Woah, look! I'm doing the inevitable and foreseeable. I'm putting up five facts about myself. This is in resonse to my father's blog post that was in response to Polar B.'s request for five facts about everyone. So...

1. My father is the blogger over at Bartleby Scrivining.

2. I play the flute.

3. I have very biarre firends who call me late at night and leave two minute messages on my answering machine.

4. People who call my cell phone as a wrong number usually leave a baffled message. Not something I find very agreeable. So now my voicemail sports something to ward off these wrong number messages.

5. I have a lot of characters that I use in various roleplays, stories and poems. The grand total at last count (a week ago) was 315.

and just for fun I'm going to add in a special bonus...

**6. I live in a house that contains three humans, three cats, two gerbils, and twenty seven various tropical finches. All of them are named. Except the gerbils. Who have a collective name becase they're identical. They are known as- Panda-Yuki!

The wolf-like creatures had since passed through the village which now lay in ruins. They had fared well, taking with them plenty of food and burning anything they had no use for. The villagers had fled safely, most of them, into the grasslands. They were able to hide and not been seen, for most of them were shorter than the grasses among which they stood.

The lycanthropes (as good a description as one can give for them), loathed the villagers. The two species were natural enemies when one got down to the core of the problem. Had been ever since the strange, emerald furred creatures had first appeared on the land around here.

That was the strange thing. These beings had not been here for so long, but had simply appeared. I suppose it was a slow migration from wherever they were from, but no one was sure where they originally came from in the first place.

The green beings (who called themselves Jense [Jenz]- Jensi [Jens-eye] being the plural) had double pairs of ears which overlapped one another. their heads were vaguely feline in appearence, but their faces were slightly longer than in felines. The three most distiguishing features about this race are their double ears, emerald fur, and the fact that on their 'hands' there are only three stubby fingers. Their feet had two toes, stubby and thickly padded on the bottom.

The lycanthropes and the Jensi quarreled greatly over food sources, so it came as no suprise to anyone that lycanthropes raided the villages of the Jense or vice versa.

{{ Sorry, I went kind of off the story tonight. Had a few things which needed to be described. ~~T.C. }}

He had reached the source of the smoke. standing at the edge of still smouldering rubble the man surveyed the scene in front of him. Cobblestoned streets were streaked with ash, arrows protruded from windowsills of the various walls that still stood. He walked into the small town, isolated and in the middle of nowhere.

Those beasts had gotten here ahead of him, ripping their own flesh-tearing path through the countryside. He sighed in a dejected sort of way. Pulling the brim of his hat up his gaze scanned the remains of the town. There was the inn, the pub, a bakery...

he paused. Something was very wrong here. Where were the residents? It was as if the whole place had been some elaborate stage, set up and burned purposefully. He kicked at some of the charcoaled wood from the beams of the inn. This was certainly food for thought.

Around the corner of one remaining wall peered a pair of lime green eyes filled with loating. Had this-this creature wreaked such havoc upon what was once such a peaceful town? The green hackles on the back of the watcher's neck rose in anger. It bared its sharp teeth and slinked back behind the wall that hid it from view.

Days passed, the suns rose and set over moutains and valleys. The man continued to run, his chestnut and red streaked hair flying into his face regularly. He had stopped long enough to wash his hands in another stream he'd run across, but he knew he was still being pursuied. It was only a matter of time...

He was at the edge of the seemingly endless forest. In front of him streched grasslands, their green livliness dancing in the mild summer breeze. His face, which was sillouetted agianst the sun, was composed of sharp angles. He couldn't have been more than twenty-ish.

Making his descision quickly he headed foreward, toward a spot qhere smoke blew off the plains and into the sky, marking some kind of presence at least. He hoped it wasn't hostile. He placed a widebrimmed black hat on his head, hiding his features in shadow. He wasn't keen on letting his identity go ahead of him.

The creatures broke through the forest at the edge of the creek but the man was already gone. They turned their unannily wolf-like heads in all directions, attempting to locate his scent or a sign of where he had gone.

All three of them stood over six feet tall, their bodies covered in a fine coat of hair. Their amber eyes reflected he moonlight in circles of color and their bodies reflected a silvery white. They looked awkward standing on two legs.

Their hands were padded on the bottom, but their hands had jointed fingers, fingernails like claws finishing their sinister appearance. The tallest, who was by far the one with the most gray in its fur gestured towards the forest and they faded into the night.

This was however, not the end of their pursuit.