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Shapeshifter Isle Special: The Dragon; last chapter
Topic Started: Nov 7 2013, 07:40 PM (182 Views)
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The pain is imense, much worse than when the boat had crashed, every breath was torture, the many cuts and puncture wounds the bear had given me stung annd burned, most of them i didnt realize I had until the adrenaline wore off, the deep scratch the bear gave me along my ribs continued to bleed, not heavily but steadily. "You should rest, dragging this bear cant be helping your condition" Morris says notably concerned "shut. up. Morris. The sooner we get this thing back to camp the sooner we can deal with my wounds and the sooner i can properly rest" I reply between breaths "I know but you shouldnt push yourself" Morris attemps to say with some authority "If I dont we wont make it back to camp before dark" I reply annoyed by his concern "fine have it your way but if you want to slow down let me know" Morris says relenting. Despite my desire to keep going I did have to rest on the way back and for much longer than i would have liked, the sun was setting by the time we made it back. "I will go get the first aid kit" Morris says running off to get it, in the mean time I sit on the bears carcass, grim if not confortable seat. "I should be able to patch you up with this" he says with a handful of gause, some medical tape and some scissors. He quickly bandages my large claw wounds "Alrighty, that should do it" he says standing up "Thanks" I say too tired to manage much else I stand up, walk over to the make shift tent, crawl in, I think I hear Morris say something but im too tired to make out the words and before I know it im asleep.

Its night but the moon is large and bright, it illuminates the meadow in which I now find myself
standing. I no longer feel my body ache before I can question the sudden lack of pain I hear her voice, Its soft and gentle but i have come loath it "It appears you have faced a warriors test regardless" she says with what I can only describe as mock arrogance " I thought I told you to fuck off moon bit-" "Mahina" she interupts her maintained calm annoys me "Whatever, what do you want?" I ask realizing i have to deal with her "I have come to bestow my gift to you, I was hoping you would not be as hostile now" she answers calmly in her exceptionally beautiful voice "Look Mahona- "Mahina" she interupts again- "Whatever as far as im concered your still just a part of my fucked up dreams and the disembodied voice thing isnt helping" I say to the moon, which i assume counts as talking to her "hmm so you have no faith in me?- "In any so called god" this time my turn to interupt-Then perhaps i should give you a reason to believe" she says in a still unchanging kind calm tone suddenly my body is racked with pain, I feel as if my skin is tearing, my bones rearanging and my muscles ripping, my body twists and contorts and then suddenly it stops as I let out a scream but not the scream of a man, I recognize it instantly, the
roar of a Cougar. I look down shocked by my hands now the combination of paws and hands and my brown fur, I do my best to shrug this off and go on the defensive "This doesnt change that this is a dream" I snarl more than say "You will know the true effects of my gift soon enough but for now return, they have arrived and it would be better if you were awake to meet them" she says in again a calm almost loving tone "What? Who?"

I wake up to the sound of john snarling and barking, Morris feebly trying to calm him down and some loud mouth telling John to shut up, wait? Some loud mouth? I sit up forgetting my injuries "Ow FUCK" I say to myself. "Can it John" I yell as i get up out of the tent he stops his barking but maintains a growl as he stares the strangers down "Oh your awake, Umm well this is Drake, Zane, Soren and Paul"
Edited by VenomousDragon, Nov 8 2013, 06:11 PM.
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VenomousDragon
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Needs a new one but Im too broke for that shit right now.
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Nov 8 2013, 06:30 PM
Needs a new one but Im too broke for that shit right now.
Ah I feel your pain. I've been using mobiles for 3/4ths of my entire forum usage life. Terrible to type with. I type at the office tho.
Edited by Black Ice, Nov 8 2013, 06:38 PM.
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Petty much the same here actually, excluding the office bit.
In case it wasnt clear your the "loud mouth" and my special has now joined with yours.
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Nov 8 2013, 07:16 PM
Petty much the same here actually, excluding the office bit.
In case it wasnt clear your the "loud mouth" and my special has now joined with yours.
Yep I kinda figured I was the loud mouth lol
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