Hello, my name is Jiro Uchiha. I'm trying out something new, kind of, in this fic. I do hope that you enjoy this, as I thought this up many years back and haven't written it until for various reasons. If you enjoy this, let me know in a review, or tweet me about it on twitter Big_Boss_Flurb. I thank you for any views and support, Jiro 'The Ghetto Shaman' Uchiha, OTF inc.
He bound through the forest, flexing his nostrils repeatedly. He caught the scent of boar, and followed the tender scent for miles. His large frame landed on a tree branch, which managed to hold his weight as he compact himself as much as he could. He was exceptionally tall by Human standards, being 6'10" at sixteen summers old, when most humans didn't even reach 6'0" by twenty or more summers. His head moved to the right, where the tender scent came from. Leaping from the tree branch, he propelled his massive frame through the air, his feet crashing onto the ground. Heading cautiously in the direction of the boar, he kept full aware of his surroundings.
Pushing stray leaves from his view, he came to a large clearing. The light that came through the sky allowed him to see a group of large boar standing stalwart, across from a large, spiky, blue baloth, a beast larger than the five boars combined. He frowned, wondering whether or not he should intervene. On one hand, killing the baloth would give the boar a chance to flee, but leaving the baloth be could lead to the beast eating or tearing apart the boar, leaving him hungry. Sighing, he cast his gaze to the baloth, who began to move, trampling toward the much smaller boar menacingly. The largest stood stalwart, legs spread, but held a look of fear in it's eyes. The beast held no mercy in it's slitted, golden eyes as he moved forward. It was either kill the baloth or go hungry. He frowned, placing his hand around his temporary weapon, a five foot spear, and surged forward.
The boars bolted, and he stood in between the boars and the large, spiky beast. Intercepting the massive beast, he jabbed it in the leg with his spear. No wound was left, as the beast's spiny skin was too thick and sturdy for the spear to pierce. Growling, he jabbed again. The attack was futile, as the beast remained unaffected. However, he could tell he had the beast's attention, as the beast's narrowed, slit pupils and bloodthirsty gaze locked onto him. Grunting, he propelled himself into a tree, forcing the massive beast to swing upward. Drawing energy from the baloth's malice, and the trees around him, he cast a spell of rot, weakening the skin of the beast, as the spell began to erode the creature. The spiky baloth hissed at him, a sound more reminiscent of a snarl. He leaped from the branch, swinging down to cleave off three of the beast's fingers, which were torn through with extreme ease.
He wondered exactly how well his spell had worked as he stalked the beast as it turned to him, a look of blind rage in it's eyes as it roared at him, the hunter banging on his chest in return as the Baloth charged blindly at him, allowing him to jump to the left and avoid it, the scent of rot clear amongst the Baloth's natural musk. He ran after the Baloth, who blindly slammed into a tree that toppled moments later, leaping onto it's back and slamming the spear into it's weakened back, causing it to scream loudly in pain as it flailed, the spear being pulled out and slammed back in again, this time reaching it's intended goal and striking the Baloth's spine, it's shorter, rear legs going limp as he pulled the spear from the beast's back. He lifted the weapon, noticing a look that crossed rage with fear on the Baloth's face, exhaling as he used his own energy and cast a spell that lulled the Baloth before thrusting the spear through it's right eye and into it's brain, the large beast twitching hard one last time.
Sighing as he looked at the deceased Baloth, he wondered how he could bury such a large animal in a respectful manner. He placed a hand on it's hard, spiky hide and smiled. "You were a worthy foe." he said, knowing that he would have had a much, much harder time if he didn't cast the spell to weaken it's hide. Turning, he set off, bounding back to his home with no boar and a dead Baloth lying around. He shook his head, hoping that he didn't fail his task too hard. I simply wanted to catch something to eat, and yet, I couldn't accomplish that. He said to himself, stopping in a nearby tree branch as he smelt another boar, pulling the spear from his back as he turned in the direction the scent came from. He inhaled, pulling the spear back as far as he could, releasing a large breath as he loosed the spear, hearing a thud and a squeal as he leapt in the direction of the sound.
When he arrived, the large spear had slammed directly through the Boar's ear, through it's brain and out of the other ear, a very lethal looking shot. He picked the large animal up by the spear, holding it tight as he turned around and carried it on his back, walking the rest of the way home.
When he arrived at the large village situated in a small clearing of the huge forest, he smiled at his neighbors, and they all greeted him with a smile, a nod, or a laugh. When he reached the large hut in the center of the village, he entered slowly as he sat, the man across from him one of a select few in the village that were larger than him. He bowed his head out of respect, the man nodding in return. "Chief Silverheart, I dropped off the boar I hunted at the butcher's like instructed." he said, and the man nodded. "I sensed the usage of black mana. Tell me, do you know who or what did that?" he asked, and the hunter sighed. "It was I Chief. I encountered a baloth and used a spell of rot to weaken it's hide. I apologize." he said, and the Chief sighed. "How many times have you been instructed to stray away from black mana?" he asked, the hunter shaking his head. "Too many times." he said.
The Chief nodded. "Listen to me. You are the sole human in our village, and for you to be human and use Black mana singles you out, and I will not have you dividing the village with your constant usage of it. This is a Wolfir Village. We are werewolves that have been blessed by Avacyn herself. Black mana has no place in our Village." he said, the human nodding to the Wolfir, the stern look in his canid eyes made more intense by his long snout. "Yes Chief. I understand. Again, my apologies." he said, bowing his head as he stood. He walked to the exit before he hesitated when the wolf sighed. "Listen to me Wulfrukh, know that I am not scolding you. I just do not wish to draw much attention to this village in such a time. Rumor has it that strong forces are at play, and I want us to be ready, and unified, in the event we need to fight. And I wish for you to be pure of heart if and when this time comes. Black Mana will erode the purity in your heart." he said, and the hunter nodded, bowing respectfully before leaving.
