Authors note- this is my first fanfic, any advice is welcomed. Cannot say that writing will be a regular occurrence, albeit considering that no one truly finishes a fanfic ever. I'll be putting songs that I listen to at Certain parts (Mainly gonna be fight scenes or openers). 8
Where The Wild Wolves Have Gone- Power Wolf
Lucia clutched her bleeding shoulder as she ran through the darkened forest. Carefully stepping on the balls of her feet as to not fall beneath any uprooted trees. The darkness that loomed above shrouded her vision, her dark vision was almost useless in the absence of the moon light.
Lucia's pursuers didn't need any sight to track her in the dark, they just had to follow the smell of blood. The female Lucario could hear them howling into the night, they were close.
She dare not use her aura to provide light in the midst of the darkened forest, she'd only be found faster. So she continued to run.
But no one can escape death. Very suddenly a black figure running in on all four of its legs approached from her right, its eyes glowing like amber as she stared at them. She stopped running and prepared to defend herself from attack.
Yet the creature didn't attack, instead it circled around her. It's like of aggression was curious then she realized why when she felt the life force of several other figures.
"Dammit Xander, where did your run off to." Lucia had been separated from the other Knights of Arceus, she had no clue what had become of them. They could be dead for all she knew.
Tears brimmed at the side of her eyes but she didn't cry, warriors blossom in death. Instead she prepared to defend her self. She lifted her hands up and drew in her aura, she had already been found there was no point in dying to these quadrupeds.
The beasts circled yapping wildly at the smell of the wounded animals blood. One of the beasts grew to impatient and tried to rush Lucia from behind . She felt him coming and quickly side stepped the Mightyena's bite, she quickly tore open its under belly by dragging a claw directly underneath its stomach. Blood coated her claws and now spilled out upon the black grass.
The remaining three cowered back at the death of their comrade, she could sense the fear rise and fade inside them. They now tried to drag out her attention as group getting to close for her to like. When suddenly they pounced on her all at the same time. She unsheathed her bone sword, a metallic construct created from her essence in the form of sharpened tool of death.
With one twirl she decapitated two of the Mightyena's that had jumped to early, they fell with four individual thuds. The third one had been smart about the proceeding attack and had remained at a low sweep. Its claw tore open her inner calf of her right leg, it began to bleed wildly as it throbbed full of pain. The Jackal howled in pain while the dog howled for blood lust.
Now there was no way Lucia could run, she had to hold out until help came. If it came.
Trying to draw in an attack Lucia let down her guard, causing the Mightyena to rush at her. She tried to read it's aura to predict moves but it must had sensed this, since it back out of her low sweep.
By now she had lost a good amount of blood. The dog took noticed of this and kept baiting at her attacks to try to wait for her to fall unconscious. If the Mightyena was going to play stupid, so was she.
She released the essence holding together her sword and watched it fade away. "Here boy, here!" Aura held up her hand as if she contained a ball in it. The dumb mutt took the bait, completely entranced of the idea of playing fetch. What it didn't expect was for Lucia to throw a aura sphere directly at its head, practically microwaving its brain with emotion. Mainly hate.
Lucia took a deep breath at the moment of peace the death of the Mightyena brought her. Her respite did not last a wholly minute before she sensed a singular aura approaching.
"Lucia!" A voice called out her name, "Lucia are you there." It sounded Like Psythe, yet she dared not speak, his aura didn't feel right, it was wrong.
Light suddenly illuminated her body revealing her location to Psythe. The lightly quickly dimmed allowing her to see the Gallade in full. He had doffed his helmet, yet he still had most of his armored apparel on including metallic gauntlets, boots, breast plate, and leggings. "Lucia I'm so glad I found you." he looked worried. "Come now we must go... Lucia why do you wait."
The Gallade in front of her was not her ally Psythe always called her Lucy, and his entire posture is off. "Damn you demon!" She drew out her sword, "What have you done to Psythe."
The impersonator began to laugh, eyes full of darkness. "Oh Lucia what ever do you mean." the apparition around the Gallade's body began to swell rising like a mix shadow full of light. "It me Psythe." That apparition had now faded completely revealing the very identifiable red and black fur of a Zoroark.
The Zoroark smiled wickedly as it began to circle its prey, "I have been looking forward to this." The Zoroark's voice told Lucia it was male based off how deep it was. "Out of all the Knights you were the one promised to me." he drew out his claws, which began to glow black once fully extended.
