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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Aug 19, 2017 2:30:29 GMT
 LET THIS BLOOD FLOW SLICING WIDE MY WOUNDS BITING A HOLE THROUGH FATE, I'LL KEEP UP THIS STRUGGLE Arriving at a mansion was something that Radulfr did not expect. Hiking through the snowy terrain, the man looked up at the mountainous building that stood before him. It was nighttime, as the dark clouds blew across the stars above, the cold wind whispering through the air as it made the metal armor on him tinge with an icy freeze. His legs were half-deep in the snow and he stood, gazing up at the place within this almost snow-storm. After a few days of endless searching he had finally found something. Wryn. He thought about her. He wondered if she was in there. Well, he may as well try and figure it out. As the night arrived, Radulfr needed somewhere to stay after all. It was unlike him to just give a knock on the door. Thinking that whoever lived here, would not just accept a traveler wandering through the woods. Especially someone that looked like himself. Doing what he usually did, he made his way toward the back of the building. There had to be some sort of other entrance there, so that he could sneak in and sleep for the night. And if he found Wryn... well, he wondered what she would be doing here this whole time. What if she got kidnapped? What if she got murdered and all of her belongings taken? He had wondered that the nights he had been searching for her. But anything was possible at this point. Though, it took him awhile to find this place, backtracking his steps on the way to the camp. Somehow he did not see this place on his way, but it was far out of the direction he headed in. He wondered even why someone would put a mansion here. Well, maybe they wanted to live in isolation, with whatever wealth they accumulated. Well, he was sure that he would need to be extra careful then. Surprisingly enough, there was a door that was open. Within the back of the large building, Radulfr carefully peered through the crack with a careful eye, making sure that no one could see him entering. But within the building, it was dark. Slowly, he opened the door with a creak, walking inside. He closed the door behind him, trying to blend in with the darkness surrounding him. It was much warmer in here, and wherever it was, he could stay here for the night. But, what sort of place is this? He had to inspect before he made himself comfortable. Walking with his boots piled with snow he made his way down a long stoned corridor, eyeing side to side. This architecture was very peculiar, and from what was a large empty room it led to a hallway. He continued down the dark corridor. It was strange, did it lead to some sort of dungeon? His head turned from side to side as he walked. However, he saw that it was getting lighter on the other end. He must be getting close to the main part of the building. From the hall he could then see it extended into another large room, however much more lit as bright torches illuminated the couches and tables on top of the exquisite rug. That must be apart of the main building. He had to be more stealthy here. Moving slowly, he wanted to inspect the room to make sure that no one was coming. However, as he made his way toward the end of the hallway, almost leaking out into the enormous room, which also led to another series of hallways, he felt a tug on his boot. His eye moved down but before he could react, a chain pulled him upward, sending him spiraling upside down against the ceiling above, his back hitting the hard stoned surface before his body dangled downwards. A gate closed behind him, preventing escape back into the hallway. He squirmed, trying to get his foot loose from the trap. Damn, he shouldn't have ventured too close to this room, but a trap was something he was least suspecting. He bent his back upward, trying to see if he could get whatever was binding his foot, off of him. Reaching with his gloved hands he felt the whole contraption enclosed around it. It would be impossible to remove it. Giving that up temporarily, Radulfr let himself dangle, his arms hanging below his head. Well, at least his sword was still intact. Although that might change soon if he didn't get out. His masked face looked downward, trying to see what had triggered the trap in the first place. He saw a small line connected between the walls and a small door beneath it. Clever. But now it would be tough for him to escape. Even the contraption got hold of his foot, wrapping around his ankle. He tried to fight it once more, however his efforts were in vain. Eventually he just waited for someone to come, so he could get down at least. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0 |
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 19, 2017 3:06:37 GMT
 YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND Farkas was up late at night. This night in particular, he was reading a book. The same one he was trying to read, even before she had arrived. But, that girl was now always on his mind. From morning to evening he tried to get her to get more comfortable with the place. However, she seemed more interested in leaving. More interested in that Rad she kept mentioning. He was planning to go out and search for the fellow, although he knew in time he would eventually come to him. He had to spend more time with Wryn anyway, always making sure that she was comfortable, despite her protests. In time, in time she will grow to love him. She was so young, it would take a while before she would die on him. No need for torture for her thankfully. Despite her attempts to escape she was well behaved otherwise. He knew that in time she would like this mansion. It was far better here than any other place in Oedir. His eyes scanned the pages, although his thoughts wandered. Wryn. That round youthful face, those blonde locks. Surely she left an impression on him more so than quite a few number of women. His mind thought back to all the women he had met, that arrived at the mansion. One in particular stood out. His supposed granddaughter. Did she find the father she was searching for? How was she? No... why was he having these thoughts? Shaking his head, he closed the book with the one hand he held it in. He rose from his seat, the wooden chair covered in fine bear hides sliding back. A candle flickered on his desk, illuminating the area. He was in his study, although there was not much to do there. Growing bored, he turned and left, deciding that he should take a walk. He knew that Wryn wasn't going to be wandering around this time at night. She had headed to bed after sundown, or unless she was trying another attempt at escaping. Although, at this point she should've given up trying. It was fruitless. Farkas continued to walk around the mansion, staring at paintings of himself, his wife, and his two sons. They always brought back the memories. But how much Felix has grown. He reached a hand toward where his son was in the painting, but then retracted it. He continued walking, making sure all of the torches were lit around the place. The mansion was indeed large, and around another hour had passed and he was down on the bottom floor, walking along in the empty hallways. It could seem quite lonely, but to Farkas it was rather calming this evening. But there was a storm raging outside. He could hear the wind blowing harshly against the window, the white snow falling all over it. He continued to walk, mundanely checking to see if his traps were still in order. However, he heard the sounds of chains moving. Interested, Farkas turned his head to the side, walking toward that direction. In an obscure hallway, from the corner of his eye he saw a glimmer of armor hanging in the other hall. He made his way closer, seeing the man writhing upside down as he hung from the ceiling. Nearing closer, Farkas saw that it was a rather thug-ish looking man. The werewolf walked closer, only seeing an angry blue eye glaring at him. He stopped right before the hallway, looking up at him closely. The man did not say anything. Farkas smiled maliciously. "Look what I've found..."
The next morning, Farkas was sitting at the dining table, as per usual. He cut into the meal on his plate, placing it into his mouth as he then chewed. He expected Wryn to come to the room, as it was where to find him every morning. Along with breakfast. Although, he looked happier than usual, a smile on his face as he took another bite of the delicious food. He then heard footsteps, and he turned his head slightly, seeing her approaching. "Good morning," he greeted her, in a delighted tone. He dabbed his mouth with a cloth lightly. He expected her to take a seat and start eating, or just stand there. But he was silent for a moment as he took another bite out of his food. He took another few bites and sips as he continued to eat his breakfast. "Wryn, today I have a surprise to show you," he smiled, his eyes looking back up at her again. @tag
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Post by Wryn on Aug 23, 2017 5:29:31 GMT
 we're lights that never go out 'Cause your here with me now
Wryn hadn't lied. Since she had told him she wouldn't eat another bite nothing but water had passed her lips. She reluctantly came to breakfast if only to drive the fact home that she would literally starve herself to death before she would bend to his will. She sat down and unceremoniously pushed her plate back. Green eyes moving over to Farkas when he said something very unexpected. But something that made her uneasy all the same. What surprises might a man who would force someone to live in his home with him have?
"It wouldn't be a way out would it?" She asked. Obviously not amused and not in the least excited about some surprise this crazy man had for her. She folded her hands in her lap and ignored the gnawing hunger that was even stronger now that she was so close to all the delicious good.
"...what is it?" She ask in a tired tone. Hoping it wasn't something else that would make things even more difficult.
