Well, this is the real world I mean

Luciene paused to catch her breath in a small forest clearing. She realised she really hadn't needed to run. There were three people left in the village, and two of them were wolves. Nevertheless, she found a certain sadistic pleasure in mentally torturing the last innocent villager with mortal fear.


N&B and Nero pointed accusingly at each other.

"You have to be a wolf. I know I'm not one!" said N&B.

"I could use the same logic. I never would have guessed it was you" Nero retorted.

"I'm not the wolf."

"Well, I think I would know if I were morphing into a wolf every other day and ripping someone's neck out!"

"Fine," N&B said, "then you should have absolutely no problem in marching out there, tracking down Luciene, and driving a pitchfork into her head?"

Nero nodded. "Alright, let's get her then. And you'll come with me. Let's see you prove your innocence."

Warily, the two began to trace Luciene's pawprints leading into the forest. They walked in silence, and kept a vigilant eye on each other. N&B kept a firm grip on the silver blade hidden under her cloak. Likewise, Nero's hands never strayed far from the dagger at his belt.


Luciene heard someone approaching through the trees. She turned, expecting to see N-
"W-what!?!" she stammered, "How?"

"Hmm... you thought I was dead?" The newcomer chuckled darkly.

Luciene nodded. She was extremely wary of this unexpected newcomer. She transformed into her wolf state, and growled.

The other didn't seem particularly fazed. The other advanced.


Nero and N&B traced Luciene's path to a small forest clearing. Here it seemed, was where she had stopped. The footprints turned to pawprints, doubled back upon themselves, and then vanished.

"Well, where did she go?" asked Nero, somewhat redundantly.

N&B was examining the mossy turf more carefully. Sho noticed that the ground seemed to be slightly scorched. Then she noticed, strewn about the place, the odd claw or fang. She pointed this out to Nero.

"Luciene?" he gasped.

N&B nodded, "But we've been together the whole time. Who could have done this?"

As if in answer, a branch cracked in the depths of the surrounding jungle. Both Nero and N&B snapped their heads around to peer into the semi-darkness.

What they saw was an indeterminate form, gliding between the trees, surrounded by an ethereal green glow.

Now choose your prey, wolf. And its a good reappearance for the spirit Didier

A nice one again Didier. ^^

The villagers ftw! Woot woot

I told you guys :(

soo

nero needs to figure out who the spirit is and vote it out.

Ok I have the final results, but I'm too tired to write anything fancy, so you will have to wait until tomorrow (and this is all YOUR people's fault by the way, I wouldn't feel like I was under a lot of pressure to write well if y'all hadn't been like "ooo didi you're a good writer" -_- )

Are you a french didi (well, didier is a french name) ,or are you just one of the fans of didier drogba, or are you didier drogba himself? Just asking

Are you serious there?
Just asking.

I was like "ooo diddy, why dont you rap something." and you chose to ignore me....

nathanielandbartimaeus wrote:Are you serious there?
Just asking.

I am

Oh goodness, people

Aggron wrote:Are you a french didi (well, didier is a french name) ,or are you just one of the fans of didier drogba, or are you didier drogba himself? Just asking

Unfortunately, I am not Didier Drogba. I wish though. (If I had his body...) Unfortunately I'm also not French, although I have French heritage and I speak French.
Didier is the name of my alter ego. And not in a "I hear schizophrenic voices in my head" kind of way. I just emulate him the way some people look up to celebrities or TV personalities.

Luciene wrote:I was like "ooo diddy, why dont you rap something." and you chose to ignore me....

Oh is that what you meant? Sorry. Besides, the raps I write tend to involve a lot of swearing. (then again, when doesn't rap have swearing?)

And I forgot that part about the 'admin for a day' idea of yours, but in my defence, I don't think it would have made a difference.

I told you that rbc would have wanted a rap eulogy <.< it doesn't get clearer than that.

Luciene wrote:I told you that rbc would have wanted a rap eulogy <.< it doesn't get clearer than that.

In the event I die IRL, can I have a rap eulogy?

You put it like this: "do the next death P Diddy style" I had to look him up on google. Now I know what you were talking about :P

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(And now the finale !)

N&B tried to keep herself occupied in her hut, trying, and failing, to block out the thought that Nero might be coming for her. It was now very early morning, and outside, the world was black, only contributing to her fearful fantasies. The worst thing was how tired she was getting. She determined that if she were going to die, she would die awake and fighting. But the hours dragged on and on and she felt her eyelids drooping.

Finally, she resolved to go on the attack. She gathered everything in the hut that could be used as a weapon and affixed them as much as possible to her clothing. With a hatchet and a great assortment of charp kitchen cutlery jingling from her belt, she lit a torch and crept out of the hut.

***
The fire from a torch shone brightly in the darkness of the early morning. In owl form, perched on the top of colossal deciduous tree, the spirit followed N&B's movement as she slunk across the expanse of the village - or attempted to slink; the blazing torch was giving her position horribly away.

