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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 14, 2009 15:53:41 GMT -8
When the large canine appeared, Marian wasn't the only one that flinched and made motions of fear and confusion. One man yelped as the animal went past him, and when the canine wrenched to a half between herself and the men, Marian's heart - already adrenaline-saturated from the arrival of the eight men - began palpitating in irregular beats, the staccato of heart thumps racing into each other and seeminly causing her to skip heartbeats.
Marian looked down at the black animal - what sort of dog was it, she wondered abstractly - and then back up at the men who'd jumped her. They were dancing around, starting to spread into a ring around herself and the dog.
The reaction that the red-head took in the face of such circumstances was only natural and quite honorable, given the circumstances.
She broke into a dead run, her legs pumping as she worked to move her away from the men and the dog. Who cared if they followed. She was running, and she'd outrun them all the way to Sherwood (it wasn't that far from the village) and then she'd lose them in the forest.
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Nov 15, 2009 9:36:14 GMT -8
Tristan just stood there in wolf form, crouched down and working hard to look as ferocious and wild as he possibly could, something which wasn't very easy for him because he got distracted easily, and really he sort of wanted to play with these men rather than try to scare them away. Still, these men wanted to hurt his friend, he couldn't allow them to do that. So he continued to growl from deep in his throat, his dark eyes glaring at each man in turn and snapping his mighty teeth at them whenever they ventured too close, though he didn't actually bite any of them yet, other than the man that he had nipped on his way past.
He heard a movement behind him then and he turned his head quickly, surprised to see the red head of his hair getting farther and farther away. Marty was running away? Well, Tristan supposed he couldn't really blame him, since the men didn't seem to be getting very scared on him. Quickly he took off after Marty, though he sort of body checked one of the men that was closest to him, throwing his weight against the man, knocking him over and only then continuing to run after Marty. He didn't understand that Marty was afraid of him as well, so he quickly caught up with him and ran along side him, turning to look up at him, his pink tongue hanging lazily out of his mouth in a sort of wolfish grin. He glanced back, wondering whether the men were chasing them._________________________________________
Words: 271
Mood: Not bad
Notes: He'll fall back eventually once the men stop chasing them and change into human form then. [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 19, 2009 16:10:55 GMT -8
Marian ran like a mad bat out of hell, until her lungs burned and her thighs ached and her vision grew blurry. She ran until the wild, unmanaged forest was right in front of her, and then she ran even faster, slipping into the woods on the old game trails, until she was far enough in that she could duck and weave effectively, an action meant to drop any pursuers that could be there.
That there probably wasn't any was besides the point; Marian had learned that, once you assume the life of an outlaw, you have to live it. She'd learned the hard way, with a bad encounter with the sheriff's men, and she was lucky that she wasn't dead. That was all thanks to a certain outlaw by the name of Robin, and that was also something that Marian preferred to avoid thinking about, as it further put her in Robin's debt, and it was all in all quite a humiliating experiance.
Marian continued to run long after she wanted to stop, not content with stopping near the woodline. She ran until she felt that she couldn't any longer, and then she stopped, found a mighty tree trunk to lean on - nothing terribly difficult to do in that un-touched part of Sherwood - and then proceeded to gasp and weeze and begin the harrowing process of reclaiming her breath, settling her heart-beat, and regaining feeling in her limbs.
[notes: Slave, you don't have very helpful posties! D= XD]
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Nov 19, 2009 20:04:46 GMT -8
Tristan continued to run along Marty for a while, until he noticed that the men had stopped chasing them and were now out of sight. Finally Tristan slowed his pace, though now because he was tired. No, he could go on for much longer in his wolf form, instead he slowed because he wanted to change into his human form, and he didn't really want Marty to see. He'd pretty much already forgotten that he had wanted Tristan to go away, so that wasn't why he didn't want Marty to see, more so because it wasn't really a pleasant sight, watching someone change from a wolf into a human, or vice versa. It freaked some people out, and he didn't want to scare Marty. So he hung back, letting himself slowly come to a stop, staring after Marty. He wasn't even going to thank him for coming to his rescue? Tristan let out a huff, as he didn't seem to realize that Marty hadn't recognized in his wolf form, and instead thought Marty was being rude. Still, a moment later it was forgotten as Tristan padded into a bush and crouched down.
Five or so minutes later, he walked out in human form, grin on his face and completely nude. His clothes had ripped up when he Changed, and he had really cared. Even now, he didn't much care about being naked. He was used to it. Instead he started off in a jog in the direction Marty had gone, feeling confident that he would be able to find him. And find him he did, about ten minutes later. He come running past where Marty was sitting, and then came skidding to a halt at the sight of him, his grin widening. He'd already completely forgotten that Marty had told him to stay, and didn't really care that he was completely nude now either. Let Marty think that he'd ripped his clothes off for whatever reason, or that they'd snagged on a branch and ripped off on his way here for all he cared. He grinned and waved dramatically at Marty, his arm over his head and waving hard, bright grin in place. "Maw-ee!" He exclaimed happily._________________________________________
Words: 387
Mood: Not very good.
Notes: Giant wolf chasing her isn't something? And neither are you, I'll have you know! [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 29, 2009 17:11:11 GMT -8
"Maw-ee!"
