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The forest
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He ran, through the forbidden place, the chase was on he had been a fool to enter, a dare form the village boys, they had dared him to enter the deep haunted forest which was said to bring death to any that entered. But he was known for his recklessness and his thirst for adventure, so when the boys had dared he had entered.
Now a chase had begun, he stood no chance , the creature was fast and Seth knew he had little chance of escape, he would die in this damn forest at the tender age of fourteen.
Never one to run his pride caught up with him, deciding he would die a man, not allowing himself to be attacked from behind, he turned suddenly seeing the flash of silver.
He managed to focus on the creature which had also come to a halt, the full moon seemed to highlight the creature in the forest, Seth noticed how the forest's beauty died compared to this creature.
It was a wolf, but yet it wasn't, he had seen wolfs and for the most part they were ordinary creatures, this one was magnificent, silver and grey hair glistened in the moonlight, but it was the eyes that entranced him.
The eyes were blue almost silver like the moon, and he saw knowledge behind them, this creature was capable of human intelligence, foolishly reassured by this Seth stepped forward, the need to touch this creature overcame him.
It happened in a flash, he saw the fear enter the creatures eyes then the teeth before they sunk into his arm, the pain took a while to register, he was too caught up with the creatures eyes.
Guilt, it was one he had seen in many eyes, this creature looked at him and Seth could feel the sorrow this creature felt, sorrow for doing this to him and in that instant Seth new something had changed forever.
Seth woke a light sweat covering his body, same dream, he was sixteen now the dream that haunted him had happened two years ago. Many would say he should be over it, however it hadn't ended that night, the dream came as tonight was a full moon and he would once again be entering that forest to become a creature with a thirst for blood.
That night two years ago he had left the forest, he had not been surprised to see the local kids of the village had ran away in fear when he had not returned, they probably feared him dead.
He had quickly cleaned and dressed his arm not wanting and infection, but he didn't realise that the infection had already entered his blood.
He was the son of a farmer and always worked hard, the farm sat on the edge of the forest, which now called to him, rest never came at night and he soon found new feelings arise within.
Need and lust, it grew inside him, and as the next full moon approached he found himself walking back into the forest, that night he had finally understood, as he endured the painful transformation into a wolf.
Seth shook his head as he remembered that night, and the next day, shock had set in, his body had ached but the lust and need ached within him more.
It was never sated his lust for something which he assumed was blood of another, he always strayed into the forest on a full moon, hoping the stories parents fed their children kept them away.
He hoped many times that he would see the wolf that had turned him, that beautiful creature, sometimes he looked in the eyes of the villagers wanting to see those silver eyes stare back, but they never did.
Seth rose to wash, the sun had barely risen and he had a lot of work to do, he had inherited the farm after his father had been killed by in an accident in the village, his mother had past many years ago when Seth was still a boy.
So at the young age of sixteen, he was heir to the farm and its land, but he felt so much older than sixteen, he looked at the young boy already hard at work.
Needing help on the farm Seth had employed one of the boys from the village, he was fifteen only slightly younger than himself, but yet so much more innocent.
Zach was his name and he was beautiful, Seth allowed his eyes to linger on the youthful figure working up a sweat as he worked, Seth felt his lust rise as he thought of what pleasure he could take and give to Zach, but Seth did not know if he could control the beast inside, he could never hurt Zach.
Taking himself to wash he solved his erection how he usually did, by himself as he thought of that beautiful wolf and Zach, and all the pleasure he would gain from them both.
When he had done and washed up he walked into his kitchen, I a lose white shirt and pants, he shouted Zach in for something to eat, as Zach smiled and blushed slightly, Seth turned away and groaned, this was going to be a long day the wolf inside was more awake on the day before the full moon.
The day dragged by as he worked out his frustration avoiding looking at Zach who he had noticed watched himself a little more than he should, that is all he needed for Zach to have a crush on him, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself.
He finally entered the forest, moments before the moon would rise, he had grown to appreciate the beauty of the forest, its lush green tress that were many different kinds, he touched the trees balk wondering how long they had stood there.
