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Many years later...
Hreru, looking around the age of 18, but near 124 knew what he wanted.
He wanted his father dead and there was no one who was going to stop him. The deep gash across his chest was perminant and it did remind him of his father. It reminded him of how much he wanted to kill him.
"Hreru, where are we going?" Asked Kross. Still with him through the years just as a good servant should be.
"There's a village up ahead."
"What are we going to do there?"
"You'll see." Hreru smirked. The village was one of the ramshackled villages the Wolf Clan was preparing to attack. Hreru kept tabs on them always. Why they were attacking this particular village he didn't know and so he was curious. Hreru and Kross hid in the trees overlooking the village. It was already night, a still calm night.
Hreru and Kross had waited for over an hour before small vibrations surged through thier tree. Eprhine was coming or maybe it was possible that he had gained so many demons in his clan over the years that under each of his paws could be several demons in their Wolf Forms waiting to attack. Thousands of black wolves seemed to be plausible by the sound.
Several more minutes had passed and the quiet forest was rudely disturbed. Leaves were ripped from their branches by some grand foe, swirling in a funnel and dying instantly when they touched the wolves poisoned breath. A howl beckoned from the east, causing many resting birds to fill the air.
Hreru and Kross watched as the black wolves emerged from the forest heading right for the village, their blood-thirsty eyes beaming. It was night time when all humans were the most vulnerable. It was a time to sleep, but not for wolves. No not black wolves.
These wolves were all Hreru's kin, except all were not even close to being as large as he in Wolf Form. He was every bit more hateful and violent as you will soon see.
"Alright, Kross. Let's go." Hreru leaped from the tree, Kross landing silently behind him. Screams and the scent of the first victim's blood was lingering. Hreru and Kross hurried down the cliff, landing roughly on each ledge heading for the bottom. They cared not if the wolves got there first.
Hreru was the fastest. Kross being too slow; He left him behind. More screaming and the sound of something ripping. Something cracking. Something smashing. The entrance was ahead, no longer guarded. A large gaping hole through the splintered wooden wall had shown where the wolves had burst through.
"What do we do?" Kross panted over his shoulder watching the massacre take place.
There were already corpses lying in all directions. Split open, torn, limbless. The humans who survived ran only to be dealt with later. Wolves would nip at their heels, some stabbing a claw into a foot to hold them there so they could tear at them. It was a sickening sight.
A young woman had run out from a shack, armed with a dull spear. A dark rose tint in her eyes, her hair was long ending at her waist, a very dark brown. She wore a light violet kimono completely shreded by what may have been the fangs of a gnashing wolf.
"Leave us alone!" She screamed and struck the spear into the mouth of a wolf closing in on her. The black wolf reeled, the spear sticking out the back of it's head then it dropped to the ground. Another leaped for her and latched onto her arm. The woman cried out. The unbearable weight of the giant wolf ripped it's fangs down her arm. She doubled up a fist and plunged it deep into the wolf's eye where black sludge oozed. Now half blind, the wolf escaped and ran into another wolf. Three of it's own attacked it.
Hreru and Kross looked on as four wolves brought down a middle aged man; one ripping his throat open, a gurgle of blood coated his throat and he was instantly dead. A child, no older than 12, fled the village followed by a wolf and nothing more than a dying scream erupted.
The pack was deplinishing, sweeped away into the darkness of the forest heading home. The last wolf present carried an odd pink jewel in it's mouth attached to a chain, prancing off into the woods where the others had gone.
"That's what they were after." Hreru explained. "The jewel. We have to get it. We have to find out why my father wanted it so bad."
Kross was silent once again. He seemed like he knew something, but Hreru didn't bother. They turned to leave. Hreru glanced back at the woman one last time, no sympathy on his face. She looked back, her eyes filled with sorrow and the faint glimmer of unshed tears.
He was going to remember this. And he knew that she would look for him.
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Enchained: I'm not sure if I got Hreru's age right. If anyone wants to get back to me on that, I'd appreciate it. Please review! .
