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I'm rather bored. So, here is what I can do:
The gunslinger turned to the unconcious man, now stirring. He cocked his revolverand kneeled down. "You're lucky, werewolf. I did not try to kill you." The man looked confused, but the pain was obviously commin back. "I removed the bullet, and once you return to your kanine form, you will heal pretty quickly. That is assuming I allow you to live."
"...Elesa..." The man stirred again. His eyes burst open and he jumped up, causing the gunslinger to jump back. "My daughter! Where is Elesa? Where is my horse?!" The man, despite obvious pain, grabbed the gunslinger desprately. The gunslinger uncocked his gun and gestured towards the horse he had retrieved and tied to a tree not far away. The man relaxed as he knelt next to the body of the female. The man turned to the gunslinger, who was also not far from a body. The gunslinger noticed the man's eyes go from his brother's body to him, and nodded.
"My brother," he said, indicating the body behind him. "Is that your daughter?" The man nodded, obviously too emotional to speak. The gunslinger put away his gun. "I can help you dig a grave for her, if you wish. Of course, you might want to destroy the body, so that..." the man leaped to his feet.
"Destroy the body?! Never! I am taking her to the Mystic of Ka, in the desert. I will ressurect her at the cost of my life. I..." Tears streamed from his eyes.
"Do you know nothing of werewolves? Not the fictional nonsence you read in stories, but real lore?" The man gazed at him through the tears, indicating his ignorence. "A werewolve's bite breeds infection, spreading the lyconthrope disease, as you now know. Now, when a werewolf kills an untainted body, and does not devour the flesh, the disease mutates, takes over the body, creates an abomination that is neither living or dead." The man gazed down at his beloved. "Now, I know of this mystic. I traveled the Desert of Ka." He paused. "I can take you there, but only you will be helped, not her. The best you can do for her is make sure her soul isn't tormented."
The man cried out loud, on his knees for a long couple of moments. Calming down to mere sobs, he looked up at the gunslinger, who was loading his second revolver. "What is the point of living without my family? I lived for them..."
The gunslinger took a minute to answer while he finished loading his gun. He knelt down next to his brother. "This, my brother Caleb, was my only family. He took his own life yesterday, against that tree. As kids... this was our playground." He sighed. "I will give you a purpose if you come with me."
Resolved the man, tears still in his eyes, he walked over to the gunslinger, who was retrieving a jug from his saddle bag. The man cought the gunslinger's eye, and realized what was in the jug. Sighing, he grabbed the jug from him and walked over to his daughter's corpse and drenched it. The gunslinger walked over and supplied a flint-wick lighter. The man opened it, and lit it. Saying a prayer to whatever god would listen, he burned his little girl.
Closing the lighter, he handed it back to the gunslinger. "Thank you, gunslinger, I will join you. I am Micheal." He held out his hand out. The gunslinger put the lighter in his pocket and accepted the man's hand.
"D. Call me D." The gunslinger studied Micheal as he watched his daughter's pyre. Another day in search of paradise.
The rest can be found here.
Well, I think I am off.
Later.
The gunslinger turned to the unconcious man, now stirring. He cocked his revolverand kneeled down. "You're lucky, werewolf. I did not try to kill you." The man looked confused, but the pain was obviously commin back. "I removed the bullet, and once you return to your kanine form, you will heal pretty quickly. That is assuming I allow you to live."
"...Elesa..." The man stirred again. His eyes burst open and he jumped up, causing the gunslinger to jump back. "My daughter! Where is Elesa? Where is my horse?!" The man, despite obvious pain, grabbed the gunslinger desprately. The gunslinger uncocked his gun and gestured towards the horse he had retrieved and tied to a tree not far away. The man relaxed as he knelt next to the body of the female. The man turned to the gunslinger, who was also not far from a body. The gunslinger noticed the man's eyes go from his brother's body to him, and nodded.
"My brother," he said, indicating the body behind him. "Is that your daughter?" The man nodded, obviously too emotional to speak. The gunslinger put away his gun. "I can help you dig a grave for her, if you wish. Of course, you might want to destroy the body, so that..." the man leaped to his feet.
"Destroy the body?! Never! I am taking her to the Mystic of Ka, in the desert. I will ressurect her at the cost of my life. I..." Tears streamed from his eyes.
"Do you know nothing of werewolves? Not the fictional nonsence you read in stories, but real lore?" The man gazed at him through the tears, indicating his ignorence. "A werewolve's bite breeds infection, spreading the lyconthrope disease, as you now know. Now, when a werewolf kills an untainted body, and does not devour the flesh, the disease mutates, takes over the body, creates an abomination that is neither living or dead." The man gazed down at his beloved. "Now, I know of this mystic. I traveled the Desert of Ka." He paused. "I can take you there, but only you will be helped, not her. The best you can do for her is make sure her soul isn't tormented."
The man cried out loud, on his knees for a long couple of moments. Calming down to mere sobs, he looked up at the gunslinger, who was loading his second revolver. "What is the point of living without my family? I lived for them..."
The gunslinger took a minute to answer while he finished loading his gun. He knelt down next to his brother. "This, my brother Caleb, was my only family. He took his own life yesterday, against that tree. As kids... this was our playground." He sighed. "I will give you a purpose if you come with me."
Resolved the man, tears still in his eyes, he walked over to the gunslinger, who was retrieving a jug from his saddle bag. The man cought the gunslinger's eye, and realized what was in the jug. Sighing, he grabbed the jug from him and walked over to his daughter's corpse and drenched it. The gunslinger walked over and supplied a flint-wick lighter. The man opened it, and lit it. Saying a prayer to whatever god would listen, he burned his little girl.
Closing the lighter, he handed it back to the gunslinger. "Thank you, gunslinger, I will join you. I am Micheal." He held out his hand out. The gunslinger put the lighter in his pocket and accepted the man's hand.
"D. Call me D." The gunslinger studied Micheal as he watched his daughter's pyre. Another day in search of paradise.
The rest can be found here.
Well, I think I am off.
Later.