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Post by Hans Messer on Nov 20, 2008 10:31:42 GMT -5
"it could mean anything that is made of metal and has been heated"i said as i was back up standing thanks to zeren"and my name is sei"
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Nov 20, 2008 15:14:42 GMT -5
"well, yes, but more specifically, considering the werewolf's age, he meant a branding iron, or a rod thats been heated and ready to go on a forge." Zeren said.
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Post by Hans Messer on Nov 21, 2008 12:46:26 GMT -5
"possibly,but then again,its best to move now before we end up being followed,as this is not a safe place,if there ever such a thing known as a safe place"i said,wanting to move but failed"ya mind putting me on your horse sir zeren?"
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Nov 21, 2008 12:48:26 GMT -5
"Just Zeren, Im not older than you." Zeren said. He lead Dapple over. "Be as still as you can, he's trained to respond at a touch, a ranger's horse, battle horse, and a racing horse."
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Post by Hans Messer on Nov 21, 2008 12:50:32 GMT -5
"that wont be a problem considering im stiff as astatue"i said in a sarcastic tone"so what is your steeds name?"
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Nov 21, 2008 12:53:32 GMT -5
"Dapple." Zeren said flatly. He had Dapple lay down and helped Sei into the saddle, then had Dapple stand back up.
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Post by Hans Messer on Nov 21, 2008 12:55:14 GMT -5
"dapple,rather strange name,but i wont ask why you named it that"i said,now on the horse,feeling like i just became part of some monument
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Nov 21, 2008 12:57:10 GMT -5
Zeren did not reply but gathered his gear and put out the fire before moving forward. Dapple followed him silently, or as silent as a horse could get, without a single command from Zeren.
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Post by Hans Messer on Nov 21, 2008 13:01:51 GMT -5
"so.....i know it would be none of my buisness but why are you in a group that captures werewolve and the like"i asked,it was better to talk and move then just move
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Nov 21, 2008 13:19:00 GMT -5
Zeren pasued and with out turning pulled the back of his shirt up. The scars of scatch and bite marks shone clearly aginst his back. Zeren let his shirt drop "i was taken and healed by a member, and taught by the teachers. I cant leave. for most this would be enough not to want to leave"
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Post by Hans Messer on Nov 21, 2008 13:21:33 GMT -5
"so?although you owe them your life,if you dont like it leave,like i did,although with painful results as you can see"i said unknowingly trying to be funny
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Nov 21, 2008 13:23:36 GMT -5
Zeren gave a hollow laugh. "I only owe one person my life. BUt no, I shall not, and will not, try untill i reach my goal."
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Post by Hans Messer on Nov 21, 2008 13:25:01 GMT -5
"and that would be?"i asked,not expecting the hollowed laugh"and i know a guy with a lot more scars than that"
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Post by Arissa Warrner on Nov 21, 2008 13:27:24 GMT -5
"My goal is to destroy the creature that did this to me. A werewolf with wingmarks on its face." Zeren said "What do the amount of scars matter? the effect is the same, and leaves more than physical marks...."
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Post by Hans Messer on Nov 21, 2008 13:30:46 GMT -5
"the scars do matter to someone i know,for a scar has a tale to tell,a history,something you dont want to forget"i said speaking of a few people i knew who took pride in there scars
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