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AN: I recieved yet another comment saying to make the parts longer. I am despretly trying to do that! As one of my friends said, ' Ever since I've gotten out of school, my penmanship has gone to hell!' One more thing - I am feeling particularly evil today, so time for some public humiliation. This is for 'The West Virginian' : I totally understand about making the parts longer, but, when is it your place to judge how I write my story? That is the whole point of Fanfiction.net - ' Unleash your imagination and free your soul.' It's rated R for a reason. If I wish to make these characters curse, then I will do as I please. Don't like it? Simple. Don't read my fanfic. There are almost 30 other fanfics by very talented authors out there who are not even close to being as harsh as this one. * whew * Thank you for your time everyone.
The Fabled Were-Sara part 6
AN: This entire part is written as a first person view/ Sara's POV.
I look up into the endless sky. I never knew how dark it could get out here. Huh, guess you learn something every day, don't'cha? Ever since this....'event' occured, things have been, well....different. Everyone knows (especially Tony) that I'm one of the smartest kids in Ms. Iknow's grade 8 class, right? Well, for some reason, I can't really seem to remember all that stuff now. Math, languages, algebra, trigon....what was it called again? Oh yeah - trigonomatry. All of that is simply irrelevant now. Calculas doesn't apply to the ' Laws of the Hunt' as Lupie called it. Now, he's teaching me to be smart all over again. Except, he says, it's a different kind of smart. Different kind of smart? I asked. Yes, he told me. All of that useless dribble you learn in school is just human education. Worthless out here. But wait a minute, I pleaded. I've always been taught that having an education is essential to excell in life. Also, you can apply your smarts to different, real-life situations. Lupie cocked an eyebrow at me, like I was some sort of whacko. Think about it, my child, he said, a bit aggrivated. Will knowing what 2 x 2 is help you kill your prey? Will it build a fire for you? Will it find you a warm, dry place to sleep at night? I sat down, stunned into silence. Good point, I mumbled. " Sara," I sat still. " Sara!" Lupie's trying to get my attention. Might as well listen.
" Pay attention, my child," Lupie ordered. " I must give you a lesson on how the Law of the Hunt works. "
" How come?" The time shifter grinned a mouthful of teeth, his Petra stamp still visible through his coarse fur.
" Why, to get ready for tonight, of course."
I followed behind Lupie, all of my newly upgraded senses taking in the entire atmosphere. The sights, the smells....now I know how Flint sometimes feels. I kind of wish Tony could experiance this. A vivid sensation of scents and lighting that almost seems to weave a mystical tapestry throughout my mind. I noticed that Lupie kept looking back at me, like there was something funny about my apperance. " Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, frustrated. Lupie sat on his haunches.
" Look at yourself," he queried. " You're walking on all fours." I blinked in surprise. What? Was I really? I looked down at myself, while I continued blinking. Hot damn, he was right. The funny thing is, I didn't even notice myself change like that.
" Wait a minute," I ordered. " It's almost physically impossible for a human to walk on all fours easily. How come I can do it?"
" Because you're changing."
" What?"
" Take a good, long look at your body. Even though I bit you less than two hours ago, your body is changing a lot quicker than I thought." I could feel a large, gaping pit at the bottom of my stomach. Please don't let him be right, I pleaded. If there is a God, he'll be wrong...Sure enough, I lost. My clothes....or, what was left of my clothes, were torn, dirty, and only covering the essential parts of my body. Well, I guess now I know where that draft has been coming from....The fur that I saw earlier was now even thicker - give my body another hour or so and I'd qualify as the world's first genuine bearded lady. What I assumed to be a tail was indeed that. I can remember seeing large dogs back home with their tail docked (cut short). I had one just like it. My tounge sought around my lips, remebering tasting blood. I put a hand/paw to my lips - torn to shreds from my developing fangs. I didn't even want to feel or see what my face had turned out like. I also noticed that my body was a little more streamlined now. Almost like a....wolf.
