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Seth walked up to the strange destroyed castle, and said to himself, "WOW it's HUGE!" The castle seemed to be as big as the town! The walls were either cracked, eroded, or completely destroyed but the castle itself seemed to remain intact. "I wonder what happened here?" He says looking around. The wind seemed to echo off the abandoned castle walls giving Seth the chills. "Okay, for Namari. Find a Wind-Wolf and take it to her." Seth could here the graceful howl of one echo off the castle wall. A few years ago a pack of them moved in to the castle, fighting one was hard, FINDING one was even harder. They seemed to know the ways of the castle. Seth shuddered, his parents would KILL him if they knew he was out here. "Well here I go." He said taking his first step to the castle entrance.
"Aye a ten year vet?" Steele said then leaps out and tackles Seth to the ground. "How did ye ever survive ten years hinny?" He says brashfully smiling.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
One of the punches hits Steele in the face and he falls backwards. "What twas that fore lad!? He says standing up getting angry. "I have half ti mind to break yer neb and hoy you in thee lake!"
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
Break my what? Seth thought to himself before saying, "You attacked me and for your information I didn't come here for a fight! Well...I did...but not with you!" Seth looked up when he heard another graceful howl from a wind-wolf and from the looks of things, the other teen could hear it too.
"Aye a wind-wolf IS a ghostdaddy lad. Tell me have ye lost yer nit? What could ye possibly be after a ghostdaddy for?" He says getting angry. Wind-Wolves were sacred to the Kraven pack who believed wind-wolves were cousin to the werewolves.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."
"Well I just need it to..uh...have a friend see it." He says getting a tad nervous. "It's not like I need it for a Resurrection spell or something like that because that would just be stupid." Seth nervously says seeing Steele getting angry.
Steele cocked an eyebrow at the boy. Whatever he was planning on doing he didn't like it. "Well hinny, if it's a ghostdaddy yer after I'll help. But ye must promise, NO KILLING." Steele says brashfully poking Seth on the forehead.
"Ah'm nothin' like me' fatha', nd' ah'll sure as hell keep it that way."