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 23, 2017 23:00:10 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND Although she seemed rather not surprised by it, he could hardly contain his excitement. The food he tasted better than usual, probably due to his delight. He wiped away whatever was left of it on his chin. Then moved from his chair, pushing himself away from the table as he shoved it back. His plate was nearly empty, and he could barely contain his eagerness to show her. He knew that she wouldn't eat as well, and he wanted to show her right away. He stood from the table, facing Wryn. "Follow me, I will show you," he said gleefully, he couldn't help himself but smile as he turned around, walking out the door and expecting her to follow. It was something much better than an exit. He moved through the hallway, almost wanting to hum a song. But he remained quiet, his eyes focused forward. It took a while, turning from hall to hall, past the many rooms of the mansion. He was silent the whole while, but his lips still pursed into a smile as he looked from wall to wall. Making many turns here and there. He wondered if Wryn had already been through these halls before. The building was vast, and there were many parts of it that not many could find and that were easily overlooked. When he arrived toward the back of the mansion, in one of the hallways he stopped, right next to an average white door. However, there was a faint scent of blood within the air near it, although not many could smell it, perhaps only the trained nose of a wolf. Although, there was also a light stench of death, one that was perhaps only recognizable to those who dealt with it regularly. He opened the door, giving it an ominous creak, the door being much more heavy and thick than it looked. Within the room was pitch black from where they were standing, and he offered a hand gesturing for her to go in first. If she went inside he would then follow behind her, although there was more light from within the room, an eery gray. He could then close the door behind him, secretly locking it behind his back. However, he knew that she would not be concerned with it now, especially what lied in the center of the room. The many torture devices scattered across the room were mostly hidden in the darkness, but in the dead center of the room, the silver mask shined from the faint light. Radulfr sat there, hands cuffed to the arm rests, there a small table before him along with a small stool that sat on the opposite side of it. His head was slumped forward, eye closed from the looks of it. Some blood trickled from out of the only opening of his mask, dripping lightly onto the small wooden table below. Next to him there was an even smaller table, although it had two surfaces. The top surface had all sorts of arrangements of tools. Bi-pronged forks, knives, all sorts of different kinds of potions, some half empty. They lied on top of many blood stains, old and dry from prior usage. The bottom shelf had much more equipment, stacked up in a basket. If she neared closer she could probably see all the spikes poking out from the chair and into his clothed skin. His clothes looked tattered, although he still had a few pieces of his armor on. Farkas of course dealt with him some earlier in the morning. He had to have some fun. Plus, he had to prepare himself for this. He moved closer toward them, perhaps if she looked behind Farkas there were many torture devices along the walls in the dark hanging from chains and an iron maiden. Though, he stepped closer to them, hands placed behind his back in a gentlemanly fashion. He couldn't help the smirk that came to his face, anticipating to see her reaction. "Yes he had come here, I thought I'd show you," he snickered, in a sinister fashion. He was more curious to see how she would respond to this broken piece of mess. He had learned quite a bit about him from this morning. His name was not Rad, but Radulfr. Radulfr Caput Lupinum. An outlaw. He didn't hear the whole story quite yet, as Radulfr didn't budge quite all the way. But he also knew that he was a werewolf. He wondered from what clan he was from, judging by his appearance he must have been older somewhat, as Farkas could tell who was of young blood. But, he would learn in time. Fortunately Radulfr had already had many scars, some broken so far into the skin that it was easy to make him bleed. He had tortured him some this morning, but placed back all his clothing on for this show. He was excited to see how much Wryn knew about this man. For someone so heavily scarred, for an outlaw he must have done many wrongdoings. @tag
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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Aug 23, 2017 23:18:11 GMT
LET THIS BLOOD FLOW SLICING WIDE MY WOUNDS BITING A HOLE THROUGH FATE, I'LL KEEP UP THIS STRUGGLE Radulfr looked upward, his head still dizzy, ringing from how much blood he had lost. He could barely even tell what was happening around him, last time he remembered that bastard was torturing him earlier. At least he was sitting on a chair, even through all the spikes ran through his clothing and piercing into his skin. He could feel the sharp pains now, but at least he still had some armor on. He remembered the man had lashed out at his only visible eye, striking toward it with a knife but missed. Maybe it was intentional, but it struck right between the eye and the nose. It still continued to bleed. He then began to stir, hearing the same voice again as his head bobbed in a slow motion, his vision still somewhat blurry as his only eye looked across the dark room. His vision then came slowly into focus, and his hands clenched into fists as they tried to move, however they were trapped as he was cuffed. He could even feel his legs also cuffed to the chair toward the bottom. At least he had his regular boots on now, instead of the iron boots. He was used to all of these torture techniques before, but this man was quite knowledgeable with their use. His head drifted to the side, still trying to gain sense of what was currently going on. He remembered it had gotten to the point where he was forced to tell him his name. His full name. There might have been more questions but he did not answer them. Or so he remembered. He did not know. But, he did not comply very much, but the man had torn apart the scars that had already been there. They were deep, and it was made even more evident as the spikes poked into them. He tried to move again, but he could not get out of the chair. His eye regained its whole focus, and the blue orb made its way toward a blonde. It was Wryn. He must have been hallucinating, as he couldn't tell what was real and what was not. But either way his eye moved toward the man that stood behind her, and it narrowed. "What do you want?" he asked flatly, but still clearly angry at the man. He more meant of what torture is he going to do now. But the man did not answer, remaining silent. @tag
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Post by Wryn on Aug 25, 2017 6:28:20 GMT
♔ Wryn had reluctantly followed Farkas through the mansion. Her wide green eyes searching their surroundings as they moved. The elegant dress she wore swished softly against her legs as she moved. More elegant and extravagant than anything she had ever worn. But Wryn would have traded that dress for just one night back in front of a little campfire talking with Rad. Well maybe talking was a long shot...it was more her talking and his grunting. But on occasion she could get him to speak, prying away tiny pieces of his armor and learning just small snippets about his life. It was remarkable really how little she knew about him.