"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Marian exclaimed as she jumped up (painfully) and whirled around to face the source of the call. It wasn't all that hard for her to find what it was; all that brown, un-clothed flesh did tend to draw one's eye, especially when one was in a forest, where it was green.
"Oh, cripes," she muttered when she recognized little Tristan. Somehow, he'd follwed her all the way out into Sherwood, despite all the precautions she'd taken, despite her having told him to stay. And somehow, he'd managed to get naked...
She hastily averted her eyes when she registered that Tristan was indeed without clothes, and in the same moment moved toward him, her hand reaching for her cloak. "How'd you get here?" She asked him as her cloak slid off and she had to shuffle it a little in order to make it drap over her arm.
"Wait, that doesn't matter," she added hastily. She was concerned. It was almost dark, and Sherwood was really no place for children. Wait... well, yes. Much really shouldn't be in the forest, either; but where else was he going to go?
"Here, put this cloak on," Marian ordered her follower, holding out the article in question for the boy to take. It would be too big for him, but it was that, or continue to have him run around naked. Seeing as it was cold out, and raining, and he didn't have any other clothes... No, Marty was not going to allow him to not put the cloak on. She would, however, get a new cloak...
note: posted. Happy?
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Nov 29, 2009 17:38:10 GMT -8
Tristan laughed as he seemed to scare Marty, finding it amusing. He grinned brightly, just standing there and making no effort to cover himself up. What was the point? People were created this way anyways, and he was always naked in his wolf form. He was completely used to it, going with or without clothes, neither bothered him. He failed to notice how Marty averted his eyes, not realizing that people would care whether he was naked or not. Instead he smiled up at him as Marty moved towards him, asking how he'd gotten there. Well, first he'd followed on his two feet, then he'd seen Marty being attacked, so that was when he'd transformed into a wolf and saved the day, where afterward he'd followed Marty on four paws, before finally switching back to two feet. That was how he'd gotten there. But considering he didn't know most of those words, he settled for just laughing and watching as Marty took off his cloak.
As Marty held out the cloak to him, he snatched it from him and laughed once more, feeling rather playful. Instead of putting the cloak around him, however, he tossed it up high into the air, aiming to have it land on Marty's head, likely momentarily blocking out his sight, and then Tristan would run in a quick circle around Marty's legs, his hand brushing his legs to keep himself balanced and to show Marty where he was, and then he would take off running, giggling the whole way and looking over his shoulder, expecting and hoping for Marty to come running after him. He crashed through the bushes and underbrush expertly, weaving his way around obstacles like a true wolf. If Marty failed to chase him, then he'd just turn back and find Marty once more, because he didn't want to leave him. He'd grown rather attached to the man in the short time that he'd known him._________________________________________
Words: 340
Mood: Good <)
Notes: Yus, vury <) [/size]
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Nov 29, 2009 17:56:02 GMT -8
Marian was so not ready for what happened next. One moment, Tristan was standing there, bare to the world, a grin on his face; she was holding the cloak out, studiously looking at his face. The next, the cloak was in the boy's hands, and he was giggling. Instead of wrapping the cloak around himself and giving Marian some peace of mind, however, Tristan then decided to toss the article of clothing into the air and dart towards her.
Martin's first instict was to dart after the cloak. Seriously, if he didn't want it, then she'd be more than happy to have it back. It wasn't all that hard for her to reach up and grab the cloak; unfortunately, due to the billowing nature of the cloak, she was only able to grab part of it, and the rest of it gracefully draped over her head and over her vision, leaving her scrambling to get it off. Marian may have also said a cuss word or two...
The cloak did come off, and when she regained her vision, a quick spin-about told her that the little boy was no longer right next to her. A slight wave of panic rose up in her before she stomped it down and began to look at it clinically. He had trailed her, he'd flipped the cloak onto her head, he'd left. He'd probably come back.
Still, there was a niggling of worry and doubt that was lodged in her breast, and it refused to be quenched.
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Post by Tristan MacMillan on Dec 6, 2009 17:03:34 GMT -8
It took Tristan a few moments to realize that he wasn't being chased like he'd hoped, and then he sighed sadly and came to a stop, slowly turning to look at the way he'd come, as though hoping that Marty would come racing through the undergrowth right then. When he didn't, Tristan's grin fell and he sighed again, slowly starting to make his way back towards where he'd left Marty. Marty was no fun if he wasn't going to chase him like he'd hoped. Oh well, they would just have to play a different game, one that Marty would want to play. "Maw-ee!" He called a moment before stepping out of the bushes and putting his hands on his hips, giving Marty a disapproving look. He shook his head at him before walking over and grabbing old of the cloak, aiming to pull it out of Marty's grip and then wrap it around himself. Not that he cared whether he was naked or not, but he was hoping maybe Marrty would want to play with him more if he wasn't nude.
Being a werewolf, it took a lot to make Tristan cold. His body temperature was just a few degrees higher than those of a humans, which was another reason that he found clothes pointless. Still, after he had secured the cloak around his little body, he reached up and aimed to grab Marty's hand with his own, smiling up at him before his smile turned a little mischievous and he took off running, still holding Marty's hand and aiming to drag him along behind him. Tristan had no real destination, he just knew that he suddenly wanted to run...somewhere._________________________________________
Words: 299
Mood: Not bad
Notes: Nada [/size]
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