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Medieval Legends

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One Thousand Club
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Introduction



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Within one mid-winter night, you were making your way back home after a bit of traveling. Below your feet is about a foot of deep glistening snow, masking the path from view though based upon the distortion of snow around you it was easy to tell that this flat snow covering was truthfully the path. Still little blurs of white fell from the sky above you and dotted both the ground and the snow heavy trees in the forests of which occasionally would give way to create a rather large mound of snow upon the ground below. To your side you could see very faint remains of paw-prints, almost washed away completely by a new layer of snow. You didn't think much into it for this forest wasn't know for wolves or anything of the such, if anything it would only be a stray dog of which would probably prove to not be aggressive. It might actually by nice to find a bit of company on this lonesome road, even if it would be only an abandoned mutt. Yet, walking further you nearly freeze as your eyes land upon something new. The paws lead straight to a big distortion in the snow, one holding gashes, slides, slopes, and even crossing the path was a large tree that seemed to have been forced into snapping. You could see blood splatters along the ground and quickly you became worried, though regardless you needed to make it home. It was the safest place to be. Your pace increased into a run as you hopped over the tree, glancing to your side you could still see paw prints yet with them was a mixture of red staining the snow. You tried to ignore it yet once again you where surprised by a new discovery only a little ways ahead... the paw prints lead not to a hound of any sorts, rather upon the snowy ground you discovered a bloodied, shivering boy in thin clothing not at all fit for this whether. He appears injured, yet why was it dog prints that lead to him? What even happened to him?


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Plot



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Upon finding Striker, he at first is reluctant to truly allow himself to be in the presence of any one really, though it's clear that in his current condition he can't wonder the forest by himself much longer. Eventually, he ends up pulling you into his current mess and quest of sorts.


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Name: Skriker


Age: Appears to be in his early 20s.


Gender: Male


Race: One of the black dogs of European legend referred to as Skriker most commonly, but at times he is called Brash, Trash, and Shriker.


Abilities: Skriker truthfully is a bad luck charm, bringing illness, pain, sorrow, and humiliation to all around him. It's something he hardly can control, though when in his human form he can much better keep his abilities to himself, keeping those around him safe if he so desires.


Weapons: Shriker, when armed with his hound forum can easily bite with strong, white teeth. Paired with these he has a well kept set of claws that never do dull, but they can be broken. However, when human he carries with him a pair of gloves, both with a set of three blades attached to them. This allows him the claws he lacks within his human form.


Personality: Skriker is a very quiet person, keeping mostly to himself and avoiding contact with others. He tends to keep himself hidden away within the forests or upon the less popular trails. He tends to be blunt, cold, and even stubborn, but he is rather intelligent. Very much so as he does surpass the standard of his time, having explored medicine, sciences, language, and literature. He has looked over history and learned from the past. The only thing he doesn't learn off is socialization as such his skills are rather horrid within that field.


Appearance:


~Human Form~


Height: 6'2



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~Hound Form



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Why thank you very much. I'll make my char now. 
Name~ Korina Tsumi


Age~ 19


Race~ Human


Abilities~ she can draw, and play they piano


Personality~ Korina can be very confusing at times with how she usually acts. By herself she's quiet but has the habit of talking to herself which she refers to as 'thinking out loud' incase anyone catches her doing so. She is never hesitant to help when help is needed, something her father taught her. And sometimes she can be curious, too curious for her own good.


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And if you don't mind me asking what time period is this?

 

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Accepted, and it's medieval. Sorry for that, I thought I put the setting, but then again I did type this up rather late at night.
 
It's fine I was just making sure. I wasn't sure if it was medieval, or the legend of Skriker himself was medieval.


Do you want to start?
 
Sure.


Only moment before his collapse, Skriker had found himself in a rather difficult conflict agents another seemingly mythical creature. It was one known as a Jaculus, a giant serpent of a kind beholding the talons and wings of a bird. He would have easily won in more favorable whether conditions, but the snake held better mobility on the snow despite being cold-blooded, though he knew already that a jaculus could easily keep its self warm in a method most cold-blooded creatures couldn't. However, due to the conflict he had acquired anew gash upon his left side as well as an incision within the siding of his neck, due to the Jaculus' fangs. With the blood loss, he was quick to find his body shutting down on him, as already he had strained it to far in both the cold and the battle, and as such he now lays here freezing cold and bleeding.
 