Maybe he moved on without me.
No...Rad wouldn't leave her. She trusted him wholeheartedly. Even if she barely knew him and their conversations weren't exactly titillating Wryn knew Rad could be trusted. He had appeared in her life like a ghost. Cropping up at the oddest times. And then he had set her free. She couldn't/wouldn't believe that he would give up on her now. Farkas opened a set of doors and directed her inside a dark room. Reluctantly Wryn stepped inside, knowing that if he truly wanted her to he could just force her to go anyway. It took her eyes a few moments to adjust to the dim gray lighting but what she saw took her breath away. An assortment of devices that looked cruel and horrible lay on a table in front of a masked man.
Farkas spoke at the same moment that Wryn recognized the man strapped to the chair with spikes forced into his flesh and random segments of armor missing. He came here. She wanted to hurt Farkas. She wanted to wipe that damned smug smile off his face but instead she went to Rad. She hurried to his side and knelt down beside him. Reaching out to touch him but stopping short seeing the spikes and wounds. Dear god how could anyone survive this? Her heart jumped into her throat that squeezed painfully shut.
"Radulfr..."
How? Why? But Rad was asking just that. Why was he doing these horrible things to Rad? Why was he keeping her caged here? Was he truly so insane? Wryn stood and reached out to the table. Taking some strange curled blade in hand. Her high pitched voice breaking when she addressed the insane man that would torture someone she cared about. "You bastard! Why would you do this to him? Tell me or so help me I'll kill you." Wryn was a sweet girl who had taken much in her short life. But this was different, this wasn't something being done to her. This was Rad, this crazy loon had hurt Rad. Her Rad.
"Is it because of me?" She ask, more hesitant this time. She didn't want to be the cause of all his pain. There had to be some other reason. She clung to the handle of the small blade, trembling with anger. Wanting to touch Rad but too afraid of causing him even more pain. So her hand curled protectively around the top of his chair, her other hand holding the blade out before her as she threatened and pointed it at Farkas. She would kill him for this, but then she remembered.
He's a werewolf.
How could a human kill a wolf?
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 25, 2017 7:44:55 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND Farkas smirked as he watched her reaction, seeing her see the very man she so loved in pain. He knew he was right, that this was him, the so-called Rad. Hs knew so already, but it brought him pleasure as he watched her terrified reaction. Oh how horrible it must be to see someone who vowed to protect her be so weak. So broken. But Farkas knew that there was more to the man beneath the eye. He had gone through many torture before. He recognized the scars, well the majority of them. Some of them he assume were from strange old devices, but even still they impressed the old wolf. He wondered where he got those from. Though, he knew that Radulfr was not going to tell him right off the bat. If he was used to torture then it would take more to get his history from him. He wondered just how much Wryn knew about this man. What crimes he must have committed. She must have not known, for she didn't seem the type who would be with someone like him. Did she even know about the scars in the first place? Did she also take the last surname, "Caput Lupinum?" It was almost laughable. Confidently with a calm smile, Farkas walked closer. "Yes, my dear," he said, ever so charmingly. "It is because of you. You caused all this to happen." He stopped near to where she was, gazing down upon her without any fear at all. What could she do with that curved blade of hers? Would dear Rad forgive her for her being at fault for his torture? Of course, he said so right in front of the other werewolf himself. He continued to speak. "You said you wanted to chat a little with him before we continue our lovely time together," he said, ever so temptingly before the other wolf. A side glance gazed over the man in the suit of armor, who he could tell visibly twitched in anger. His eyes remained upon the silver helmet. "After all, what a lovely mansion it is. What beautiful gowns you wear. What treasures I give you. It is the least I could do for you my dear." It wasn't until then that the other werewolf looked up at him, anger in that icy blue eye of his. It only caused Farkas to turn his gaze back to her again. "Now, now, let's not play with tools we don't know how to use," he said to her lightly, reaching for the very wrist that aimed the curved blade toward him. It was a risky move, but he was certain his arm could reach faster. He doubted she was adept at using the blade, considering she was probably doing so only out of anger toward him. He grabbed her wrist, and twisted it in a way so that she would drop the weapon. His grip was much tougher than it normally would have been. Afterwards he then took another chain from the table, wrapping it around her own wrist then pushing her forward, aiming to hopefully sit down on the stool before the table in front of the man. He then bent down as he tied it to the chair that Radulfr sat in, making sure that it stayed secure. He then stood, smiling as he then walked over to the side of the room, where a bunch of potions lay. Picking out a peculiar one that he had planned for the very moment, he took the white vial from the shelf. It was still fizzing, warm. It looked like it had recently been prepared, and Farkas popped the lip open, taking a whiff before grimacing. Yes, it was ready indeed. Then, he turned again toward them, walking close once more. "So Wryn," he started, still carrying the vial in one hand. "What is your last name?" he asked, appearing to do so out of curiosity. @tag
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Post by Wryn on Aug 25, 2017 8:30:57 GMT
♔Wryn stared at Farkas in confusion when he started spouting nonsense. The first words struck home. This was her fault. But then came the lies that made her look worriedly at Rad before her attention was jerked back to the insane man. "What are you talking about?? I've been BEGGING you to let me go!" But he moved fast. Faster than she could. She tried to jerk her hand back, to keep her weapon. But it was no use and Farkas snatched her slender wrist in his hand twisting it in a way that made her gasp and release the blade.