When he left Chief Silverheart's hut, he noticed that a small group of Wolfir were gathered in the town square, Wulfrukh able to cross the distance in a short time due to his large stature. When he reached the town square, a few glances were sent in his direction, mostly from older Wolfir that could sense his usage of black magick, something that would normally have made him either apologize or try and keep a low profile, the young human more interested in what was going on, noticing that healers tended to a young female Wolfir, her arm injured. "What happened Child?" the healer asked, the young girl howling at the pain of a stinging herb before looking to the other Wolfir. "My brother! They took him!" she shouted, frustrated at the situation, her speech coming out in barks. "Who was it?" Wulfrukh heard, a booming male voice ringing out through the square. "It was a group of humans! They attacked us while we were hunting rabbits!" she barked out, a few negative glances heading Wulfrukh's way.
"What should we do about this?" the healer asked the group, a flurry of canid grunts and snarls ringing out as the Wolfir disputed amongst themselves. "We should hunt them down and take the boy back!" one deep voice shouted, another softer voice disagreeing. "No, we should negotiate. We are Avacyn's chosen for a reason." it said, many of the softer voices amongst the group agreeing, the deeper voices all disagreeing loudly, the present Wolfir being divided in two groups. Wulfrukh looked to the small girl, walking past everyone else. "What direction did they take him?" he asked softly, trying to be comforting despite the girl's recent experience with humans. The girl pointed her snout to the West, Wulfrukh smiling as he looked in the direction, turning back to the girl happily. "Thank you. What did they look like?" he asked, and she whined, looking down. "They were wearing white. That's all I can remember." she said, and Wulfrukh nodded.
"That's all I need to know. Thank you Child." he said, rubbing her head and scratching behind her ear briefly, making the small child smile as he rose back to his feet, his eyes looking westward. "Wulfrukh, what are you thinking?" he heard, turning to see Chief Silverheart make his way through the crowd, the young human turning to him and putting his hand on his chest as he squared his stance. "Chief, I wish to be the one to go and bring back the captured Cub. Since the Wolfir are the chosen of Avacyn, it only makes sense that the one human in the village should go to avoid any problems." he said, and the wolf hummed as he looked to him, a few voices drowning each other out while trying to speak, the visible green aura Silverheart began to emit causing them to cease their arguing as he exhaled hard from his snout.
"Very well. I shall permit you to take one weapon and search for this child. If you can not find him within three moons, return and we will create a search party." he said, and Wulfrukh exhaled, looking up to the sky, noticing that it was about midday, he looked to the chief and dropped to one knee. "Allow me to take one axe. I shall return by midday tomorrow at the latest." he said, a few surprised faces within his range of vision, the chief placing a large hand on his shoulder. "Very well. Depart as soon as possible. Do not overwork yourself. It would do us no good if the both of you were dead." he said, and Wulfrukh nodded, leaving the town square and heading to the local armory, his large, powerful legs making his stride much larger than normal as he grabbed a single, shinning axe off the display, turning to the west and immediately beginning to jog.
His jog began to pick up, his arms rising and falling in time with the beats of his large legs, his jog turning into a brisk run, his arms rising closer as he glanced to the axe, the bearded blade large enough to take the heads off of large animals at the least, the four foot long handle allowing him plenty of reach as he continued to speed up, flaring his nostrils as he searched for the scent of humans or Wolfir. His brisk run turning into a full blown sprint, his heart beginning to throb in his chest as he covered large distances in a small amount of time. He leapt into the air, landing his large body on a thick tree branch, crouching down as he looked about, seeing a small fox run away at the sight and feeling of the human flying through the air and landing on the branch, the forest he entered being extremely quiet otherwise. He exhaled, dropping down from the branch as quietly as he could, remaining in a crouch after he hit the ground softer than he expected.
Placing a hand on the ground, he released a small pulse of Green Mana as he began to extend his range. Deer grazed in the forest to the east, a small caravan passing by to the south, the west being completely bare of activity, Wulfrukh unable to detect even a rummaging squirrel. To the north, he sensed distress, pushing more green mana into the forest to increase the detail with which he received information. The caravan had passed by, the deer to the east both young females, a third, stalwart deer watching over them, his focus shifting to the north. The distress increased, and he noticed that the distress gave off a small pulse of Mana, this one easily identifiable as Green. That must be him. Wulfrukh thought as he moved his hand, rubbing the ground in appreciation as he stood, rolling his shoulders.
He crouched down, the muscle in his legs tensing up as he shot forward. With each beat of his large legs, dust was kicked up, the ground barely handling his intense force as he moved throughout the forest, pulling the axe overhead and cleaving a branch in his path, the branch coming in two very cleanly as the distress grew closer. Wulfrukh inhaled, trying to remind himself not to use any form of black mana or magick that could be associated with black mana, like rot, decay, death, darkness, and the like. Jumping over a large root sticking out of the ground, he began to smell things, picking up the distinct scent of Wolfir as he closed in, his heart throbbing as he smelled humans, and an oddly large group of them.
The humans laughed as they continued to torment the small Wolfir child. The small wolf boy remained as still as possible, his tail tucked between his legs and ears and posture lowered as he was the subject of laughter and the target of insults and projectiles. "Wait till that bastard commander of ours sees this!" one man screamed. "Damn straight! He lost a hand fighting a werewolf, and we got an entire Wolfir unharmed! Child or not, that's much better than what he can say!" a second man, this one portly and unkempt, said, raising a bottle with an alcoholic brown liquid inside. A third man, this one confused and drunk, scratched his head. "Hey! You guys think he's got a human penis, or a wolf penis?" he asked, and a couple of the men looked at him in disgust, more of the drunken men joining in, seeming genuinely intrigued. They turned to him, and his large, hazel eyes widened in fear as his muscles tensed up and hair stood on end.
When the men stood to find out, a large shadow was cast over them, the men unable to turn as the massive body of Wulfrukh landed directly on one man, his body being catapulted to the ground as his back was simply crushed, Wulfrukh snarling, much like a wolf, as he came down on a second man, shouting loudly as the remaining fifty eight men all rose to their feet and brandished their silver weapons, charging at Wulfrukh. Wulfrukh analyzed their physical abilities by simply seeing their body language and physical muscle movements, able to tell that many of the men were intoxicated and unable to fight at full force, a simple wide arced swing taking off the head of another man, Wulfrukh turning his axe sideways and using the broad side of the blade as a bat as he cracked the head hard, the velocity strong enough for the head to strike a fourth man in the chest and crack his ribcage, Wulfrukh able to smell the fact that a broken rib pierced his heart.