Korina really did stumble upon something she didn't plan on seeing at all tonight. Though the foot prints themselves were strange she had to push that from her mind now and get the injured man who lay before her to safety. She took off the cloak that she had in to protect her from the frigid cold and laid it over the man in the snow, right now he was in much more need of it. With struggle but eventual success Korina wrapped one his arms over her shower and hoisted him off the ground, he was heavy for her to carry but home wasn't that far away. Now she trudged through the snow with a greater purpose than to just get home. As she neared the door to her fathers manor the wind picked up a little bit causing her to shiver uncontrollably. When she entered she was swarmed with her maids who haven't yet gone to sleep yet "please.. Get this man to the parlor..." She said with a shaking voice and through chattering teeth "he needs.... M-medical attention.... And warmth" with a nod she thanked them and slowly followed them into the parlor where they laid the man down on one of the couches closest to the fire. They gave Korina a blanket and she sat down in an armchair to warm up herself.
 
Skriker could feel an odd warmth suddenly, an though he was barley conscious he could tell that someone was attempting to move him. He couldn't open his eyes and he didn't know why exactly. They just felt so heavy, the blackness that cascaded his vision wouldn't fade though he was truly attempting to pull himself back. He would stir often as this all occurred, struggling constantly to regain himself yet even with the slight warmth of the cloak covering him it seemed his wounds wouldn't allow him to reclaim himself as they had worsened quite a bit in the time he had laid upon the snow. They hadn't stopped bleeding yet, the stains on his clothing where growing larger at a slow pace though already they had been quite large. Yet, soon he found himself entering yet another environment, it was growing gradually warmer and suddenly he was no longer being carried. He now felt himself to be upon a soft and warm surface, the crackling of the fire could be heard near him alerting him of why it had gotten so warm, it seemed he was no longer outside. He wondered where he was exactly and who it was that had been carrying him. It wasn't until a few minutes later that he finally manged to peek out at his blurred surroundings, his pastel yellow eyes opening only slightly.
 
Above him there was the face of the family doctor, working to close and wrap the large wound he found on his chest. By this time Korina had fallen asleep in the large armchair with a clean nightgown on that the maids supplied her instead of wearing e blood soaked dress she had before. She was wrapped in a large blanket and had a pot of tea set on the table next to her kept warm by a small candle beneath it. Very focused on the task at hand the doctor didn't notice the slight opening of the strange mans eyes. All through the night he worked stitching the large wound tightly together. With the help of a few maids they managed to sit him up so the doctor could wrap a bandage around his entire torso. The doctor wrapped a few layers so blood would not seep through all too easily. The next thing to treat was his neck,a lough this wound wasn't as great as the one on his chest there still was some stitch work to be done to close and stop the bleeding. The doctor himself had many questions but he wouldn't wake the lords daughter especially when she herself had so much strength to regain.
 
Skriker took notice to a man he didn't recognize, one rather close to him though he quickly came to realize what this man was doing. He glanced downwards, seeing the bandages wrapped about him as it seemed that this man had been treating him while his state was piratically unconscious. Though still he had taken note that this man wasn't the one who had brought him here, though the metallic smell of his own blood clouded much of his sense, he had been close enough to that person to take notice to her sent, and subconsciously the smell had stayed with him. He didn't smell like her, so clearly he couldn't have been the one to carry him. He allowed his eyes to be pulled from the man as his vision began to clear, looking over the room he now was within. He took notice to an unfamiliar girl, she sat within a large chair as it seemed she was asleep though he was unable to tell if she was truly asleep. He couldn't quite make out if her eyes where closed or not, though it now seemed his eyes where stuck examining her as no longer was he staring at the man closest to him.
 
As the doctor laid him back down and only when this was done he noticed the strange mans eyes were open and they were looking around. The doctor smiled a little "well that's a good sign" he muttered to himself and waved his handsIn front of the mans eyes to grab his attention. "Hello? Can you hear me? Can you understand, just nod if you can move." The doctor asked him to get some information nye wasn't sure yet what kind of mobility he had but knew he wouldn't leave that position in a few days, or until he's gained most of his blood and strength back. Of this man couldn't answer any questions now then he will wait until then to ask the more complicated ones. But now that he seemed aware of his surroundings and what was going on some questions were appropriate for now. He didn't expect any verbal answers just nods or shakes.
 
