wolfish lover
March 23rd, 2009, 11:43 PM
The story that i have been working on is aproximetly 24 pages long, and much of it extremely rough and unfinished. but here is a scene that i have written literally five minutes before this post. hope you enjoy and i would appreciate any suggestions.
ps might be kinda confusing as this snipet does not provide many details about the main character, but hope you still enjoy it
“They were closing in, there is no escape… I, am going to die.” I stopped, better to die with dignity then be slaughtered like a cull, I turned, already the howls of the Wolves growing louder, I stood my ground, me, a human would stand no chance against a pack of Wolves, but I would give it my best, listening I estimated there numbers only to be six, but one was enough for the job they had in mind. I waited for them to break into the clearing, as they neared, my heart began to beat faster, the world, once again seemed to focus, vitality flooded into my tired limbs “adrenaline,” supplied my exhausted mind, but no, this was more, much more, the barks and howls of the Wolves were loud, too loud, they must have been more then half a mile away yet I could Smell there stench. Frightened, my mind reeling from the abrupt sensory input, my knees buckled, I was now horrified, what was happening? Terrified I retreated to the back of my mind, shutting my eyes and covering my ears, yet even these measures did nothing to help me, and for once in my life, I knew what it meant to “snap” I could feel my sanity stretched thin, pulling apart even as these thoughts raced through my mind, and then, I broke, but instead of losing consciousness or dropping all thought at all, my mind went into overdrive, lost, I wandered through memories that were not my own, the taste of warm flesh, the glory of running on four legs, the power of existing as an animal, the companionship of a pack, And then, the Change, the snap of bones and tear of skin, the shift in senses, sounds dulling, colors fading, power weaning, I seemed to drift through these memories for days, weeks, even lifetimes, after almost an eternity of hunting, killing, and living, I knew what had to be done.
My eyes snapped open, I was curled on the ground, I stood up, not on two legs, but on four. The wolves were close now, only several hundred feet away, I looked into the sky, seeing every distinct crater on the moon, feeling its radiance wash over my face, almost without my authority, I turned to the sky, jaws parted, I began to howl, an unearthly call of love, sorrow and pain, the very air seemed to vibrate with my voice, I called until I could not go on, chest emptied of air. I opened my eyes, understanding for the first time, what true silence is. Predictably the Wolves pursuing me had fallen silent. The entire forest seemed to be waiting, yearning for my song, “ironic” I calmly thought “that I would become the very thing I fear, and love, so much” I turned as the first wolf broke into the clearing, it tripped, startled, expecting to see a human boy, not a Wolf. Other Wolves began to enter the clearing all with similar reactions to my presence. In their eyes I could see, intense fear, and my own reflection, a wolf, darker then night, eyes shining an intense blue, body lithe and compact. As I saw them, I felt pity, not and ounce of it for myself. I knew, I don’t know how, but I knew, they were all going to die tonight, by my teeth and my claws. The largest, the leader most likely, stepped forward, sinking into a crouch, lips pulled over yellow teeth in a feral snarl. He was easily twice my size, but it did not worry me in the slightest, as my dad had always told me, the bigger they are the harder they fall. Without any sign to warn me, he lunged, composed I watched as he launched himself off the ground, the world slowed to almost a standstill, I watched as he began to glide through the air towards me mouth agape in the smile of an undertaker. I waited, he was now only a foot away from me, eyes alight with anticipation, I stepped to the side turning as I did so, moving quicker then I would have ever thought possible ten minutes ago. I opened my jaws, catching the throat of the wolf now flying past me. As I felt my teeth close around fur flesh and meat, I clenched my jaws, cutting into the skin, and with one jerk, down and towards myself, it was all over.
I turned away from the now dead leader, lying where he had hit the ground, throat torn out. I walked closer to the surrounding wolves, all of them staring at me wide eyed, slowly I lowered the piece of flesh in my mouth, and dropped it into the dust in front of them, disgusted by the taste of foul blood.
Filled with sorrow of what I had to do, I began to kill. The first wolf, still dumbfounded by the death of its pack leader, I killed by biting into the back of its neck, without a sound, it slumped to the ground, never to rise again. This woke the others out of their reverie. I looked into the second wolfs eyes, seeing terror for an instant before they were closed forever. The third and fourth wolf were similarly dispatched, throats torn out and necks snapped. The fifth, and last wolf however was prepared. As I gazed into this wolfs eyes, I saw not terror, but calculation, I could see he knew the chance of his survival was not good, and yet, he did not seem afraid, only resigned to what fate had deemed to give him. It hit me then, the buffoon I had killed first was no more leader then I was god. The wolf I was now staring down was a cold hearted killer, I could see it in the red glow of his eyes. I knew that this would be my greatest test yet.
