sometimes.

Just as Jorg was about to open his mouth the Old Man suddenly stood, his wound flexing as his entire body ripped itself apart.

Within the span of a breath the man's flesh came loose, muscles straining through his skin as he began to transform in the drop of a copper. His fur was mangy, broken with patches of skin, but as he shifted the Old Man grew. Larger than Silver, larger even than Jorg.
 
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Silver gripped hold of Jorg’s arm and tried to pull him backwards with her, watching the beast grow taller through wide eyes, her pulse pitching to frantic.

“Jorg..” her voice shuddered out with a breath. Every muscle in her body was aching and rippling as the Wolf clawed to get out but she couldn’t shift that fast and she’d be vulnerable.

She continued to move back, and after a glance at her bow she made a run to grab it.
 
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The wolf before them was still injured, a bloody wound carved on his leg despite Silver's treatment. Jorg stepped back along with his love, hand firmly on his sword. He could feel the wolf inside raging, wanting to fight, but for the moment he kept it locked away.

"THIS. THIS IS WHAT AKKARA CAN DO!"

Shock painted Jorg's face. "What the..."

In all of his years he had never heard of a Werewolf speaking, not when they were transformed. His head shot towards Silver, his eyes darting in panic.

"Run." The Prince said as he grasped the nearby table and flexed his arms. The heavy wood went flying towards the Transformed man, wood shattering as the massive beast smashed it into tiny bits.
 
Silver's entire body ached with the need to shift and defend both herself and Jorg, but she couldn't take her eyes off of the beast for a moment. She returned Jorg's look with a frightened one of her own and her gaze narrowed. He was conscious, he could speak, he had awareness of what he was doing and still he did it anyway. She should've let Jorg take his head off then and there, now any harm that befell them or anyone else by the creature's hand was her fault.

"We brought you in here to help you! Showed you mercy despite what you are - and this is how you repay us?!" Silver yelled at the creature as she continued to back up.

She wanted to obey Jorg’s orders, it was simply instinctual to do as he said, but it was also her instinct to protect him and the order was met with confusion and conflict. She growled and nocked an arrow, aiming it at the beast’s throat and letting it loose.
 
The arrow struck the great wolf directly on his shoulder, but without a silver tip it may as well have been a gnat biting down. Jorg grimaced, then reached for Silver and grabbed her shoulder to pull her back just in time to draw her away from the Old Wolf's strike.

His claw hit the ground, landing with a solid thunk as his claws dug into and through the hard stone.

"You would throw me to them! The enemy! The humans!"

Jorg practically scooped Silver up, knowing that now was not the time to stand and fight. His body was weary from the night before, and he was sure that even as a Wolf neither he nor Silver could take on the great beast before them. Perhaps together, but his fear was the change.

If the old man was clever he'd take out one of them during their shift, and if that happened they would both be dead.

"Do not wear the face of mercy!"

The monster preached as Jorg rushed back with Silver in his arms, swiftly moving up the narrow steps of the castle in order to hopefully reach a place of safety, if only for a few seconds to allow them to shift together.
 
"We are not your enemy!" she snarled at the beast, realising she could no longer claim to be human, but it was a tough habit to break. She squirmed as Jorg grabbed hold of her and she growled furiously at the massive wolf. "You murder innocent people! You made YOURSELF the enemy!" she lifted an unlit sconce as she passed it and launched it at the beast before she was carried from the room."They are DEFENDING themselves!"

It probably wasn't the time or place to be having this sort of debate with a murderous monster but the rage was bursting from her in the form of a violent mood swing peppered by waves of pain and nausea as the wolf stirred under her skin.

"Jorg!..Put me down." she groaned in pain as her body tried desperately to shift and she let out a scream as her spine snapped.
 
The monstrous wolf batted aside the flaming sconce, tossing it to the corner and letting it clatter onto the table with the breaking of metal. The flame whicked and then caught onto the heavy wood, a fire slowly building.

Jorg didn't catch sight of it, and the Old Wolf simply didn't care.

As Silver began to reel from her bestial transformation Jorg clutched her a bit tighter, launching himself up the stairs as the Monster behind them gave chase. The clatter of his claws and the thump of his body hitting the floor could be heard, but Jorg didn't give a glance behind him.

"Hold on." He hissed at Silver.

He knew that if he let Silver go now and transform the wolf behind them would rip either her or him apart. Fingers clutched her tightly and he shifted his weight, turning on his heel and dashing to the right in order to flee into the room beyond. He immediately threw Silver onto the bed, slamming the heavy door shut and folding the beam over it.

A loud shuttering slam echoed through the room as the Great Wolf tried to force his way through. "Now!"

The mercenary screamed, his body already tearing itself apart.
 
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She writhed in his grip, muscles near ripping from her skin, bones cracking here and there. Claws extends from her fingertips and dug into him as she held on and she cried out in pain. The moment she hit the bed, more bones cracked violently and she started to grow.

Claws tore at her clothes and her cries turned into yelps and howls as her body stretched and warped, solid muscle erupting underneath her skin and auburn fur sprouting atop it. Her jaw opened and snapped shut in the form of a muzzle, armed with rows of snarling sharp teeth, and the wolf rolled from the bed to clatter to the floor and rake and claw at the floorboards until the transformation was complete..

