The boy who cried wolf

Back Story

There is a legend of boy, a sheep herder. He's been known to play tricks on his fellow herders but he would never want to harm anyone.

One day he saw an animal that filled his heart with dread. There stalking the fields was a furry creature, walking on all four of its limbs. The fur on its body was dark, much darker than any other he had seen. The claws that it had were long and sharp, he swore that each step it took clawed out a piece of the grass as it stalked his field.

Immediately he called for help "WOLF! WOLF!" He cried out in panic. Not a moment later farmers carrying pitchforks and sickles rushed towards him. Frantically he tried pointing to where he saw the wolf, but there was nothing there.

The boy was confused, but the villagers were angry. They scolded him for wasting their time, his past actions of trickery made it hard for them to believe his words.

Confused and saddened the boy looked around and true to words of the villagers there was no wolf or any signs of it being there. The boy accepted that he was wrong and continued the day.

The next however he saw the wolf again, this time it was closer to where he was. Much closer.

He saw it's blood red eyes and sharp white fangs. It ignored the sheep that he herded as it stalked its way towards him. Once again he scream for help "WOLF! WOLF!"

Again the villagers came charging to help him, and once again the wolf disappeared. This time the boy saw it disappear into thin air. Again the villagers scolded him, harsher for lying again. The boy tried to tell him that the wolf was real but they did not listen and left.

For the rest of the day he spent it looking around in panic.

On the third day the wolf was waiting for him. The boy came to his field to find all of his sheep slaughtered, and wolf standing over them with blood caked in its fur. And it did not eat them.

Once more he screamed for help "WOLF! WOLF!"

But no one came.

The boy looked around fearfully and found none of the villagers coming to his field. Again he screamed for help, his voice growing louder as the wolf grew closer and closer.

The last thing that the villagers heard for that day was tired and hoarse "Please, help me."

The boy was gone the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that.

Worried the villagers went towards the field of the boy and found the corpses of his sheep.

There was a growl and they found the boy standing behind them with a large wolf by his side. His eyes were tired and in pain. His voice never raised above a whisper, he told them that the wolf was real.

Then he apologised for what happened next.

Any traveller that day would find an entire village slaughtered. Claw marks fitting for a beast were found on the bodies. There were no survivors.

Except for some who saw a boy walking away.


A boy cursed with a spirit of a wolf that attacked him when he was young. Now the spirit resides within him and continues to grow stronger each day. Every once in a while the spirit would grow hungry and step out of the child to hunt. Only at that time can others see the beast, but only if they believe the child. Only then could the spirit retreat back into the child, but it would make sure that it would never reveal itself so that when it hunts again the child would have no one to drive it back.


Name: Pséftis

Gender: Male

Race: Human

Occupation: Former sheep herder

Likes: People who believe him

Dislikes: The Wolf

Hobby: Taking care of animals

Hair colour: Brown

Eye colour: Black

Height: 5 Feet 4 Inches


A young teen wearing simple peasant clothes. His body is pale due to him hiding in fear of the wolf going on a rampage. His body is scrawny as the wolf continues to feed off his soul and energy.

However despite this he is determined to find a way to get rid of the wolf. Pain does not faze him as the thought of death would also mean that the wolf would be gone with him, however he does not desire for death and would rather wish to be rid of the wolf rather than end his life.

The wolf itself is a malevolent spirit who feeds of the boy to grow stronger. It was once a powerful familiar that was the bane of many summoners who thought that it could control it. It grew arrogant and met one who was more than its match.

She casted a spell that devoured its previously magical form and left it barely alive as a method of cruel mercy. No longer did it have its power, but the boy that's currently serving as its host is giving it energy as it resides within his soul.

When manifested the wolf's fur is as black as night and as wispy as smoke. It's paws would barely make a sound unless it's sharp claws were out. It's fangs were as white as snow, while its eyes would be as red as blood. Beside the boy the wolf would stand a feet taller than him, even on its four limbs.

The boy himself has no special abilities, as he is just a simple sheep herder before. Even with the powerful spirit inside him he is merely a normal human.

However the spirit itself is another story. It has the power to appear and disappear by will, its body cannot be harmed by the use of regular weapons, and above all it has the instinct and ferocity of a wolf.

It cannot be killed and can only be banished back into the boy if a weapon or spell manages to harm it. There it waits to feast for another day.

While the wolf itself does not care for the wellbeing of the boy, if the boy dies it dies with him. This is only reason it has expended power it had saved up to keep the boy alive. At least until it grows strong enough to go out on its own. Until then, the boy will survive any vital wound as long as he is close to the wolf.


Prologue

A boy is screaming in the middle of a city. Many of its citizens were looking at him in annoyance before walking away.

"WOLF! WOLF! There's a wolf that's gonna attack this city."

Again the citizens scoff at his words.

A warrior however went up to him and asked about the wolf.

Relief flashed on his face "Miss, you have to believe a wolf, a wolf is going to attack this city."

At first she did not believe but the look on his face convinced her and she agreed to watch out for any wolves.

The next day came and the people were being slaughtered.

Among it all was the young boy watching with tired eyes as the wolf continued its feast.

Then she appeared, the warrior from before.

The wolf appeared to his side and growled, while the boy was looking at her in awe.

She drew her sword, while the wolf lowered itself to fight her off.

Can this woman best the wolf, or will more blood be spilled by its claws?

They won't know until they fight.