Sunday, August 28, 2005

part ten, my name is sven!
“Hey ,Stumpy! ,” the oversized idiot slapped him hard on the back. “Where did the rest of your arm go. I see it goes down to your elbow, and then it just stops!” His remarks met with a roar of laughter from the rest of the bar.
You know I gave up looking pretty fast. I guess I’ve just given up on finding a home. Hehhahahhae. Like I’m ever going to have a home. A true home. Not just some place I pay for.
“Answer me ,Stumpy! I asked you a question. Where’s the rest of your arm?”
“Get your hand off of me. If you ever touch me again, I’ll eat you alive,” the bottle went back to his lips.
Another deafening peel of laughter. “You’re going to eat me? With what?”
Blanco smiled and laughed quietly. “I’m not just going to eat you, I’m going to eat everyone in this bar. Maybe the town if I feel like it.”
A slapping sound rang through the air. Blanco turned, and gave a different smile. Silence feel like a weight in the room. The three legged wolf jumped from one person to the other, killing them with one bite. An old woman passing by heard the screams. “Those ruffians. Always making so much racket. One day they’ll get theirs. You wait and see, they’ll get theirs.”
A blood covered man walked out of the bar.
It’s always so hard to find clothes that aren’t covered in blood after a kill. I mean, even though I took mine off, the blood just came off on me any way. There’s just no winning in times like this.
He walked out of town.

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Miles and miles away, Eve was alone in the darkest place on Earth.

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Slap. “You idiots! I told you if you slapped me again-oh. It’s just you, Vaughn,” Blanco’s head hit the forest floor again.
“Can I ask why you refuse to walk around in wolf form? Or why you insist on killing random drunks? Not that many people seem to care. But in Fionna you killed a statesmen celebrating his appointment. They want you dead for that. And are you still going by Blanco? Not that it matters. Kraken isn’t your real name either. You know you never told me your true name.”
“To answer your first question, it is because, as you already know, no were heals from a silver inflected wound in their alternate form. Only a human form can heal from that.”
“And the second question?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know your real name?”
“I don’t know my true name. The pack you first found me with wasn’t my true family. They found me in the wreckage of my village. Some one had burned it to the ground, and taken all of the bodies with them. And you can ask me ‘How do you know they’re dead if they were taken away?’ Everywhere. The blood was everywhere. Years after they found me, the other pups would taunt me. Saying they could still smell the blood of my family on my fur. And then it happened again. But you know about this time already. It was worse. I had the strength to fight, but I wasn’t even there. So when I met Eve. I promised myself, that I would always protect her. And even though I was there this time, even though I killed the enemy, the one who was trying to hurt her, I still couldn’t protect her.”
“Where did you bury her?”
“Huh?,” Blanco stared unbelievingly at his friend, sitting up on his elbows.
“Well. You obviously know she’s dead, too. Or you would be out there right now looking for her. So where did you bury this woman that you love so much?”
“There was no body.”
“So then it was like your first pack, you found blood everywhere. And you know this may be out of line for me to say, but why in the name of Crom did they have to tell you about the blood? That seems pretty cold to me.”
“You were born under the moon of Crom?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Ur.”
“Ouch. Well that explains that. Any way. You’re coming with me.”
“Why?”
“I know you didn’t follow my advice about going to someone who could tell you about our totems. So we’re going to do that right now. Ok.” When Blanco, or whatever his name is, didn’t move Vaughn dragged him through the forest. They went like this for about three weeks. Fun.


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