Wulfrukh stepped back from a silver tipped spear, seeing the weapon meant to slay his mentors and kin and growing disgusted, tearing the spear from the wielder, kicking a large, portly man back as he made them all fall into each other, Wulfrukh tossing the spear as hard as he could, piecing the portly man and the three men neatly lined up behind him, the four man kebob being driven back into a tree, Wulfrukh tossing the axe from his left hand back to his right as he came up in a wide upwards arc, cutting a man almost in half, the remaining skin and tendons still attached, making it look as if he were cracked open and nearly pulled apart, much like a poorly filleted chicken leg, Wulfrukh catching the next man by the throat and squeezing hard, hearing the man's windpipe being reduced to nearly nothing as he dropped him, rolling his shoulders as the fifty men remaining grew afraid.
"In the name of the Wolfir, I swear that none of you will exit this forest alive!" he shouted, slamming his axe into the ground, binding it to the ground as walls of magickally created and reinforced wood formed around a small circle of trees, sealing the men in with him. The first group of men came at him, a second group fleeing to attempt to chop the walls down breaking off. Wulfrukh caught the first man by the back of the skull, pulling him close as he slammed him face first into the axe that was bound in the ground, his skull splitting at the force, Wulfrukh letting him fall as he punched the twelfth man in the stomach, making him drop his sword, the Wolfir raised warrior stepping on the pommel as he shoved the man down, the blade being knocked back up as his skull was pushed down on it, the thirteenth man jabbing a rapier out at Wulfrukh, who slid to the side calmly, grabbing the rapier by it's thin blade and pulling it from the man's hand.
With a simple jab, Wulfrukh pierced the man's chest, the thin blade sliding between his ribs and into his heart, a fluid step back causing the blade to exit his body as swiftly as it went in, his body crumbling as Wulfrukh exhaled, pointing the rapier at the remaining men, making sure to keep an eye on the few men that barely managed to dent the magickally reinforced wood. He counted forty seven men remaining, and out of that group, six brandished swords at him. Wulfrukh concentrated, remembering the brief Rapier training he endured with one of the stronger female Wolfir in the village, a woman named Luisah Moonpearl. It was something Wulfrukh wasn't fond of, the warrior briefly glancing at the thin blade. I should have grabbed a regular sword. Ah well, at least I can freshen up my rapier skills at the least. He though as the six men closed in at once.
Wulfrukh clashed blades with the first man, the rapier sliding down the blade with ease as the warrior jabbed upward quickly, stabbing him in the windpipe as fast as he could, stepping back from another blade swing, inhaling as he began to move forward, noticing the third blade coming from his left in a downward angle, in a fashion that let Wulfrukh know that, despite the two handed grip it was held in, that his opponent was left handed. Wulfrukh spun around the attacking blade, jabbing the man in the back of the head with his elbow, knocking the man off balance as he fell, Wulfrukh fluidly thrusting out his bent arm, the second man from before bringing his sword up sideways to block, misjudging the blade as it slid over his blade and into his chest, through a rib and into his left lung.
Pulling the blade out, Wulfrukh stomped on the third man, cracking his skull as he ducked his large body under the fourth swordsman, his wide, singlehanded arc swing leaving him wide open, Wulfrukh moving fluidly as he rose up and jabbed the rapier out, piercing the man's right eye and his brain, the scent of blood becoming very apparent as he tried to pull the blade out, cursing briefly as he noted that it somehow got stuck in the man's face, the fifth and sixth swordsmen coming at him from the sides. Thinking quickly, he pulled the man's corpse close to him, dropping to a crouch, hearing the two shinning blades clang above his head, the men stumbling back slightly as Wulfrukh jumped up, throwing both of his legs out to the side as he bonsai kicked both men in the skull. He tossed the corpse in his hands at the group of men who had put a small hole in his magickally reinforced walls, something that irritated him a bit.
He turned to the two remaining swordsmen. Taking the blade from the man to his left, he slid it into his skull, quickly disposing of the man on the right in the same fashion, a single warrior from amongst the human group coming at him full force, pointing a rifle in his direction, pulling the trigger as a fast silver bullet flew in his direction, pelting him in the shoulder. Wulfrukh hesitated, stopping and looking at the bullet wound as the man reloaded his gun. He flexed his muscles, the clenching mass of his shoulder and pectoral muscles pushing the bullet out, the silver object clanging to the ground before the man could finish reloading his gun, looking up to notice that Wulfrukh's behemoth body was standing directly in front of him, the man dropping the gun in shock as the hunter's massive hands wrapped themselves around his head, a stoic smile crossing Wulfrukh's features as he simply twisted, the man crumbling to the ground as forty men remained.
He looked to the young Wolfir, who had risen to his feet and moved towards him. "Relax your nerves child. All will be well with me here." he said, picking up the rifle and pointing it at the cluster of men who continued to work on the wall, pulling the trigger as one man fell face first in a burst of blood and brain matter into the wall, sliding down as the other men were either distracted by the sudden shock, or turned frantic, attacking the wall with their weapons as much as they could, Wulfrukh tossing the rifle, not fond of it's odd function. He ran at the men, leaping into the air and landing on another pair of men, grabbing a second pair by their skulls, slamming their heads together and dropping their bodies as he turned to a fifth man, throwing a hard right hand that hit him in the jaw and lifted him off the ground, his neck beginning to stretch from the force before his brain stem snapped, his body going limp.
