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Back home, sorta
Nov. 19th, 2010 03:20 pmShe walks out of Milliways and back into her world
Specifically, in front of some random house in some random village in the werewolf infested part of Morytania. It is just as if she never left for Milliways at all. A battle was raging between various human sized and upright standing beetles and the villagers, all turned into werewolves by their rage toward the insectoid invaders.
"Another portal?" asks one of the beetles. There were a few gathered in front of the house, ready to raid it and kill the inhabitants after ███████ kicked in the door. Seeing her calmly walk out of and close a door she just kicked in was a bit startling.
"These filth are doing something unholy here," ███████ says suddenly remembering where she is. With a twitch of her eyebrow the house behind her bursts into flame. Out of the house's windows leap several small werepups, but as a large werewolf struggles to follow the pups out the largest of the windows, ███████ catches it with her silver plated sickle. "Of course, when aren't such things happening here?" she asks the trembling werewolf with a predatory grin.
Out of the fire and straight into the Devourer's teeth. The werewolf whined and begged for its life, its soul, its desire for the afterlife. But the Devourer was deaf to its pleas, and soon the pleas fell silent.
"Praise Scarabas!" ███████ shouts, the werewolf's head held high for the scarabite warriors to see. "For he has lead us to this place! This blight on the land shall be removed. We are no longer here to collect their bones. This village is to be burned to the ground. Leave no stone standing on another.
Leave no door frame intact."
Take that, stuck door. How dare you hold me against my will.
"Yes Mistress," answer the scarabites, as they scurry off to pull wood from the other houses in order to form improvised torches.
Lord Drakan will be most displeased, ███████ thought to herself. It has been a while since I have caused that old parasite grief.
Specifically, in front of some random house in some random village in the werewolf infested part of Morytania. It is just as if she never left for Milliways at all. A battle was raging between various human sized and upright standing beetles and the villagers, all turned into werewolves by their rage toward the insectoid invaders.
"Another portal?" asks one of the beetles. There were a few gathered in front of the house, ready to raid it and kill the inhabitants after ███████ kicked in the door. Seeing her calmly walk out of and close a door she just kicked in was a bit startling.
"These filth are doing something unholy here," ███████ says suddenly remembering where she is. With a twitch of her eyebrow the house behind her bursts into flame. Out of the house's windows leap several small werepups, but as a large werewolf struggles to follow the pups out the largest of the windows, ███████ catches it with her silver plated sickle. "Of course, when aren't such things happening here?" she asks the trembling werewolf with a predatory grin.
Out of the fire and straight into the Devourer's teeth. The werewolf whined and begged for its life, its soul, its desire for the afterlife. But the Devourer was deaf to its pleas, and soon the pleas fell silent.
"Praise Scarabas!" ███████ shouts, the werewolf's head held high for the scarabite warriors to see. "For he has lead us to this place! This blight on the land shall be removed. We are no longer here to collect their bones. This village is to be burned to the ground. Leave no stone standing on another.
Leave no door frame intact."
Take that, stuck door. How dare you hold me against my will.
"Yes Mistress," answer the scarabites, as they scurry off to pull wood from the other houses in order to form improvised torches.
Lord Drakan will be most displeased, ███████ thought to herself. It has been a while since I have caused that old parasite grief.