The dark type dash forward, using the now darkened opening to his advantage. Efficiently blending in with the shadows, he slashed Lucia upon her left thigh before she could swing the sword around to him. The momentum of the sword carried her down to her right knee. She quickly tried to recover her fall using her sword as a crutch but the pain in her right calf proved to be to much to bare, making it impossible for her to stand up in time before she was knocked to her stomach by her assailant.
Lucia was then pinned to the bloody grass by the Zoroark grabbing her arm in bending it into a very displeasing position. She felt what he was going to do in his mind before he did, screaming prematurely. A slash across her back increased the volume of her whimpers as blood now poured from her back.
The Zoroark now licked the blood from his wet claws. "Promises are much better when they are finally carried out." Lucia was frozen, the pain was to much the daggers in her open wounds continued to throb and the loss of blood was bringing her to the edge of unconsciousness.
Pressure was suddenly released from her back and her arm dropped to the floor, followed by the vulpine to pick her up by the neck. Her paws struggled to remove his claw from around her neck which secured her throat in a tight grip. "Do not struggle dear, it would not be unsatisfactory if your flesh was bruised." he squeezed tighter around her throat. "I like my meals chewy, you can savor the taste that way."
Lucia still struggled to stay awake and free herself from this monsters grip. But she wasn't strong enough. She looked into the eyes of her captor, they were hungry as if he hadn't been fed in months. Her eyes slowly began to close, under the warmth of the Zoroark's cold breath.
Suddenly all the pressure was released, air began to fill her lungs as she started to cough. She held onto the rim of her neck as her throat was swollen from the hands of her foe. Coming back to her senses, Lucia opened her eyes to see a Gallade wholly absent of any apparel except his whitened cloak. He place a pink hand upon her bodice, the pain in her wounds resided as they sewed themselves back together under the multiple healing pulses.
He extended a white hand to her, "Lucy can you walk?" She grasped his hand, followed by pulled up by her white knight.
She felt is aura, it was him. Standing up she pulled Psythe into a tight hug, completely ignoring the fact that her chest spike might be poking into him. She quickly relinquished her hug on the Gallade and looked down upon a unconscious Zoroark that was bleeding from the face. "We need to find the others." she looked at her legs, which now had pink scars surrounded by stains of blood. "I think I can walk."
Psythe took her hand and led her to the direction of safety. They didn't make more than five steps.
At four steps Psythe stopped dead in his tracks. At five Lucia noticed him stopped, she froze.
Several black tendrils pierced through Psythe's torso, one sprouted out from his head. Psythe last heir to Lilian bloodline, the fifth paladin of Arceus, died from behind.
Lucia watched as his corpse hit the floor on its back from where the tendrils had retracted from the body. Lucia yelled, thinking she had been a fool for not sensing the tendrils auras. But the tendrils themselves did not have an aura, rather there was only one source for them and it was getting closer.
Sensing an attack Lucia dropped to the grass and rolled over as several tendrils plummeted themselves several feet into the earth with ease. Fueled by rage and quickened by Psythe's healing pulses Lucia began to glow. Blue flames sprouted out from underneath her licking the fur upon her bodice until it had covered every inch of her body.
Putting her hands together Lucia now began to focus her aura into one concentrated point. Reaching a critical mass she began to float into the air. The tendrils dared not risk getting closer by chance of being incinerated by the blue hue flames. Feeling where her target it was, she pushed the ball of emotion forward with her pure emotions.
Landing a direct hit, which leveled the trees around the two foes in energy containing pure rage. Whatever hadn't been evaporated in the explosion now had blue flames licking at its life force. When the darkened mist of dust cleared, Lucia used her blue flames to see the remains of her opponent.
She never got the chance, tendrils whipped out of the smoke before it cleared. A tendril wrapped around each one of Lucia's ligaments as well as one for her neck. "My my, you my dear have some immense power."
Through the mist stepped the devil. A tall casually built man with jet black hair and a circular beard stepped forward. He were what looked to be expensive clothing, consisting of a black and gold vest, and silken pants, followed by black dress shoes. * tendrils of dark shadow sprouted out from his back.
Using her emotions to sense his next motive Lucia peered into his soul, but only found fear, pure fear. She stopped at any attempt to free herself from his tightening grip. She froze.
The man smiled, "Yes,yes it would be to wasteful to dispose of such power don't you think my dear." he gazed into her wide blue eyes. "Yes death is to good for you."
The only thing followed those words, were the screams of pure agony coming from a she wolf.