Post by Andarial on May 19, 2010 16:55:14 GMT -5
Notes: YAY Hopefully there are no switches between third person and first person
I pushed up from the wall, moving my tall frame into a standing position easily. I took a position up in a sand circle and my form began to shimmer and my features began to run together. Suddenly in my stead was a black she-wolf with emerald eyes and before me was the wolf from my dreams, tawny-furred and molten gold eyes.
We were circling each other, tangoing. He rushed me quickly, before I could think, I leapt to the side and he halted himself scrabbling for purchase in the sand. I quickly swung myself to face him and moved to attack, raising myself to place my sharp claws in his side I ripped into him with my teeth, my sharp fangs piercing into his side right behind ribs.
He yelped and brought a back leg up to kick at my jaw to send dark rivulets of blood down my chin and to send me reeling away from him. As my teeth pulled out large pieces of flesh came with it. A huge gash now lay open his side bleeding heavily. I growled, shaking my head, spraying little droplets of blood everywhere. I felt the rush of adrenaline flying through my veins, the thought of him being a friend soon left my mind and I could tell by the look on his face that he too was lost in the hot rush of the fight.
He leapt at me this time, while I was still crumpled on the ground and trying to find my balance. He was so strong. So strong that he could easily beat me. He was much larger than me and so I had to use my speed and agility to beat him.
Everyone was gathered around us now, watching. Neither of us noticed though and even if we had we wouldn’t have cared. To lost in our own little world trying to win. Perhaps the human who had taken me had been right. Maybe there had been a spark in my eyes; perhaps I was the perfect gladiator.
I stood just in time to be forced down again as Creekrunner scruffed me and ripped me to the side, sinking his teeth farther in. He let go and I skidded off to right, the sand grinding into my skin with a burning sensation. I felt the blood seeping into the fur from my wounds. As soon as I stopped moving I used my last bit of momentum to get my feet underneath me.
We began to circle each other again, looking for another weakness. Though we both had severe wounds already they had started to heal, less blood seeping from them. Suddenly someone stepped in the middle of the circle and we both glanced up, two “Takers” separated us and we were both woken from our reverie.
Slowly we both transformed back into our human form, it felt so good to be able to transform again. I had wanted to stay in as a wolf as long as possible but decided it would be better if I could talk. I glanced sadly at Creekrunner’s side, it was still bleeding a little through his shirt and I felt a pang of guilt.
I stood and walked over to him touching just above the steel collar on my neck where the pain of the bite mark lay, “I’m sorry Creekrunner. I guess I kind of got caught up in the moment.”
He laughed, how could he laugh so easily in a place like this, “Same here, young one.”
No one seemed to be interested in us anymore and so the crowd melted away each person going back to what they were doing before. I touched my chin and felt the deep cuts from his nails, thank the moon I didn’t scar over silly things like that.
“Why did you call me young one?” I asked confused, I wasn’t that young and he didn’t look any older though once werewolves reached around twenty-five they stopped aging in appearance.
He grinned, “Because you are young compared to me. I may look young but I am around 200 years old.”
I sucked in a breath, “No wonder you’re so strong. You’re an Ancient.”
He nodded. I could see the mirth dancing in his eyes and I could tell he was holding back a laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him and growled and he merely smiled wider.
“I was one of the first werewolves. So yes I guess I could be called an Ancient,” he said. “Though that sounds so horrible, I am not Ancient or at least I don’t feel that way.”
He moved over to a bench and sat on it. I joined him and continued to steal glances at him. An Ancient! What a treat. I had never met an ancient before from the stuff I could remember. For all I knew I could have in the far past but that didn’t really matter, right now there was one sitting in front of me, teaching me.
“You’re a very good fighter for one so small,” he said. “Perhaps you’ll live longer than your master’s other wolf.”
