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Post by Elod Springfield on Mar 5, 2010 11:50:27 GMT -8
Elod couldn't help but feel relieved, and chuckled slightly at Noran's comment about some people going around smacking folk with bibles, perhaps he and this man could be good friends, it'd been a while since Elod had found anyone he got along with that well. Evidently much more cheerful now that their differences in opinion had been settled, Elod answered cheerfully, "Sure, either would be fine by me," he gulped down his beer contentedly and glanced at his watch, "The critters of the night will be out about now, foxes and the like...we might see something interesting." Intrigued, Elod watched Noran proceed to perform some acrobatics, clearly the werewolf was very talented at this sort of thing, Elod had never been that flexible. "Perhaps you should," commented Elod in response to Noran, "Still, sometimes things are more fun when they're a hobby, that way you get to dictate what you want to do."
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Post by Noran Von Veinburg on Mar 5, 2010 15:00:42 GMT -8
"Truer words have never been spoken my friend, but my duties lie to the order. I would love to have a normal job but I am content with the one I have now." Picking up his kitten and placing her softly in his pocket Noran walked too the door and said. "Well let us hope that there might be something worth the hunt." Patting himself down Noran checked himself for various tools needed for hunting. His wandering hands patted down his boots, pulling them lightly away from his leg he noticed his twelve inch skinning knife. "So tell me what is the biggest animal you have hunted?" Looking back in time Noran thought about the time when his first test of strength and agility was tested. Lifting his shirt slightly there was five jagged lines across his stoach. "That is my trophy."
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Post by Elod Springfield on Mar 6, 2010 12:58:36 GMT -8
Elod nodded understandingly, sometimes it was better to have a secure situation than take the risk of starting another life. Advice, Elod thought, that he himself should probably follow from time to time. Then again it's hard getting a job when you're a vampire. "Well, I caught a male elk once when the pickings were slim and I was hungry...I think it was some kind of holiday or something because I remember nearly everybody being inside and all the businesses being closed," Elod mused nostalgically. It was a pity he couldn't remember what holiday it had been, but such was his memory, he had never payed much attention mortal celebrations, not even before he was a vampire. Elod eyed Noran's scars curiously, "What gave you those?" he fingered his own scar absent mindedly, the one where the vampire had bitten him. He knew any others he got now would heal themselves.
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Post by Noran Von Veinburg on Mar 6, 2010 14:00:30 GMT -8
Laughing heartily Noran said, "My first test of strength and Agility was to hunt one of the most deadly animals alive. The Kodiak bear, I was dropped off in the middle of Alaska with nothing but my boots and cargo pants. No knife, gun, or anything to eat." Musing over the fond memories Noran noticed his hair start to thicken and his jaw start to elongate slowly. "Three days later I was doing some martial arts to meditate in a river and I spot my prize, the biggest Kodiak ever. It was one of the rare times I ever used my wolf form for any kind of violence." Walking almost out of the bar Noran turned back and said, "I shall meet you in the most dense part of the forest, I refuse to take my kitten on a hunt. I need to find a safe place for her." Then Noran was gone and out the door.
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Post by Elod Springfield on Mar 8, 2010 12:01:44 GMT -8
Elod listened to Noran's tale with interest, he was a bookworm so he always loved a good story. He wondered what it would be like surviving in the wilderness...rather desperate he imagined, at least as a vampire, animal blood never worked nearly as well as a human's did. Probably wouldn't be worth it, even with the lack of hunters, he decided. The werewolf was beginning to take on a more canine like appearance now, Elod noted, as Noran left to look for a safe location for Meow Mix. Calmly, Elod got up from the bar stool and strode outside, hands in coat pockets. It had stopped raining now, thank goodness for that, but the cobblestone streets were still slippery and reflected the eerie yellow glow of the street lamps. Elod grumbled slightly as some water splashed up and got inside his boots, making his feet wet. He paused for a moment to dump the frigid liquid out of them before he continued towards the gloomy and dark woods.
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