Originally posted by diabloprimeevil*Eragon shut his eyes and explained* I left..I left because I wanted something..*He winced as a shot of pain surged through the huge scar on his back*..something more in my life..Then I ran into my werewolf buddies..they all turned against me, and I barely made it out with my life..*He winced again*
was walking through the woods a found eragon "what the?" "not again cant you go any were with out takin a beating"
nelt down beside him "i wish we could trade places" he said as a solem tear roled down his face he heald eragon "what happend this time?"
A dark yet petite figure trod lightly through the cover of the ancient trees, her footfalls despite falling upon upon dry leaves were making not once single sound.
Draped in a thick dark cloth, her right hand reched out and pushed to the door of the tavern, slowly entering it seemed that she was hovering more than actually walking. The tavern became silent, the eyes of the inhabitants following the darkened figure to the bar where she selected a stool and sat silently. Taking out 4 gold peices and catching the attention of the barman, the noise level in the tavern picked up once more, just another dark soul passing through...not like that was uncommon in a place such as this.
Originally posted by diabloprimeevil*Eragon changed into his werewolf form and stretched, surprised that now when he did, his muscle wasn't bleeding* Wow..thanks..*Then he turned to the girl* Look, if your looking for a fight, i'l be glad to settle it..pretty much i'm the last of my kind left alive, after I killed them all when they betrayed me..I'm stronger than any human being alive..
(more the merryer)
turnd around to see who was behind him he stood up and towerd over the woman "who are u?" "and what are you doing in these woods it is not safe" finnised healing eragon
Originally posted by Wild Cherry
" does it matter...?" her voice wavered slightly. " i can fend for myself. the question is, who are you??"
Originally posted by diabloprimeevil*Eragon nodded* Right..yet I don't understand why they all turned on me..*heads into the shadows*
"who am i you ask"
"well in this human form i go by the name of nilithak"
chainges into his huge demon form
"in this form i go by the name of diablo lord of terror and ruler of hell"
bows to the lady then sences another presance
"there is some one here (chainges back to his human form) as i said this place isnt safe we must move fast to a clearing befor night fall"
Blake entered the Green Dragon in, his lengthy dirty blonde hair soaked in rain, blood, and mud. His emerald hues would eye the man at the check in. Blake wore a long black trench coat, dirty jeans and a white tee-shirt, and black combat boots.
There was a small tattoo on his wrist, which wasn't noticable as he stood at the entrance, a picture of a skull cracked open. He carried with him a hard guitar case, and a pack of cigarettes which could be seen sticking from his trench coat's chest pocket.
He looked tired, and hungry. He walked slowly to the man at the check-in, and said a few words, paid him took his key, and headed for the lounge. As he sat down, a woman walked up and smiled at him.
"Tea." he said, not making eye contact. She nodded and walked away. It had been days since Blake had slept, or had a bite to eat. When the waitress returned, she set a small cup of tea in front of him, and a sandwich. Blake nodded, and the waitress returned to the kitchen.
A flash of an eye from under the shadows of the figures cloak caught in the dim light of the taverns lanterns, the glint, almost pained remained in sight for less than a moment before it vanished back into the shadow of the hood. A hand reappeared from under the dark cloak and ushered for the waitress.