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| Another Reason to Hate Vernon <3; (P - Vernon. Seth & Fara can come later) | |
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| Vernon | Mon Jul 6, 2009 4:08 am Post #16 |
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Vernon withdrew his hand as another vine moved to hold up Tracyn's head. He was surprised and annoyed the feeble werewolf wasn't doing more to resist, but at the same time was pleased for a reason for the show to go on. "Now for this part you're going to need to speak up. I'm gonna fetch you your favorite part of lamb and you're gonna eat it, but if you say nothing I'm gonna make sure you eat every last bit of the creature down to the bone, maybe past that too. Would help toughen you up a bit I suppose," Vernon grinned as he pulled out his poisoned blade. The poison would never get to have it's effect, but the blade drolled with excitement anyways. "Front legs?" Vernon asked casually above the screams before probly choping of said appendages. He didn't wait for an answer before waving his pets off and moving on. "Back Legs?" Vernon grinned sadistically before amputating the remaider of the lamb's limbs. "Meaty little thight?" A swift blow dividing the lamb's body into two part. It was still alive... for the moment. "Still warm heart? Or Fleshy tonuge," Vernon laughed before delivering a slice to make the creature's head roll. "Course if you'd like to eat something else instead please let me know," Vernon grinned expected the creature to go for the same trap Seth and many others fell for. |
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| Tracyn | Mon Jul 6, 2009 3:34 pm Post #17 |
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Tracyn seemed to grow a bit greener when the topic of eating the poor lamb came up. Along with being a pacifist he was also a strict vegetarian on the thought that every living thing deserved to live their life naturally. It was that coupled with the dear fact that he had tried so hard to keep it alive while it was in Vernon’s clutches. He would have attempted a vain chance at healing but he was far too weak. It was clear that he was barely hanging onto consciousness now, despite the uncomfortable position he found himself in. “I can’t... I can’t eat it, please don’t make me…” Tracyn pleaded despite his knowing that a being this cruel would hardly care. Why did Vernon have to hurt other things to get to him? Why could Vernon not find satisfaction on torture of only him, why? Tracyn groaned and looked away from the lamb that was dead at his feet. |
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| Vernon | Mon Jul 6, 2009 6:46 pm Post #18 |
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Vernon pondered over the reply. He didn't have to honor it, but for now there was more fun to be found elsewhere. Vernon sighed. "Sure, I'll get you something else then," Vernon grinned before licking the blood off of the blade. He put way the lengthy blade, but did not stay unarmed for long. His tail flicked one of his daggers to his hand. "A little taste of yourself ought to do the trick," Vernon grinned as he walked towards Tracyn. "Which finger should go first though?" Vernon asked as he looked over his ten options. Venon didn't wait for answer and without warned snatched up one of Tracyun's pinkies. Removing it was a simple task and fortunately for the werewolf, Vernon opted to use one of the less painful methods, painfully pulling the finger back as possible and then making a quick swipe with his dagger. "Open your mouth or I'll have the joy of shoving it down throat.....Better yet don't open your mouth," Vernon laughed. |
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| Tracyn | Tue Jul 7, 2009 12:56 am Post #19 |
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There was a slight wave of relief that washed over when Vernon actually agreed, but it was probably for the worse which left an uneasy feeling in his gut. Then the mention of himself brought him to be quite pale. Cannibalism caused Tracyn to get nauseous as it was, but to eat his own flesh made the healer grow sick to his stomach. If there was any good coming out of this though, it was that the sheep wouldn’t be part of the main course. Another yelp escaped his lips as Vernon sliced the digit away from his hand. There was no way for Tracyn to comply to Vernon’s demand though as he was frozen in place with a nausea that was brought to its full when the finger was removed. The healer’s hands clenching was his only sign of still being semi-aware of what was still going on. |
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| Vernon | Tue Jul 7, 2009 4:46 am Post #20 |
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Vernon could visibly see the pansies face turn green. Such a lovely color. It suited the werewolf well. It would make the task of feeding the werewolf a challenge, but most certainly not an unwelcome challenge. Didn't look like the chap would be up for much longer, though. Vernon didn't have anything by ways of healing and didn't care to get any such means. He would just have to wait for the Werewolf to come to later. It wasn't so bad when there was plenty fun to be had in the mean time. "Good choice," Vernon as he traced around Traycn's lips with the amputated finger. Afterward he promptly dug into the foolish little tresspasser's chin with his claw. The opposite claw holing the pinky pushed on the nose as Vernon brought the jaw down. He excitedly expected chunks to come out. A good tilt up of the head would offer quite the show if that were the case. The fool might choke on his own vomit. A swift blow the gut would make sure it wasn't fatal. Though that would likely mark the end of round one. If the vile volcano did not erupt, then dropping in the finger would easy enough and likely trigger it anyways . |
