Chapter 12: Brother wolf.
"He's fading." came a soft almost musical feminine voice. A familiar voice.
Another voice, one that didn't register came then. A masculine baritone sound "Yes, he hasn't realized the truth yet."
A soft feminine sigh seemed to flow outwards in the darkness. "We'll have to help him.. then won't we?"
"Seems we must.. but we can't show favoritism." came the masculine voice, a hint of sorrow entering into it.
The feminine voice sang out into the darkness then, soon joined by the rich baritone sound. Any who listened could begin to picture a strange creature, one of fang, fur, and claw. Power, wisdom, and mighty strength.
Though the song had no words, still the image it would cast within any listening mind would have been clear.
As this song sang into the darkness the image would change. Sometimes a man with proud shifting features, and sometimes again a great grey creature of fang and claw.
"I hear you..."came a thought from the darkness, before another song echoed outward a long lonely wail that any who heard would know. Brother Wolf was on the trail.
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Scott gasped desperately for air as his neck stretched tight. The giant zombie that had come for him had been avoided several times, but finally a strong clawing attack from it had connected with the armored man and slammed him into the ravine wall.
Stunned for a moment it had caught up with him and was now holding his head in one clawed hand, and using that grip to hold scott several feet off the ground.
He could feel the muscles and tendons in his neck stretching as the weight of his body and armor pulled at him.
Scott tried feebly to kick or punch, but his reach wasn't great enough. Soon a meaty fist flew out to slam into his sternum, cracking several pieces of his armors plating and two of his ribs.
He gasped, and blood spat out of his mouth.
"Heh, stupid meat. I can't believe you caused so much trouble. You're nothing! Nothing!" shouted the creature happily as it swung Scott back and forth, and punched him again.
Out of desperation Scott reached up and slammed his hands against the creature's forearms again, hoping this time it would loosen its grasp.
The giant snarked, "Oh give it up already. You're too pathetic to ever hurt me."
Scott's mind was going numb. His breathing heavily labored and he felt like he might have internal injuries as he kept tasting blood in his mouth.
He mouthed something as he was loosing strength and beginning to have trouble speaking.
"Huh.. What was that..?" the giant asked, bringing Scott close enough to hear.
"I..said...F-fuck.. you." Scott whispered, kicking out with both feet using all the strength he had remaining. It was to no avail however as he'd grown too weak and the monster was just too powerful.
Scott found himself slung heavily away clearing a great distance and landing hard. His breath once again knocked from him, he fell unconscious and continued to bleed.
"I'll enjoy eating you alive!" roared the monster as it started lumbering over to him.
A loud howl sound from the top of the ravine startled it though.
The monster turned and looked. There on the rim stood the largest wolf it had ever seen. That thing had to be the size of a freaking station wagon.
Soon after the howl several answering calls came. All around the rim stood wolves and even some feral dogs of various breeds. Dogs and wolves all gazing with inhuman animal eyes down at the monster in the ravine.
"What..?" asked the behemoth before the creatures of the wild descended down the various rock-slides nearest them and all raced for him, deathly angry snarls upon their faces.
The giant roared and swatted and some, critically wounding one and injuring several. The sheer mass of furious canine forms overwhelmed it eventually though. Slowly like a normal pack of wolves fighting an encroaching bear they wore the beast down.
And as it was on its knees swatting heavily at them, its legs torn, and chest ripped, the great white wolf descended into the ravine and stood across from it.
To the monster's horror it spoke, "Stupid meat. I'll enjoy eating you, even if you aren't alive."
Lockheed the giant zombie, screeched in absolute terror as the family car sized denizen of the deeper woods bared its fangs and lunged for him ending it's unlife in one decisive undeniable snap of its jaws.
Making short work of the beast the great wolf turned to the fallen human and tilted its head. One of the less intelligent members of it's pack whimpered out a desire to eat the fallen man, but found it's head swatted brutally.
"We don't eat family."
Some low whines and a few nips at exposed flanks silenced the naysayers. No one would go against Father Wolf.
One of the feral dogs in the pack wandered over and casually sniffed the man and whined.
"Yes, freckles, he will need to recieve aid soon or he will die."
A few mournful howls escaped lupine and domestic canine throats at that statement.
"As will our fallen sister." stated the wolf as he gazed over at the badly injured grey she-wolf.
The wolf made a strange dipping motion and its mass began to shift. A moment later a tall man with proud but indistinct racial features stood in its place. A great white fur cloak, loin cloth, and spear his only possessions.
The man glanced at his pack and a thought passed between them. With loud yips and yowls they raced off to find what they needed. long strong fallen branches, vines, and various other things. They would need enough to carry the fallen wolf, the man, and possibly one of the dogs.
Freckles so hoped the man survived, his smell reminded her of the delicious small brown discs with sweet chips her old female human used to make. Yep, he had cookies written all over him, and she wanted one.
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Chloe hugged herself in her room, not sure what to do. Jake had come by trying to cheer her up, but he'd left soon after.
How do you cheer someone up when they've just lost what amounts to their child? A child she'd cared for, and played with and grown to love.
"Maribeth.." whispered Chloe softly into the cool night air.
A thought crossed her mind and she shuddered before being racked by sobs. She didn't know if Scott was alive either. He'd been gone a week now, and never once was spotted by the guard.
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"He will too come save me!" shouted the little girl before kicking the small troll like creature in the shin.
"Ow! Hey you little brat! I oughta eat that foot!" snapped the small creature. While it hadn't even remotely been injured it was still annoyed. Just who did this little blond git think she was?
"Look, He's dead. Alright, get used to it. You're stuck here with me."
Maribeth looked like she was about to kick him again. Then thought better of it. She didn't want him eating her foot after all. How would she dance with her Scott when he rescued her?
"Why are you in here with me anyway?" asked the little girl curiously.
The creature shrugged. "They call me reject for a reason. Apparently my attitude wasn't right for the cause or something."
Maribeth blinked and then blinked again. "Um.. your attitude?"
The small grey creature nodded, "Yeah, I asked why we were trying to kill off all the humans and stuff. It seemed stupid. I mean. What would we eat? A cow..? blech."
The little girl screwed up her nose at the idea that he wanted to eat people, but realized he wasn't all bad. He wasn't eating her foot after all.
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Well there was an incredibly small chapter, introducing a few new twists and a big ass wolf. lol.
Feel free to hate on me for being so short, but I just wanted to throw in a few new shifts in the story paradigm.