The movement in front of him was easily enough to get his attention as it seemed his eyes were drawn to it. The man had noticed his consciousness, and though his words where a bit fuzzy Skriker managed to make them out within his head. He nodded in response, as the man had requested though he wasn't exactly sure if he could speak. He had a haze over his mind, he knew he probably could if he tried hard enough, but until asked he would just used this simple movement to respond, seeing as it was rather easy even in this state. He had his own questions, but he could wait until later to ask them if they weren't given by that time.
 
The doctor gave him a nod to let him now his action was recognized. He would save explaining anything to this man when he knew more himself and when the man had a little more strength to process the information. All the doctor knew was that he was awoken from his little cottage that resided on the lords land and given the order to care for an injured stranger brought into the manor by lady korina. He guess now he you'd stick to medical things as that was his job. "How about your hand. Can you try moving it or just your fingers" he brought up his own hand to demonstrate in case his words were distorted or blurry to the man who lay before him.
 
In truth, Skriker wanted to now of his own mobility as well, though he was more interested in just his hand. He knew he was strong, though he did have his limits as well though he would always try to push himself a bit to far. Though he did hold intelligence, he was completely reckless as it just came in his nature. After the passing of a moment, he collected his thoughts to the best of his ability and tensing up quite a bit he attempted sitting himself up fully. He winced lightly as he felt a pain come to his side, though he had managed to pull himself up a few inches from his original position, his body shaking lightly due to the exhausting effort.
 
"Whoa whoa whoa" the doctor said before gently pushing the man back down to be flat on his back. If he did that he could rip the stitches and he might bleed out, his wounds were still to fresh for him to be trying anything like that "I just said to move your hand." He sighed and motioned for the maids to get a few pillows, if this strange man wanted to sit up he needed support. The doctor piled a few pillows behind him for him to lean on while he was in a sitting up position. He figure if this man could do what he just did he could try talking "do you know your name?" He asked looking at him. In the arm chair beside the couch Korina stirred curling up a bit more on the couch, bringing the blanket tighter around her and placing her head on the arm rest
 
Skriker averted his eyes as the doctor forced him back down into a laying position, though he had wished to attempt sitting up himself he hadn't exactly thought it through. He had wished to prove mobile, he wasn't use to being in the presence of humans or truly anything as he was sure the doctor wouldn't allow him to depart without him first proving that he was better. Though, he did then recall the many questions he held... he wouldn't be able to find those out if he left, so silently he complied to the action the doctor took in aiding him to sit upright. As a question was asked he looked back ahead of him towards the doctor before him... his name. He knew a legend existed about him within the land, though he could easily make the name appear innocent with a small explanation if the man became suspicious. "Skriker..." He spoke quietly, his voice having not claimed it's normal volume though at least he could speak.
 
The doctor nodded but that name sounded familiar. Though it wasn't his place to ask any questions about a patients past. Though he was sure now that that name would be on his mind for the rest of the day. "Well Skriker, you might be in this position for a day or two before you can start moving around again, and then you'll be staying at the manor here for a few weeks to let your stitches heal." He nodded standing up and wiping his hands to rid of blood "I will speak with tsumi about sleeping arrangements for now if you need anything just call for a maid" he gathered his things and headed for the door "I would try and get some sleep if I were you, you'll need the energy for miss Korina's countless questions" he chuckled lightly knowing she would be all over him with the questions when she woke up, and with that she left.
 
The names were unfamiliar to him, though he didn't say much about it as he allowed himself to once again examined the room. The haze had cleared quite a bit, and it seemed he could now make out the details he couldn't before. He glanced to the girl who sat within the armchair once more, he was curious about her and he would get up if he could, though it seemed at current such an action wouldn't be in his favor. He looked down to the bandages upon his torso, lightly bringing a hand to them as if attempting to figure out what all the doctor had done though through they're thickness he couldn't make out much. He was probably stitched up as he could recalled the wound was rather wide, though he did have quite a bit of trouble making all of that all now as it seemed a few of his memories of the past hours had vanished. He still knew the little things, so he assumed they would come back with time. He allowed a small sigh to leave him as he thought over the doctor's words... a few weeks. He felt for sure that his abilities would be uncovered by that time as he wouldn't be able to control his luck for that long, things might start breaking, accidents occurring, and with the abnormal rate they would probably chose to blame him...
 
