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Serisegala — Tales of Hope - comic 1.1
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Published: 2011-04-02 11:36:13 +0000 UTC; Views: 1870; Favourites: 24; Downloads: 83
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Remis Square, Kinta City, night - weather: cold, humid, slight rain. Shops around the gloomy square were closed a whole while ago since it’s beginning to enter in to a 2 a.m slot. Streets were empty, partially covered by shadows of down graveled trees, age old benches and scrawny looking lamp posts; a silhouette wondering around behind an alleyway.Towards the city’s entrance, dimly lit by a few dead lamp post, an entrance guard stood up and greeted the silhouette, “Welcome to Kinta City, traveler. You’re a bit late, I’m afraid. The city is pretty much asleep now.”
Within the shadows of the Belum Forest, the said figure appeared, revealing himself but not much could be seen since he was hooded completely. “Thank you and it’s okay. I was just hoping to find a place to stay for the rest of the night.”
The guard couldn’t recognize the face of the hooded traveler. “You might try the inn near the City Square. It should be able to accommodate a room for you.” He suggested
Despite being covered completely, the guard could at least make out a smile from him, probably delighted to hear the suggestion. “Thanks. I’ll be going then.”
The traveler bid and proceeded towards the city square. As he was walking along the shops, he caught a glimpsed of the inn that the guard mentioned earlier on. The light was on and dimly lit figures were seen moving about in the inn.
He continued walking but was quickly interrupted by some rustling, coming over from a nearby bush. He stopped and scrutinized his surroundings, trying to identify the mysterious sound. A dark figure slowly emerge from the bushes; a tall figure, male, considering he had wide shoulders and armed with a dagger.
“Well, well, well. Aren’t we a bit late now?” said the bandit.
“I should say the same about you, buddy.” The traveler replied.
“Buddies, eh? Well then, ‘buddies’ lend each other money, don’t they?”
The traveler turned his body towards the bandit, “Well, I don’t know. I don’t have that many friends.”
“That’s too bad… Oh well –“ Just as soon as the bandit spoke, he charged towards the traveler with his large dagger, targeting the traveler’s chest.
CHAAK!!
The dagger had penetrated the traveler’s chest, “Hehehe, you’re an easy one.” The egoistic bandit said proudly. His victim slowly fell to his feet, blood seen to be dripping from his chest, generating a red puddle of crimson blood on the ground.
“… is that all you’ve got, sissy?” The traveler boldly spoke.
“You son of a biat-DOWNHH!! The bandit yelp.
A fist had landed beneath the chin of the bandit. The blow was hard and that set the predator flying a few feet up from the ground, landing flat on his back with a loud thud.
“You chose the wrong guy to mess with, bub.” The traveler said as he lifted off his hooded robe, revealing the person underneath. Standing at 7 foot and a half, a werewolf with large muscular arms were pumped right up and ready to fight, powerhouse body that revealed how thick and strong his body was. The wound from the dagger was visible through the werewolf’s canary yellow and amber sleeveless jacket.
The bandit quickly got on his feet and began to tremble. As soon as he noticed his error in attacking the traveler, who was actually a werewolf in disguise, he was beginning to fear his actions, “Dammit! Dammit! A Werewolf?! Out of all the beastmen and I have to attack a werewolf? Shit!” He thought to himself.
The ruckus was noticed by the inn’s patrons and they quickly got out to see what was going on. Fearing that he would be caught by the authority, or worse, being killed by a werewolf, the bandit swiftly fled the scene. The muscled wolf watched as he fled.
After the bandit was gone, the powerhouse werewolf turned his attention towards the inn patrons, who were shocked from the events that had just occurred, worried about his wellbeing. They rushed towards him and invited the muscled wolf in.
Within moments, the large canid was treated with great hospitality, served with a warm cup of tea and some biscuits. Although some patron thought that it was inappropriate, considering werewolves basically eat meat, but on the contrary and dismay, the male was happily scuffing down the biscuits and drank his scalding tea. Heck, he even commented on how delicious they were!
Baffled by this, one of the people asked the wolf, “Pardon me sir, but may we know your name?”
The wolf fell silent for a moment but as he finished off his remaining tea, he was ready to reveal his name, “Canem. William Oliver F.I.E Canem.”
Another was eager to question him, a younger one, “What kind of werewolf eats cookies and drinks tea?”
There were a few gasp and horrified look around, worrying that the question might upset the injured beastman, “I’m not your average werewolf, little girl.
I’m, what you say, a mix.”
“A mix???” The inn keeper exclaimed.
“Yes. Notice my big ears and overly fluffed tail?”
They began to quickly observe the wolf’s ears and tail. The little girl said happily, “Oh! I see. You’re a bunny-wolf!” Others began to ‘uh’ and ‘ooh’ and ‘awe’ as they began to see the logic in it.
“Correct. So, that means I eat veggies too. Cookies included,” the bunnywolf happily replied.
Some mild chatter sprung in the inn, mostly regarding the previous attack and the bunnywolf’s unique traits. The wolf yawned silently, covering part of his mouth. This was quickly noticed by the innkeeper and he was quick enough to offer a room. “Oh dear! You must be tired. Please, rest. Let me show you to your room. Come.”
Since he was tired from the long walk and un expected brawl, the bunnywolf accepted the offer absentmindedly and went off to bed.
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