Wulfrukh threw a hard left, the next man being slammed into the wall, his skull shattering as his face was slammed between a large fist and a solid wall, the warrior cursing as he felt one of the silver tipped blades strike him in the right shoulder blade, spinning fast and hard, the blade being flung out of his back into the thigh of another man coming from the side, Wulfrukh clapping his hands on the man's skull as he grew angry that he was wounded, the man's skull cracking and flattening as he fell, the Wolfir raised hunter stepping back as he grabbed the blade from the man's thigh, pulling it out and slamming it between his eyes, his life fading instantly as the mage in training panted, another wild right fist reducing Wulfrukh's number of opponents to thirty, half of the humans that kidnapped the Wolfir boy laying broken and unmoving across the ground.
The men slowed their assault on the walls, turning to him in a huge mass, Wulfrukh analyzing that the thirty men left were all in better physical condition than the thirty men he had already killed, inhaling as he watched them circle him like vultures, Wulfrukh noticing that, based off of the sun's position in the sky, a mere hour to an hour and a half had gone by. "You humans don't move very fast. I could have caught up to you guys in three hours if I remained jogging I bet." he said, not paying attention to the fact that the men slowly began to close in. "Ah shit, old man Silverheart is probably gonna be pissed I killed you guys so quickly. He's always trying to get me to act like a green mage. He's not fond of my more… red battle tendencies." he mused, more to himself than anyone else. He heard a bark, glancing to the young boy. "Look out!" he shouted, Wulfrukh giving him a thumbs up as he moved.
Wulfrukh spread his hands as he crouched down, opening his mouth and tensing his jaw, moving his arms around to the front of him as he began to claw at the dirt, moving his arms to his side, a crescent drawn in the dirt, the wild, savage stance something Wulfrukh picked up from Uleki Spiritwalker, a Wolfir Shaman he spent a lot of time around growing up. He felt someone to his right begin to move, turning in that direction quickly as he swung his hand out, his hard fingertips acting like claws, the man's leather armor being torn with a swing of his left hand as he rose, a single stomp of his foot allowing him to close the distance as he clamped his tensed jaws down on the man's throat, rising up to a vertical stance as he picked the man off the ground and tossed his body, a few of the men stepping back as he spun as he clenched his fist, a foolhardy man that charged him screaming being struck with the backfist at it's most powerful, the moment when his fist clenched, his neck snapping as he fell to the ground.
The remaining men all attacked at the same time, Wulfrukh inhaling as he focused, his trained senses making the men seem to be moving slower, his massive arms allowing him to grab the closest man and slam his head into into his opponent's, pulling his sword from his hand as he dropped his body, clashing blades with another man, knocking him back as he shoved the man, spinning the blade into a reverse grip and slamming it into the chest of a man who came down with a poleaxe, Wulfrukh catching it as he dropped it, spinning the poleaxe overhead, swinging the large weapon in a wide arc, three men falling victim to a carefully aimed swing, their throats being slit as three fountains of blood erupted, Wulfrukh dropping the axe and pulling the sword from the man's chest, stepping to the side of the original man's blade, simply hacking into his flesh, the blade lodging itself in his skull as he fell over.
The next man came down with a club, Wulfrukh tensing his muscles as the large wooden object struck him in the skull, breaking into many pieces as Wulfrukh caught the man by the throat, lifting him into the air as another man with an axe came at him, catching that man by the throat as he squeezed their throats hard, driving both men into the ground with a tight grip on their throats, their crushed windpipes cutting off the air they had. "There's only twenty of you left and I haven't broken a sweat. Surely you should all surrender and beg me to let you live." he said, rolling his shoulders. "Fat chance you monster! Twenty is all we need to kill you!" one of the men shouted, making Wulfrukh furrow his brow. "Really? Twenty is enough to kill me when sixty couldn't do the job?" he thought, chuckling at the logic. "I didn't know humans could tell such jokes." he said, vanishing and appearing in front of the man who spoke out, placing his hands on the man's skull. "Only, I'm not laughing." he said, beginning to shake the man's head as fast as he could, his body spasming as the vibrations caused him to begin to leak fluid from his eyes and mouth, his brain shaken so profusely it snapped his brain stem.
Nineteen. He thought, inhaling calmly as he stepped back from a sword,turning to his left and sliding to the side, chopping the man in the neck, crushing his windpipe. He picked the man's body off the ground in one swift motion, tossing him to the side as another spear came from his right, Wulfrukh keeping his feet in place, his body leaning back as the spear passed him by, the man stumbling forward clumsily as Wulfrukh clenched his right arm, lifting it up as he brought his elbow down on the man's spine, hearing an audible crack as he fell to the ground, broken in a fashion Wulfrukh was sure human's couldn't be broken in, stomping the man's skull with his massive foot as he turned to the next man, noticing that a group numbering roughly ten continued to work on the wall, a hole large enough for a small child to fit through made from their frantic assault on the reinforced wood. Catching the next man by the arm, he dragged him closer, putting him in a standing arm triangle as he squeezed, the man's body struggling only for a brief moment before going limp.
Sixteen. He thought, noticing that roughly another half hour had passed by, his body beginning to tingle, knowing full well that tonight was a full moon. When night falls, I must be at the village to protect it. He thought, knowing that his role was village protector while his fellow villagers went out and hunted. Keeping an eye on the sun, he ducked under a man's wild axe swing, catching him from behind by the waist and tossing him overhead, the man flying into the axe Wulfrukh left in the ground, the force he was thrown with allowing the axe to remain still while still cutting him in half from the tip of his head down. Picking up a fallen spear, Wulfrukh blocked two swords at once, shoving the men back as he dropped the spear, jabbing the man to his left in the stomach, taking his sword and spinning, turning to the man to his right and stabbing him in the right temple with a very rapier like jab, the man to his left falling back, Wulfrukh able to pick up the spear and jab the man in the face with it, pulling it out and exhaling as he pulled back.
He tossed the spear as hard as he could, the spear cleaving straight through the stomach of one man and lodging itself in the wooden walls, the trained hunter noticing that the hole they put in the wall was almost large enough for the men to fit through. Twelve. He thought, the final dozen men remaining as he shook himself free of the blood that coated his body, exhaling when he noticed the carnage in full detail. "Don't move! If you do, we'll kill this thing!" he heard, turning to the two men that weren't attacking the wooden walls, who had restrained the small Wolfir boy, one man holding his arms back in a Full Nelson hold, the other pointing a silver tipped blade at the boy's throat. He could smell the fear on them, exhaling as he finally had a chance to relax, glancing down to his slightly sore shoulder, noticing that the wound he received from the bullet had begun to heal already, something that made him relatively happy.