The morning came rather quickly as most of the night was spent with the treatment from the doctor. Korina was already awake but the maids found she had a fever and a slight cold from the night before. She sat In front of the fire on the floor In front of the couch with a blanket wrapped around her and tea where she could easily reach it to soothe her throat after coughing. The maids served breakfast when she woke and there was some food available for him on at table set up next to the couch in skrikers reach. It was just some oatmeal and tea, soft foods so he didn't strain himself. Frequently Korina would look back to see if he had woken yet. Some of the maids insisted she went back to her room but she wanted to be there when he woke up, to make sure he was ok and ask him the pile of questions she had for the strange man.
 
Throughout the night, he slept rather quietly though with an occasional stir due either a slight irritation from his wound or the crackling of the fire. He was used to having his guard up, even as he slept for he couldn't truly allow himself to act defenselessly in the forest, mostly due to other creatures who love to prey upon unsuspecting humans. He couldn't sleep in his hound form, he didn't know why, it was just as it was. Much like everything about his abilities he was clueless, he was born what he was with no explanation provided. He began to stir a bit more as morning came, before waking in a bit of a daze though it wasn't as bad as the night before. His mind was clearing up quickly, luckily. The first thing he took notice to was the girl from the night before, sitting upon the floor beside the couch he rested on. His pale eyes rested upon her, curiosity once again returning to him.
 
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Korina let out a loud cough, it was long and hoarse. Out from the blanket came her arm to pick up her tea cup and take a sip cringing a little as the hot liquid went down her sore throat. Despite the crackling of the fire she heard some loader stirring from the couch and she turned to see if he had awoken. A smile smile on her face appeared when she saw that indeed he had and apparently had been looking at her. "Good morning" she said quietly her voice a little hoarse. She slowly stood up the blanket still wrapped around her and pulled a chair close to the couch so she could sit and look at him "how are you feeling?" She asked glancing at his bandages.
 
He paused a moment as her eyes landed upon him, and with slight hesitation his own averted. He wasn't entirely used to receiving attention like this, normally when a human's eyes landed on him it would be out of annoyance, fear, or anger, seeing as he wasn't the best talker and his houndish form was one to quickly draw negative attentions. He knew it was because of his eyes, two hues of clouded white that would shine in the night, any normal human found them to be rather unsettling. Though he had forced his attention away it was once again caught as he heard movement and he noticed she had pulled a chair near, at her question he chose not to remain silent. "Better..." He murmured, before he thought up a question of his own. He asked it without truly thinking about it, "Are you sick...?" Skriker had taken note to her voice, she didn't truly sound all to good at the moment.
 
Korina straightened out when the question addressed to her was asked and brought the blanket a little tighter around her "it's.. Just a ... Small cold, nothing too bad" she lied and gave him a small smile, he had his own injuries to worry about not hers. And though she knew in this day in age colds could turn for the worse quickly, any sickness can, but she wasn't all too worried herself seeing she's been taking the proper precautions. She glanced around the room looking for another question to ask, not really sure of she wanted to get into personal matters just yet she looked at the food laid out for him "a-are you hungry?" She asked looking back at him. Seeing him out in the snow she had no idea where he came from, or how long he's gone with food. Thinking about the night before sent the image of the paw prints back into her head, maybe, maybe he just got attacked by wolves.
 
He glanced away a moment, he couldn't help but be worried over it, though he wouldn't know why he would fret over anyone really. Maybe it was his luck, it could affect her and things might start getting bad. He pushed that thought out of his head, he would worry over it if the time came. Besides, he had ways to fix illness he could simply request a favor from a hex or something like that. It was only then that he came to notice something else: Her smell. She held the same scent as the very girl who had carried him to this manor, so with curiosity he once again examined her. Was that why she was ill? Was it because she was forced to drag him along in the snow? He was a little bit saddened by that thought, though he was rather grateful for her actions seeing as he was still alive, he only hoped she would live too. Her question was somewhat of a reminder, he was rather hungry and he had been for a while. "A little..." He half-lied, hoping not to force her into troubling herself for him.
 

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