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| Tracyn | Wed Jul 8, 2009 1:07 am Post #21 |
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Tracyn shuddered and gave a slight spasm that indeed broke him free of Vernon’s grasp. Collapsing to his knees and groaning before the inevitable happened to someone so disturbed. The swamp hid the worst of it, and the smell hardly arose past the stench of the surrounding area, but the affect to him was still quite clear. The healer lost his consciousness again and collapsed into his own bile. The blood still flowed quite freely from his hand adding with the rest to make a stench that was unbearable for most. To Vernon however, it would probably be something along the lines of delightful. |
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| Vernon | Wed Jul 8, 2009 9:22 pm Post #22 |
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Weakling gave out before Vernon could get ready. What a pain, but in hindsight it was a surprise the pansy's feeble little stomach had lasted so much. Vernon stabbed the uninjured had with his dagger, but Looks weren't at all decieving. The wimp was completely knocked out. Pity he didn't get to have more fun with the fool. Vernon knelt down and wiped around the inside of Traycn's mouth with the amputated finger before tossing the finger into his own mouth and attempting to guess Traycn's last meal. Sure Traycn was supposed to eat it, but Vernon would just have to catch the wimp a fresh one when he was ready for round two. Getting step up was simple. The wimp's limp body was easy enough and the sheep was quite dead. The Sleigh made moving them to the small dry island in the middle of deep crodile infested waters effortless. Vernon didn't know much about healing or care to know for that matter, but he ripped Tracyn's shirt and used it to keep the stub where the wimp's finger used be from bleeding too much. A healer might come in hand in the future, but not a pansy like this. He'd no doubt rending the shirt to shreds before the night was over. Getting set up was simple enough. He painted Trayn's body red with the lamb's blood, even letting the remained wet the Wimp's hair. He didn't bother to clean the bile out of tracyn's mouth put a little blood in ther along with the sheep's heart which too big for Vernon to half to worry about choking. Given their location restraints were hardly needed, but Vernon had vines bind Traycn's feet anyways. Didn't need him to try and ruin the fun by feeding the crocodiles. Vernon had pondered keeping his whip's blade in the wimp prevent the return of magic, but decided againt it. All his magic would only give more play time if it managed to return so quickly. Now all that was left to do was wait. Vernon tried his hand at spending the time practicing his juggling act with the sheep's eyes and other organs. |
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| Tracyn | Sat Jul 11, 2009 12:36 am Post #23 |
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Tracyn’s sleep did not go pleasantly for the events that had just transpired haunted him dreams. It happened again and again in his mind as he was forced to watch the sheep be torn to pieces. He occasionally groaned or cried softly in his sleep while Vernon went about whatever business he was conducting. The healer finally awoke with a slight gasp only to find a strange thing stuck in his mouth. He tasted blood, and whatever was in his mouth held a similarly organic taste. Tracyn’s sight shifted to the light level and he realized that he was coated in a red liquid which was none other than blood. Tracyn tried to scream but his voice was muffled by whatever was in his mouth. The healer spat it out and instantly recognized it which brought for another scream of horrification. A heart was resting in his blood soaked lap and he felt mortified yet again. Tracyn then realized just what Vernon was up to and he gagged, “P-p-please let me g-go… please…” |
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| Vernon | Sat Jul 11, 2009 1:30 am Post #24 |
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Vernon was begining to wonder if the pup would ever wake up, though a muffled scream put an end to that. And so round two began. Vernon snatched each of the organs out of the air one by one with his mouth and licked his lips before returning his full attention to the captive werewolf. He begged to go. "Pup wants to go so soon? But the fun's only just begun. But I guess I do have a heart," Vernon grinned before plucking the heart out of Traycn's lap. Vernon gave it a squeeze squirting more blood in Tracyn's face. "If you really want a go, just kill the lamb and take a few bites," Vernon grinned before taking a bite out of the heart and tossing it back at Tracyn. He summoned another lamb before Tracyn, this one was even younger and innocent looking than the last. He highly doubted Tracyn was that deperate to escape the Marsh, but perhaps there would be some improvement, Tracyn knew what would happen should he fail. Course it was likely going to happen anyways should Traycn succeed, but the lil' pup didn't need to know that and it probably didn't even cross the naive fool's mind. |