I frowned at his distant sounding voice at the last sentence. Had he always been this calm when it came to death or had this place made him that way? If it was the latter I wasn’t so sure I wanted to stay here. I didn’t want to become unemotional when it came to death especially if it was someone I knew. I didn’t mourn another’s death if it was self-defense but if I had a choice I would rather not kill another, even if they were human. But this time I didn’t have a choice, these were fights to the death that I had gotten into and there had never been a way out.
“Thanks, I think,” I said after a pause.
He frowned and said, “What are you thinking young one?”
I just merely shook my head and grew silent. I didn’t want him knowing I was thinking ill thoughts of him. But with his experience he had probably already guessed what the natures of my thoughts were.
Both our wounds had stopped bleeding and we were just waiting for the skin to start layering it. It had only been a couple hours while usually for the skin to start covering wounds it took about five hours. I touched the back of my neck feeling the scabs and sighed, knowing that we couldn’t do anything until we healed. Losing time was not good now that I had stuff to do. It made me annoyed and I longed to throw my fist into the wall and crush it.
He shifted quietly next to me and the deathly silence of his movements made my heart race. If he could move that silent just without thinking than just think what he could do when he was trying to be quiet. He could be an assassin. Always silent and deadly. But he seemed to laugh too easily for that. How had someone as good as him wound up here?
I pushed up from the bench and listened as my pants rustled with the movement. I couldn’t be nearly as quiet as him. I glanced at him.
“What are you doing here, Creekrunner?” I asked.
HE smiled and asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well you were definitely strong enough to keep away from being caught, why are you here? Why did they ever catch you?” I frowned in confusion.
His smile turned sad, “I was tired of running when I was caught. It was just something I could do no longer. As soon as I was caught I was brought here. Never have I been in the compound but I have heard the stories. It sounds like a horrid place.”
I shivered as I thought back to earlier this morning, or was it last night? Either way I had been stuck, lost and forever caught, or so I had thought. But then the very creatures that I hated the humans came to my rescue, in a way. I began to pace fervently. I was still chained, not free, but freedom was so close I could smell it and just barely taste it in the air. I shivered, would I ever be truly free though? Even if I left this place would my spirit ever be free.
I pushed up from the wall, moving my tall frame into a standing position easily. I took a position up in a sand circle and my form began to shimmer and my features began to run together. Suddenly in my stead was a black she-wolf with emerald eyes and before me was the wolf from my dreams, tawny-furred and molten gold eyes.
We were circling each other, tangoing. He rushed me quickly, before I could think, I leapt to the side and he halted himself scrabbling for purchase in the sand. I quickly swung myself to face him and moved to attack, raising myself to place my sharp claws in his side I ripped into him with my teeth, my sharp fangs piercing into his side right behind ribs.
He yelped and brought a back leg up to kick at my jaw to send dark rivulets of blood down my chin and to send me reeling away from him. As my teeth pulled out large pieces of flesh came with it. A huge gash now lay open his side bleeding heavily. I growled, shaking my head, spraying little droplets of blood everywhere. I felt the rush of adrenaline flying through my veins, the thought of him being a friend soon left my mind and I could tell by the look on his face that he too was lost in the hot rush of the fight.
He leapt at me this time, while I was still crumpled on the ground and trying to find my balance. He was so strong. So strong that he could easily beat me. He was much larger than me and so I had to use my speed and agility to beat him.
Everyone was gathered around us now, watching. Neither of us noticed though and even if we had we wouldn’t have cared. To lost in our own little world trying to win. Perhaps the human who had taken me had been right. Maybe there had been a spark in my eyes; perhaps I was the perfect gladiator.
I stood just in time to be forced down again as Creekrunner scruffed me and ripped me to the side, sinking his teeth farther in. He let go and I skidded off to right, the sand grinding into my skin with a burning sensation. I felt the blood seeping into the fur from my wounds. As soon as I stopped moving I used my last bit of momentum to get my feet underneath me.
We began to circle each other again, looking for another weakness. Though we both had severe wounds already they had started to heal, less blood seeping from them. Suddenly someone stepped in the middle of the circle and we both glanced up, two “Takers” separated us and we were both woken from our reverie.
