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Tweak says, "I am Spartacus!"

berserker_rage (berserker_rage) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-05 18:11:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 17, katara, kidnapping, legolas greenleaf, wolverine

Who: Wolverine, Katara, Legolas (posting order? And victims if they want to chime in, or we can start a new thread for the post defeat rescue)
What: Wolvy goes hunting
When: Night time
Where: Close to the altar where Aragorn and Giselle are being held
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Active

In the quiet darkness, Wolverine sat alone, knees bent in meditation. Even though beneath the surface, rage and bloodlust filled his mind, he knew better than to let that consume him completely when he was not fighting. It would fatigue him, make him less ready for combat, and less able to fulfill the needs of Dahak. His skin bumped slightly at the cool air, feeling the breeze flowing across him, lightly tickling the ends of his facial hair as he emptied his mind completely, only now and again focusing on the goals that Dahak had burned into his mind. He had to make sure that the two were on the pillar come midnight, that they would remain on the altar so that Dahak's dark spell could be cast in this world, and take all of them to another place.

It was when Logan tried to think about why he was doing it, that things didn't seem to make sense. He knew that he wanted to, but there was no logical reason for it, as if some cruicial moment of clarity that he'd had when he'd decided to serve Dahak had been stripped from him. It was annoying in a way, like a sliver in his brain that he couldn't quite get out, but every time he thought on it too much he wound up going in circles, which didn't exactly help anything, so after a long while, he finally gave it up, and focused on what he was supposed to do.

Aragorn and Giselle were sitting with their hands bound behind their back, on the wide flat space of the altar that rose up only a couple of feet from the ground. It was lavishly decorated with dark runes etched into the base of it, with a small irrigation canal that seemed to run along the edge and guide water or liquid to a crevice in the sides of the stone. What purpose it was for was rather obvious, it was to drain blood away. However, Wolverine had thankfully not cut either of them yet, despite the fact that he looked like he was often considering doing so.

Finally, Wolverine rose and stared off into the distance. There would be people coming to try to stop him from doing the Dark Lord's work. That thought had been placed into his mind hours ago, and it had lead to his desire for meditation, so that he would be fresh. He'd made traps for those who might come his way, all of which were deadly, after a fashion. There were a few trip wires that would cause large spiked logs to come swinging down from the tree tops at those who might persue. There were also a few pits which were laden with wooden spikes at the bottom of them, jagged enough that they would splinter under the skin even if someone managed to survive... and only one trap which would send a shower of arrows flying at them, mainly because that one had been too intricate to make many of, whereas his brute strength had helped make the others quick.

Sniffing the wind, he perked his head up. It was time. He could tell that they were close. Looking at the Lizardmen guarding the pair of sacrifices, he nodded and then growled lightly. "Watch the hostages. If they try to escape, kill them. I've got some annoying pests to deal with..." he said, and then leaning down, shot outward into the woods like a bullet, rustling the tree near them only slightly as he went to find those who would try to stop Lord Dahak's plan from succeeding. He might have waited for them to come to him, but then he would lose the element of surprise.

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berserker_rage
2008-10-07 12:32 am UTC (link)

Wolverine smelled them before anything else. They were close enough to fall for his traps, which meant the two of them were closer than he'd have liked them to be. Even so, all he had to do was occupy them until the promised time, and then none of it would matter. Once the hour of midnight struck then the Dark Lord would be able to complete his spell, and take them to another world, and there was little any of the heroes could do to stop them. Little did the pair know that the one they were seeking was close enough that he could smell them, and hear them, though he only caught small glimpses of them through the darkness, his body always being as still as if he were a tree himself.

The elf was the reason for that. Wolverine had never met an elf before, but whatever the creature was, it was impressive. He could tell by the lack of sound that Legolas made he was light on his feet. So light that Wolverine would have been unable to track him were it not for the fact that he could be smelled. But even his scents were odd. Not the perspiration a human might have gotten from such exertion. Indeed, there was an odd peaceful aroma about the elf, even though his demeanor seemed to speak of anger at having his friends kidnapped. But it was the eyes that were the most daunting, and why Wolverine had to be very still whenever he got within a few hundred yards of the pair. The elf's eyes seemed to pick up every little thing that was wrong with the terrain in a way that made Wolverine slightly envious. He was certainly a tracker the likes of which Wolverine had never known. It would make it all the more fun to battle him...

The woman, on the other hand, appeared to be well trained, but she carried all of the vices of a normal human, from what he could tell, though she did herself a disservice by teaming up with the elf. For though she was light of foot for a human, her footsteps next to his seemed almost clunky. The way she moved was not with the elegance the elf had either... and yet, even here, she held a confidence about her that seemed uncanny. There was something more than mere training that gave her such belief in her abilities. What it was, Wolverine could not immediately tell from watching her, but he had a sense that there was more than met the eye when it came to the young martial artist...

As they stopped in front of one of his traps he could hear Legolas point it out. Even in the dark the Elf's eyes were impeccable. Were he not cautious about being noticed, Wolverine might have growled at that. Instead he moved lightly as the pair moved around one of his traps, waiting until they came to where another one was waiting, this one a trip wire that would swing down a spiked log. Knowing that Legolas would likely manage to spot the thin chord, Wolverine decided that he'd distract them. Pressing his hands against a tree, he let the dark power Dahak had given him fill his body, easily shoving over the mighty pine tree, sending it hurtling towards the pair. If they stepped out of the way in the easiest fashion they would trip his trap... meanwhile, the berserker let the noise of the crashing tree cover his hurried footsteps as he got into place behind them. Soon it would be time to strike directly...

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