Something important was going to happen, the spirit could tell. The spirit unfurled it's owls wings...

***

Nero awoke to the sound of a single thud against the wall of his hut. Ordinarily, he wouldn't have been too worried, but he was still frightnened by the fate of Luciene. He was now the last wolf. And not only was there N&B, but something else that was hunting him, out there in the forest.

The sound didn't repeat itself, but Nero couldn't appease his fear unless he could clearly identify the source of the noise. He poked his head out of the window. He practically jumped when he saw a face staring at him from the shadows.

"Luciene?"

Luciene gazed back at him, and nodded.

"But... what happened to you?"

"Nothing" she said. Then, "Come on."

Nero ducked back inside the hut, and dashed through the door, circling back to where Luciene stood, hands on hips.

"So, where've you been?"

"The woods. Come on let's finish this." and with that she morphed into a her wolf-guise. Shr trotted off into the forest. Nero hesitated. He guessed Luciene was just not going to be very talkative tonight. He shrugged, and ran after her, morphing mid-run into his own wolf-guise.

***
N&B ran through the woods. She'd dropped the torch, and loosed most of her weapons, to stop their noise from alerting the wolf. She'd been running and hiding, in that order, amongst all the now unoccupied huts until she came to the one opposite Nero's. There was a sound behind her, and when she turned she saw the the wolf lurking on the edge of the forest. She immediately dropped the torch and made a run for the river. The only thought that was running through her head was: "If I can cross the river, he can't follow my scent"

It was so far away. And in the darkness, she kept tripping and stumbling over the uneven ground. Somehow, she managed to reach the stone staircase. Without looking, she ran down, two steps at a time. Again she slipped, and this time, she had to catch herself on a treebranch to avoid falling down the ravine to her death. She tried not to panic. It was then that she looked behind her and realized she was not being chased.

***
"She's in there" said Luciene.

Nero had followed her as they circled around the village and now closed in upon N&B's hut. The hut itself was boarded up, as if it was uninhabited. Try tinder was ranged along one wall.

Luciene spoke. "You go in first. If she tries to escape, I'll catch her when she tries to run out the door."

Nero shifted to his human form, and gave Luciene a puzzled look. "Yeah, okay sure."

The she-wolf loped around to the entrance. Nero walked around to the door and peeped through the crack. He could see N&B sewing in the candlelight.

***
N&B paused to catch her breath, then deliberated what to do. She decided that it would be best to flee across the river anyway. Nero would never find her there. But she had no clothes, no food, no resources. Meaning she had to go back. She had to risk it.

Stealthily, she climbed back up to the top of the cliff and crept across the grass back to the village. She went the long way, figuring she'd avoid going anywhere near Nero's hut. She took out her knife and held it in front of her, just as added precaution.

***
Nero turned around.

"You go in." he said.

"No you deserve it. You haven't eaten anything human in a while."

Nero considered this. "But I ate Fuzzy Lobster only yesterday. It's your turn."

Luciene seemed frustrated. "Why are we arguing this, just go!"

Nero did the exact opposite, he stepped back, putting the she-wolf between him and the door. "So," he said, "who the hell are you really?"

Luciene morphed back. "what do you mean?"

Nero crossed his arms. "Well you aren't a wolf. For one thing, wolves can't talk in wolf-form with our canine vocal chords. We have to be human. Second of all, you ate the fuzzy lobster soup, but you didn't contradict me when I said I had. And also, Luciene is dead."

The spirit, in Luciene's form, scowled. "Very well, then" The spirit shot his hand forward, fingers narrowing to a sharp point, forearm stretching. His arm thrust like a javelin towards Nero's neck, but it reached epty air.

Nero's wolf form flung itself into the spirit, sending them both backwards into the door. With a crack, it gave way and fell forward into the hut.

The illusion of the sewing N&B shattered when the door hit it. The candle light blew out. Nero and the spirit tustled on the ground until Nero's teeth found their mark.

The spirit gasped as the teeth closed in around his neck. Desperately, he tried to morph into a tortoise with an extra dense shell, but as the essence softened to change, the poisonous teeth bit through.

Nero got up from the floor as the spirit's essence flowed away. In the struggle, Luciene's features had distorted, reverting back to the shape of the spirit's preferred form. Even in the pale moon-light he could tell it was Aggron.

***
N&B finally reached her hut, only to notice the door had caved in, and a mysterious fluid stained it. From within, she heard a menacing growl. Feebly, she raised her knife, one final time...




Well, that's over now. (Phew)
If you didn't feel like reading that whole thing, the gyst of it is: wolves win.

You sir are very talented at story telling. I applaud you.













But not as talented as the WOLVES! AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW YEAAAAAAAAAHHHH


Also, from your previous post, can I assume you are from Quebec, Didier?

I still can't believe we won a coin toss with Didi at the wheel. I guess he doesn't hate us? But great story.



Also, I think he's from Alberta or B.C. His local time is two hours behind us.