HURA-LYCAN HEART by Thraxenel
Genre: General
Rating: PG-13
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For Dragon of Zanarkand (And everyone else, of course)! Scarred by a tormented childhood ordeal, Sig refuses to accept himself as a Hura-Lycan and escapes into reality to hide from the curse that is himself. Little did he know that he was getting more than he bargained for. Pls R&R!
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INTRO by Thraxie.
Hiya, fanfic readers! I MUST state that you REALLY have to read 'Beast II: Return to the Darkness' to fully understand this fic. It's all about Sig and his Hura-Lycan life. Read the parts about Hura-Lycans/ Metamorphagans and you'll get the idea. There's nothin about the rest but you might see Proteus and Raven the vampire in a chapter or two @_^.
Just to say that I don't own Jak 2 characters etc. BUT, yes, BUT the Hura- Lycans and Raven are MY ideas. Steal them and prepare to be sued.
Enjoy! Vae Victus!
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PROLOGUE
He was born into the world in an underground city set far, far below the surface of the world we all know. Though his young eyes could not see clearly, the darkness around him frightened him and he began to utter his first wail.
Voices raised from around him, and that frightened him even more. He drowned those horrific sounds with his intense crying, and he felt strange soft things touch his delicate skin. He wailed even louder.
More voices. More frightening darkness. Water streamed down his moist cheeks as his wailing grew louder and louder, but nobody seemed to want to put him down. He eventually got tired of his relentless attempt to be put down and felt a whole new sensation creep over him. His limbs were numb with fatigue, and his mouth felt dry after all that screaming. He was weakening, and before he knew it he fell straight into a deep slumber.
But as the world slipped into a comforting darkness, he heard more voices; gentle ones. He felt himself being lowered into something soft and warm. He liked it there. He wanted to stay there forever.
He ignored the strange, soft sounds around him.
Recha: Congrats, Lady Juliana. It's a boy.
Juliana. It was a beautiful sound, he thought. He felt safe and warm just hearing it.
Another voice spoke, this time rather strained, but soft and loving.
L. Juliana: Thank you, Recha.
Recha: You must be very proud, Sir Dante. S. Dante: He has his mother's green eyes.
L.Juliana: He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Recha: I'll call off to the Circle and inform them of the baby. They'll give you another Moon-Sapphire in three days time.
S. Dante: Thank you, Recha.
Although everything was fading quickly away, he heard Recha walk away, leaving these two strange, but wonderful people behind alone with him.
L. Juliana: Look at him, Dante. Our little baby boy.
S. Dante: Have you thought about a name yet, Juliana?
L. Juliana: (Smiles) Yes. Indeed I have.
S. Dante: Let us hear it.
L. Juliana: (Looks lovingly at her son) Sigfried, after the great Metamorphagan hero.
S. Dante: (With affection) Sigfried.
L. Juliana: Yes. He shall be named Sigfried.
Whatever that name meant, the little baby didn't care. He simply fell asleep in the loving arms of his mother. However, there was more to this boy than a mere little guu-guu gaa-gaa cuteness. He was not what we all expect him to be, not at all what we call 'human.'
His name is Sig. This is his story.
For Dragon of Zanarkand (And everyone else, of course)! Scarred by a tormented childhood ordeal, Sig refuses to accept himself as a Hura-Lycan and escapes into reality to hide from the curse that is himself. Little did he know that he was getting more than he bargained for. Pls R&R!
....................................
INTRO by Thraxie.
Hiya, fanfic readers! I MUST state that you REALLY have to read 'Beast II: Return to the Darkness' to fully understand this fic. It's all about Sig and his Hura-Lycan life. Read the parts about Hura-Lycans/ Metamorphagans and you'll get the idea. There's nothin about the rest but you might see Proteus and Raven the vampire in a chapter or two @_^.
Just to say that I don't own Jak 2 characters etc. BUT, yes, BUT the Hura- Lycans and Raven are MY ideas. Steal them and prepare to be sued.
Enjoy! Vae Victus!
....................................
PROLOGUE
He was born into the world in an underground city set far, far below the surface of the world we all know. Though his young eyes could not see clearly, the darkness around him frightened him and he began to utter his first wail.
Voices raised from around him, and that frightened him even more. He drowned those horrific sounds with his intense crying, and he felt strange soft things touch his delicate skin. He wailed even louder.
More voices. More frightening darkness. Water streamed down his moist cheeks as his wailing grew louder and louder, but nobody seemed to want to put him down. He eventually got tired of his relentless attempt to be put down and felt a whole new sensation creep over him. His limbs were numb with fatigue, and his mouth felt dry after all that screaming. He was weakening, and before he knew it he fell straight into a deep slumber.
But as the world slipped into a comforting darkness, he heard more voices; gentle ones. He felt himself being lowered into something soft and warm. He liked it there. He wanted to stay there forever.
He ignored the strange, soft sounds around him.
Recha: Congrats, Lady Juliana. It's a boy.
Juliana. It was a beautiful sound, he thought. He felt safe and warm just hearing it.
Another voice spoke, this time rather strained, but soft and loving.
L. Juliana: Thank you, Recha.
Recha: You must be very proud, Sir Dante. S. Dante: He has his mother's green eyes.
L.Juliana: He's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
Recha: I'll call off to the Circle and inform them of the baby. They'll give you another Moon-Sapphire in three days time.
S. Dante: Thank you, Recha.
Although everything was fading quickly away, he heard Recha walk away, leaving these two strange, but wonderful people behind alone with him.
L. Juliana: Look at him, Dante. Our little baby boy.
S. Dante: Have you thought about a name yet, Juliana?
L. Juliana: (Smiles) Yes. Indeed I have.
S. Dante: Let us hear it.
L. Juliana: (Looks lovingly at her son) Sigfried, after the great Metamorphagan hero.
S. Dante: (With affection) Sigfried.
L. Juliana: Yes. He shall be named Sigfried.
Whatever that name meant, the little baby didn't care. He simply fell asleep in the loving arms of his mother. However, there was more to this boy than a mere little guu-guu gaa-gaa cuteness. He was not what we all expect him to be, not at all what we call 'human.'
His name is Sig. This is his story.