Stories the villagers shared had kept them away, they feared that creatures roamed the forest and he knew they were right, he was one of them.
Seth watched as the moonlight started to shine through the trees highlighting the beauty of the forest, it bathed him in light and he gave in to the beast inside.
The transformation was less painful now as he new what to expect, it was easier to just give in and not fight, fighting only caused the pain. Amongst his own howl into the night he heard another, maybe tonight he would find that other.
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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Goo Goo Dolls - iris
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Re: The forest
It had been many cycles of the moon since he had walked in this forest. More than he should be able to count. More than he should want to count. But still, he counted them. It had been 23 cycles of the moon. Tonight would mark the 24th.
He inhaled deeply, letting the scent of the forest fill his lungs. The trees here were old and he smelled that age, smelled that sense of connection to all things that had passed before. They had seen much, these silent sentinels. They had witnessed birth, life, death. He ran a hand slowly, tenderly over the bark of one of the older trees. How much blood stained their bark?
His senses were starting to sharpen. He could smell the warm, furry creatures that scurried through the underbrush. He felt saliva beginning to pool in his mouth as he caught the scent of their blood. He looked up at the sky, it was darkening, the blue bleeding to soft purples, which would soon run to deep black.
He sighed. Why had he returned to this forest? The memories were too strong here. They were memories of failed intentions, of broken vows. They left a bitter taste upon his tongue. Yet… they were also memories of a rushing of the blood, of a fleeting moment when his hunger had nearly been sated. And the sweet taste of that moment still lingered on his lips. Had he come back to relive that moment? Or had he come back to force himself to face his failure, to punish himself one last time before he surrendered himself to the beast completely. Or had he come back with the faint, impossible hope of finding his salvation?
The moon was rising now, it’s cold light creating shadows, creating an illusion of silver as it touched his black hair. He felt his body shudder, felt the sweet pain of transformation begin. He surrendered himself to it, embraced its almost sexual feeling.
He stretched up against a tree, letting the muscles in his back flex. As he stretched, he raised his face to the moon and released the tension in his body with a long, low howl. Around him, he heard the sound of small padded feet fleeing. His muzzle twitched at the scent of fear that permeated the air around him. The saliva that had been pooling in his mouth, dripped from his sharp teeth. He turned his muzzle into the faint breeze and opened his mouth slightly, letting the scent fill him. It was pitifully easy. They always thought they could run, that they could hide. But his senses were the finely honed senses of a predatory beast. He lowered his muzzle toward the ground, but there was no need to continue to search for the scent. His sharp, strikingly blue eyes had already spotted his prey.
He padded over the forest floor, his paws barely disturbing a leaf. As he approached the small patch of brambles he paused. He could hear it breathing, could almost imagine its warm, soft sides heaving, its eyes wide with fear. That was the mistake most of them made. Their eyes widened, letting the moonlight reflect in them so brightly that even an ordinary human could see their eyes glowing in the darkness. Had they closed their eyes instead it wouldn’t have been as easy. He would have still found them, of course—the smell of their fear alone would have led him to them. But at least they would not have to look into his eyes as his jaws closed on their throats.
The fawn made a soft, whimpering sound as his teeth ripped into its neck. Off to the side, he could hear its mother, a low sound of grief escaping her as she realized she had chosen the wrong spot to hide her baby. As he felt sweet blood ran hot over his tongue, he heard her restless stomping and maternal instinct warred with the instinct of survival. As the warm, tender chunks of flesh slipped down his throat, he heard her run off into the night. The instinct of survival always won.
He stood, his hunger temporarily eased. He ran his tongue along his muzzle, licking the last traces of the fawn’s blood from his mouth. He growled softly. He knew what would follow now. It always followed whenever sweet blood ran down his throat. The hunger for flesh sated, his body began to hunger for something else. The familiar ache spread through him, set his nerves on edge. He paced restlessly then pointed his muzzle to the moon and unleashed a howl from the depth of whatever soul still existed once the beast controlled him. The sound rumbled through his body, stroking every muscle as it released. Yet it did not release the tension in him.