I stepped away allowing the leader, time to prepare. I would fight dirty if the odds were against me, but killing this wolf without honor seemed wrong, he nodded to me, almost thankful, and without crouching, and almost without and sign at all, the wolf lunged, this was not and ungraceful leap, it was a dive for my throat and life, timed and executed in near perfection, I ducked, unable to move quick enough to dodge completely, the wolf skimmed over my head, but before he passed totally over me, he twisted in the air as a cat would, and in this new position, reached his jaws down, and tore the tip of my ear clean off, with a barely suppressed growl of anger, my calm began wavered, I had underestimated the agility of my opponent, I stood and wheeled about, trying to keep the wolf in my sights, he was already up and preparing another attack on me, but before he could do more then tense his legs, I was on him, I grabbed onto one of his front legs, jaws snapping closed, breaking more then one bone and severing all muscle, with a yelp of pain, he wrenched his leg away, and bounded off, now using only three legs, again sorry that I would have to kill him, I began to walk around him, taking advantage of his handicap. I feigned to the left and lunged to the right, attempting to grab his other leg, but before I could get my teeth around anything I felt strong jaws latch onto my neck, frightened for the first time, I tried to pull free, but could not, my composure was now gone, anger taking its place, a red veil seemed to drift in front of my eyes, and with an almighty buck I tore his teeth from my fur, without backing away I lunged for his back leg, teeth sinking deep into his upper thigh, I released him and danced away before he could get his teeth into my neck again. I looked into his eyes, and surprised that I could still see no fear or anger in them, only the will to survive, and recognition of his own mortality. Filled with more sadness then ever before, I knew I had to end it soon, to end his suffering one way or the other. With this thought held in my head I lunged for his throat, only to be met with his own lunge, we collided in midair. Both of us twisting to keep our feet under us, in a moment of forgetfulness the wolf landed on his injured paw, with another yelp of pain, he cringed away, pulling his paw up and dropping his guard, I jumped forward and grabbed his throat quickly sinking my teeth into the skin. I had no strength to rip free as I had hoped to do, so I was forced to watch, as the eyes of the most dignified and honorable killer I had ever met, began to fade. Red fading into a maroon, and then to black, I listened as his heart began to stutter, and with a final, resonating thump, stilled. Job done I released him, jaw aching and face caked with blood. I stood, turned to the north, already anticipating our meeting. I began to walk slowly, but surely away from the field of massacre, the field of death, and the field of my life.
ps might be kinda confusing as this snipet does not provide many details about the main character, but hope you still enjoy it
“They were closing in, there is no escape… I, am going to die.” I stopped, better to die with dignity then be slaughtered like a cull, I turned, already the howls of the Wolves growing louder, I stood my ground, me, a human would stand no chance against a pack of Wolves, but I would give it my best, listening I estimated there numbers only to be six, but one was enough for the job they had in mind. I waited for them to break into the clearing, as they neared, my heart began to beat faster, the world, once again seemed to focus, vitality flooded into my tired limbs “adrenaline,” supplied my exhausted mind, but no, this was more, much more, the barks and howls of the Wolves were loud, too loud, they must have been more then half a mile away yet I could Smell there stench. Frightened, my mind reeling from the abrupt sensory input, my knees buckled, I was now horrified, what was happening? Terrified I retreated to the back of my mind, shutting my eyes and covering my ears, yet even these measures did nothing to help me, and for once in my life, I knew what it meant to “snap” I could feel my sanity stretched thin, pulling apart even as these thoughts raced through my mind, and then, I broke, but instead of losing consciousness or dropping all thought at all, my mind went into overdrive, lost, I wandered through memories that were not my own, the taste of warm flesh, the glory of running on four legs, the power of existing as an animal, the companionship of a pack, And then, the Change, the snap of bones and tear of skin, the shift in senses, sounds dulling, colors fading, power weaning, I seemed to drift through these memories for days, weeks, even lifetimes, after almost an eternity of hunting, killing, and living, I knew what had to be done.
