Post by Andarial on May 16, 2010 20:21:35 GMT -5
Notes: Ok so guys the second chapter is way too long to just put on here so I'm cutting it off somewhere.
Chapter 2: The Coliseum
I woke and I was once again inside a cell but this one had an open front with silver and metal mixed bars. I ran up to the front of the cell and stared out across where another werewolf stood wearing a steel collar stamped with the name of the wealthy human he belonged to. Another person! I hadn’t seen another werewolf or human for that matter in so many years I had forgotten how long. I longed to reach through the bars and touch his sleeping face, but I knew my hand wouldn’t fit through the bars nor would I be able to reach the distance. So instead I allowed myself to take in his features.
He was a gorgeous man, with tawny hair that fell around his face in a choppy cut whose longest pieces touched the hollow of his cheeks. His chin was narrow and jaw slight like he was more feminine than male. His lashes, closed now, were a shade lighter than his hair. With slight shoulders and a slender chest, he was well muscled though he seemed small and was more tall than wide. He wore a tight black shirt with faded blue jeans. Apparently they dressed you better here than at the compound.
I looked down at myself and blushed, a couple shades of pink at the fact that I now wore black jeans and a white shirt. Someone had dressed me. I could only hope it was a “Taker” and not a human. Not someone who could enjoy my body.
When I looked up I saw his eyes were open and trained on me. Beautiful molten gold eyes that reminded me of the shadowy figure in my dream and the wolf too.
“Ah, a new wolf,” his voice was deep and alluring.
My hand came up to rub the back of my neck only to touch cold steel, I too had been branded. I frowned; there went the last bit of my freedom. I looked at him longingly and he too looked at me only in an understanding way.
“We will be out shortly, it’s almost sun-up,” he smiled sadly.
“Out? They let us outside our cells?” I couldn’t remember well of when I had last been here.
He chuckled, “Of course, how else could we practice for the fights?”
I resented the laugh. I fell into silence as we waited for the humans to allow us to be released. Suddenly there was the sound of jingling and slamming, and we were being released, the doors being opened by “takers” of course which seemed to be the slaves of the humans.
Both I and the male across from me were released at the same time and marched down the hall of barred doors. We were escorted by four “Takers” two in front and two in back. I wanted to bolt but I couldn’t there were no openings as of yet except for the one in front of them. We moved through the doorway and into a practice fighting area.
The room was filled of large circles with sand covered bottoms; this is where two werewolves would fight each other. I suddenly darted away and moved through the room quickly looking for an escape route. But all the doors were made of silver, impossible for me to get through; there were also double the amount of “takers” than there were werewolves. I narrowed my eyes and moved back to where I stood originally and the male smiled sadly at me as if he knew exactly what I was going through.
He probably did too. He had probably gone through something similar in the beginning but now it was impossible for me to tell. He seemed to move tiredly, his eyes filled with ancient wisdom and pain.
The sound of a door slamming made my eyes move away from him and suddenly my human master was in the room. I growled as he approached me and the male werewolf left my side. He merely laughed.
“Now, let me explain the rules my little pet,” he grinned as I winced at the nickname. “No escaping because we will find you as your collar has a tracking chip in it. Make me lots of money. No talking to anyone inside the compound besides your wolf buddy. And fight until the death.”
He pointed at the tawny-haired male that I had been talking to earlier, “This is Creekrunner, Onyx. He will be your buddy and teach you the ropes. Other than that you do what I tell you to do.”
I narrowed my eyes and spat at his feet, though this got no rise out of him. I almost hoped it would. I almost wanted a reason to attack. Though I knew I would probably be killed for attacking him.
He turned and left and I migrated over to Creekrunner. Wishing I was alone with that bastard of a human so I could rip his throat from his neck. Instead I merely moved to talk to Creekrunner again. Eager to use my voice which had grown hoarse over time of neglect. Words were now like a wonderful awe-inspiring thing. Who had gifted us with the use of a voice to be able to form into speech? Who ever had I loved them for it? It was a wonderful thing, to be able to talk again; it was like learning all over again how to use my mouth how to form those words. It was like I had, had the words in my head but was unable to speak just because I couldn’t move my mouth.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yeah just angry,” I muttered and turned to smile slightly at Creekrunner.
“Ready to start?” he asked guiding me over to sit against the wall.
I nodded and sat next to him. He pointed over to a boxing bag and explained how to punch in human form. Saying that it was just as important to take care of yourself in human form as it was in wolf form. He pointed to the wooden weapon’s rack and told me he would teach me how to fight with those.
“But first lets start with you fighting in wolf form,” he said matter-of-factly.
I frowned, “But won’t we get attacked once we try to change?”