Slowly we both transformed back into our human form, it felt so good to be able to transform again. I had wanted to stay in as a wolf as long as possible but decided it would be better if I could talk. I glanced sadly at Creekrunner’s side, it was still bleeding a little through his shirt and I felt a pang of guilt.
I stood and walked over to him touching just above the steel collar on my neck where the pain of the bite mark lay, “I’m sorry Creekrunner. I guess I kind of got caught up in the moment.”
He laughed, how could he laugh so easily in a place like this, “Same here, young one.”
No one seemed to be interested in us anymore and so the crowd melted away each person going back to what they were doing before. I touched my chin and felt the deep cuts from his nails, thank the moon I didn’t scar over silly things like that.
“Why did you call me young one?” I asked confused, I wasn’t that young and he didn’t look any older though once werewolves reached around twenty-five they stopped aging in appearance.
He grinned, “Because you are young compared to me. I may look young but I am around 200 years old.”
I sucked in a breath, “No wonder you’re so strong. You’re an Ancient.”
He nodded. I could see the mirth dancing in his eyes and I could tell he was holding back a laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him and growled and he merely smiled wider.
“I was one of the first werewolves. So yes I guess I could be called an Ancient,” he said. “Though that sounds so horrible, I am not Ancient or at least I don’t feel that way.”
He moved over to a bench and sat on it. I joined him and continued to steal glances at him. An Ancient! What a treat. I had never met an ancient before from the stuff I could remember. For all I knew I could have in the far past but that didn’t really matter, right now there was one sitting in front of me, teaching me.
“You’re a very good fighter for one so small,” he said. “Perhaps you’ll live longer than your master’s other wolf.”
I frowned at his distant sounding voice at the last sentence. Had he always been this calm when it came to death or had this place made him that way? If it was the latter I wasn’t so sure I wanted to stay here. I didn’t want to become unemotional when it came to death especially if it was someone I knew. I didn’t mourn another’s death if it was self-defense but if I had a choice I would rather not kill another, even if they were human. But this time I didn’t have a choice, these were fights to the death that I had gotten into and there had never been a way out.
“Thanks, I think,” I said after a pause.
He frowned and said, “What are you thinking young one?”
I just merely shook my head and grew silent. I didn’t want him knowing I was thinking ill thoughts of him. But with his experience he had probably already guessed what the natures of my thoughts were.
Both our wounds had stopped bleeding and we were just waiting for the skin to start layering it. It had only been a couple hours while usually for the skin to start covering wounds it took about five hours. I touched the back of my neck feeling the scabs and sighed, knowing that we couldn’t do anything until we healed. Losing time was not good now that I had stuff to do. It made me annoyed and I longed to throw my fist into the wall and crush it.
He shifted quietly next to me and the deathly silence of his movements made my heart race. If he could move that silent just without thinking than just think what he could do when he was trying to be quiet. He could be an assassin. Always silent and deadly. But he seemed to laugh too easily for that. How had someone as good as him wound up here?
I pushed up from the bench and listened as my pants rustled with the movement. I couldn’t be nearly as quiet as him. I glanced at him.
“What are you doing here, Creekrunner?” I asked.
HE smiled and asked, “What do you mean?”
“Well you were definitely strong enough to keep away from being caught, why are you here? Why did they ever catch you?” I frowned in confusion.
His smile turned sad, “I was tired of running when I was caught. It was just something I could do no longer. As soon as I was caught I was brought here. Never have I been in the compound but I have heard the stories. It sounds like a horrid place.”
I shivered as I thought back to earlier this morning, or was it last night? Either way I had been stuck, lost and forever caught, or so I had thought. But then the very creatures that I hated the humans came to my rescue, in a way. I began to pace fervently. I was still chained, not free, but freedom was so close I could smell it and just barely taste it in the air. I shivered, would I ever be truly free though? Even if I left this place would my spirit ever be free.