The Wolf

• Posted by Ben W March 9, 2014 - 918 views

  This is my first time adding a blog post on this sight. I figured I'd give you people something my mind cooked up. Criticism is welcomed. I hope you enjoy this tale.

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  The Wolf

  The sun was now setting. It peeked beside the mountain that lay in its way, as if trying to sneak a peak at something.  Dusk... Perfect, went the thought through the man's head as a smile spread across his face. He looked at his waist to see if his blade was still there, and it was; made from a special metal that made the whole weapon weightless, as it has always been. The sword's pummel, in the shape of a moon, gave off a soft glow. The hilt was a nice length, being able to fit two hands on it and have room to shift if need be. Perfect for what he was. The man looked out into the increasing darkness, looking for what he needed. After a few moments of searching, he found it.

  Within the fort, several soldiers were looking over the maps they had "obtained" from the locals that occupied the place just this morning. The men's golden armor reflected what little remained of the sun's light. Before they had a chance to discuss a plan of action, the captain walked in. "Have you men figured out where he is yet?" the captain asked in an impatient tone.

  "No sir. Not yet, but we are looking over where he was last seen."

  "Good, be sure that you do. Amen is getting restless and wants to be the one to kill the Wolf."

  A sergeant spoke up, "Sir, with all do respect, shouldn't we be fortifying the place? Just in case the Wolf comes?". The sergeant made a good point, but the captain looked very annoyed being spoken to by him. Amen always picked favorites among his men, and the captain wasn't one of them. The back of him hand found its way across the sergeant's face.

  "Don't you dare try to tell me what we should and should not be doing! Am I clear on that, boy?!" The menace and threat dripped from the captain's voice, it made every soldier within the compound shiver. And with that, the Captain left the soldiers and went to his Lordship's side, like a good dog.

  "My Lord," said Captain Flowers with a bow. Though his name may have been extremely strange, he worked his way up the ranks in the Lionguard. His brutal tenacity and personality helped please many of the Werelords that watched his training so many years ago.  

  "What news do you have Flowers?" asked Lord Amen. The captain was a little hesitant to answer him, due to what Amen is capable of.

  "Forgive me, my Lord but we have found no sign of the Wolf yet." Flowers took a step back when he saw Amen's head turn toward him, him eyes glowing a pale yellow.

  "Look harder, damn you," Amen growled at his Captain.

  "Yes sir, right away." And with a bow, the man left to gather the men. There were a total of 20 men, excluding Lord Amen. The soldiers were around the large fire they recently started in order to see and cook their catch.

   One of the soldiers asked, "Captain, what is this all a-". A piercing howl broke the man's sentence. A couple of the more reserved Lionguard drew their swords at the sound of the howl. The silver runes along the hilts and blades sparkling in the now low hanging moon. "Oh no..." a lowly guard murmured. And was he right to be frightened.

  A pair of bright yellow eyes appeared in the trees a few yards away from the main entrance of the fort. A lone figure walked out from the shadows of the trees and stared at the 20 men around the fire. He was wearing a suit of black armor that looked robe-like. On the right shoulder was a white metal wolf head. The Wolf found them.

  Several of the Lionguard charged at the Wolf. He smiled, his teeth sharp and pointed, showing in the glow of the fire. His right hand drew his sword, white flames immediately began to race up and down the blade, and his left hand held open, his nails were dark, black claws before the first guard was on him. Quickly, the Wolf jabbed his left hand into the man's sword arm and plunged his own blade through the stomach. He gurgled, trying to breath, but the wind was gone from his lungs, and his life following it in the wind. The two that charged the Wolf, stopped. Hesitant to move closer after watching a soldier fall so quickly.

  "Don't just stand there, you idiots! Attack!" Flowers' voice seemed to do the trick for the soldiers. The Wolf smiled, liking the odds that were placed against him. He was a warmonger, and he loved every second of it. Five ran against the Nord, though they soon found themselves rushing to meet their maker.

  As the men charged, the Wolf picked up a silver blade at his side. Though he didn't want to use the extremely deadly thing, he had no choice. Two of the enemies brought their swords up for a downward slash, but the Wolf brought the two blades up in an X. The silver swords were caught, but the men tried to overpower the block. The three other men circled around the deadly man. Seeing that they couldn't overpower the Wolf, the two soldiers decided to join the circle. They all charged at the Wolf with battle cries. He knew how to handle this situation. Waiting for the right moment, he ducked. The Lionguard couldn't slow down in time. Each died by the blade of a comrade.  

