posted on Jul, 6 2005 @ 06:26 PM
Luna, will they ever leave us alone Chris thought. He was testing the summer air, the scent of a non-Lycan came to his sensitive nostrils. The
scent traveled fast in the light moonlit air. Chris preferred to hunt at night. The game was more plentiful, it provided the wanted meat and the
needed blood. This happened from time to time, humans, with the odd desire to intrude on the solitude that the Lycans had developed, far from
civilization, for their sport, due to fear. Chris thought of his given name, Christian, a noble name at the time, it mocked him now. Christians have
been hunting his kind since, well, forever it seemed.
He had had a good night, the rabbits were running and Chris had his fill, both meat and blood. Always removing the brain so that the change would not
fall on his prey. This human was a noisy one, easily avoided as well, Chris suspected. He was at least a half an hour away. Time enough to digest his
meal. Chris thought back to the time that he was “initiated”, a mistake by a young Lycan. Older than Chris to be sure but barely a cub in the den.
Chris was taken in his 19th year, he was 4 decades older now but looked the same. Lean, tall, close cropped, even in wolf form. A sharp contrast to
Frank the den leader. Short, stocky, long of mane and as wise as he was ferocious. Frank was over 200 years of age, taken about the time of the
Revolution. He had taken a shine to Chris when the pack thought it was not time to admit that the pack needed to grow.
Franks will was not to be overturned easily. It was the time of the cartoons. I was a Teenage Werewolf was the best for a laugh. Always
portrayed as scavengers and murderers. Yes there was some that crept into society for this purpose but the majority wanted nothing to do with the
humans, let them lead their lives, co-exist by staying away. A lesson learned from much trial and error. There would be no co-existence, the
humans fear would not allow it. Frank was right, the pack needed to grow.
Sniff, sniff. Something different but still 10 minutes away. Chris would have to move soon. He reflected on his Lycan name, “Cheetah”, he was
fast. No other Lycan could keep up with him. He wondered if he could actually bring down a cheetah? That would be an accomplishment. To be the fastest
moving mammal on the planet. A smile emerged on Chris’ face as he thought of that...
.. something was not right here. He could still smell the human but he couldn’t hear him. Another smell as well, that he knew well but why now? A
half brother. Wolves and Lycans lived together in peace, unlike the shaky existence that Lycans have with humans. Strange mixture.
Chris lowered himself from the lower branches of the tree, human in appearance and started after the human. The trees hung low in the humidity, he
swiped the branches aside as he progressed towards his prey? He really didn’t want anything to do with humans anymore but this was about
survival. He came to an Alder tree, tacked to it was a vest. That explains the smell Chris thought. Where was this human? He opened his
nostrils and eyes but couldn’t see the intruder.
He turned his back to the bole, still searching. Out from the foliage came a fare sized wolf. Hello brother, thought Chris. The wolf just
looked at him. Again, strange. This made little sense to Chris. A rustling, Oh #, ABOVE. Chris was hit hard in the shoulders, driven to the
ground. He leapt up at speed and curtailed the desired to bite the human. Turning, he grappled with the human, fear was in it’s eyes. You should
leave us alone thought Chris. Chris was hit yet again from behind, teeth sinking into his shoulder. The wolf, they’ve taught our
brothers. Time was slim. The change came upon Chris. His elongated snout reached out and removed the nose and upper skull of the wolf. The weight
left him but he was weakened and he still had a human to deal with. In this state it would take little time for Chris to be dispatched. He reached
back and with the strength remaining, plunged his fist into the human, tearing away his thorax and spine. He dropped the body. Luna, why must we
put up with this.
He slumped against the tree.
He needed to get home.
[edit on 6-7-2005 by intrepid]
[edit on 7-8-2005 by worldwatcher]
[edit on 8-3-2005 by worldwatcher]