She tried to struggle, to shove him away when he grabbed for her but a human was no match for a werewolf and she was chained to the chair without even a struggle on the werewolf's side. She tugged her wrist experimentally but of course it held firm. She watched as Farkas walked over and grabbed some sort of vial full of liquid. Looking at Radulfr with fear in her eyes. Was it poison? Was he going to poison them? "What is that?" She demanded. Glaring at him through the blonde locks that fell across her face.
"Radulfr, Rad!" Wryn said her voice raising in desperation. "What the hell did you do to him?" She turned her angry gaze on Farkas who seemed perfectly calm. Even asking her last name. Her lip wrinkled with disgust and she tried to kick out at him from her chair. "I don't have one." She growled. "I told you I was a slave! Now just let us go please before you do something you regret!"
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 25, 2017 9:37:55 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND He continued to smile at her, however disappointed that she still didn't give him her last name. It must have been a lie after all. "Didn't you say you were married to him? Oh, excuse me. For a moment I believed you there. But of course, you wouldn't want that now would you. I didn't think you would want to be married to someone with the last name of 'Caput Lupinum.'" The man in the chair gazed up at him again, this time the cold eye narrowed dangerously. However Farkas was not bothered by it. He knew that Radulfr could speak perfectly fine now. But how could he possibly speak, since he had found her here now? That she saw him in that state. He probably had no idea that she was here in the mansion, with him. Farkas knew. Plus he knew his words were probably working their magic on him. Oh all the things he could tell her about him. She seemed to care about him quite a bit, but just how much she actually knew, was something that he was curious about. Of course, one might think they know much about their lover when in fact, they do not. Everyone has their little secrets that they don't want to share. In fact, it is those little secrets that what make relationships break. One word falls loose and then its over. Grudges. Hatred. Anger. Jealousy. Yes, Farkas has seen it happen before. Time and time again. The women found out that their husbands have been cheating on them. That they stole money from them. Some things about their dark and horrible past that the women do not wish to hear. However Farkas did not need to torture every single one of them. He did so in a variety of ways of course, but this werewolf is much more tolerant of pain than he appeared. Not tolerant really, just had a stronger will. Probably from the fact that he was tortured before. But, fortunately Farkas had a solution for that. He walked closer to them, holding up the solution in his hand carelessly as he did. "Oh this?" he asked, smiling again as he tilted it slightly. "It's just a little something that I discovered from the other kingdoms. But, oh. Not even the immortals or dwarves could compare with the effectiveness that I gave it." Of course, it wasn't he who did it. It was the ones he forced to make it. "Let's just say... it promotes truth telling," he almost gave a laugh. Although it was ambiguous to what that meant exactly. He continued closer, being ever so near the table before them. But his whole body went numb as she said those words. Even the frown on his face was evident. He had already done something he regretted. So many years ago. It was too late now. That had already been done. "I think that it is you who will regret not learning more about this man," he began, his face now expressionless. "I'd say if he has nothing to hide then there is nothing to fear," he then resumed his smile, however now the grin was wide and nearly extending from eye to eye. He could tell that the man in the chair seemed very confused. Perhaps there was a raised eyebrow from underneath that mask. He set down the vial onto the table, but far enough that it was out of reach from the girl. "Oh, and did you know his mask is able to come off?" he asked her ever so teasingly. It was then with two hands he rose the mask up and above Radulfr's head, despite the man's struggles against it. Slowly it rose over his head, the man's light hair falling down over his scarred face. Two eyes stared angrily at him now, and he kept silent. To see him at such a weakened state, brought much delight to Farkas. This is why he must have hid his face, wearing his mask. Ugly scars torn across it, and now one small gash near his eye with some blood tricking down. Taking the mask in his hands, Farkas inspected the thing. "It's very interesting, this mask..." he said, looking down upon it as he opened the front area, supposedly to feed the prisoner. "There is a gag missing here," he then noticed, hands tracing down toward the neck. "And spikes around the neck. I wonder where this came from..." Radulfr did not say anything, and Farkas looked back up at him. "Which clan do you come from, Radulfr?" he asked. No answer. Well, it was about time he used the potion. "Well," he began, taking the vial into his hand before harshly grabbing the man by the hair with the other, pulling his head back, "let's find out."@tag
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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Aug 25, 2017 10:29:43 GMT
