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Traveler-of-Snow raced through the Irish highlands in his snowy lupus form. Uncommon to the surroundings, he stood out against the mostly flat landscape.
'The Wyrm is near.' The Silent Strider lowered his muzzle to the cold ground as he slowed, his delicate nose sniffing the ground in an eight pattern. It was faint.
A shadow moved out of the corner of his eye as a sudden whiff of the Wyrm filled his nostrils, setting flame to his senses. Lifting his head, his lips drew back to reveal long, sharp canines. It was a threat in itself but the growl that came with it made it three times the threat it was before.
'Bastard..' The wolf's growl subsided in his throat as he began to run again, his four legs normally moving faster than the mask this prey took if it had been what it pretended. He caught up with the shadow, another growl emitting from his throat as he switched quickly between lupus and crinos, the Garou battle form.
Traveler-of-Snow rammed his shoulder against the Wyrm taint, knocking the moving shadow from its run. It was quick though. Quicker then anything natural as it righted itself and landed in a crouch in the steppe grass field.
"Artemis.." it growled. The thing looked human. 'His' hair was long and a vibrant red even in the night with only the celestial bodies to cast light down on the otherwise dark world. It lifted its head as it looked at the massive crinos before it. Its eyes glowed dark red with Hell's flames, "I see you.." It laughed mockingly as the crinos took on a neutral position, a hard thing when rage threatened to blind the Garou.
"Why?" The Garou growled, "Why them?" The Crinos rushed the wyrm taint but it saw the attack just soon enough to avoid it as it hopped aside, its pale fangs glimmering in the moonlight, mocking the garou, "Eradication of a threat. You should understand that of all people, Artemis. They outlived their purpose."
Traveler-of-Snow snapped. His rage took his form, shaking it in a fury just barely restrained as the crinos' massive claws swung at the kindred again. His claws sharpened suddenly, sparkling in the pale light a second; it was a gift from a spirit. Perhaps one of the first most Garou got but the Galliard was no fighter.
His claw sunk deep into the arm of the surprised kindred, "Why you little..." the words turned to a scream as something snapped, the bone cracking as the claws snapped the calcium deprived mass like a brittle piece of wood; rotted from the inside and then its claw went up and through the head of the enemy.
The body burst into dust just as a massive shadowy tentacle threatened to stab the Galliard from behind.
.. but it wasn't from the Silent Strider's claw. Traveler-of-Snow looked up at the crinos to his left. Like himself, the crinos was about his height but he was younger. Not too much younger but young enough.
"Luther." Traveler-of-Snow stated, the rage brewing deep in the Galliard's form.
Luther's form changed, his bones visibly contorting and the sound would have made any human cringe. The muzzle distorted before becoming more humanoid; his paws extended and narrowed as they took on the shape of fingers.
"Lay off. It's done. She is avenged." His voice trembled slightly, the wound still fresh on the man's mind.
"Both are avenged.. The woman and my ward -- "
"-- And she was my wife." Luther cut in before turning to walk away from the ashen mess. "This place reeks of Wyrm.." he trailed off as he kicked a more abundant pile.
Bones cracked and the strange sensation that accompanied the change happened. There was pain; always pain but he had grown used to it. It was something deeper within his very soul that brought him closer to Gaia. A type of ecstasy that he could find no where but in the change. And he had looked.
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A/N: Well, that's it for Chapter 1. I haven't written anything in forever. I'm not sure if this would be Chapter 1, really. As you can see when I get the next section posted; I just can't think of the word.
Edited: Edit on March 17th. St. Patrick's Day.
Traveler-of-Snow raced through the Irish highlands in his snowy lupus form. Uncommon to the surroundings, he stood out against the mostly flat landscape.
'The Wyrm is near.' The Silent Strider lowered his muzzle to the cold ground as he slowed, his delicate nose sniffing the ground in an eight pattern. It was faint.
A shadow moved out of the corner of his eye as a sudden whiff of the Wyrm filled his nostrils, setting flame to his senses. Lifting his head, his lips drew back to reveal long, sharp canines. It was a threat in itself but the growl that came with it made it three times the threat it was before.
'Bastard..' The wolf's growl subsided in his throat as he began to run again, his four legs normally moving faster than the mask this prey took if it had been what it pretended. He caught up with the shadow, another growl emitting from his throat as he switched quickly between lupus and crinos, the Garou battle form.
Traveler-of-Snow rammed his shoulder against the Wyrm taint, knocking the moving shadow from its run. It was quick though. Quicker then anything natural as it righted itself and landed in a crouch in the steppe grass field.
"Artemis.." it growled. The thing looked human. 'His' hair was long and a vibrant red even in the night with only the celestial bodies to cast light down on the otherwise dark world. It lifted its head as it looked at the massive crinos before it. Its eyes glowed dark red with Hell's flames, "I see you.." It laughed mockingly as the crinos took on a neutral position, a hard thing when rage threatened to blind the Garou.
"Why?" The Garou growled, "Why them?" The Crinos rushed the wyrm taint but it saw the attack just soon enough to avoid it as it hopped aside, its pale fangs glimmering in the moonlight, mocking the garou, "Eradication of a threat. You should understand that of all people, Artemis. They outlived their purpose."
Traveler-of-Snow snapped. His rage took his form, shaking it in a fury just barely restrained as the crinos' massive claws swung at the kindred again. His claws sharpened suddenly, sparkling in the pale light a second; it was a gift from a spirit. Perhaps one of the first most Garou got but the Galliard was no fighter.
His claw sunk deep into the arm of the surprised kindred, "Why you little..." the words turned to a scream as something snapped, the bone cracking as the claws snapped the calcium deprived mass like a brittle piece of wood; rotted from the inside and then its claw went up and through the head of the enemy.
The body burst into dust just as a massive shadowy tentacle threatened to stab the Galliard from behind.
.. but it wasn't from the Silent Strider's claw. Traveler-of-Snow looked up at the crinos to his left. Like himself, the crinos was about his height but he was younger. Not too much younger but young enough.
"Luther." Traveler-of-Snow stated, the rage brewing deep in the Galliard's form.
Luther's form changed, his bones visibly contorting and the sound would have made any human cringe. The muzzle distorted before becoming more humanoid; his paws extended and narrowed as they took on the shape of fingers.
"Lay off. It's done. She is avenged." His voice trembled slightly, the wound still fresh on the man's mind.
"Both are avenged.. The woman and my ward -- "
"-- And she was my wife." Luther cut in before turning to walk away from the ashen mess. "This place reeks of Wyrm.." he trailed off as he kicked a more abundant pile.
Bones cracked and the strange sensation that accompanied the change happened. There was pain; always pain but he had grown used to it. It was something deeper within his very soul that brought him closer to Gaia. A type of ecstasy that he could find no where but in the change. And he had looked.
hr
A/N: Well, that's it for Chapter 1. I haven't written anything in forever. I'm not sure if this would be Chapter 1, really. As you can see when I get the next section posted; I just can't think of the word.
Edited: Edit on March 17th. St. Patrick's Day.