Awakening (P)

Sun Feb 14, 2016 2:16 pm

A good night for a bite... that's what the wolf keeps telling him. The moon's light seemed to tear at his back, constantly reminding him of it's presence. Its tempting, commanding, wonderful presence. It's sliver glow washed over him, making him smile unconsciously under it's glow. Salzem's eyes glowed a deeper shade of red this night, two sanguine orbs piercing the darkness. He knew that the moon was little more than a rock floating in the sky, but, under it's eye, Salzem felt as if he was whole. It's light pierced him, and seemed to complete him. It felt wonderful just being out at night. He wasn't even tired. His memory was vague, but he could recall he hasn't slept more than two or three hours each night for the past week. No... his body was beyond that weakness. Slowly, gradually, Salzem faded into his werewolf form, his mind completely unaware of the change. The hair/fur sprouted from his flesh, his arms and legs broke and regrew, his snout stretched and his back hunched. Within a few moments, Salzem was no longer walking on his hind legs, but prowling about on all fours, claws digging into the stone-laid road beneath him. His face was curled into a twisted mirror of the emotion of non-sexual euphoria, as if a great chain had been released from his shoulders. For the briefest of moments, Salzem wasn't hungry. He wasn't angry or craving blood and organs to devour. Under the moon's divine life, Salzem was happy. He felt as if he was being showered with the eternal love he never felt before. All things must come to an end however... good or bad. His stomach alerted him to the various smells and sounds of the late-dwelling humans and his stomach growled loudly in response. Longer and longer had he stayed in his wolven form. Longer and longer had he indulged his darker half. It never demanded much before. Just time to be free and things to eat. Living things. red things. Juicy things. And so, Salzem indulged. He indulged because it was so easy to do. And now, He kills people beyond human understanding. Perhaps beyond his own at this point. Humans.... food.... yeah. That's what they were. His coat of fur began to go over another change. His previous black fur began to change color and consistency. Salzem leaped atop a roof, landing heavily, causing the tiles that made up it's top to rattle. As the moon bathed him in its serene light, to anyone that could see him, they could see his fur was now heavier, longer and no longer black. It no longer allowed him to sink into the darkness around him. No. His fur matched that of the moon. He was the embodiment of the moon. His fur was a silvery white. His claws and teeth seemed to have grown too, as did the intensity of his already enhanced senses. His eyes held no visage of humanity. Not anymore. They were the color of blood-pools. His pupils were fully slit as they searched around for prey. The new werewolf raised his head to the sky and let out a howl that could be heard across the village. It was finally free, the wolf. His humanity was gone! It was.... wait... no, it wasn't. He felt his humanity struggling, clawing, fighting against what it perceived as madness and chaos within Salzem's mind. It still held onto it's little piece of ground but that was just fine because their situations were reversed. Now the wolf was in control.

Now the Wolf owned this body. The human was just a small part within the back of his mind. little more than an annoyance. He felt great satisfaction that he now held the human's life in his gigantic paws. Oh, how his friends and family would be laughing at him right now. How pathetic was it that this little monkey managed to lose his grip on his most dangerous adversary. The one on the inside that couldn't be eliminated so easily. Didn't matter anymore. That, nor anything else should matter to that human anymore. He no longer had control. His desires, his wishes, his hate or ambitions. It didn't matter anymore. The werewolf snarled loudly and grinned, triumphant. It had total control of this body and could shift it back into that human form if it wanted. He could walk through his prey during the day and strike at night.... A wolf in sheep's clothing, one would say. His bloodlust wouldn't ever go ignored again. When he was hungery, he'd eat! When he was thirsty, he'd drink! All provided by his oh so helpful human prey. Smells whipped up into the air. Maybe about 60 meters away... food....

Sun Feb 14, 2016 6:58 pm

Oh, yes indeed. There it was.... a nice collection of meat just walking down his streets. Each one brandished a knife, steel creating a disgusting reflection of the moon's silver love. Killers... fresh in the act too... He smelled the foreign blood on their person. As he gazed at them from atop his perch, he saw their hands were dripping with the succulent juices that is human blood. They tried to wipe it off themselves with some cloth. A handkerchief, the wolf identified it. They were walking down his way and they've yet to see him... Not ninja. Hardly warriors. Just.... bandits... A tall, lanky one... he'll make for a good gnawing. A large, bulky one.... a true main course.... And a much smaller one... this one had long black hair and dawned a flat wooden mask resembling something of an ANBU mask but with no ears or animal face. She wore a baggy shirt and baggy black pants, complete with fingerless gloves and sandals. She also held a knife, but her hands were not stained in blood. A child to be sure... Before he could strike, an image flashed through his mind.