LET THIS BLOOD FLOW SLICING WIDE MY WOUNDS BITING A HOLE THROUGH FATE, I'LL KEEP UP THIS STRUGGLE Radulfr could hardly tell what was going on. The blonde girl that had been in front of him pointed a knife at him. Surely he must be dreaming. It wasn't until Farkas came and sat her down beside him, that he really began to hear. See. Was that really Wryn...? But then the man spoke. He kept talking. About some random nonsense about asking questions then stating that she lived here or something along the lines of that. Radulfr couldn't believe such nonsense. However he was still more concerned with the man, not entirely sure of what was going on. His icy blue eye peered up at him, almost the entire time. However as he spoke Radulfr couldn't make sense what was going on. What was he planning to do? It was then the other man took off the mask, something which Radulfr struggled against but to no avail. He could feel the fresh air right against the scars of his face, his hair falling over his skin. He looked at Wryn for a moment, but then back at Farkas. What? He didn't have time to react or say anything as his hair was harshly grabbed, pulling back his head as the vial hung over his lips. His eyes made their way over toward the girl. Was it really her? "Wryn...?" he said. But after he did so Farkas pulled the vial closer to his mouth, but Radulfr pulled his face away. Farkas tried to pry open his mouth, but the werewolf refused, keeping his mouth shut. However, his eyes curiously gazed at the liquid. What was it? Well, Wryn had just asked the question and Farkas had answered, but he didn't say what exactly it was. Not that prisoners got much choice anyway. But, he felt a certain unease in his stomach. As if this had happened before. But, he had been given many different potions in the past. The far past. Back when he was in that torture chamber before he became an outlaw. Before he escaped. Though, afterward he knew what most of them did. After they had their effect on him of course. As Farkas tried placing it closer to his face, he could feel some whiff of it drift up into his nose. No... it was familiar. That scent was familiar. He knew it. He recognized this. He now knew what this was. Radulfr had it before. Back when they tortured him way back then. But the fumes smelled much stronger now. "No." His eyes slowly widened, his head rapidly turning as he tried pulling away. But this time Farkas used more force, strengthening the grip on his hair tighter into a fist. The potion was brought closer. Closer to his mouth. His eyes averted to Wryn. "No!" he said, this time louder in protest. He couldn't let her see. Not what happened in his past. But Farkas maliciously pulled his head far back, further backwards than intended. "NO!" he shouted. His eyes were widened almost to their fullest extent. It was just before he then forcefully pulled his jaw to open. "NO!!!"The liquid was getting ready, the other werewolf preparing it to enter. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"He screamed, just before the liquid poured from the air and into his mouth. He gaged, the liquid choking down his throat, his eyes widened completely. Some of the liquid travelled down his lip, the one that didn't make it in that was. However most of the potion was forced down his throat, forcibly gulping it down.
A few minutes had passed. Farkas waited around, for it to fully take effect. It would be a while before it did, he knew. But he was indeed curious to see how well it worked. How Wryn would respond to this broken man. Oh how much truth would come out of him. Radulfr on the other hand slumped downward in defeat. Perhaps it was the potion taking its effect. Or maybe it was the fact that he didn't want to spill any truth out to Wryn. Either way, Farkas knew that he would most likely forget what happened afterwards, but during the potion's effects he would speak the truth without realizing it. He may also go on some tangents or babble on about whatever questions asked, as some sort of side effect from the potion. But now was the time Farkas decided to repeat his question, the one that he did not answer before. "What is your last name Radulfr?" he asked curiously, smiling. There was no answer from the slumped man. Farkas twitched an eyebrow in irritation. "What clan did you come from?" Still no answer. Angrily Farkas scowled, and he marched up toward the chair, kicking it. "I said what clan did you come from?!" he bellowed, anger clearly expressed all over his features. He was silent for a moment, until an answer came out. "U-Ulfgangur..." he said, his eyes nor head looking up from where it was. @tag
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Post by Wryn on Aug 25, 2017 17:46:57 GMT
♔Caught in a lie Wryn didn't know how to reply. She stared at Farkas with unbridled contempt. "-I didn't think you would want to be married to someone with the last name of 'Caput Lupinum.'" What did he mean by that? What did Radulfr's name have to do with anything? Wryn turned to looked at him across the table with questions in her eyes. Farkas continued to speak, a truth serum he said. Why? Why did he care what she thought of Rad? Was he so insane as to try to make her hate him? No they weren't married or even really romantically together. But they were together. She loved Rad even if it wasn't in the traditional accepted way, they weren't very traditional people.
