Its as if we'd spent a huge amount of time running around killing werewolves.
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He turned away, running farther into the night. Somehow, I’d known he would. My heart sank as I realized I’d be forced to turn to my backup plan.
The hunters had been turning wolves against my kind for month now. They had more knowledge, ways of controlling those cursed by lycanthropy. I felt the weight the notebook in my pocket. Names, dates, meeting locations, everything I could find that would help them in their war. Perhaps enough to let the hunters turn the tide. Perhaps enough that they would be willing to help me try and cure my brother.
I turned away, only to be confronted by three silhouettes. Some of my new kin, trying to stop me. I raised my blade and charged, roaring out a challenge as I came. I’d sacrificed so much for him. What were three more bodies, compared to what I’d already done?
Blades Clashed.
Battlegrinder is my ign.
And by the way, the word count tool considers contractions to be two words instead of one (and technically speaking, contractions are properly one word. Thank you English 101). So my story registers as 154 word, but its actually 150 exactly.
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Exactly 150 words:
Alastor growled and showed me his sharp and deadly teeth, the sadness in his gaze now replaced entirely by his beastly bloodlust. I drew my axes and prepared for his attack. He jumped towards me, but I managed to evade the grip of his teeth. As I was about to bring my axes down to his exposed neck with all my mighty force, I froze. I couldn’t. This is my brother.
Alastor took advantage of my hesitation and jumped me, throwing me on the ground. Trapped under his claws, I waited for my inevitable demise. But as bloody tears flowed from my eyes, Alastor stopped growling. In his eyes I could once more see my brother. He could not harm me either. His form slowly started to change, becoming human again. Our brotherly love was enough to cure his curse. We embraced tightly, our eyes overflowing with tears of joy.
IGN: Axania
It was two years ago that i died, killed by the hands i once held so dear, but it wasn't my brother, i saw it in his eyes, it was the beast that drove him insane, he was trapped and locked in, beaten down by it.
As his claws ripped through me it wasn't the pain that i felt, it was helplessness, and it tore deep down inside
me far deeper than his claws could reach.
Lying back there, my vision was failing me, but i had a glimpse at a man? a beast?, he came to me with an offer, my soul for.. My salvation.
Irony of fate, at the same place i shall die once again, as his claws pierced through my chest i had my sword plunged into his heart, turning back into a human i held his head, "Live!", and sank my fangs into his neck.
~Sciv
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