He howled again, louder this time, and he thought that the trees rustled their leaves in sympathy. His trees. He had played among them as a child. He had tasted his first kiss beneath their sheltering canopy. They had watched him grow, had welcomed him into their family with outstretched limbs. And they had trembled, their leaves falling like tears around him as the beast that raged within him was born. They had borne silent witness to the breaking of his vow. And perhaps tonight they would finally see the end of the man that still struggled for existence within the skin of the wolf. He howled again as he acknowledged the true reason for his return on this night, 24 cycles of the moon since he had broken his most solemn vow to himself.
In the distance another howl disturbed the silence of the night. It rose from the forest floor and traveled through the trees, its pain, its longing wrapping around his. He snarled as a shiver ran through him, standing his fur on end. He sniffed the air around him, but picked up no scent. He stood motionless, his restless pacing stilled by the unexpected cry, and by its implications. Everything around him was still also—as if the entire forest held its breath. The scent of fear was almost overpowering. At any other moment, he would have felt his hunger rising in response to the intoxicating aroma. But his body was already aroused. And as a second cry rose above the silence, it was a different hunger that set him loping across the forest floor, heedless of the disturbance he caused as he crashed through the underbrush.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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Re: The forest
My senses were heightened, I could hear every creature near by as they ran from me, I was the one most feared in this forest and the power made me feel alive. Blood rushed through my ears making it impossible to rationalise like I can in human form. All I know is what I want I take, the hunger that is never sated burns deep and I need to quench it somehow.
Even after hunting the smaller animals and tearing into their innocent flesh the hunger is always alive, its dangerous to feel like this to feel such need and want.
The forest animals in hiding watched as the solitary figure ran, exerting his energy, every now and again the creature would howl at the moon. To many it would seem the creature was cursing the thing that made him who he was, howling at the moon for pulling from deep within him the wolf that always lay under the surface in human form.
The creatures and age old trees watched with sympathy as the lone figure searched for something to cure his hunger and his need. Wondering what it must be like to feel such intense need that it was almost painful, each full moon he would suffer and never find a cure for the rage inside him.
Then he heard it, a kill in the forest, something had just ended a life, for once it wasn't his own savage teeth, he stopped and listened, then he heard it, the howl of another like him. Before he could stop to think he answered it, letting his aching need rip through the night calling the other to him.
Without thinking he ran in the direction he had heard the howl, needing to find who had called to him, would he finally find a release for this need, his paws thudded through the ground as he hoped it would.
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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Goo Goo Dolls - iris
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Re: The forest
Reason had deserted him. He ran on instinct alone. Reason would have told him to be wary of might lie at the other end of that plaintive howl. Instinct, normally steering him toward survival, drove him recklessly forward. He stopped as the cry came again, closer this time—much closer.
He raised his muzzle to the faint breeze, meaning only to try to catch the scent of the other creature. But instead another long, low howl ripped from him. He pawed at the ground in frustration. He had thought such lack of control long past. But he had thought the same thing 24 cycles of the moon previous.
But he had the scent now. It was disturbingly familiar, but at the same time it was a scent he knew he did not quite know. He let the scent fill him, surround his senses as he sought to identify it. He snarled involuntarily, the fur rising on his back. The scent was wolf—another male, a threat to his hunting territory—yet NOT wolf. The difference vague and confusing. The man in him struggled to surface, to reason, but the beast was in control.
The beast crouched low and moved steadily in the direction of the scent. Saliva dripped from his mouth, but it was not hunger for prey that flowed through his veins. A burning need rose within him. It was similar to the need that ached within him after each kill—but this time it was also tinged with a lust for the blood of a rival.
