Post by Andarial on Jun 21, 2010 14:04:37 GMT -5
Notes: Ok after a long wait the third Chapter- Part 1 is up
Chapter Three: The Fight
The battle was looming closer and closer like some monster lurking in the background just waiting for me to show some kind of weakness so it could take me down and devour me. I showed none, not after that first day I had learned of it. I was a proud werewolf. Always had been ever since I could remember, which wasn’t very far back, it was just who I was. I had learned to accept the fact that I had a need to fight back. Every time someone put their hands on me in an unfriendly way I immediately was pushing them off or snapping at them much like the wolf I was.
Werewolves were very wild and acted it, even in their human form. They would never be tamed. They were able to form thought but they were closer to their wolf cousins than the monsters that were humans. I was happy about that. I would much rather be an animal than be a nightmare.
It was the middle of the week before the fight. I only knew that from what Creekrunner told me, I never asked how he knew what day it was, not since I had asked why he was here had I asked any of those type of in depth questions. I feared to anger him again. There were few things I feared, maybe that was foolish but it was my personality. But something about the way his voice was that scary calm made me shiver in my skin and no longer wished to ask those questions.
We were dueling in human form today. My weapons a mock dagger and scimitar, made out of wood of course. A quick slash and I was moving in a dance of parries and cuts. Though of course neither one of us was in danger of seriously hurting each other, save a few bruises and splinters.
I was starting to work up a sweat. My movements were slowing and my limbs felt heavier. We’d been at this for a couple hours now. I had more endurance in my wolf form and I was a better fighter. I wasn’t constantly being told to fix my footing or change my grip. It wasn’t something I was used to; I always fought in my wolf body.
I was knocked off my feet by Creekrunner’s staff and as soon as I was on the ground he dropped the staff and removed the wooden dagger from his combat boot and was on top of me. Pressing the blade into my neck and grinning at me wildly, even while he was breathing heavy. I was acutely aware of his knees on either side of my waist and his body stretched out over mine. Aware of his breath caressing my face and his smile beaming down at me. That triumphant smile made me glower at him.
“Just let me up already,” I said and pushed him away from me.
I really had no desire for him to leave his position. Now most people would recognize this as a crush. I had never had one from what I can remember because I had always been in the prison. So I had no idea how to recognize the signs. I just figured it was me wanting to be close to someone. Which I would not allow for I didn’t want to show weakness.
He gracefully rolled to the side and stood, grinning at me and holding out his hand to help me up. I refused to take it still frustrated and confused by the fight and my own body’s actions. He shrugged to himself and dropped his hand, stooping to pick up his weapon and moving back into position.
“I need water,” I said with a look that was defiant, just daring him to deny it from me.
He merely nodded and walked over to the water basin and bringing up and ladle to scoop some water into two clay cups.
Sometimes I felt like I was in the Middle Ages but I knew we were somewhere in the year 2010. Perhaps beyond that. But the way they treated us you would figure we were slaves in the old days before my time and even most of the Ancients.
I sipped my water, contemplating this.
“Creekrunner, what’s it like when you fight?” I asked quietly.
He sighed, “The humans… they take you to this huge stone Coliseum and allow you to pick you’re weapons and get yourself ready. You don’t get to meet who you are going to fight in the beginning. They push you into a holding cell right before the Coliseum entrance and then it opens. Everything is loud and then… you fight to the death.”
I bit my lip. I couldn’t remember if I had ever killed before but I bet I had. But this time I really had no reason to kill this wolf besides the fact that I was being told to. If I didn’t kill her she would kill me, survival of the fittest. I took another sip and sighed, would I be able to kill an innocent wolf?
“I’m not sure I can do this, I mean I love a good fight and I’m sure I’ll win, but I don’t think I can be happy killing an innocent werewolf,” Creekrunner nodded, understandingly as I said this.
I placed my cup on the lid of the basin and I moved into the circle. The fight was slower this time, with him stopping every now and then to circle me to check my stance. He’d touch me at my arms and legs at those points, telling me I didn’t have this or that right. He’d fix the slight proudness in my shoulders that held me up too high, saying if I slumped slightly it would make me less of a target but if I slumped too much I would lose my balance. It was a precious line to cross.