An image showing that he had met the girl before... in an ally... She ambushed him but he defeated her easily. Revoltingly easily. She never stood anything resembling a chance. This image gave him a short pause as he watched them pass. His eyes flicked to a quick movement of her hands and he saw that they were shaking... Her hands were shaking. He saw the lanky one stop and kneel down next to her, whispering words of encouragement to her. Something about "it being okay" then something like "we'll find him." The werewolf cocked it's head, confused. Not because it was actually listening, but the human inside was. It forced him too. This demanded his attention and for a brief moment, the wolf wasn't in control anymore. She whispered something back to the lanky guy while the bulky one walked a few steps ahead and took a look around, eyes still missing the werewolf perched atop the roof to their right. The lanky guy nodded, then his eyes finally snapped up and saw the monster that was, just observing them quietly. The lanky guy didn't panic, which surprised Salzem, and he whispered something quietly to the girl. Her face turned in his direction and to his frustration, he couldn't see her eyes. The night concealed them. He felt an erge to seem them. To the ignorance of the wolf, Salzem had to know who this girl was, if she's who he thinks she is... He had no reason to think she was... but he worried... The muscular guy was the last one to notice him. He didn't panic either, much to the frustration of the wolf. It loved when they'd run or flail. That's what made them fun play-toys. The muscle-guy just fully turned in his direction silently and clutched his knife tighter. Then, unexpectedly, the girl took a step forward, not afraid in the slightest. Her knife dripped with some clear liquid... It looked like water, but to the horror of his advanced lycan senses, they smelled sick... but unnaturally so.

Poison....

The smell alone of this particular poison made him retch. A sickening sound.... horrid.... vile.... beyond anything that he'd ever smelled before... The ancient legends spoke to two things that could hurt a werewolf.... Silver weapons... and poison... Specifically, Wolfs Bane. The wolf involentarily recoiled off the roof, falling and landing hard on his back with a sickening thud, arms flailing. His thoughts were scrambled from the impact or maybe it was the poison. His head throbbed vigorously as the horrible smell forced its way into his body then back out. His body ached but he got to his feet, if slowly. He growled and punched the ground in frustration. Poison... Poison.... Sick... nasty.... away! Get Away! His wolven senses disagreed with the toxic substance on every level. It was as if his body rebelled against the shattering that was his mind. He rushed to find a safe place to hide... a place to stow away from these evil humans and their poison. Without thinking straight and in his haste, he put himself in full view of these humans in his attempt to escape. The muscle-man tossed his knife into the wolf's leg, lodging it deep in his calf. He howled in pain and fell on his side, but that was only the tip of the iceberg. His leg cramped tightly, then seared his nerves with such a burning pain it caused his vision to redden and his body to convulse. He whimpered and felt his leg deaden. His vision returned and he saw the muscle guy hold a small vial no taller than a few inches with a clear liquid inside. His mind went blank except for one word: Poison... They closed in on him, but slowly, walking, taking their time. They thought they had him beaten, but the wolf wasn't quite ready to give up yet. He reached his fingers out at the knife and nudged it accidentally and his leg might as well have exploded with how much pain he was in. His vision sanguinated again, and when he came to, he saw the three of them were standing over him, the girl in front of his head, the muscle man to his left and the lanky guy to the right. The scent of poison filled his nose and his head pulsed violently and agonizingly as it came in contact with his sinuses.

No... no... no.... he thought to himself as the girl lowered herself so that she was kneeling down in front of him... from this angle, he could see into the eyes of her mask and saw... she had red eyes... like his, only.... brighter.... she placed the knife against the wolfs neck and he whimpered pitifully. The poison from her knife was right under his nose now and he felt as if he was going to pass out again. his eyes closed for but a minute and when he opened them again, he found two things... the three of them were gone, and the knife in his leg was gone. That's when the pain hit him. His entire leg with soaked with the dark red of his blood where the knife once was. He whimpered quietly, then it got louder as more and more of his consciousness returned. He tried to get on his feet (or at least, his one leg) and succeeded, nearly passing out for a third time in the attempt. His blood dripped... dripped... dripped... as he hobbled through the village, sickly eyes looking for a safe perch for him to curl up and purge himself... to recover....Never once did the question arise why they let him live or why they were hunting him. Nor did his brain make the connection between the girl's eyes and her similarities to himself. He was too busy looking for his place to sleep, whimpering all the while. Eventually, he found a place. A small break in the back of a house that seemed to be dug out so that there was a small crawlspace. That would serve nicely.... It was dirty, it was cold and it was uncomfortable, but it would do. Salzem's new white wolven form reverted back inside and he crawled in the small space. He positioned himself so that his wound was out off the disgusting dirt floor then laid down and cried. It wasn't voluntary, but the tears came. He cried until his consciousness slipped again and he was fast asleep. When he awoke, he would heal himself. For now however, he would settle for nightmares of the girl stabbing him with Wolf's Bane drenched knives.

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