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| Tracyn | Sat Jul 11, 2009 2:00 am Post #25 |
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Tracyn made a face when Vernon ate the organs and he flinched away when the heart was taken from his lap and squirted the blood. What could have made Vernon so cruel? He trembled and brought his knees up to his chest wrapping his arms around them in an effort to find comfort. When another lamb appeared it nearly broke his heart. It was the same demand, but this time he knew what would happen should he disagree. It was a mentally stressing issue, and the sheep’s innocence only added to the distress. He began to cry softly as he debated the morally stressing issue. If he killed it, then it would go against everything he ever tried but if he didn’t he would leave it to a far worse death. He lived to preserve life, but this was out of his realm. The choice was clear, and he hated it. Crying the whole time he gently moved his hands to the sheep’s neck. The knowledge of anatomy helped in all things, even in the most horrific of things. Tracyn’s fingers found veins in the sheep’s neck where he gently applied pressure which cut off the blood flow to the animal’s brain. Tracyn gave a sob as the sheep rested its head and closed its eyes for the last time. The healer recoiled in horror at what he had just done and he backed off, “No, no, no, no, no…” He began tugging at his hair and rocked back and forth in dismay. It was never his intention to use its death to escape and he still would refuse to eat it, but the other fate would have been far worse than anything he would have done to it. He had done the thing he never would have thought he would do, even if it was only an animal. |
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| Vernon | Sun Jul 12, 2009 12:28 am Post #26 |
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The result was utterly delightful to watch. He certainly needed to do this more often. He might have to thank the pup for helping think of it, though the werewolf certainly didn't deserve the escape death would provide. Perhaps be nice and let the poor thing go despite how much fun the abomination was, though Vernon was curious as to how long it would take to snap Tracyn's psyche and mold him into a heartless psychotic killer. Chances were that was far away with as much a pansy as this shameful disgrace of a werewolf was. Vernon was surprised that the wimp manged to get the first part done. It was more creative than what Vernon suggested which actually meant the werewolf had thought of killing someone by these means before. Was he a reformed killer or simply a wolf sleeping deep inside a sheep waiting for the right moment to slaughter? No matter the answer the result was fun to watch. "Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes," Vernon snickered in reply as he stepped towards Tracyn. "It was easy wasn't you're only upset because you know deep down inside that you liked it. I didn't even have to tell you how to kill him, which means it's been on your mind before. You're so close to freedom. Just eat its heart and you can go free," Vernon grinned softly as he hopped down beside Tracyn. Addled as the werewolf's mind the was, there was no fear of Tracyn accomplishing anything if violence crossed the wimp's mind. The thought of the wimp resulting to physical violence didn't even strike Vernon's mind. "But, If you can't do that you'll stay with me and you'll have to give me your hand," Vernon snickered as he held out his hand expectantly waiting for Tracyn's. Vernon expected that he would have fetch Tracyn's hand himself, but Tracyn was a weak little lamb, the sort that could easily be led with the proper incentive. |
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| Tracyn | Sun Jul 12, 2009 2:47 am Post #27 |
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Tracyn listened to Vernon’s words with numbed attention as he stared at his own bloody hands. Despite the fact that it was not the blood of something he killed it was still symbolic. There was blood on his hands now, and it was a stain on his morality that would stay with him forever. Then something Vernon said about eating what he had just killed made something in the werewolf snap. He, in an instant, became overwhelmed with hate, anger, and bile and he turned on Vernon with a look totally unlike himself. In his moment of pure hatred his were-half got the better of him and he turned forth into the werewolf he was. The werewolf growled and Vernon, having lost none of its anger but rather it gained more in the process. Yet something stayed his claw from striking the rat that frankly deserved it; he had killed one thing to be sure and even if the death of Vernon would bring more good than bad it was still a life. Tracyn continued to growl and snarl at Vernon as he backed off and away from the fiend. He began to flee from Vernon’s abode as quickly as his newly-strengthened body could, which was rather fast