Post by Lupus on Feb 27, 2007 0:02:38 GMT -5
Lupus bounded into the sacred area, kept clean by the nomadics that lived around the area. It was at the crack of dawn. She padded into the temple of Selene. Fitting for a werewolf. Careful not to chew off the bag's straps, she set down the valise. Shaking her head and licking her muzzle, Lupus shook out the cramped feeling of holding her jaw in one position for a long period of time. She sniffed the air. No one had been here for a long time. Just how she liked it. Alone.
Lupus transformed into elf form feeling the familiar disappointing feeling of loosing her keen senses and powerful limbs. Time to get to work. She sat down on the steps next to the altar. She flipped through the book randomly trying to find a good place to start. The beginning was appropriate she though finally. Running a hand down the table of contents, she found what she was looking for. Telepathic powers of a wolf. A long since forgotten trait. She flipped to the chapter eagerly.
With no purpose to her life but to live the freedoms of a werewolf, it was completely justifiable for her to look for a book with the information she might ever need. She looked through the chapter cursorily and then flipped back to the first place. It was in Elvish and she started to translate, writing down the meanings in the common human tongue in a small blank diary, stolen from the last inn she had rested at along with the bag and some food.
For the whole day, until the sun started to set over the horizon, she poured over the book, writing down each meaning with an infuriating slow pace. Finally, she was finished. Lupus gave a long sigh and tucked the book and the translated text into the bag. Chewing on a loaf of stiff bread, she slept. The first time in a long while that she had not transformed during the night.
Lupus transformed into elf form feeling the familiar disappointing feeling of loosing her keen senses and powerful limbs. Time to get to work. She sat down on the steps next to the altar. She flipped through the book randomly trying to find a good place to start. The beginning was appropriate she though finally. Running a hand down the table of contents, she found what she was looking for. Telepathic powers of a wolf. A long since forgotten trait. She flipped to the chapter eagerly.
With no purpose to her life but to live the freedoms of a werewolf, it was completely justifiable for her to look for a book with the information she might ever need. She looked through the chapter cursorily and then flipped back to the first place. It was in Elvish and she started to translate, writing down the meanings in the common human tongue in a small blank diary, stolen from the last inn she had rested at along with the bag and some food.
For the whole day, until the sun started to set over the horizon, she poured over the book, writing down each meaning with an infuriating slow pace. Finally, she was finished. Lupus gave a long sigh and tucked the book and the translated text into the bag. Chewing on a loaf of stiff bread, she slept. The first time in a long while that she had not transformed during the night.