The mask. Yes she knew it came off, she had taken it off him on a couple occasions much to his dislike. But seeing this asshole peeling away the layers that shielded him from the world made her want to hurt him. Things only went downhill after that. Farkas asking Rad about his pack to no reply. Then the struggle began. "Stop it! You're hurting him!" Wryn practically screamed. Struggling against the chain that was wrapped so firmly around her wrist. She would kill him if it was the last thing she did. She would drive a knife deep into that werewolfs heart.
Rad coughed, spittle and serum running over his lips. For a moment she wondered if he could catch his breath. But then came the answer. An answer that meant nothing to her. She knew nothing of werewolves and their clans. Rad had told her that bad things had happened in his past, that he had done things. But details...she didn't need those details. Her green eyes squeezed shut as she tried to gather herself. Not let herself get so torn apart. She had to be able to think clearly.
"Just let him go." She said at last. "I'm already stuck here with you Farkas, why hurt him?"
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Post by Farkas Volkov on Aug 25, 2017 19:30:43 GMT
YOU MAY SAY THAT I'M BREAKING YOUR MIND IN MY OPINION YOU'RE MUCH TOO KIND He stood there calmly, blinking as the outlaw told him his real name. Of course she would be confused. What was she again? A human? She probably didn't know anything about him, judging from the fact that he didn't say his real last name before. But now that he had said it, Farkas rubbed a hand on his chin, thinking. "Hmm, Ulfgangur," he said in thought. As Wryn asked him the question he turned to her. "Don't you want to learn more about him?" he then asked. He then roamed closer, walking around the two chairs in a half-circle. "It seems to me you don't know much about him. Isn't that right, Rad?" he stopped over her shoulder, bending over slightly by her face but his eyes were focused on the werewolf.Radulfr continued to hang his head down low. "Yes," he answered, almost a whisper.Smirking at his response Farkas rose once more. Oh he think he finally remembered something about the name. Farkas stood around, tapping his finger against his beard lightly. "Ulfgangur... Ulfagangur..." he spoke aloud, thinking what clan it was. Farkas was old, an ancient man. Many clans had came and went since the wars. Though he tried to remember which had the name Ulfgangur. He paced a little. "Oh, I think I know which one that was," he said, coming to a stop. His gaze then averted to him. Then it moved downward to Wryn."It was a small clan I believe. One that was probably even older than my own. I haven't heard much of it really," he spoke, with a light tone. "But, from what I remember they betrayed the other clans. They tried to steal territory from them despite the general alliance the clans had." Oh how interesting. How such a turn of events there was. His eyes looked deviously at Wryn, amusement filled in them. She probably didn't know. Didn't know where he came from. It made sense, and know the wheels had begun to turn within his head. He didn't expect such a past to be revealed from just one name. Oh how much fun this is going to be. "Yes, I think they do not exist any longer. After their betrayal. What they had done to those clans." He spoke as he continued to pierce his gaze down at Wryn. Did she know? Of course not. What was in a last name? Oh so many things. But things that Farkas did not expect to find. He thought that he would spill everything from the truth potion. But in fact he was already able to put a few pieces together.
He then turned to Wryn, bending as he was close to her face again. "Ask some questions, Wryn. Don't make me have all the fun," he nearly laughed again, before standing.
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Post by Wryn on Aug 26, 2017 5:32:40 GMT
♔She was confused. Her green eyes clearly revealing her inner turmoil. He had...lied? About his name? But why? She knew he kept much from her but she had never assumed that the little she did know might be filled with lies. She pushed the painful thoughts away and looked away from Rad and Farkas down to her lap. Thieves? Traitors? She knew Rad had done some horrible things she just didn't know the details. But what if it was worse than she would assume. She didn't speak for several minutes after Farkas told her to. Her lips pursing defiantly together until she felt like she would burst.
