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Post by Synn on Jun 11, 2009 16:36:19 GMT -5
Synn had been walking through the city all day, she was tired and bored. It had been a while since she ventured through this cement forest. The noises spooked her here and there, but the thing that bothered her the most were the dogs nipping at her heels evey time she passed them. The humans looked at her strangly as well...what was with everyone today? She knew it had been a while since she came here last, but how could things change so much?
She shook off the negitive vibes and focused on fixing her wounded arm. She had been in a fight with a bear of all things , and it's claw tore up her shoulder. She held it tight as she made her way slowly through an unfamilliar alley. Soon enough, she came out the other side, and before her was a large Cathidral. It was ironic enough her name was Synn, but to end up at a church...now this was forboding indeed. Was she going to die or something...
"Wow, have I gotten morbid in my old age or what?" She chuckled to distract her from the pain. Soon he vision blurred and she became slightly dizzy. She stumbled into the church and colapsed on the floor.
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Post by Father Christian Morgan on Jun 11, 2009 17:19:39 GMT -5
Father Morgan was sitting in the back room of the church cleansing and blessing certain items. Bullets, guns, swords, whips, and a small Crucifix. The X arms and the pointed center beam stained with blood. The last time it was used was in a exorcism and the demon spat blood on it as he was performing the opening prayer. The blood was of a small boy possessed by a small demon, no wolves or anything, but the number of theses cases were indeed growing steadily. The weapons were yet to be used, but they needed to be blessed. He herd somebody come in to his chapel. He stood up, washed his hands in the sink, and went out in to the main chapel. “Good Lord!” There was a girl laying there. He ran to her, yet something told him he shouldn’t.. A Wolf? No, they wouldn’t DARE venture in to this, the house of Darcia. He ran to her and sat her up in a pew. “My child? Are you ok?” then he saw the wound on her arm. “oh dear. You have been in a fight.” He took a cloth from his pocket and tied it aroung the ound in hops to stopp the bleeding then he stood up and went to the back room to go get the Med-Kit.
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Post by Synn on Jun 11, 2009 17:26:40 GMT -5
Synn groggily opened her eyes...
"Wha....uhh...." She moaned at the confusion. She looked around, still focusing her vision. Then she remembered the fight she had been in...'Damn that bear..I'll show him, if I was properly nurished I could have ripped him to shreds.' She growled at the though of her losing. It irritated her. She was so caught up in her thoughts of revenge she hadn't noticed she had been moved. Then she picked up the scent of a man, a human...no, so one was there, but to her amazement, there was a cloth on her shoulder.. "Who?" She looked around...there was a human near...but was he friend..or foe...
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Post by Father Christian Morgan on Jun 11, 2009 20:08:17 GMT -5
Chris herd the girl stir. He stepped out from the door and emerged net to a large Darcia crucifix “oh, you have woken up. How are you feeling my child?” He said as he approached her. he had a smile on his face. He came to her and sat next to her and opened the Med kit. He looked at her cut. It was deep. It would need stitches. “Would you like me to stitch this for you?” He looked at here. She seemed some what fermaillar, but he wisent sure. “I am father Morgan, may I ask who you are?”
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Post by Synn on Jun 11, 2009 22:57:12 GMT -5
The man startled her. Who was he? He was dressed in strnage clothes...His hair was long and silver. An odd color indeed for a man his age. He was different from the rest. She gazed at him in all his wonder. Though there was something amiss. The crucifix in the front of the church was also branded on his armour. It intimidated her, and even struck fear into her. She hadn't felt like that in years. Not since that day when she was snatched from her den.
' Would you like me to stitch this for you?'
The man spoke....His voice was calming and almost hypnotic, yet there was an evil in it. What ever it was, she had no idea what was wrong. All she knew was he was a human, for any other wolf, this would be enough reason alone to lable him a threat. But to her...an alpha of a well-known and feared pack. If they saw her now, they would lose all respect for her.
"Morgan huh?" She smiled as she gripped her shoulder..."My name is Synn...and no I'll be-..." She stopped, she couldn't pass up a treatment so vital to her human 'cloak'. She smiled and looked at him "Yes, that would be great, thank you." She said, it sickened her to be so cheery, not to mention, lowering herslef to such humilliating levels. How did humans put up with this? She sighed and let go of her shoulder, more blood oozed out. It stung, but something had to be done...it would get infected for sure. She closed her eyes, waiting for his touch.
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Post by Father Christian Morgan on Jun 18, 2009 9:39:44 GMT -5
“Synn you say?” Chris said, putting some hydrogen peroxide on the cotton wad. “interesting. This may sting a bit.” He cleansed the wound and then took the thread out of its hygienic plastic and threaded a needle. “This will hurt a bit.” He said and started to stitch. “I do Hope you will excuse the Armor, I just came back from a exorcism and, well, lets just say the demon had claws.” He said and tapped the three long scratches in the front of the armor. He finished up the stitching and stood. “there you are, as good as new. How does it feel my child?”
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Post by Synn on Jun 19, 2009 14:08:43 GMT -5
The ointment stung, but it was nothing compared to the wound itself. She wanted to bite his hand off out of pure instinct, but she held back. It was the utmost important that she kept her identity in the shadows. This man, he was kind, but there was a nerve deep down inside her that told her he was anything but a saint. No sooner did the pain from the ointment almost numb her wound, he began to stitch. It wasn't as bad, she couldn't really feel it too much. She looked away from him in shame, how could she be so weak, depending on a mere human.