He lifted a foot, being able to smell the silver being pressed against the boy's throat. "We mean it! Take one step closer to us and we'll kill the mutt here and now! He can't handle silver like you!" the man with the sword shouted, Wulfrukh humming. "Tell me, have you two signaled your commander?" he asked, and the man holding the wolf back smiled, his broad, yellowing teeth visible from behind the boy's silver fur. "Yer damn right we did! The boss is on his way here to kill yew right now!" he shouted, Wulfrukh being irritated by his accent. He turned to the wolf child, who struggled to get free. "Don't move Cub, I've got this. Just uh, close your eyes if you don't like blood." he said, the Wolfir boy clamping his eyes shut as Wulfrukh slammed his foot to the ground, a pulse of green mana surging through the ground as large wooden spikes rose up and pierced the men, the man with the blade being struck in the back of the neck as the man holding the young Wolfir was pierced from the anus, the spike tearing through his soft organs as he dropped the boy from the shock, his body going limp as the other ten men escaped through a hole in the wall.
Wulfrukh smiled. "Boy! How fast are you?" he shouted over, pulling the axe out of the ground and watching the wooden walls vanish slowly. "Not very. My sister is faster, since she actually got away." he said, and Wulfrukh laughed. "Very well then! Quickly, hop on my back, I have humans to hunt." he said, the boy jogging over and climbing onto Wulfrukh's back, digging his clawed hands and feet into Wulfrukh's flesh to stay on. "Didn't Chief Silverheart say we can't hunt humans?" he said, Wulfrukh picking up the scent of the boy's doglike breath as he inhaled, crouching down. "I'll hunt whatever I damn well please, and the old man can yell at me later." he said, shooting forward as he searched for the scent of fear and leather, a combination that was very distinct to his trained nose.
He caught up with the first man, an aging fellow, quickly, the man having tripped over a large root and broken his ankle. Not wishing to waste time as he could smell the others getting away, Wulfrukh simply slowed his run, pulling his right leg back and punting the aging man's head clean off as it flew above the trees. Continuing his run with the boy on his back, Wulfrukh held his arms up. "Score!" he shouted, the thrill of the hunt allowing him to be much more free and happy than almost anything else as he stopped, taking a sharp turn, gritting his teeth at the feeling of the young boy's claws in his flesh as he picked up the scent of a second man, the other eight scents becoming faint. I can't waste time hunting this one. All of these kills have to be quick. He thought, remembering a lesson that Indro Fullhearth, Chief Hunter of the village and Wulfrukh's secondary mentor taught him. If you have to hunt a group and can't or won't bring them back to the village, only take your time with either the last, or the juiciest. He had been taught, simply leaping up and jumping on the man's spine as he made another sharp turn.
He began to run, his nostrils flared as he traced the other seven, noticing that only one seemed to be out of his range, turning westward slightly to catch up to the closest individual, noticing that the man stopped, Wulfrukh exhaling sharply as he closed in, leaping into the air, looking down as he noticed a trap laid on the ground, the most basic of hunting tricks unable to outsmart the trained hunter. Landing past the traps, he spun and caught the man, shoving him into a tree, the boy on his shoulders baring his teeth as he stretched his neck forward, biting the man's throat and shaking his head as he tore one of the man's neckbones out, spitting it out as Wulfrukh whistled, the boy howling loudly as they began to move on, only seven men remaining.
As they ran, Wulfrukh turned to the boy that clung hard onto his back. "I'm impressed Cub. What's your name?" he asked, the boy's tail wagging as his lips spread in a smile, lowering his head as Wulfrukh jumped over a root to avoid an overhead branch. "My name is Phelan Silverfang." he said, Wulfrukh's right eyebrow rising as he flared his nostrils, briefly turning away to smell the next of the remaining men, who was relatively close. "Silverfang? Isn't that the name of the Village smith? Are you Kane's son?" he asked, the cub nodding as he noticed the next man in the distant reaches of his vision. "I can see him!" he shouted, Wulfrukh looking ahead. "The next guy after him is about three hundred meters north of him. I should be able to kill this guy without stopping." he said, more to himself than to Phelan, the young boy watching as Wulfrukh jumped slightly, turning to the side as he tossed his axe, watching it spin as it bounced off the ground, the blade lodging itself the back of the man's skull, Wulfrukh not letting this slow him down, grabbing the long handle and tearing it from the back of the man's head as he moved on.
His large powerful legs carried him three hundred meters in a matter of seconds, lifting the axe overhead as he chopped the man down, not noticing where the axe actually struck, only sure he killed him, the single scent that was out of his range coming back to his nose, another half hour having gone by based off the sun's movement, the sky growing orange as night seemed to be coming early tonight, something that made Wulfrukh want to hurry. "Will you hunt their commander?" Phelan asked, and Wulfrukh hesitated as he jumped over another large root. "If I encounter him after killing the final five, I will engage him. If not, I must hurry back to the village to watch over it while all of the adults hunt." he said, and Phelan sighed. "They took me on the last hunt and all I got was a rabbit." he said, and Wulfrukh laughed. "Don't sound sad Cub! Everyone starts out small!" he said heartily, turning to the east as he smelled his next target.
As he closed in, he looked to Phelan. "I'll let you have this one. Can you latch onto things from the air?" he asked, the Cub whining as his ears drooped slightly, Wulfrukh hesitating and pulling the Cub off his back, tossing him through the air, the Cub's panic fading as fast as it could as he opened his jaw, landing on the panicked man's back, biting the back of his neck, the man's large throat almost too big for his jaws to comfortably clamp around, the cub squeezing as he felt his canine teeth strike the man's windpipe, his body going limp a few moments later. Wulfrukh clapped as the boy stood, his gravelly pants the only noise he could focus on. "Very impressive. I see you like aiming for the windpipe like I do. Perhaps when you're a little older I'll take you on a hunt with me." he said, patting the short Wolfir on the back, the boy dropping down to a quadrupedal stance. His broad nostrils flared. "There's four left, and a small ways that way I smell two of them together." he said, and Wulfrukh glanced westward, noticing that the boy was right.