Those touches were likes sparks and tiny fires all at once, delicious and warm; bright and wonderful. It made me want to throw my arms around his neck to feel it all along my body, but I wouldn’t allow it. Growling I forced myself away from him at those times, and though I took his words to heart I still wouldn’t allow him to touch me and instead I would move myself away and stand the way he told me to, a fire in my eyes.
I’m sure he never understood why I looked so wild at these moments, with that bright glare of light dancing in my eyes. I just watched at these times, waiting for him to start again. A sweep came toward me, I leapt over the staff and landed away from him and sent out a strike with the quickness of an adder, with the dagger in my hand. He blocked it easily.
Narrowing my eyes I came at him full force, spinning and ducking; cutting and parrying, The actual hard wood of my “weapons” were making horrible nicks in his staff. But he was patient, unlike me, waiting for me to slip up my defense and as soon as I screwed up he swiped at me with the mock blade of his staff, pressing it to my neck and I froze. Panting, I waited for him to release me from my position, he didn’t. He moved closer keeping the blade to my throat and he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “You are losing focus. Pay attention!”
I forced myself not to wince at his harsh, panting voice. I forced myself not to let him lure me closer with those breaths caressing the shell of my ear. That’s it! I could hear myself yell inside my head and I pulled away from him with a growl of frustration at my own body. What the hell was wrong with me?! I threw my weapons onto the floor and walked away, that’s all I could do. I would have to study this feeling after the fight. Find out what this feeling was.
It was too bad the only person I could ask was the exact person I couldn’t tell. So I guess I had to look deep within myself, become Zen. I scoffed how stupid could those people who talked about that be?! Looking deep within yourself would only make you more confused. No one could understand themselves just, by meditating. I would probably just fall asleep.
“What’s wrong Onyx?” I glared at him as if it were his fault, but then my gaze softened, because within that moment of anger I saw him take a step back.
I had always had a certain power over the werewolves, ever since I could remember. I had even had it the first time I came into the Coliseum. They all seemed to look at me in awe and with reverence. I never noticed until I had gotten truly angry and I seemed to be able to control them. They knew a dominant wolf when they saw one, but this was just ridiculous, an Ancient backing away from a pup? He dropped his gaze and I was sure he knew more than he was letting on.
Chapter Three: The Fight
The battle was looming closer and closer like some monster lurking in the background just waiting for me to show some kind of weakness so it could take me down and devour me. I showed none, not after that first day I had learned of it. I was a proud werewolf. Always had been ever since I could remember, which wasn’t very far back, it was just who I was. I had learned to accept the fact that I had a need to fight back. Every time someone put their hands on me in an unfriendly way I immediately was pushing them off or snapping at them much like the wolf I was.
Werewolves were very wild and acted it, even in their human form. They would never be tamed. They were able to form thought but they were closer to their wolf cousins than the monsters that were humans. I was happy about that. I would much rather be an animal than be a nightmare.
It was the middle of the week before the fight. I only knew that from what Creekrunner told me, I never asked how he knew what day it was, not since I had asked why he was here had I asked any of those type of in depth questions. I feared to anger him again. There were few things I feared, maybe that was foolish but it was my personality. But something about the way his voice was that scary calm made me shiver in my skin and no longer wished to ask those questions.
We were dueling in human form today. My weapons a mock dagger and scimitar, made out of wood of course. A quick slash and I was moving in a dance of parries and cuts. Though of course neither one of us was in danger of seriously hurting each other, save a few bruises and splinters.
I was starting to work up a sweat. My movements were slowing and my limbs felt heavier. We’d been at this for a couple hours now. I had more endurance in my wolf form and I was a better fighter. I wasn’t constantly being told to fix my footing or change my grip. It wasn’t something I was used to; I always fought in my wolf body.
I was knocked off my feet by Creekrunner’s staff and as soon as I was on the ground he dropped the staff and removed the wooden dagger from his combat boot and was on top of me. Pressing the blade into my neck and grinning at me wildly, even while he was breathing heavy. I was acutely aware of his knees on either side of my waist and his body stretched out over mine. Aware of his breath caressing my face and his smile beaming down at me. That triumphant smile made me glower at him.
“Just let me up already,” I said and pushed him away from me.