Lupie seemed incredibly pleased with me. Right now, the time shifter's cheery attitude only made me hate myself more. Ugh - now I know how Frankenstien felt..." Lupie, I'm tired. When can we find a place t--"
" SHHH!!!" he sharply hissed. He used a miniature paw to motion me forward. " Look." Up ahead in the forest clearing, I could see a small band of huntsmen - about three or four, all poised and ready to kill. My mind still a blur, I could faintly remember the large, barrel-chested man - Bunyan, I think, boasting about how he would kill the werewolf - me. These poor SOB's before us probably wanted to beat 'im to the punch, kill the monster, and claim ever-lasting wealth and fame. Suddenly, a small, yet sinister voice rang in my head.
' Too bad you have no use for money now!' Yeah....NO! Wait! What was I thinking?!
' These are innocent people here!' I mentally shouted, locking the voice in a verbal war.
' Yeah right, ' it seemed to scoff at me. ' They have come out here for the sole purpose of painting a tree with your brains. You call that innocent?'
'.....' I had no reply. The voice was right. They've just come here to kill me, and almost definatly Lupie as well. I didn't want to admit it, but the voice was right. All of a sudden, I came to a horrid realization. This...this is my hunting voice....I can remember Lupie saying something about that you're not a true predator until you either have or listen to your hunting voice. I've just listened to mine.
The hunt is on.
" Hey, Samuel! Seen anything yet?"
"Nope. You?"
" Nah." The small group of hunters nervously looked on, lying to themselves that there really wasn't anything in the nothingness that surrounded them. One of the men, John, I think his name is, sighed and hoisted his rifle onto his shoulder. All of them looked tired, aggrivated, but mostly disappointed at the fact that after all of that boasting they did earlier, they would all go home empty-handed, looking like fools. Not that they already were. I can remember Lupie telling me that a good way to take down your enemy/prey is to get them angry. When they're angry, they're a lot more likely to make a grave mistake because they would be blinded by anger. My dwarfish companion motioned with his muzzle to make the first move. A slight smirk on my disfigured face, I began to step on and crack some dried leaves and twigs. The hunters were silent.
" Shit! Did you guys hear that?"
" Of course! Okay everyone, get your rifles ready!" One hissed. They all obeyed. My smirk turned into an amused smile. These men were shaking like a leaf! I'd like to see them try and stay calm, much less fire a gun. I then started to walk/jog around the clearing they were in, flashing parts of my vaugely human body now and then. These once mighty hunters were now whimpering like frightened childern. This was so exciting! I resisted every urge in my body to break out laughing like a maniac. Well, I've given them visual, now audio. I made low, growling noises in my throat, then stretching them out into quiet, whispering howls. Now, the grand finale. I tilted my head up ever so slightly, so that my eyes may catch the yellow moonlight, filling them like they would with a cat. I turned my gaze to the hunters without moving my head. They were scared shitless. Flashing my lethal fangs, I lept forward with deadly accuarcy to my intended prey. Within minutes, all four of them were lying on the ground, lifeless, once drowning in a pool of their own blood. I heard a faint clapping behind me. Gee, guess who. Wordlessly, Lupie slowly nodded his head in approval. He trotted up beside me and tore off a chunk of soft, tender flesh and popped it in his mouth. He nodded once again.
" Good catch. I am proud of you, my child." I too nodded in gratitude. I sucked in a mouthful of cool, crisp night air. My belly was warm and full of nourishment, and I finally felt that I could proudly accept who I am, and what I have become.I smiled, for I believed that I was truly content. I have new friends, a new family, and the only laws and rules I have to follow are that of survival. Friends....Flint.....all the time shifters.....Family.....Tony.....Uncle Bernie........Friends......Murlock............ . . . ... . .
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Well, what did you all think? I read and reagard all the comments you send me, good or bad. Sorry this part was so late. Thanks, everyone!