He jabbed his neck towards the scent. "Let's go then. I'll slow down to keep pace with you." he said, the boy nodding as he tensed all four of his limbs before shooting forward, Wulfrukh laughing happily as he clenched his leg muscles before vaulting himself forward, his large, broad bounds keeping pace with the Wolfir's clawed limbs, their targets growing closer as the sky seemed to turn a bright orange. "Phelan, can I trust you to head directly to the village if the commander shows up? The sun is setting and I want you to be back at the village by nightfall." he said, and the Wolfir boy turned to him, nodding as he opened his mouth, beginning to pant as they closed in on two of the remaining four men. "I'll take the smaller one." Phelan said quickly, tensing his muscles as he continued to speed up, catapulting himself over a large root to pounce on his prey almost like a cat, Wulfrukh using his huge reach to turn sideways and grab the axe by it's pommel, using the hook like beard of the axe to hook his opponent and pull him back, tearing his arm off in the process.
Spinning the man around, Wulfrukh spun his axe, the man's severed arm flying off into the distance as he slammed his weapon into the man's skull, finishing him off quickly as he looked to Phelan, who shook his head on the other man's throat, his struggling ceasing, his attempts to claw the Wolfir boy both ironic and futile. As he let him go, Phelan exhaled, Wulfrukh able to see the exhaustion on the boy's canid face. "Go home Phelan. There are only two men left. I smell them nearby. Let me take care of them." he said, the young Wolfir's ears drooping slightly as he nodded, turning in the direction of the village and taking off at full speed. Turning in the opposite direction, he noticed that the last two men stood in front of him, both holding out a pair of silver swords.
"Showing your faces? You humans really are lambs to the slaughter, huh?" he asked, turning to them as he sighed, rolling his shoulders. "Tell me, where is your commander?" he asked, and the man on the right laughed. "What's it matter? You can't get past us. We're the strongest members of our squadron, the Yngmar brothers!" he shouted, and Wulfrukh hummed. He hadn't noticed, but the final two men actually did look alike, reminding him that he didn't actually look at many of the faces he killed, something that made him a bit irritated. He rolled his neck. "Well, O' great Yngmar brothers, please spare me of your amazing skill and grace." He said sarcastically, twisting the axe in his grip as he grabbed the middle of the shaft, crouching down slightly before taking a single step forward. Taking another slow step forward, he noticed them tense up, the hunter exhaling, knowing full well that when your prey expects you to not disappoint it.
Wulfrukh counted three, the number of steps it took to close in on the duo, swinging his axe down in front of them, the four swords making a small steel and silver wall to block the large weapon, shoving it back slightly, both swordsman spinning around Wulfrukh and swinging their blades down at his back, Wulfrukh dropping down to the ground, spinning and pulling his axe close to him, blocking all four blades, shoving back as he rose to his feet, slamming the axe's hooked beard into the throat of the first man, angered that they managed to get behind him and nearly strike him, catching the other man by the throat, the axe forgotten. "Where is your commander?" he asked, angered enough to change his plans. I'm going to hunt this commander like the animal he is. He thought, the man struggling to speak, Wulfrukh letting some of the pressure off, the man gasping for air.
"He's three hundred meters north in a clearing, waiting for someone to rendezvous with him." he said, and Wulfrukh smiled, letting the man go and patting his shoulder. "Thank you my good man." he said, a smile on his face as the man turned to walk away, Wulfrukh grabbing his wrist. "Did I say I was letting you live?" he asked, pulling the man close to him and locking him in an arm triangle, leaning forward as he fell back, slamming the man face first into the hard ground. Spinning as he stood, he frowned down at the man's corpse. Some of these humans are stronger than I assumed. Perhaps I should study them more closely. He thought, thinking about taking more stealth lessons from Nyx Newmoon, the village's stealth expert and mate of Chief Hunter Indro Fullhearth. He began to walk the small distance, relatively sure that Phelan had made it back to the village, the orange sky turning purple as the moon slowly came into view.
Back at the village, the Wolfir prepared to hunt, Avacyn's Cursemute not removing the natural Wolfir instinct to hunt on a full moon night. Before they could set of with the Chieftain's word, he walked to the village gates, exhaling as he waited, his authority clear, green mana flowing around him as he led the group, his charge signaling the Wolfir stampede that always followed behind him. However, he waited longer than normal, hearing pants off in the distance, smelling blood and sweat, holding a hand up to halt everyone, Indro walking up to him, the red furred Wolfir inhaling. "Why are we waiting Chief?" he asked, his baritone voice reverberating throughout the crowd of Wolf men and women. "Someone approaches. Ready yourselves for battle if I give the signal." he said, the Chief Hunter turning to his men and fellow villagers, telling them to remain calm as a single figure came into view.
The chief strained his aging eyes, his nose picking up on the scent of human blood, the smaller distance increasing the power of his senses. As the figure grew larger, he noticed it was the missing Wolfir boy, Phelan Silverfang. The village smith, Kane Silverfang, moved to the front of the group, able to smell his son. "Phelan! You're alright!" he shouted, the boy running straight into his father's arms, nuzzling the man's black fur as he panted hard, worn out from the long journey home. Everyone cheered as a few happy howls rang out, the silver coated boy standing on his own, people starting to notice the scent of human blood coming off of him. "What happened to you?" his father asked, Chief Silverheart watching intently. The boy sighed. "Wulfrukh came to help. He was so scary. I didn't know that someone could take down sixty men so easily." he said, and Chief Silverheart raised a brow. "Tell me Cub, did you sense any dark magicks at play?" he asked, and Phelan looked down, shaking his head.
