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Post by Faralishus on Jan 24, 2006 23:44:45 GMT -5
Setana cocked her head, Was the woman joking, or did she know what she was? Did she just think her a cannibal? She drooled a little more. "Can I buy the horse at least?" she could buy the horse, then steal back the money from the shops... She chortled quietly at the thought.
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Post by Judas on Jan 24, 2006 23:47:32 GMT -5
"Buy my horse? I wouldn't mind.. I suppose you could buy, in return for my life and a few coins to buy another?" She smiled slightly, scuffing her foot in the dirt.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 24, 2006 23:49:45 GMT -5
Setana laughed, "Your life would be pointless to take. I'll give fifty kienten for the horse." she stroked its mane. She could aleady picture where to find the sweet organs... find the softest points on the bones for breaking for the cartlig. She held back on salivating anymore than she already had.
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Post by Judas on Jan 24, 2006 23:51:28 GMT -5
Markel was happy to be ridding of the horse, it would be one more thing to rid of the horrid memory of her wretched father. "Deal, she took the bag off of the horse and the sattle and handed the woman the rope. She wasnt smiling, but she was happy.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 24, 2006 23:53:47 GMT -5
Setana dug the ivory coins from her purse and handed them to the woman. She stroked the horse, and giddlily head off with it, murmering into its ear. The horse tugged on the rope, eyes rolling slightly. Smiling Setana patted its neck, murmering sweet death wishes to it.
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Post by Judas on Jan 25, 2006 0:01:46 GMT -5
Markel watched the were-woman walk away with her father's old horse, after a sigh of relief she spotted a girl coming her way. A pretty blonde in a pretty dress, thought Markel. Just as she was about to walk away, the girl walked by and gave her a dissaproving look. Markel scowled at her and she stopped. "Do you dare scowl at me?" Her voice was angry and selfish. "Yes, I do. I dont know you, and I dont care." Said Markel yawning and beginning to walk away. The girl growled, and followed Markel. "Do you follow me because you are full of yourself you wretched girl?" Said Markel, slightly annoyed. The girl just followed, she was curious more than anything now. Markel found a stable, and bought a white horse from a poor woman. When she had mounted the girl looked down with a sigh. "What is it, girl?" Sighed Markel. "I... you know I hate myself." She started, "Can I come with you wherever you go?" She asked. Markel rose an eyebrow, then clicked her tongue. "Quick change of mind, eh girl?" Markel questioned. "I'm sorry if I've been a bother, but could I?" She asked. Markel sighed, "Get on, and hold on tight... and I'm not leaving town for a while. Why dont you come with me and we shall disguise you?" She said as the girl mounted daintily.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 25, 2006 0:07:18 GMT -5
Setana had traveled to a small grove somewhat away from the city, her purse clinking with stolen coin. She curled the end of her short red hair inbewtween her fingers, he yellowish eyes watched the horse. She had picketed it slightly away from her camp. She had made a small pitfire and had laid out some blankets for a bed. She had been waiting for the sun to set to start on her meal. It was almost down, she coudln't wait much longer. She walked up to the horse. Her strokes on its back turned to small bloody goges that made her salivate. The horse neighed and rolled its eyes, but couldn't get away.
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Post by Judas on Jan 25, 2006 0:10:46 GMT -5
Markel had stolen some black pants and a black shirt for the girl, Akishta was her name. She waited for the girl to come out of the bushes where she had been dressing. Markel was almost shocked at how different she looked. "Alright, lets cut that hair." Said Markel, pulling her sword from its sheath. The girl sighed almost sadly, but she turned and allowed it. Markel sliced off the girls hair and when she was finished, she admired it. Akishta's hair was now to her chin in front and above her ears in the back.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 25, 2006 0:15:42 GMT -5
The tangy smell of the horses blood filled her nostrils. The sun down, Setana couldn't control herself. She jumped onto the horses bloody back and bit into its flesh. It let out a shreiking neigh, a piercing cry that was carried through the air. Not wanting to go for a killing blow, Setana began to eat the horse, leaving it alive to feel the pain.
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Post by Judas on Jan 25, 2006 0:20:14 GMT -5
Hearing a sound no one wanted to hear, a horses scream, Markel and Akishta turned their heads towards the sound... it sounded somewhat far away. "Why would a horse be shreiking in the night?" Questioned Akishta. "A were-woman ... I sold her my horse today to feed." Said Markel, giving Akishta a look that clearly meant 'dont ask.' Akishta stayed silent and placed a hand on her hair, still getting used to it being so short. Markel smiled, "You arent such a stuck up girl." She said with a smirk.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 25, 2006 0:26:13 GMT -5
Her clothes were soon soaked through and the horses screams bellowed more and more. They sounded more panicked everytime the sound escaped the horses mouth. Angry at the noise Setana pulled out the horses throat, stopping its cry dead short. Giggling to herself, she steped off the horses back and started gutting it, humming the five verses from the rituals when she had come of age to the werewolves. For some reason, their culture fascinated her. Was it because she was one of them? Her huming stopped as she chewed on the liver.
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Post by Judas on Jan 25, 2006 0:30:49 GMT -5
Markel looked at Akishta, who rubbed her stomache. "Hungry? Me too." Chuckled Markel, mounting the horse and helping Akishta up. "Have any money?" Asked Markel. "Yeah, I have some." Came the reply. "Enough for a cheap horse?" Markel asked, riding towards the stables without waiting for a reply. "Sure." Replied Akishta. Markel took Akishta to a stable and bought her another of the poor woman's horses, this time a brown one. They ate, then still had enough for a nights stay in a Hotel.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 25, 2006 0:40:16 GMT -5
Gorging upon in the inards of the horse Setana did not notcie the approaching men. The men, who hated wolves, especially werewolves. They pulled her away from the carcus and knocked her out with a blow from a club. Grinning they devided up her coin, then dragged her back to town.
Setana woke up, blood was still on her, but her clothes had been changed. Groggily she looked up throgh the bars of her wooden cage. She was suspended above the ground, in the town square. People gawked at her and children pointed. Angered, She growled and yelled out, shaking the cage. They just watched wide eyed. Something jabed her back and she turned her head snarling, a man with a pointed stick. "Have a nice little snack last night, did ya?" he sneered at her. Turning away from him, Setana noticed a short little fat man, running from inn to inn, she assumed as to what news he was telling. She turned her attention back to the man with the stick. "I bought that horse, it was mine. You have asolutley no right to do anything to me." he jabbed her in the knee for a reply.
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Post by Judas on Jan 25, 2006 0:44:20 GMT -5
A short man came running through Akishta and Markel's former Inn. Markel took heed to what he said, and rushed outside, "Akishta come on! I dont know that were-woman, but I'm sure that is the one they've found!" When they had gotten to the crowd, Markel looked in horror. "Sick." She said, sneaking around where no one could possibly see her, she had told Akishta to stay behind. Markel whispered silently to the were-woman, "Hey." She said, trying to get her attention.
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Post by Faralishus on Jan 25, 2006 0:48:14 GMT -5
Her yellow eyes snapped down to the woman she below her. Her eyes narrowed. "Come to poke fun? Was it you who blabered about a werewolf?" her eyes glinted and the man with the stick poked her again, but she ignored it. Her yellow eyes remained on the woman. "Was it you?" she hurled her body at the flimsy wooden bars of her prison. "Was it you?!" she screeched out. Her eyes blazed with madded frenzy, and she conitnued slamming her body against the cage. She wanted out, she hated being caged. She wanted out. She wanted to run. She wanted to kill the bastards that took her. She wanted them dead. Setana threw back her head and howled in a frenzied defiance.
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