He laughed, “No, once we change they will just watch us closer. It’s not like we can get out with the silver doors anyways.”
Chapter 2: The Coliseum
I woke and I was once again inside a cell but this one had an open front with silver and metal mixed bars. I ran up to the front of the cell and stared out across where another werewolf stood wearing a steel collar stamped with the name of the wealthy human he belonged to. Another person! I hadn’t seen another werewolf or human for that matter in so many years I had forgotten how long. I longed to reach through the bars and touch his sleeping face, but I knew my hand wouldn’t fit through the bars nor would I be able to reach the distance. So instead I allowed myself to take in his features.
He was a gorgeous man, with tawny hair that fell around his face in a choppy cut whose longest pieces touched the hollow of his cheeks. His chin was narrow and jaw slight like he was more feminine than male. His lashes, closed now, were a shade lighter than his hair. With slight shoulders and a slender chest, he was well muscled though he seemed small and was more tall than wide. He wore a tight black shirt with faded blue jeans. Apparently they dressed you better here than at the compound.
I looked down at myself and blushed, a couple shades of pink at the fact that I now wore black jeans and a white shirt. Someone had dressed me. I could only hope it was a “Taker” and not a human. Not someone who could enjoy my body.
When I looked up I saw his eyes were open and trained on me. Beautiful molten gold eyes that reminded me of the shadowy figure in my dream and the wolf too.
“Ah, a new wolf,” his voice was deep and alluring.
My hand came up to rub the back of my neck only to touch cold steel, I too had been branded. I frowned; there went the last bit of my freedom. I looked at him longingly and he too looked at me only in an understanding way.
“We will be out shortly, it’s almost sun-up,” he smiled sadly.
“Out? They let us outside our cells?” I couldn’t remember well of when I had last been here.
He chuckled, “Of course, how else could we practice for the fights?”
I resented the laugh. I fell into silence as we waited for the humans to allow us to be released. Suddenly there was the sound of jingling and slamming, and we were being released, the doors being opened by “takers” of course which seemed to be the slaves of the humans.
Both I and the male across from me were released at the same time and marched down the hall of barred doors. We were escorted by four “Takers” two in front and two in back. I wanted to bolt but I couldn’t there were no openings as of yet except for the one in front of them. We moved through the doorway and into a practice fighting area.
The room was filled of large circles with sand covered bottoms; this is where two werewolves would fight each other. I suddenly darted away and moved through the room quickly looking for an escape route. But all the doors were made of silver, impossible for me to get through; there were also double the amount of “takers” than there were werewolves. I narrowed my eyes and moved back to where I stood originally and the male smiled sadly at me as if he knew exactly what I was going through.
He probably did too. He had probably gone through something similar in the beginning but now it was impossible for me to tell. He seemed to move tiredly, his eyes filled with ancient wisdom and pain.
The sound of a door slamming made my eyes move away from him and suddenly my human master was in the room. I growled as he approached me and the male werewolf left my side. He merely laughed.
“Now, let me explain the rules my little pet,” he grinned as I winced at the nickname. “No escaping because we will find you as your collar has a tracking chip in it. Make me lots of money. No talking to anyone inside the compound besides your wolf buddy. And fight until the death.”
He pointed at the tawny-haired male that I had been talking to earlier, “This is Creekrunner, Onyx. He will be your buddy and teach you the ropes. Other than that you do what I tell you to do.”
I narrowed my eyes and spat at his feet, though this got no rise out of him. I almost hoped it would. I almost wanted a reason to attack. Though I knew I would probably be killed for attacking him.
He turned and left and I migrated over to Creekrunner. Wishing I was alone with that bastard of a human so I could rip his throat from his neck. Instead I merely moved to talk to Creekrunner again. Eager to use my voice which had grown hoarse over time of neglect. Words were now like a wonderful awe-inspiring thing. Who had gifted us with the use of a voice to be able to form into speech? Who ever had I loved them for it? It was a wonderful thing, to be able to talk again; it was like learning all over again how to use my mouth how to form those words. It was like I had, had the words in my head but was unable to speak just because I couldn’t move my mouth.
“Are you ok?” he asked.
“Yeah just angry,” I muttered and turned to smile slightly at Creekrunner.
“Ready to start?” he asked guiding me over to sit against the wall.
I nodded and sat next to him. He pointed over to a boxing bag and explained how to punch in human form. Saying that it was just as important to take care of yourself in human form as it was in wolf form. He pointed to the wooden weapon’s rack and told me he would teach me how to fight with those.
“But first lets start with you fighting in wolf form,” he said matter-of-factly.
I frowned, “But won’t we get attacked once we try to change?”
He laughed, “No, once we change they will just watch us closer. It’s not like we can get out with the silver doors anyways.”