-=-=-=-3. Slaughter-=-=-=-
Many years later...
Hreru, looking around the age of 18, but near 124 knew what he wanted.
He wanted his father dead and there was no one who was going to stop him. The deep gash across his chest was perminant and it did remind him of his father. It reminded him of how much he wanted to kill him.
"Hreru, where are we going?" Asked Kross. Still with him through the years just as a good servant should be.
"There's a village up ahead."
"What are we going to do there?"
"You'll see." Hreru smirked. The village was one of the ramshackled villages the Wolf Clan was preparing to attack. Hreru kept tabs on them always. Why they were attacking this particular village he didn't know and so he was curious. Hreru and Kross hid in the trees overlooking the village. It was already night, a still calm night.
Hreru and Kross had waited for over an hour before small vibrations surged through thier tree. Eprhine was coming or maybe it was possible that he had gained so many demons in his clan over the years that under each of his paws could be several demons in their Wolf Forms waiting to attack. Thousands of black wolves seemed to be plausible by the sound.
Several more minutes had passed and the quiet forest was rudely disturbed. Leaves were ripped from their branches by some grand foe, swirling in a funnel and dying instantly when they touched the wolves poisoned breath. A howl beckoned from the east, causing many resting birds to fill the air.
Hreru and Kross watched as the black wolves emerged from the forest heading right for the village, their blood-thirsty eyes beaming. It was night time when all humans were the most vulnerable. It was a time to sleep, but not for wolves. No not black wolves.
These wolves were all Hreru's kin, except all were not even close to being as large as he in Wolf Form. He was every bit more hateful and violent as you will soon see.
"Alright, Kross. Let's go." Hreru leaped from the tree, Kross landing silently behind him. Screams and the scent of the first victim's blood was lingering. Hreru and Kross hurried down the cliff, landing roughly on each ledge heading for the bottom. They cared not if the wolves got there first.
Hreru was the fastest. Kross being too slow; He left him behind. More screaming and the sound of something ripping. Something cracking. Something smashing. The entrance was ahead, no longer guarded. A large gaping hole through the splintered wooden wall had shown where the wolves had burst through.
"What do we do?" Kross panted over his shoulder watching the massacre take place.
There were already corpses lying in all directions. Split open, torn, limbless. The humans who survived ran only to be dealt with later. Wolves would nip at their heels, some stabbing a claw into a foot to hold them there so they could tear at them. It was a sickening sight.
A young woman had run out from a shack, armed with a dull spear. A dark rose tint in her eyes, her hair was long ending at her waist, a very dark brown. She wore a light violet kimono completely shreded by what may have been the fangs of a gnashing wolf.
"Leave us alone!" She screamed and struck the spear into the mouth of a wolf closing in on her. The black wolf reeled, the spear sticking out the back of it's head then it dropped to the ground. Another leaped for her and latched onto her arm. The woman cried out. The unbearable weight of the giant wolf ripped it's fangs down her arm. She doubled up a fist and plunged it deep into the wolf's eye where black sludge oozed. Now half blind, the wolf escaped and ran into another wolf. Three of it's own attacked it.
Hreru and Kross looked on as four wolves brought down a middle aged man; one ripping his throat open, a gurgle of blood coated his throat and he was instantly dead. A child, no older than 12, fled the village followed by a wolf and nothing more than a dying scream erupted.
The pack was deplinishing, sweeped away into the darkness of the forest heading home. The last wolf present carried an odd pink jewel in it's mouth attached to a chain, prancing off into the woods where the others had gone.
"That's what they were after." Hreru explained. "The jewel. We have to get it. We have to find out why my father wanted it so bad."
Kross was silent once again. He seemed like he knew something, but Hreru didn't bother. They turned to leave. Hreru glanced back at the woman one last time, no sympathy on his face. She looked back, her eyes filled with sorrow and the faint glimmer of unshed tears.
He was going to remember this. And he knew that she would look for him.
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Enchained: I'm not sure if I got Hreru's age right. If anyone wants to get back to me on that, I'd appreciate it. Please review! .