Thread: The Howling of Moon and Blade (MasterOfWhispers and loneiysong)

Dawn... Ramal the Iron Eyes awoke and rose to the sounds and stirrings of his men outside the tent His mind contemplating the nights previous events. His hands palmed around his head feeling his head pounding. Pounding like a thousand War Hammers. Looking around, he spotted a wooden jug of water sitting right by a fire. Reaching out to it, he uncorked the cover and began taking a large swig of it. The result His head ache getting better, and him mind and senses reaching a certain amount of clarity. So clear in fact he heard the slightest of stirs coming from under the sheets. Out of instinct, Ramal grabbed the hilt of his glad sitting by the fire. There was tension in the air, as the shuffling of the sheets began to reveal not only a person but the events of last night... Come back to my embrace and forget about those men. Said a dark haired woman emerging from the sheets. Upon seeing her, Ramal soon remembered. The events of yesterday began to flash through his mind. He remembered getting up in the morning in a much similar fashion. He remembered riding to an open green field. He remembered facing his opponents I group of warriors dressed in Iron Dresses. Finally he remembered the glorious amount of bloodshed spilled and celebration the camp had at that night. A smile graced that man's lips. There is much to be done woman. Perhaps, after we rampage through the city, I'll give you another good fuck. The women smiled, got up dressed her own animal skin oufit, and left. Ramal Chuckled as he began to began to prepare prepare for battle. As typical of most member of the Tribe of the Wolf. Ramal The Iron side stood to be a tall, hulking beast of a man with long hair as black as the night and eyes as steely and sharp as steel. His body marked scars that told stories of several battles whose number is too numerous to count. Looking around, he soon spotted leather crafted armor, and his other rather large Claymore blade. He soon stepped out of the tent stepping out another day for his Tribe would soon commence. Noon... Breaking through to the capital of Dovehart was difficult enough. Ramal had done everything he could to position he men to barricade the city yet it didn't take to now avail. His second in command soon approached him. We're going to have to attack at night. spoke Remos the red. Ramal looked at him with a smile. Indeed, The First Wolf demands that city be bled Nighttime... The full moon blessed the tribe of the first wolf in the best way possible. As the men continued their assault on the walls, most of them began changing. There bodies soon reshaping themselves into something that was between wolf and man. Ramal the Iron eyes was one of these men. His body changing, and reshaping itself yet despite the changes his steely eyes retain the cold determination and blood lust. He howled and the city of Dovehart would soon discover it's nightmare. Blood ran rivers through the streets as the Barbarians turned werewolves began raiding and pillaging the city. Showing these civilized folk how truly brutal uncivilized folk could truly be. Everything was going as desired. Ramal, in his wolf form looked upon the destruction with a certain amount of glee in his heart. He took in the sights and sounds of battle as well as the smell. The smell... He smelt something unique. A flowery kind of scent. It reminded him of the moon flowers he found at the Temple of the First Wolf. The smell was enthralling. The Warchief had to find it. Eventually, he tracked the scent to a group of iron dresses guarding something in one of their strange little formations circling around a girl. Ramal had soon found the source of that scent.