"No. The only magick used was a green spell Wulfrukh used to stop the men that took me from escaping. Ten of them escaped, but he hunted them down and took them out." he said, the Chief sighing. "I explicitly told everyone not to hunt humans. What excuse did he use to justify his criminal actions?" he asked, and Phelan shrugged as he slowly got his breath back, his pants slowing down. "He said that you stated that no Wolfir can hunt humans, and that it didn't apply to him because he was human." he said, and a few chuckles rang out as the Chief exhaled. "That child is always up to no good." he said under his breath, turning to the moon before looking out to the forest."Where is he anyway?" Indro asked, and Phelan turned to the forest, frowning. "He was off to kill the last two humans. He should have returned by now unless he wanted to hunt their commander." he said, and the chief groaned, choosing to ignore the human boy's almost obsessive hunting tendencies. He looked to the moon again, shaking his head.
"Let us hunt! Remember the rules! Don't kill what you can not bring back! Give thanks to your prey, and above all else, do not hunt pregnant females, children and humans! Fall back if you encounter any demons, devils, elementals, horrors, vampires and so on. If it tries to kill you or eat you, do not fight it, only our shamans possess the power to defeat these creatures!" he shouted, the Wolfir all listening intently. "If you run into the missing Wulfrukh, do not engage him! He may be in the middle of a hunt. If he speaks to you, all is well. Remember to return by midday tomorrow or at least notify someone of where you will be if you do not wish to, or can not, return by that time. Am I understood?" he asked, and the Wolfir all nodded respectfully in unison. Inhaling, the old Wolf bellowed out a deep, baritone howl that shook the ears of his villagemates, everyone setting out into the forest at once, the group moving as one cohesive pack.
Reaching the clearing, Wulfrukh noticed that there was a single man waiting for him, the man not wielding any weapons, Wulfrukh noticing that he seemed very relaxed as he watched the large man walk into the clearing, coated in the blood of his men. "I see that you have managed to rid of me of all sixty of those foolish drunkards. Tell me, what were they trying to do that make you so angry?" he asked, Wulfrukh frowning as he stopped roughly ten paces away from the man. "They had kidnapped a Wolfir Cub from my village and were attempting to examine his genitals when I arrived." he said, and the man shook his head. "My apologies. I do hope that the child was not harmed or scarred in any way." he said, and Wulfrukh shook his head. "He is fine." he said, the man glancing up at the sky. "She's beautiful, isn't she?" he asked, and Wulfrukh looked up, chuckling when he saw the moon.
"I do enjoy a nice full moon night. Makes hunting more enjoyable for some reason." he said, and the man laughed. "I must agree with you. Full moon nights make everything so much more enjoyable." he said, and Wulfrukh turned to him, the man casting his coat off. "My name is Guillermo Ulfstein, a commander from Thraben." he said, and Wulfrukh nodded. "My name is Wulfrukh Wolfirsblood, a Wolfir raised hunter." he said, nodding to the commander, who chuckled as he discarded his hat, rolling his shoulders as he rose a brow. "Wolfir raised? What are those mongrels like?" he asked, and Wulfrukh clenched his fist, remaining calm as he responded. "The Wolfir are an honorable group of Wolf Warriors that serve Avacyn and protect the forest they live in." he said, and the man whistled.
"I can smell that you're getting worn out. I haven't fought in a day or so, especially not on a full moon night." he said, and Wulfrukh grabbed the leather shirt he wore, pulling it over his head as he cast it aside, his heavily muscled body nearly glistening in the full moon light. "If you think that fighting five dozen humans is enough to get me worn out and weakened, you greatly underestimate my stamina." he said, Guillermo nodding. "I wonder, what's the biggest thing you've hunted without magick? A boar? A stag?" he asked, and Wulfrukh exhaled slowly, noticing that the man avoided looking at the moon. Wulfrukh remained silent and stalwart, the man chuckling. "I guess I should get this over with. Tell me, where is this Wolfir village you mentioned?" he asked, pushing his hair back as Wulfrukh began to take off the leather armbands he wore, rolling his neck.
"I can smell that you aren't at your full power. Since I will die thrice over without the thought of divulging the location of my home to you, why don't we just get this fight started finally?" he asked, kicking his shoes off, the large wood and leather objects bouncing off with the rest of his removed clothing. The man tilted his head back, finally looking at the moon. "You youngsters are always in such a rush to live in the moment that you fail to question if you'll even have another one." he said, chuckling as his body heaved, the moon triggering some form of change in the man.
Wulfrukh watched carefully, hearing crackling and popping as the man's body began to contort, starting with his limbs. His arms began to swell, the muscle increasing in size and length, tearing the shirt he wore to shreds, his fingers growing broader and his nails turning black and lengthening, his shoulders squaring as he rolled them, a light brown, almost golden fur beginning to spread across his arms as his pants tore, his feet contorting as his shin's thinned out, beginning to take the shape of a wolf's back legs, his knees bending as the same fur began to run down his legs, his toenails tearing through the shoes and destroying them, turning black and claw like much like his fingernails.
His chest became much broader, his ribcage expanding as his organs began to grow in size with his body, his muscles becoming more defined as the same fur coated his chest and back, his muscles thick enough to see rolling and stretching under the fur, Wulfrukh noticing his tail, the warrior remaining as calm as he could, his heart throbbing hard in his chest. So… this is a werewolf. Chief Silverheart told me of them, but I never knew they were real. To think that humans can turn into Wolfmen much like the Wolfir are. He thought, his eyes turning to the man's transforming face and throat.
The man's nose broke instantly, his chin thinning out as it slowly began to extend, his upper jaw and lip slowly fusing with his nose, which had changed color, being a bright red, the signature nosepad of a wolf forming as his lips stretched and extended, his teeth all growing sharper and more jagged, his canine teeth drastically increasing in size as his cheekbones moved, his eyes becoming more slanted as they increased in size and turned a dark golden color, his ears growing in size and moving up on his face slightly, the man inhaling deeply and bellowing, a massive baritone roar that shook the whole clearing, the grass at Wulfrukh's feet being blown as if by a strong breeze. The hunter inhaled, his body quivering at the sight, his lips spreading in a sick smile.