  Amen had heard the howl, and was hearing now the sound of battle. He got to his armor and put it on; the gold plate giving him the protection he wanted. Then he went for his sword, its silver runes showed in the candle light. "Wergar, it is time to finally end your pathetic kind. Tonight!" the Werelion said to himself as he began to transform.

  Wergar was enjoying himself very much. Already there were only five men left and only a few cut marks on him. The dead soldiers' bodies were in little piles around him. "It's time to show you five what I'm truly capable of!" Wergar exclaimed as he began his metamorphosis. He grew a foot in height and his armor expanded with him, as is the custom for therians to have. Gray fur erupted all around his exposed skin; his jaw dislocated and grated until it found a new home.

  Four of the five guard ran toward the fully transformed Werewolf. His left clawed hand, emptied of the silver sword, grabbed the neck of one soldier while he cut and parried with the other three. To Wergar, this was becoming too easy for him. The man in the Wolf's claws tried in vain the pry them loose, only succeeding in using up his own strength. Loosing interest of the man in his claws, Wergar gave the sergeant a toss and he landed into the fire.

  His scream was enough to wake the dead and further. Flowers watched was his soldiers were killed. With a swing of the white sword, a soldier's head came with it while his left hand plunged into the rib cage of the other. The soldier had a look of complete shock on his face, from the paw around his heart and the pain. Wergar gave the organ a squeeze and the man was dead before he hit the ground, so was the light in his eyes.

  "Wergar!" It came out like a roar. There he was, standing in all his glory, Lord Amen, Werelion of the Catlords; the therian Wergar was looking for. Though Amen was not specifically involved in the fall of his family, every Lion was involved in the House of Lions. They all shared in the glory that one brought in..

   "Well well, if it isn't Amen. Finally decided to come crawling out of you tent, eh?" Wergar said. The Wolf knew all about Amen and his fighting style: he was sloppy. Using his power to bully others to do his fighting for him. But, this was a long time ago, he could be stronger for all he knew. 

  "We decided to stick around, as you can see Wolf," Amen stated. "You do realize that you're not leaving this fort alive, don't you?" Wergar chuckled, his gray fur swaying as he shook his head.

  "Funny, I was going to say the same to you and your Captain there." Flowers looked like he was in a trance, his eyes wide with shock, awe, and most of all, fear. Amen growled, his mane bristling with annoyance. The Lionlord turned toward his Captain and did something the Werewolf wasn't prepared for.

  Amen's right paw shot toward Flowers' throat. The Captain hung in the air for a few seconds before a deafening roar was the last he heard. With the roar, Amen threw his captain against one of the stone walls. There was a bang as Flowers' armored body his the stone, but he hit his head as well. Flowers was out cold. Wergar stood wide eyed in disbelief. Seems the fight with Amen wasn't going to be sloppy after all. The Lionlord turned to the Wolflord and stated, "He would have gotten in my way if he fought." Unfortunately, it was that brief explanation that set the stage.

  Before Amen could react, Wergar had pounced onto him, taking him completely off guard. The Wolf smiled and bit down on the Lion's neck. It was tough and leather-like, making it difficult for even his teeth to puncture the skin. Amen brought his teeth into the fro as well, biting at the tip of Wergar's right ear. With a howl of pain, Wergar let go of Amen's neck and jumped off of him. He could feel his blood running down into ear.

  "Oh, now you've done it Amen..." said the Werewolf.  He let out a roar that seemed to shake the very rocks that made up the fort.

  Amen now looked a little worried, fully understanding his blonder: he wounded the Wolf, and a wounded Wolf is a deadly Wolf. Wergar ran toward the Lion, bringing Moonbrand up. Amen brought up his own sword to parry, but it proved ineffective against a raging Werewolf. The blow sent power shock waves racing through his arm, making the blade wobble in his grasp. The white blade hit Amen's sword again and again. Once more, Wergar brought his sword down with such force, it caused Amen's weapon to bend. The Lion knew his time was up now, no one has, nor had, ever beaten Wergar in a full brawl before. The Catlord turned tail and started to run, dropping the sword in the process. Wergar looked up at the moons, letting their light and energy flow through him.

  The Wolf sheathed Moonbrand, dropped on all fours and ran after the cowardly Lion. Amen could hear him catching up, but he kept running. After a few more seconds, Wergar tackled the Werelion to the ground. The Wolflord pinned the Lion down to the ground and put his claws through Amen's forearms, causing a gasp of pain to leave his feline mouth. The Lion couldn't move, he was done.

  "This," Wergar shouted, "This is for my wife and children!!!" And with that, Wergar closed his jaws around Amen's throat.