I really had no desire for him to leave his position. Now most people would recognize this as a crush. I had never had one from what I can remember because I had always been in the prison. So I had no idea how to recognize the signs. I just figured it was me wanting to be close to someone. Which I would not allow for I didn’t want to show weakness.
He gracefully rolled to the side and stood, grinning at me and holding out his hand to help me up. I refused to take it still frustrated and confused by the fight and my own body’s actions. He shrugged to himself and dropped his hand, stooping to pick up his weapon and moving back into position.
“I need water,” I said with a look that was defiant, just daring him to deny it from me.
He merely nodded and walked over to the water basin and bringing up and ladle to scoop some water into two clay cups.
Sometimes I felt like I was in the Middle Ages but I knew we were somewhere in the year 2010. Perhaps beyond that. But the way they treated us you would figure we were slaves in the old days before my time and even most of the Ancients.
I sipped my water, contemplating this.
“Creekrunner, what’s it like when you fight?” I asked quietly.
He sighed, “The humans… they take you to this huge stone Coliseum and allow you to pick you’re weapons and get yourself ready. You don’t get to meet who you are going to fight in the beginning. They push you into a holding cell right before the Coliseum entrance and then it opens. Everything is loud and then… you fight to the death.”
I bit my lip. I couldn’t remember if I had ever killed before but I bet I had. But this time I really had no reason to kill this wolf besides the fact that I was being told to. If I didn’t kill her she would kill me, survival of the fittest. I took another sip and sighed, would I be able to kill an innocent wolf?
“I’m not sure I can do this, I mean I love a good fight and I’m sure I’ll win, but I don’t think I can be happy killing an innocent werewolf,” Creekrunner nodded, understandingly as I said this.
I placed my cup on the lid of the basin and I moved into the circle. The fight was slower this time, with him stopping every now and then to circle me to check my stance. He’d touch me at my arms and legs at those points, telling me I didn’t have this or that right. He’d fix the slight proudness in my shoulders that held me up too high, saying if I slumped slightly it would make me less of a target but if I slumped too much I would lose my balance. It was a precious line to cross.
Those touches were likes sparks and tiny fires all at once, delicious and warm; bright and wonderful. It made me want to throw my arms around his neck to feel it all along my body, but I wouldn’t allow it. Growling I forced myself away from him at those times, and though I took his words to heart I still wouldn’t allow him to touch me and instead I would move myself away and stand the way he told me to, a fire in my eyes.
I’m sure he never understood why I looked so wild at these moments, with that bright glare of light dancing in my eyes. I just watched at these times, waiting for him to start again. A sweep came toward me, I leapt over the staff and landed away from him and sent out a strike with the quickness of an adder, with the dagger in my hand. He blocked it easily.
Narrowing my eyes I came at him full force, spinning and ducking; cutting and parrying, The actual hard wood of my “weapons” were making horrible nicks in his staff. But he was patient, unlike me, waiting for me to slip up my defense and as soon as I screwed up he swiped at me with the mock blade of his staff, pressing it to my neck and I froze. Panting, I waited for him to release me from my position, he didn’t. He moved closer keeping the blade to my throat and he leaned in to whisper in my ear, “You are losing focus. Pay attention!”
I forced myself not to wince at his harsh, panting voice. I forced myself not to let him lure me closer with those breaths caressing the shell of my ear. That’s it! I could hear myself yell inside my head and I pulled away from him with a growl of frustration at my own body. What the hell was wrong with me?! I threw my weapons onto the floor and walked away, that’s all I could do. I would have to study this feeling after the fight. Find out what this feeling was.
It was too bad the only person I could ask was the exact person I couldn’t tell. So I guess I had to look deep within myself, become Zen. I scoffed how stupid could those people who talked about that be?! Looking deep within yourself would only make you more confused. No one could understand themselves just, by meditating. I would probably just fall asleep.
“What’s wrong Onyx?” I glared at him as if it were his fault, but then my gaze softened, because within that moment of anger I saw him take a step back.
I had always had a certain power over the werewolves, ever since I could remember. I had even had it the first time I came into the Coliseum. They all seemed to look at me in awe and with reverence. I never noticed until I had gotten truly angry and I seemed to be able to control them. They knew a dominant wolf when they saw one, but this was just ridiculous, an Ancient backing away from a pup? He dropped his gaze and I was sure he knew more than he was letting on.