"...why would you lie to me about your name?" She ask while feeling as if her throat were closing up. She trusted Rad. When she didn't trust anyone else in this cruel world she trusted him, but he had lied. And right on the tail of that another question, this one obviously spoken from someone who felt betrayed. "Why do you wear your mask Rad?...How did you get it?" She was looking at Radulfr now. Her lips pulled into a thin line as she stared at him. She was still angry at Farkas and wanted Rad free....but she needed to know these things. While he couldn't spin any more lies.
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Post by Radulfr Caput Lupinum on Aug 26, 2017 6:39:32 GMT
LET THIS BLOOD FLOW SLICING WIDE MY WOUNDS BITING A HOLE THROUGH FATE, I'LL KEEP UP THIS STRUGGLE As Wryn spoke, as if she were going to choke from sadness, Farkas stood, smiling maliciously. Ah this was perfect. She didn't know much about him after all. She was feeling betrayed by him now, and they haven't even gotten started yet. Farkas was excited as to what was going to come. Eventually she would not trust him anymore. She would have no choice but to go to him. He placed another hand on his chin, looking down at her with his continued sneer. "Oh little Wryn. Don't you know?" he teased, continuing to look down upon her as he almost tsked. "'Caput Lupinum' is just a title, my dear, it means that he is an outlaw. It translates to the 'head of the wolf.'" Nothing more than an animal to hunt. As Radulfr gave his name to him before he made it very clear that he was an outlaw. But why had he gone by that surname? Was it because he wanted everyone to know that he was an outlaw? Or maybe as Farkas assumed the clan did not exist any longer. But most likely, the clan that he came from took the name away from him, never allowing him to go by Ulfgangur ever again. Farkas then dropped the hand back down to his side, and turned to Radulfr in amusement, looking to hear an answer from him. "Yes, Radulfr. Enlighten us," he said, inspecting the mask curiously as he titled it from side to side, his eyes focused on the shiny metal. "Why do you wear this mask? This is a mask of shame isn't it?" he asked, looking back up at him. He recognized its framework. It appeared to be a more older version, one that seemed ancient nonetheless. It was making more sense now. If he was an outlaw then he must have been put in prison. Well, that was a given fact, but that is where he must have got it from. Radulfr's head rose, slowly, facing directly straight toward Wryn, his eyes following. There was a dead look to them, however that might have just been the side effect of the potion. Or perhaps it was from the gravity about what he was going to say. "I didn't want to have the name of Ulfgangur any longer," he spoke, his voice low and coarse. "I didn't want to be associated with them," he spat. His eyes then moved side to side from Wryn to Farkas, before focusing back straight again. "It is a mask of shame," he said, although looking as if he were agreeing with what Wryn had said rather than Farkas. "I wore it because I couldn't even get it off. The tar was too rough. It wasn't until you pulled it off in the bath that I was able to." The memory was, distant, far, within his drugged mind. But one that he remembered nonetheless. It came as memories flowed through the conversation. "I still wear it because it makes me comfortable. It reminds me of what I am. It reminds everyone else what I am. That I am an outlaw. It is apart of me." How he got it. Oh, what a story he will tell. "I got it because I was put in prison. After all the torture that I had gone through, they placed that mask on me," he said. That was about it for that answer, unless she asked for details. @tag
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Post by Wryn on Aug 26, 2017 7:10:25 GMT
♔She hated him for making her feel like this. For making everything so confusing. She had been perfectly fine before she found out, now it was as if the only person she depended on were a total stranger...Even more than he had been. Farkas...it was all his fault. Her green eyes turned to watch him as he explained Rad's name which was apparently more of a title. A title she had been too naive to understand. Slowly her eyes moving back to Rad. Keeping her face as schooled as possible. She didn't want to show him the hurt she felt and she certainly didn't want to give Farkas that satisfaction.
"You didn't want their name?" She repeated. The had been outlaws Farkas said, breaking some treaty among the clans. Had Rad fought against them then? Was it shame he felt? Was that why he went by a name that simply meant outlaw. Torture...they had tortured him. Wryn looked down at her lap again on that note. "But...your not." She said softly. "Your mask...you aren't some monster Rad...you saved me, Rad. When you had no reason to." She looked up at him again. It felt wrong to pull these answers from him like this but she couldn't stop herself from asking.
"Why...why did they torture you, Rad?" She ask softly, subtly tugging against the chain that wrapped around her slender wrist. Plotting even as her mind spun with revelations. "...and why didn't you ever trust me enough to tell me anything?" Hurt leaked into her voice then even as she tried to hold it back.
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