Ly the werewolf :-)
AN: I recieved yet another comment saying to make the parts longer. I am despretly trying to do that! As one of my friends said, ' Ever since I've gotten out of school, my penmanship has gone to hell!' One more thing - I am feeling particularly evil today, so time for some public humiliation. This is for 'The West Virginian' : I totally understand about making the parts longer, but, when is it your place to judge how I write my story? That is the whole point of Fanfiction.net - ' Unleash your imagination and free your soul.' It's rated R for a reason. If I wish to make these characters curse, then I will do as I please. Don't like it? Simple. Don't read my fanfic. There are almost 30 other fanfics by very talented authors out there who are not even close to being as harsh as this one. * whew * Thank you for your time everyone.
The Fabled Were-Sara part 6
AN: This entire part is written as a first person view/ Sara's POV.
I look up into the endless sky. I never knew how dark it could get out here. Huh, guess you learn something every day, don't'cha? Ever since this....'event' occured, things have been, well....different. Everyone knows (especially Tony) that I'm one of the smartest kids in Ms. Iknow's grade 8 class, right? Well, for some reason, I can't really seem to remember all that stuff now. Math, languages, algebra, trigon....what was it called again? Oh yeah - trigonomatry. All of that is simply irrelevant now. Calculas doesn't apply to the ' Laws of the Hunt' as Lupie called it. Now, he's teaching me to be smart all over again. Except, he says, it's a different kind of smart. Different kind of smart? I asked. Yes, he told me. All of that useless dribble you learn in school is just human education. Worthless out here. But wait a minute, I pleaded. I've always been taught that having an education is essential to excell in life. Also, you can apply your smarts to different, real-life situations. Lupie cocked an eyebrow at me, like I was some sort of whacko. Think about it, my child, he said, a bit aggrivated. Will knowing what 2 x 2 is help you kill your prey? Will it build a fire for you? Will it find you a warm, dry place to sleep at night? I sat down, stunned into silence. Good point, I mumbled. " Sara," I sat still. " Sara!" Lupie's trying to get my attention. Might as well listen.
" Pay attention, my child," Lupie ordered. " I must give you a lesson on how the Law of the Hunt works. "
" How come?" The time shifter grinned a mouthful of teeth, his Petra stamp still visible through his coarse fur.
" Why, to get ready for tonight, of course."
I followed behind Lupie, all of my newly upgraded senses taking in the entire atmosphere. The sights, the smells....now I know how Flint sometimes feels. I kind of wish Tony could experiance this. A vivid sensation of scents and lighting that almost seems to weave a mystical tapestry throughout my mind. I noticed that Lupie kept looking back at me, like there was something funny about my apperance. " Why do you keep looking at me like that?" I asked, frustrated. Lupie sat on his haunches.
" Look at yourself," he queried. " You're walking on all fours." I blinked in surprise. What? Was I really? I looked down at myself, while I continued blinking. Hot damn, he was right. The funny thing is, I didn't even notice myself change like that.
" Wait a minute," I ordered. " It's almost physically impossible for a human to walk on all fours easily. How come I can do it?"
" Because you're changing."
" What?"
" Take a good, long look at your body. Even though I bit you less than two hours ago, your body is changing a lot quicker than I thought." I could feel a large, gaping pit at the bottom of my stomach. Please don't let him be right, I pleaded. If there is a God, he'll be wrong...Sure enough, I lost. My clothes....or, what was left of my clothes, were torn, dirty, and only covering the essential parts of my body. Well, I guess now I know where that draft has been coming from....The fur that I saw earlier was now even thicker - give my body another hour or so and I'd qualify as the world's first genuine bearded lady. What I assumed to be a tail was indeed that. I can remember seeing large dogs back home with their tail docked (cut short). I had one just like it. My tounge sought around my lips, remebering tasting blood. I put a hand/paw to my lips - torn to shreds from my developing fangs. I didn't even want to feel or see what my face had turned out like. I also noticed that my body was a little more streamlined now. Almost like a....wolf.