My eyes snapped open, I was curled on the ground, I stood up, not on two legs, but on four. The wolves were close now, only several hundred feet away, I looked into the sky, seeing every distinct crater on the moon, feeling its radiance wash over my face, almost without my authority, I turned to the sky, jaws parted, I began to howl, an unearthly call of love, sorrow and pain, the very air seemed to vibrate with my voice, I called until I could not go on, chest emptied of air. I opened my eyes, understanding for the first time, what true silence is. Predictably the Wolves pursuing me had fallen silent. The entire forest seemed to be waiting, yearning for my song, “ironic” I calmly thought “that I would become the very thing I fear, and love, so much” I turned as the first wolf broke into the clearing, it tripped, startled, expecting to see a human boy, not a Wolf. Other Wolves began to enter the clearing all with similar reactions to my presence. In their eyes I could see, intense fear, and my own reflection, a wolf, darker then night, eyes shining an intense blue, body lithe and compact. As I saw them, I felt pity, not and ounce of it for myself. I knew, I don’t know how, but I knew, they were all going to die tonight, by my teeth and my claws. The largest, the leader most likely, stepped forward, sinking into a crouch, lips pulled over yellow teeth in a feral snarl. He was easily twice my size, but it did not worry me in the slightest, as my dad had always told me, the bigger they are the harder they fall. Without any sign to warn me, he lunged, composed I watched as he launched himself off the ground, the world slowed to almost a standstill, I watched as he began to glide through the air towards me mouth agape in the smile of an undertaker. I waited, he was now only a foot away from me, eyes alight with anticipation, I stepped to the side turning as I did so, moving quicker then I would have ever thought possible ten minutes ago. I opened my jaws, catching the throat of the wolf now flying past me. As I felt my teeth close around fur flesh and meat, I clenched my jaws, cutting into the skin, and with one jerk, down and towards myself, it was all over.
I turned away from the now dead leader, lying where he had hit the ground, throat torn out. I walked closer to the surrounding wolves, all of them staring at me wide eyed, slowly I lowered the piece of flesh in my mouth, and dropped it into the dust in front of them, disgusted by the taste of foul blood.
Filled with sorrow of what I had to do, I began to kill. The first wolf, still dumbfounded by the death of its pack leader, I killed by biting into the back of its neck, without a sound, it slumped to the ground, never to rise again. This woke the others out of their reverie. I looked into the second wolfs eyes, seeing terror for an instant before they were closed forever. The third and fourth wolf were similarly dispatched, throats torn out and necks snapped. The fifth, and last wolf however was prepared. As I gazed into this wolfs eyes, I saw not terror, but calculation, I could see he knew the chance of his survival was not good, and yet, he did not seem afraid, only resigned to what fate had deemed to give him. It hit me then, the buffoon I had killed first was no more leader then I was god. The wolf I was now staring down was a cold hearted killer, I could see it in the red glow of his eyes. I knew that this would be my greatest test yet.
I stepped away allowing the leader, time to prepare. I would fight dirty if the odds were against me, but killing this wolf without honor seemed wrong, he nodded to me, almost thankful, and without crouching, and almost without and sign at all, the wolf lunged, this was not and ungraceful leap, it was a dive for my throat and life, timed and executed in near perfection, I ducked, unable to move quick enough to dodge completely, the wolf skimmed over my head, but before he passed totally over me, he twisted in the air as a cat would, and in this new position, reached his jaws down, and tore the tip of my ear clean off, with a barely suppressed growl of anger, my calm began wavered, I had underestimated the agility of my opponent, I stood and wheeled about, trying to keep the wolf in my sights, he was already up and preparing another attack on me, but before he could do more then tense his legs, I was on him, I grabbed onto one of his front legs, jaws snapping closed, breaking more then one bone and severing all muscle, with a yelp of pain, he wrenched his leg away, and bounded off, now using only three legs, again sorry that I would have to kill him, I began to walk around him, taking advantage of his handicap. I feigned to the left and lunged to the right, attempting to grab his other leg, but before I could get my teeth around anything I felt strong jaws latch onto my neck, frightened for the first time, I tried to pull free, but could not, my composure was now gone, anger taking its place, a red veil seemed to drift in front of my eyes, and with an almighty buck I tore his teeth from my fur, without backing away I lunged for his back leg, teeth sinking deep into his upper thigh, I released him and danced away before he could get his teeth into my neck again. I looked into his eyes, and surprised that I could still see no fear or anger in them, only the will to survive, and recognition of his own mortality. Filled with more sadness then ever before, I knew I had to end it soon, to end his suffering one way or the other. With this thought held in my head I lunged for his throat, only to be met with his own lunge, we collided in midair. Both of us twisting to keep our feet under us, in a moment of forgetfulness the wolf landed on his injured paw, with another yelp of pain, he cringed away, pulling his paw up and dropping his guard, I jumped forward and grabbed his throat quickly sinking my teeth into the skin. I had no strength to rip free as I had hoped to do, so I was forced to watch, as the eyes of the most dignified and honorable killer I had ever met, began to fade. Red fading into a maroon, and then to black, I listened as his heart began to stutter, and with a final, resonating thump, stilled. Job done I released him, jaw aching and face caked with blood. I stood, turned to the north, already anticipating our meeting. I began to walk slowly, but surely away from the field of massacre, the field of death, and the field of my life.