11-04-2014, 11:25 PM
"She's not lying..." Brayden stepped out the closet after Leo's door was slammed shut. "A lot of us have caused a lot of things in our past. That book probably has the worst of it about us. About the blood cycle."
He sat down on the bed all while Leo paced around in an effort to vent to calm himself. He began to read through the book, before the page on werewolves came to eye. He sat it down if Leo wanted to read through it, but he was going to paint just a small scenario of the situation down.
"It was in Wales, right around the post days of the Anglo-Saxons and the birth of the Normand conquests. There was an entire month of it, the moon in constant peak. Each night there was death, the figures torn practically to ribbons and a few missing figures here and there. Each night, the murders intensified until the kingdom was barely left standing around. Some Templars began to rise to the occasion and solve the murders only to come to a realization that the culprit was several and they were frightening beasts. A vast majority of them were slain before they could find an appropriate cause to put an end to them. Silver, dismembering the head from the body. Only one person was left breathing and he was far from unscathed, cursed to shift like the beasts had done every full moon."
It was a small tale, but there were plenty of others about how terrifying werewolves were. "There were recent murders as well during this cycle, but leave it to the blind eye, it was mountain lions. As much as your mother and your family are people I rather not be around, why would they harm you or him despite knowing the risk you both pose to them. I have to agree with her, someone on our end set this up."
He sat down on the bed all while Leo paced around in an effort to vent to calm himself. He began to read through the book, before the page on werewolves came to eye. He sat it down if Leo wanted to read through it, but he was going to paint just a small scenario of the situation down.
"It was in Wales, right around the post days of the Anglo-Saxons and the birth of the Normand conquests. There was an entire month of it, the moon in constant peak. Each night there was death, the figures torn practically to ribbons and a few missing figures here and there. Each night, the murders intensified until the kingdom was barely left standing around. Some Templars began to rise to the occasion and solve the murders only to come to a realization that the culprit was several and they were frightening beasts. A vast majority of them were slain before they could find an appropriate cause to put an end to them. Silver, dismembering the head from the body. Only one person was left breathing and he was far from unscathed, cursed to shift like the beasts had done every full moon."
It was a small tale, but there were plenty of others about how terrifying werewolves were. "There were recent murders as well during this cycle, but leave it to the blind eye, it was mountain lions. As much as your mother and your family are people I rather not be around, why would they harm you or him despite knowing the risk you both pose to them. I have to agree with her, someone on our end set this up."