"It's better, thank you" She said kindly in response to his question.
' Can he be trusted?'
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Post by Father Christian Morgan on Jun 19, 2009 17:25:13 GMT -5
“You are welcome any time my child, I am here to help.” Chris said. She was strong, he could tell that, yet… there was something about her… he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. She seemed to be thinking hard on something… “my dear, you seem to be mauling something over in your mind.” He said, “If you need, I am here to accept confession at any time you need.” He put his hand on her good shoulder and gave her a warm smile.
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Post by Synn on Jun 25, 2009 13:48:06 GMT -5
He seemed, too nice. She knew the wound would heal quickly, the full moon was not too far off. There was no need to linger here. As she turned to him she caught the scent of wolve's blood. It was emminating from the man's armor. He was certainly no wolf....why did he smell of their blood...something was amiss. then she remembered that he was in a battle no to long ago...
' The beast had claws'
There was no other explaination..he was a killer or her kind. A deep growl escaped her throat...she didn't care, she was furious. How could she be so stupid, why didn't she smell the wolf before. She jumped off the bench and put distance between them...
"Bastard" She growled...
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Post by Father Christian Morgan on Jun 25, 2009 19:13:41 GMT -5
He froze in place as he heard a deep growl followed by the word Bastard. Oh fuck. She was a wolf. ‘Have to keep calm’ “My dear, this is a house of god, pleases watch your tong and show some respect.” He picked up the med Kit and said without looking back, “I will be right back, I need to put this away.” He said and he quickly went in to the back room. There wasn’t a chance in hell he would be able to load any of the guns, so he picked up a whip and a vile of holy water. He walked up to her and splashed holy water in her face, had to be sure she was a wolf, and the water would cause her to lose her, “mask” if she was. “SHOW YOUR SELF DEMON!”
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Post by Synn on Jun 25, 2009 19:24:44 GMT -5
Synn became slightly weak, she flickered between human and wolf, untill she couldn't hold it. Maybe if she hadn't been wounded so extensively then maybe she would have had aa chance, or at least an extra moment to escape, but know it was a dead lock between her and the man.
"You're the demon..." She growled, no way she was going down without a fight, but she wasn't hot-headed...she had to think fast and well. Not an easy task for a wounded wolf. Was it better to run of kill him, she had considered calling the pack, but that would be foolish, this man was skilled in the art of killing and hunting...there was no way she would risk her pack's safety for her own.
'Damn it'
She looked at the door then back to the man...she had to run for it. She was in no condition to fight, be she also wasn't sure she could run with this shoulder...she couldn't wait any longer...she had to run she turned and dashed for the door.
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Post by Father Christian Morgan on Jun 25, 2009 19:42:57 GMT -5
Every belief was true, she was a wolf. She growled at him, and seemed ready to attack, but then she seemed to think better on it, and turned for the door. Father Christian Morgan wasn’t about to let that happen. He pulled the whip back and cracked it. The leather tip went to her back legs as she ran and wrapped around them both, tripping her and bringing her to the ground. He pulled back viciously on the whip and started to pull her to him. “now demon, what were you thinking when you came in to this, the house of Lord Darcia?”
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Post by Synn on Jun 25, 2009 19:50:18 GMT -5
Synn slammed to the ground. She wasnted to yelp but her pride got in the way. And if it couldnt be worse, she fell on the very shoulder he sitched only moments before, as she was dragged, her blood smeared across the marble floor. She growled at him as she was pulled closer and closer to the man. Once she was merely feet from him, she whipped around and grassped his arm in her jaws. She clamped down hard making sue he felt it. She felt a crunch between her only weapon...she grinned a victorious grin...she let go and wiggled herself free of the whip, while the man yelled in pain...
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Post by Father Christian Morgan on Jun 25, 2009 20:06:30 GMT -5
“GAAHHHH! YOU BITCH!” Chris Yelled as She clamped down on his arm, breaking it. He watched as she squirmed out of the whip, she was not getting away with this. He let his broken arm dangle limp as he stepped forward and Kicked her in the shoulder as she stood back up, and then, with the arm that wisent broken, he back handed her. his rings left deep gashes in the side of her face. He stepped back, and pointed at her. “you… you and what ever pack you are a part of will burn for this, do you here me? You ever step foot in this town agai, I will here about it! And I will not forget! You will will burn in your den Just like the Pack that killed My Parents all those years ago! NOW LEAVE AND NEVER RETURN DEMON!” He gave a power ful boot to her rump, walked up to the alter and produced a sward. “LEAVE WHEN YOU STILL CAN!”
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Post by Synn on Jun 26, 2009 18:22:10 GMT -5
Synn tried to get to her feet, yet fell, hitting her shoulder hard. The cuts on her cheek burned. She was now laying in a pool of her own blood....it wasn't signifficant, but it was enough to asure her it was bad. She had to get out of there...but she was just too weak. She glared at him, trying to get to her feet, but she couldn't bring herself to stand.
...'You will will burn in your den Just like the Pack that killed My Parents all those years ago!'....
A nerve almost shocked her to reality in her body. Flash backs flooded her head, images of blood, humans and fire. What was happening? She was frozen in pain and for the first time, fear. There she was laying on the cold marble floor, her shoulder throbbing, and her face burned almost as hot as the fire in her nightmare....
She was open for any attack that came her way....
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