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Gender : Male
Kin/Therio type : Shaman Apprentice / Ex Hunter
Location : Appalachian Mountains
Job/hobbies : Butcher/ Music
Join date : 2016-08-14
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|Subject: Tales with Mr. Mojave. Mon Oct 31, 2016 9:10 am|| |
Hey everyone sorry for the crazy wait with my tales. I have been very busy with learning my kin type and life story what not. Which i have finally learned and will share in another topic. So you wanted to tales and i have them!
Let us begin with one that comes from my own personal experience and probably a tale that not to many know at all.
The tale of Haul Ass Howard.
Now i know what you are thinking, the name is pretty funny. Trust me it has some comedy in it. So let us begin.
Six years ago, Three in the morning i am making my rounds, walking around at night enjoying the scenery. Nothing much really going on, i could hear parties going on and mind you it was prom night not for me, i don't do that stuff. So instead i keep close to a party that my friend is in. Basically playing as the back up when stuff goes south.
Anyway i am walking around and passing up random people every now and then, no one really messed with me cause no one hated me and knew me so i always could enjoy the night air without trouble. I turn a corner and i see a group of people having a good time. I walk past till i was grabbed by my arm and found an old bud from first grade so we all hung out it was a great time. Them being heavily intoxicated i eventually had to drive them all home. ( Mind you none of this is legal at the time )
Driving around once in a while a drunk chick or guy would touch me and stuff diverting my attention from the road and wheel. Then out of nowhere a guy in rags smacks the truck and i slam on the breaks. i get out to make sure i didn't just commit manslaughter. I go to the front and notice his is just sitting there. Not talking just being a weirdo, so i tapped his shoulder and he shot up like a rocket grabbing me and hugging me. The man was raving, he was really happy though calling me Ross every time he ended a sentence.
He kept going on about how he thought i died so i played along cause i am used to people like him and it is usually better to do what they want. Then he started crying and then smiled and stopped. He asked me if i could still run as the wind blows. I said yes and asked him if he could keep up, which opened up to him saying his name. Which is Howard. So i got ready to run as did he and we booked it. ( For an older man he was fast as hell, he gave me a run for my money. ) So eventually it got very dark and all i could hear is our footsteps and breathing.
He stopped and yelled out to me "Ross you win." i stop and walk over to his voice, complimenting him. I got another hug then the truck i was driving drove up and mid hug he just vanished. Ever since that, the people in the truck were worried cause they said i ran off into the darkness talking to someone.
Apparently the stretch of road was haunted by a ghost of a homeless man that lost his mind in a war. His name was howard and he served in the marines. What conflict he was in i have no idea. Ever since that though i occasionally saw him around until i moved out of town.
Kin/Therio type : Neko (half cat)
Age : 23
Location : Utah (USA)
Job/hobbies : I'm good with animals.
Join date : 2016-07-03
|Subject: Re: Tales with Mr. Mojave. Mon Oct 31, 2016 11:30 am|| |
Howard seems like a nice guy.
Loyal to the Family
Gender : Male
Kin/Therio type : OTHER
Age : 69
Location : Seattle
Job/hobbies : Too many to list
Join date : 2016-07-22
|Subject: Re: Tales with Mr. Mojave. Tue Nov 01, 2016 11:04 pm|| |
Semper Fi !!! Great tale, Amigo!!
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