Sonlen's Training
Sonlen was walking north, he didn't know why, but it... felt like the right thing to do, and this time he acted on instinct. Three weeks into his journey, he came upon a wood.... but... not, all the trees were perfectly real, or it seemed that way, but there was something about it.... not real, not natural, but, supernatural.
Sonlen was used to supernatural, not too much new.
"This is some kind of test," muttered Sonlen, "I don't know why, but it is...."
He kept walking.
That night he sensed something coming towards him, something bad. And it was close, and moving quickly.
Sonlen then strung his bow silently and pointed it in the direction the... whatever it was, was coming from.
He could soon hear a rustling noise, and slashing, which slowly got louder and louder.
Sonlen drew his bow.
He could see two shining yellow eyes, they belonged to a werewolf! Sonlen quickly took aim and the arrow struck the creature just above the heart. It was about fifty meters from him. The werewolf howled in pain and merely paused, as if considering him, then it began charging him again.
Sonlen threw his bow to the side, and quickly drew his sword. The were wolf didn't stop, it continued charging him and Sonlen, amazed by its speed, wasn't able to defend. As punishment he took a rather deep slash on his side.
"Damn!" yelled Sonlen.
The werewolf charged him again, but this time, Sonlen was ready, he recognized the same movements from the creature. He wasn't able to attack, but dodge, he quickly sidestepped and the creature screamed its rage to the full moon.
Empowered by its anger, the creature once more charged Sonlen, with even more speed and ferocity than before, but too uncontrollably, Sonlen was easily able to raise his blade when the werewolf was merely two yards away and the werewolf quickly fell.
Instead of changng back to it's human form, as was normal for werewolves to do when they were slain, it stayed in its wolf form.
"So, this is one of the first ones, the type that are continually hibernating..... except at full moon..." said Sonlen quietly to the corpse. He did not need to clean his blade, as it could not be stained. Sonlen took the werewolf body and took it to the deeper part of the forest, slashing trees with his sword so he didn't get lost, and lay the body there.
The next day, he heard a small voice inside his head say "East, turn east." He followed the command.
He began to walk and he soon came upon..... a door, a door that was hidden from view, that he could only see because of his keen elven eyesight.
"What is this place?" he asked himself.
He was too curious, he must know what was behind this door! He slowly turned the nob and found himself in a rather plain room, there was nothing covering the wooden walls, and in the center was a table with a letter on it. Sonlen walked towards the table, and, as he bent down, he heard a whooshing noise, he looked behind him and the door he had entered through had vanished, seemingly leaving no other exits.
"Damn," cursed Sonlen under his breath. despite this, he still picked up the letter. On the letters destination address, it read:
Sonlen Evandar Xiulta, The Dome
The sender address was blank. The letter read:
Good job, now, go through the door.
"Strange....." said Sonlen quietly. He then heard a creaking noise in front of him and looked up, there was another door.
He slowly walked towards the door and slowly raised his hand to the nob.
Ooc: Just so you know, I have absolutely no knowledge of what the dome is, I know just as much as Sonlen. Also, I thought I'd give you a taste of my battle scene skillzzz. Yeah, and how do people get the word count? Do they go in and count the individual words? Just wondering... Thought I'd add in the word count, which is 619
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My Battle arena character,
Sonlen Evandar Xiulta
I carry around my knife all the time... maybe I should stop, I killed the clerk at Wal-Mart after he asked me: "Paper or plastic?" And screamed, paper b**ch
muse-definition 3b-a source of inspiration

Sweet animation coutesy of Zero.
Last edited by dragon_0214; 05-20-2008 at 07:50 PM..
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