WingedReaver

In Dreams Jaroth woke up beside the marble grave, cold and uncomfortable. He blinked, starting to get his senses back. "Bethany?" he asked. He was answered by silence. "Bethany!" he shouted, desperately. More silence. Then he remembered. Bethany was dead. He slowly got up, dusting his clothes off. Looking around, he saw that he was in a forest – dark and mysterious. Unlike what he remembered, there was no path leading to the graveyard from anywhere. Just a forest, but a tower could be seen in the distance. He started to walk aimlessly, but a whisper, seemingly from nowhere, made him jump. "...take your brother and go to the Stahl

The Funeral Jaroth had arrived in town an hour later. He had stumbled many times, or sometimes he had stopped just to mourn over Bethany's lifeless body. A few minutes after her death her body had turned back into a human. She was beautiful, even in death. Her black hair was being played with by the breeze, as if an inkling of life remained within her. No. She was dead. Gone forever, never to return. Jaroth would look at her face every time he had such a thought, hoping that she would open her wonderful brown eyes and smile at him. The streets of the town were mostly deserted, the populace preferring the warmth of their homes in such overc

Gone Forever Jarrod hadn't returned that night. However, Bethany quickly discovered that a friend of his was also in town, and that he had stayed the night with them, obviously not wanting to disturb Jaroth and Bethany. Jaroth was still sleeping, with a peaceful expression adorning his features. Bethany looked at him lovingly, then sighed. How could their relationship continue? They were both cursed, there was a civil war and disturbing rumours were circulating, about unknown warships along the coast. Jaroth stirred. He's waking up, Bethany mused to herself. "Mhm...Beth? What time is it?" he asked, with a groggy voice. He then sat up, his

Utter Defeat "Ma'am, we're almost there." A metallic and echoing voice came through the megaphone. The helicopter Ashley was travelling in slowed down, swiftly decreasing its altitude. "Good. Took us long enough." She muttered, but her spirits lifted when she saw what awaited her on the landing site. Fourteen black trenchcoated men with matching black gloves, hoods, gas masks, and boots awaited her. They carried absolutely no markings, not even a wolf's head. Their weapons and equipment were state-of-the-art, even for Wolf standards. Despite all the equipment they had on themselves, they did not seem to be burdened in the slightest by it.

Don't Leave Me "Right. Let's just see what we have on our hands." Jaroth looked at Jarrod with hope. He was greeted with a glare from his burning red eyes. "I'll tell you what we have: Three mutts. Absolutely nothing else." "Jarrod, Light's sake, please stop being so pessimistic!" Bethany protested. "Even though I hate saying this, Bethany, Jarrod has a point," Jaroth looked at the siblings. "The best – and only – thing we can do is wait." Jarrod grunted, starting to examine his paws. Bethany as well, did the same. Jaroth smirked. They really were very similar. He tried to cheer them up. "At least your fath –" He was cu

No Surrender In the two weeks that had passed since Ashley's capitulation to the Wolves, the Kremlin had been fortified by the Loyalists with every means they had. Barbed wire, sandbags, trenches and bunkers were constructed and prepared. The fortunate Loyalist forces had managed to steal some very developed jammers from the Wolves. They would be set up on the two sides of the roof to jam any Wolf radio signals. The soldiers were outfitted with the best Loyalist equipment available. Modern gas masks, HAZMAT gear, relatively new rifles and plenty of ammunition. There were about a hundred and fifty Loyalists in total defending the building, b

It All Comes Crashing Down It had been a week since the three had been transformed into Worgen. They had hunted together, and had killed five people in total. Of course, Jaroth and Jarrod had mainly attacked their victims head on while Bethany would pounce on them from behind. That had changed. Now they were in a cage, on a cart rolling off to the Light knew where. They were unaware of it, but they were headed to Nighthaven. To be cured, at least partially. Indeed, as soon as they arrived there, they were knocked out with sharp blows to the head. Jaroth woke up after half an hour, growling in annoyance. He tried to lash out at the guard ne