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Post by softballgal on Jan 19, 2011 22:59:37 GMT -5
The pain burned through my body, like fire licking at my veins. I screamed, which turned into a howl of pure agony. My ribs cracked and broke, a new one growing, like the extra one a dog had. Fangs burst through my gums, gushing blood as my mouth stretched into a muzzel. Saliva and blood ran down my chin as I panted. My finger curled and claws sproted from my nails. Rough pads took the place of calloses. Once the hair began to burst from my skin, I black out.
When I woke up, I was naked in a pool of blood and mud. I knew the blood wasn't mine and felt sick when I saw the corpse laying mangled beside me. The curse of being a lycanthrope. I bathed quickly in a creak near by, surrounded by the forest where no one could find me.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 7, 2011 14:02:21 GMT -5
There was something disturbing in the air, a smell with which I was all too familiar. Wolves. I shuddered as the scent attacked my senses and my mind. I would not be caught unaware by the wolf. Not again... a small, unknown part of me whispered. Where had that part come from? It didn't matter. To my ears, it was talking sense. I unsheathed my sword and leapt unaided 20 feet up into the trees.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 7, 2011 14:14:18 GMT -5
I pulled on my sweater and clothes quickly. I gazed at the bodies I had murdered sadly, regret and guilt raking my body. "I'm so sorry." I said, grabbing my bag and walking through the forest. I hadn't meant to kill them. I thought the chains would hold me to the tree last night for when I transformed, but that had been wrong. They were very unlucky yo have been camping this far in the forest. If only they had waited until the next weekend to do it, they would still be sleeping in bed and enjoying their saturday morning. But no, they had to be adventrous and love the great out doors. Too bad for them that they would be staying surrounded by the trees forever now. I hadn't always been like this. Once, I was actually normal. I could walk in the moonlight without fear and socialize with people without them finding out my big, dark secret. That all changed one night when I was making out with my girlfriend. We had drove deep into the forest, not wanting to be found out. That's when a wild wolf attacked us. I witnessed it tear Jillian into confetti, and I was pretty shrewed up myself, yet I survived. That night changed me forever. The wolf was a werewolf, bound to the curse of the full moons' rays. Usually they can change on their own whim and control themselves as a wolf, but I couldn't. The accident messed with my mind, making my transformations uncontrolable. Causing me to become a blood thirsty beast like Jackle and Hyde. That's why I cut all connections from my life before, choosing to run away from the ones I loved so that they would be safe from the biggest danger, me.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 7, 2011 14:19:31 GMT -5
From my perch in the tree, I saw...a boy. He was my age, but quite unlike anyone ever is, he was covered with blood. Human blood. And surrounded by bodies. Human bodies. Lycanthrope my mind hissed in anger. I watched him do something very unnatural for any werewolves. He apologized to the bodies of the dead that surrounded him.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 7, 2011 14:28:11 GMT -5
Once in town, I went to the store and bought supplies. It was always the same. Protein bars, dry fruit, and gatorade. They were easy to carry around and fullfilled most of my dietary needs. I aslo bought a lighter, batteries, and lighter fluid. All these were necessary. I even bought toilet paper. Believe me, you never had enough of the stuff. I payed with cash before easily putting it all into my camping bag, rolling up the sleeping bag and tieing it to the top to make rooom for the new supplies. Then I headed to the construction store, buying new chains, which were much stronger and hell lot more expensive.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 8, 2011 13:50:02 GMT -5
I watched the boy who was the werewolf. I was not about to lose track of this one as I had before... Wait! I'd never hunted werewolves before. Where was that thought coming from. Deep within my being I knew I held a secret that ended in death. Every time I tried to discover the secret, a death memory, a memory from the exact moment of death, seized me with a strong and fierce grip.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 8, 2011 14:30:42 GMT -5
Once done, I headed to a diner to have lunch. Hamburger and fries with a coke which was frequently refilled. Ofcourse, the steak was as bloody as my misfortunate accident last night. I ate quietly, avoiding the eyes of people around me. I watched the news, noting that there should be a really bad storm tonight. That was good. No one would be camping again tonight. That was a relief, but I still planned on going to an even more secluded area just in case.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 9, 2011 10:49:38 GMT -5
The boy seemed almost normal for a werewolf. He was one of the Transformed, a werewolf made by another werewolf. Perhaps there was more to this one than met the eye. He seemed rather glad that there was to be a storm that night. I was, too. It's so much easier to hunt if the law enforcement are NOT jumping down my throat for killing wolves.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 9, 2011 10:54:37 GMT -5
I started heading back to camp at three to prepare. After two hours of hiking, I finally believed I found a place far enough in that no one would find me. I brought out the chains and started attaching them to the strongest tree I could find. Once done, I still had a few hours before I would need to use them, so I leaned against the tree, lost in my wn thoughts.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 9, 2011 11:00:35 GMT -5
Up in the trees, i asked the birds what they knew of the strange werewolf. According to them, he was indeed a Transformed. He lived in the woods and rarely socialized. All typical behavior of a werewolf. But he apologized to the people he'd murdered. I felt I had to know this strange wolf. Wrapping my red cloak about me, I jumped from the tree.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 9, 2011 11:03:27 GMT -5
I heard a light thump behind me, and I turned quicly to see who it was. "Hey, you. What are you doing out here? You have to get out of here quick." I said, paniced. Still, I had two hours, but if she didn't start hiking back now and I some how escaped the chains, It would most likely be this person's face I would see when I came around tommorrow.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 9, 2011 11:08:40 GMT -5
"You're chained? You're even more different than I thought." I watched his face. Why would he tell me to run? Who cares? Kill him now while he is helpless! I quelched the voice that called for his death. It made no sense this time. This boy was no more threat to me than a gnat.
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Post by softballgal on Feb 9, 2011 11:10:35 GMT -5
"Please. Please go." I said, my voice raw and agonized.
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Post by dreamwriter on Feb 10, 2011 13:51:41 GMT -5
I looked at him, and suddenly, unbiddenly, my heart softened. "I can't." I made a spark in my fingers and pressed it into his chest. "Your transformation will not occur tonight. i know some of that magic at least. I'm Aviva."
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Post by softballgal on Feb 10, 2011 14:13:45 GMT -5
My eyes widened in shock. How had this girl caught onto my secret so fast. "I know you think you know what my transformation is like, but it's so much worse. I can't control myself like the others. I turn completly savage. Please, you should know what I can do." I said, grimacing from the pull of the chains and cuffs on my wrists, not noticing I was rubbing them raw by trying to get away from her.
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