Lupie seemed incredibly pleased with me. Right now, the time shifter's cheery attitude only made me hate myself more. Ugh - now I know how Frankenstien felt..." Lupie, I'm tired. When can we find a place t--"
" SHHH!!!" he sharply hissed. He used a miniature paw to motion me forward. " Look." Up ahead in the forest clearing, I could see a small band of huntsmen - about three or four, all poised and ready to kill. My mind still a blur, I could faintly remember the large, barrel-chested man - Bunyan, I think, boasting about how he would kill the werewolf - me. These poor SOB's before us probably wanted to beat 'im to the punch, kill the monster, and claim ever-lasting wealth and fame. Suddenly, a small, yet sinister voice rang in my head.
' Too bad you have no use for money now!' Yeah....NO! Wait! What was I thinking?!
' These are innocent people here!' I mentally shouted, locking the voice in a verbal war.
' Yeah right, ' it seemed to scoff at me. ' They have come out here for the sole purpose of painting a tree with your brains. You call that innocent?'
'.....' I had no reply. The voice was right. They've just come here to kill me, and almost definatly Lupie as well. I didn't want to admit it, but the voice was right. All of a sudden, I came to a horrid realization. This...this is my hunting voice....I can remember Lupie saying something about that you're not a true predator until you either have or listen to your hunting voice. I've just listened to mine.
The hunt is on.
" Hey, Samuel! Seen anything yet?"
"Nope. You?"
" Nah." The small group of hunters nervously looked on, lying to themselves that there really wasn't anything in the nothingness that surrounded them. One of the men, John, I think his name is, sighed and hoisted his rifle onto his shoulder. All of them looked tired, aggrivated, but mostly disappointed at the fact that after all of that boasting they did earlier, they would all go home empty-handed, looking like fools. Not that they already were. I can remember Lupie telling me that a good way to take down your enemy/prey is to get them angry. When they're angry, they're a lot more likely to make a grave mistake because they would be blinded by anger. My dwarfish companion motioned with his muzzle to make the first move. A slight smirk on my disfigured face, I began to step on and crack some dried leaves and twigs. The hunters were silent.
" Shit! Did you guys hear that?"
" Of course! Okay everyone, get your rifles ready!" One hissed. They all obeyed. My smirk turned into an amused smile. These men were shaking like a leaf! I'd like to see them try and stay calm, much less fire a gun. I then started to walk/jog around the clearing they were in, flashing parts of my vaugely human body now and then. These once mighty hunters were now whimpering like frightened childern. This was so exciting! I resisted every urge in my body to break out laughing like a maniac. Well, I've given them visual, now audio. I made low, growling noises in my throat, then stretching them out into quiet, whispering howls. Now, the grand finale. I tilted my head up ever so slightly, so that my eyes may catch the yellow moonlight, filling them like they would with a cat. I turned my gaze to the hunters without moving my head. They were scared shitless. Flashing my lethal fangs, I lept forward with deadly accuarcy to my intended prey. Within minutes, all four of them were lying on the ground, lifeless, once drowning in a pool of their own blood. I heard a faint clapping behind me. Gee, guess who. Wordlessly, Lupie slowly nodded his head in approval. He trotted up beside me and tore off a chunk of soft, tender flesh and popped it in his mouth. He nodded once again.
" Good catch. I am proud of you, my child." I too nodded in gratitude. I sucked in a mouthful of cool, crisp night air. My belly was warm and full of nourishment, and I finally felt that I could proudly accept who I am, and what I have become.I smiled, for I believed that I was truly content. I have new friends, a new family, and the only laws and rules I have to follow are that of survival. Friends....Flint.....all the time shifters.....Family.....Tony.....Uncle Bernie........Friends......Murlock............ . . . ... . .
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Well, what did you all think? I read and reagard all the comments you send me, good or bad. Sorry this part was so late. Thanks, everyone!
Ly the werewolf :-)