indeed. Given a head start he would surely escape the beasts of the swamp save for one issue. The werewolf halted before the water as he came to realize the fact that he was on an island. There were things lurking underneath as well seeing as the water rippled with their movements. Probably something with lots of teeth knowing Vernon’s habits thus far. It was a decision but one that he made rather quickly; face the risk of being mauled by whatever was in the water on his swim to the shore or face Vernon. He would take his chances and so after launching into the water as far as he could he began the dog paddle towards the shore. Tracyn could feel the water shifting around him as something began to stalk him. The werewolf quickened his pace but it was too slow to avoid the jaw that clamped down on his leg. He howled in pain as he struggled to free his leg from the beast’s jaw, but it was too late to escape for it had the leg in its grasp. The crocodile started the thrash and writhe in the water effectively tearing flesh and breaking bone as it spun. By some miracle, or perhaps by Vernon in hopes for a chase, though the crocodile loosened its grasp on the leg by just enough for Tracyn to free himself and quickly reach the shore. The werewolf was moving not quite as fast as he was with the disabled limb but he was moving quickly anyways. |
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| Vernon | Sun Jul 12, 2009 5:43 pm Post #28 |
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Vernon grinned as he struck a cord and the werwolf shifted forms. Vernon was surprised by the change but not by the action taken. Vernon hopped onto his feet as the werewolf got up. There was a feral gleam deep in Traycn's eyes, but fear filled them more readily. Vernon step towards him as Tracyn began to back away. Vernon knew there was no where to go any nowhere to hide. Tracyn had miles to span in any direction before he could make his escape and the marsh would fight him every step of the way. Vernon pondered following him until the poor werewolf tired himself out as the werewolf jumped into the water. Vernon jumped into his sleigh and commanded his ingrate bats to take chase. He could have chased the young pup personally, but that defeated the purpose of having pets and was certainly more work than Vernon felt like doing. Tracyn's mode of swimming was laughably inefficent and as was expected did not go uninterrupted. If only the poor pup knew all of the swimming he'd have to do to claim his escape. Vernon grinned at Tracyn's futility. Vernon pondered letting the corcs play with Tracyn more, but decided against it, after all he didn't want his pets claiming all the fun. Vernon roared at the beasts while tossing a rat into the waters near by, it was the closest thing on hand and Vernon certainly had no shortage of rodents. The crocs backed off turning their attention instead to the tossed rat, though most were quite annoyed they didn't get to taste the werewolf. The damage done was noticable when Tracyn got out of the water, though the werewolf was probably too high on Adrenline to notice or to even think that running with the leg was only making the damage worse and would only cause more pain when he settled down. Vernon pulled out his Sling shot and a few pellets and began to aim at the fleeing fugitive. He let one of his favorite pellets fly through the air towards Tracyn's back. Upon contact it would explode and send sizzling acid in every direction, making even misses dangerous and painful. "Don't think you'll be escaping that easily," Vernon jeered as the bats began closing the distance between them. |
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| Tracyn | Sun Jul 12, 2009 6:10 pm Post #29 |
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Indeed the werewolf paid his injured leg little mind as he tore through the swamp. It didn’t hinder him nearly as much as it would have should he have been human. Tracyn had a steady pant going and was totally focused in on running from this swamp as fast as he possibly could. He didn’t even notice the flapping of bat wings above him. There was thump against his back for a brief moment, and then he felt some kind of liquid splattered over. It took a second but then he began to realize that the liquid was eating away at his fur and then skin shortly there after. Tracyn howled in pain again but his adrenaline kept him going. It would take a bit more than that to stop a werewolf going full steam. |
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| Vernon | Mon Jul 13, 2009 1:42 am Post #30 |
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A direct hit, but not enough to even slow the fellow down. He wondered how many the werewolf could take and keep going. He wasn't in the mood to test it but he aimed another pellet at the running were. Before letting it fly through the air Vernon wove a spell to coat the green pellet with a vile aura. The spell would turn the Lycan's speed against him by wearing away his agility and dexterity making the werewolf clumsy. It wouldn't take many steps after the acidic pellet's splash until the werewolf came tumbling down in a most unceremonious fashion. Even with his injured leg he was moving fast enough to be in for a world of hurt when he tripped. It was simply delicous. |
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