(Kilkenny, Ireland 1650)
Legend has spoken of the mythical wolfwalkers, humans that can turn to wolves when they sleep. For the longest time, people hadn't believed in their very beings.
They believed that they were only just stories that put children to sleep at night. Little did they know, the wolfwalkers were very much real and are living just outside of their small and lively town.
Outside of Kilkenny, three men were working on cutting down trees. One rounded man wiped sweat from his brow, eyes closed.
He them heard rustling from the woods, and a low growl. He quickly grabs his ax, holding it up. The other two men rally behind him.
Multiple pairs of yellow eyes flickered through the woods, frightening the men. Those eyes belonged to five wolves, whose fangs were bared at them as they crept towards the men.
"Wolf!" The rounded man shouted, gripping his axe as the other two men flees. Multiple wolves came out of the forest, surrounding the rounded man.
"Get back! Back!" The man cried, swinging his axe at the snarling wolves. He didn't have a way out of the borage of wolves. One wolf grabbed the mans' axe and broke it in half with its strong jaws.
The man screamed before the same wolf used its claws to cut the rounded man on his chest twice, making an X shape. The claws of the wolf tore his beige shirt.
The man fell on his back, the pack of vicious wolves approaching him with their jaws wide open, ready to kill this man. However, someone from the forest was calling them.
Their eyes lit up to a bright yellow color and the all looked to the left, forgetting about the man. Who called them, more like howled like a wolf.
The man looked to his right, seeing three human figures walking towards him with the wolves behind him. It was a woman with two little girls.
The woman had thick red hair and green eyes, a rown of dots under each eye. The girl she held in her arms was her daughter, who carried the same features as the woman, thick red hair, green eyes, and a row of dots under each eye.
The other little girl had very light blond hair with a black stripe going down the left side, long and shaggy, caucasian skin with freckles. She had a gold feather on her left ear. Her left eye was light blue, her right eye yellow. The woman's adopted daughter.
The man started to panic when he saw the three walking toward him. However, he heard howling from the two girls and from the wolves behind the trio.
Opening his eyes, he saw them healing his cuts, a glowing wolf's paw rising out of their hands. The feather, and blue eye on the blonde girl was glowing as well.
Once they were done healing him, the woman picked up the smaller child up while the older child clung to the woman, the glowing faded from her feather and eye. They all stared down at the man, who looked at them in shock.
"Y-You three? You're wolfwalkers… aren't you?" He stammered, figuring out what they were. The woman, whose name was Móll, raised a finger without a word and pointed towards the town, telling him to leave.
The man didn't hesitate to stumble to his feet and take off running to the town. When he was gone, Móll took her children and took off in the woods with the pack.
The humans were coming after them, so they had to get far into the woods. Far enough for them to not be discovered.
I can't tell you how much I wanted to write this. I just couldn't figure out what oc I wanted to use.
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