Elsewhere, Chief Silverheart and the other Wolfir all hesitated at such a loud howl, the peaceful wolf warriors all disliking the sound of a large, angered werewolf during their hunt. "Chief, you wanna do anything about this?" Indro shouted, many of the larger, male Wolfir all waiting eagerly for the wise Wolfir's response. He sighed. "We will not confront the werewolf unless he confronts us. We are not his prey or his opponent." he said, and the males all sighed, some snarling with their mouths open to make it seem like a sigh instead. Indro nodded. "Chief, you think it's Wulfrukh?" he asked, and the Chief breathed hard from his nose, the force blowing a mushroom off of a nearby tree. "I wouldn't be surprised. I just hope that if it is, he's alright." he said, shaking his head as the Wolfir continued their traditional full moon hunt.
Wulfrukh watched the wolf man as he stared him down, the man growing quite a bit from nearly six feet tall to slightly over eight feet tall by Wulfrukh's estimation, the hunter tensing himself. With my current physical condition, and the fact that I've already removed most of the clothing I'm wearing, I might be able to kill this guy without magick of any kind, much less black magick. He thought to himself, exhaling hard as the wolfman howled again. Wulfrukh hesitated as the man shot forward at him, much faster than expected, Wulfrukh jumping to the side as the therianthrope slammed into a tree, Wulfrukh's heart skipping a beat as the tree began to waver from the force. The wolf turned to him with a sinister glare, his golden hair and eyes illuminated eerily by the full moon's light, Wulfrukh avoiding another wild charge, realizing that he was moving much slower than he should have been.
Why am I moving so slow? He thought to himself frantically, avoiding the wolf man's wild claw swings as he leaped into a tree. He noticed that his balance wasn't the best, and that his heart was throbbing in his chest. Am I… scared? Of him? He asked, the hunter rising to his feet on the tree branch, a frown on his face as the thought. He looked to the moon, his thoughts traveling to all of the Wolfir who have put irreplaceable time and energy into raising and training him to be a good man, good warrior, and above all else, a good hunter. He scowled deeply, jumping down across the field from the therian, turning to the bloodthirsty werewolf, his fists clenched.
"You might have caught me off guard and scared me a bit, but I've gotten my bearings. Come on, let's see what you can do!" he shouted, and the wolf's thin, furry lips seemed to stretched and peel back in a smile, his large, jagged teeth very bright in the moon's glow, Wulfrukh squaring his stance as his eyes locked onto the werewolf, his focus changing as his perspective shifted. He was no longer the human who was being attacked by a werwolf. He analyzed the wolf's physical appearance, gauging it's abilities and maximum capabilities based off of it's rippling muscles and large stature. He had changed focus. He was now a hunter, and he was analyzing his prey.
I am a hunter trained by Wolfir to fight, hunt and survive anywhere, anytime. I will not be scared by something I thought was an urban legend a few moments ago. He thought, running forward as him and the werewolf clashed, intertwining arms as they pushed against each other, the test of strength becoming brutish as the werwolf snapped his jaws at Wulfrukh, the boy beginning to shove the wolf back slightly before pulling him toward his body, slamming his head into the wolf, hearing him call out in pain as he stumbled back, Wulfrukh lifting the large wolf, who he gauged weighed at least six to eight hundred pounds, spinning him and slamming the golden therianthrope to the ground spine first as he jumped back, shouting as loud as he could, his blood running through his veins as he felt his heart throb against his ribcage with each beat.
I am a hunter! I shall not be intimidated! I shall not succumb to fear! The unknown can not overcome me, because all the unknown amounts to is prey I have yet to hunt! He screamed internally, the last statement driving his hunting instincts wild. Yes! This man in front of me is not frightening, for he is merely my prey! He shouted to himself, the wolf rising to his feet and snarling at Wulfrukh, who rolled his shoulders and neck harder than before, his chest and stomach muscles all clenched as the wolf man came at him, Wulfrukh catching him by the chest, wrapping his arms around the wolfman's broad chest and tossing him overhead, the wolf flopping to the ground as he rolled to his feet, staring the human warrior down not as defenseless prey, but as a worthy adversary.
The Wolfir all hesitated at the massive surge of green mana they felt, all looking amongst themselves in confusion. "What is that?" Indro asked, and Chief Silverheart looked to Uleki, the shaman's silver and black fur standing on edge. "What can you sense Uleki?" he asked, and the Shaman Wolfir shook his head. "Great emotion. A furious golden blade clashing with a stalwart stone. Whatever is happening, this werewolf from earlier has shifted his focus and managed to think coherently and take it's opponent seriously." he said, and Indro's brow ridge shot up. "What can cause a werewolf to think as coherently as one of us?" he asked, and Uleki shook his head. "Whatever is causing this beast to think as clear as a summer sky, it has almost stolen his wild berserker rage." he noted, feeling the ground and shaking his head.
Wulfrukh ducked under a wild right haymaker from the werewolf, shooting to his feet as he slammed his right fist into the wolf's stomach, the wolf not flinching as he continued to attack, catching Wulfrukh with his left hand, tossing the human over head as Wulfrukh rolled in air, sliding back as he landed on his feet, a smile on his face as he rebounded and began to run at the wolf, all of his sense gone, Wulfrukh desiring nothing more than to enjoy what he was doing, a child like glee in his step as he jumped in the air, slamming his knee into the wolf's jaw, landing on his feet as the wolf hit the ground, turning and dropping down, clawing a crescent in the ground as he watched the wolf stand.
Finished! I do hope you enjoy this one, since it took a LOT of time to name the protagonist, think of what I was going to do etc. Surprisingly, I managed to use a combat scene to name various Wolfir in the village and what they do to build on the structure of not only the Wolfir themselves, but the village they work in. I'm actually pretty happy I did that ahaa. Anywho, I hope this gets to you soon, as it's the morning of 4/11/16 right now, but regardless of when it gets to you, I do hope you enjoy it and continue to read more of it in the future. I thank you for everything, and appreciate it, Jiro 'The Ghetto Shaman' Uchiha, One Twisted Fuck Inc.