Short, sharp whines escaped her chest as the pain lingered, but a frightened snarl ripped itself from her throat as the door started to splinter and the beast's snapping jaw appeared through the broken panel, his claws still furiously raking to get in.

Silver rushed forward and aimed a slash of her claws at the wolf's face as she barked a warning.
 
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Jorg's transformation happened fast.

The pain of it, the absolute agony that rushed through his entire body forced a scream that turned to a howl. His body was at it's last edge, pushed to the very end. There was nothing left for him to resist, no effort that he could put up.

He did not even feel as the Old Wolf's raked across his back, spilling his blood onto the floor.

Fur broke through flesh, and as Silver leaped towards the Great Wolf and clawed him through the reaches of the door Jorg's wolf took control. Blood knotted his dark fur, but the wolf did not care as it turned to watch the Great Wolf recoil from Silver's claws.

Three deep slashes stained his face.

"YOU SNIVELING LITTLE CUBS!"​

He shouted out, his arms smashing forward to break down the last pieces of the door into nothing but shambles.
 
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The scent of Jorg's blood ensnared her senses and fuelled her rage, and Silver lost any semblance of control. The wolf, albeit furious, wasn't stupid enough not to feel fear and her hackles raised as she edged back, lowering her chest toward the ground as she waited for a moment to lunge.

Her ears were flat against her skull as what remained of the door came crashing in, and she moved further away from Jorg to flank the creature. As it ducked under the door and stepped into the room, he looked to Jorg and took a step toward him, lifting a massive arm with the intention of swiping at the black wolf.

Silver leapt, her jaws opening to snap shut around the beast's wrist before he could strike.
 
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Jorg leaped forward the instant Silver did.

Her jaw snapped shut around the monstrous Wolf's wrist, pinning it in place and giving him an opening to strike. His full weight went crashing against his older foe, claws digging and cutting into his side as his jaw snapped closed on his.

A loud roaring howl of pain escaped their enemy, though his arms thrashed hard and flexed. Muscles went taught as he bucked and threw Silver away from himself, tossing her like a radgoll across the room and sending her through the bedposts.

Just a second later he did the same to Jorg, cutting into his flesh and throwing him against the wall.

"YOU COULD BE LIKE ME! YOU COULD CONTROL YOURSELF! BUT LOOK AT YOU! MERE BEASTS!"

The monsters voice echoed out as Jorg pulled himself upright, his back and sides bleeding, his body half on the verge of breaking. Jaw snapped shut, cutting off a cough of blood as the monstrous wolf suddenly charged forward directly at him.
 
He'd thrown her so effortlessly. Silver was used to feeling like she towered over everything in this form, she'd always felt monstrous and imposing, superior in strength to everything other than Jorg, and yet this creature simply threw her across the room as though she were nothing at all. The bedposts shattered as she crashed into them and she clattered against the wall and landed in a heap of disgruntled fur.

Her head whipped around to see Jorg smash into the wall and she let out a whine, her pupils dilating on the sight of his wounds. The auburn wolf was quick to her feet and she launched herself at the charging wolf, her claws splayed to rip at his chest, stomach, arms, anything they could rake through and grip hold of whilst her jaw went for his throat.
 
Blood sprayed onto the floor and walls, brackish and crimson it cast onto the carpets and stained the curtains. Silver's attack lashed and bit into the Great Wolf, slicing into his flesh and forcing a roar of pain to escape from his throat.

Jorg stood up, watching for only a brief second before he pounced forward and joined the frenzy.

There was no coordination to it, at least not that any human eyes could have followed. Jorg and Silver ripped Into their foe in an uncontrollable lash of attacks. They slashed, bit, crunched their way through whatever they could reach. The great wolf howled and roared in pain, until eventually he fell.

His body struck the ground with a solid this, his muscles twitching as he desperately tried to grab Jorg and throw him clear, only to find his appendage snapped by a vicious bite.

"I-I..."

A slow growl erupted through the monsters throat, but he spoke no more words.
 
Silver didn't stop biting and tearing until the massive wolf stilled and she felt the pulse slow in her jaw. She coughed the dark, putrid blood from her mouth and shook it from her fur before turning to Jorg, her ears pressed flat as she whined at him and nosed at his wounds, the wolf instinctively licking at them with or without his permission.

The scent of blood was overbearing, Jorg's, and now there were thick, inky puddles of that of the dead wolf as it's life spilled out over the carpets. But there was something else that finally caught her attention, and she straightened up, her ears bolt upright and her nose flaring as it pulled at the scent she tried to place..

Smoke.
 
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The wolf raised itself up from the corpse, soaked with blood and black fur stained crimson. His head raised, a loud echoing howl escaping him. It rang through the keep and resounded further out, only stopping when Silver's nose pressed against his skin.

He turned, looking over to her for a moment before his nose too caught the scent of flames.

His head immediately whipped down at the corpse, a low growl escaping him before he looked at Silver and then quickly motioned towards the nearby window. They could not deal with fire, the Wolf knew this.

There was no staying here.

Not till they could return the hand that now lurked within themselves. With a gently nudge of his own snout Jorg pushed Silver forward, urging her to get away so that he could follow behind her and ensure her safety.
 
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