He crept silently over the forest floor, the scent growing stronger with each step. The broken shadows played on his fur as the moonlight filtered through the trees, adding silver glints to the dark gray. As he approached the edge of a small clearing he stopped… and watched. It stood in the center of the clearing, muzzle pointed to the moon, mouth open, ready to howl again. It was a wolf, but like no wolf he had ever seen—save one. The moonlight shone full upon it, tipping its golden fur with silver. As the breeze ruffled its fur, he could feel that fur beneath his touch, feel his fingers running through the silken strands… He checked, realizing with a start that the wolf had suddenly, unexpectedly yielded to the man. He looked down at his hands—they were still paws, long and strong. Yet for a moment he had felt the man, had thought as the man. But it was the wolf that slowly entered the clearing, head low, ears back, a low rumbling sound in its throat.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
from The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam as translated by Edward Fitzgerald
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He ran through the forest seeking out the other he had sensed, surrounding him was this other creatures scent and all he knew was the need to find him. the scent was familiar but not known to the creature, so he ran with no caution, the need to find the other overpowered his senses. He heard the howl in the distance and picked up speed determined to find this other, not knowing why or what he would do when he did.
All around him he felt the forest atmosphere change, tension in the air was high, only before storms did the air get this way, yet the skies were clear tonight. Other forest animals hid from this creature afraid of what would happen if he was to see them, but they didn't have to worry, only one other was on the creatures mind.
The tortured creature came to a sudden stop in a clearing surrounded by high tress and thick bushes, he was also surrounded by the scent, it was no longer a trail, the other was near. The need to call to the other over took him, raising his head to the moon ready to let out another howl full of anguish and need. He finally let the howl pass his lips, a long and painful cry which covered every corner of the forest and further. As the howl died on his lips he felt the presence approaching him, his body tensed, ready to fight the new threat to him, a deep growl formed in his throat as he turned to face the predator.
Eyes met, wary and guarded eyes, eyes that had met before, those silver blue eyes, he knew this creature, he knew those eyes, and as he looked he realised he was looking with human eyes. With all the thought and rationale of the humans mind, though he was still in wolf form the human was gaining control. The eyes that looked back also contained that human knowledge, he felt himself falling in that gaze unable to pull back like before. The wolf wanted to attack, the human didn't a war raged inside him causing the growls to turn to whimpers, for once the humans will was stronger than the wolfs.
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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Goo Goo Dolls - iris
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The other wolf turned to face him, a deep growl issuing forth from its throat. An answering growl rumbled in his own throat as he approached his rival. He could smell the scent of fight in the other wolf’s saliva and his blood raced through his veins. It had been 10 cycles of the moon since he had drawn the blood of another wolf. He snarled as the memory of that first and only battle with the one who made him flashed through his senses. And he could smell his fur, feel it in his mouth as the warm blood teased his tongue. He had lunged at the older wolf in a rage, wanting to tear his throat out, wanting to punish him for making him what he was. But it had not ended as he had intended. And that memory also lingered in his senses. The other wolf had been older, stronger, more experienced at battle. He could easily have killed him—he still bore the scars of his teeth on his throat. But he hadn’t.
But as he drew closer, his silver blue eyes met the clear soft brown eyes of the other—and all memories of his creator flew from his mind. The man knew those eyes. He had seen them many times over in nightmares that disturbed his sleep—and in dreams that often haunted his waking hours. But it was the wolf that growled, his eyes narrowing, his nose sniffing, as the he tried to confirm memory with scent. But the scent was subtly different than he remembered. And the wolf was unsure.
The other wolf’s growls were changing, however, growing softer, less confrontational—until they turned to whimpers.
That was all the he needed. It was the wolf that sprang forward, teeth bared, and attacked his rival. The man held no place in him right now. He closed his jaws on the back of the golden wolf’s neck, his teeth breaking the skin beneath the fur. He felt the blood trickle into his mouth, felt it warm upon his tongue. It tasted sweet and familiar—and he wanted more. He bit harder, snarling as the other wolf’s fur ran with his blood--and the other wolf whimpered in response.
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And by and by my Soul returned to me, And answered "I Myself amd Heav'n and Hell"
Omar Khayyam
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As the teeth closed round his neck he whimpered and felt an array of mixed emotions, the man was still to close to push away, the man who wanted to look into the eyes of his attacker. The wolf was fast winning the inward struggle between man and wolf, and the wolf wanted to attack, to snarl, growl and fight for his survival till only one wolf remained in this forest. As the teeth sank deeper he felt the blood run from the wounds into the other creatures hungry mouth.
The wolf was now in complete control but still a whimper was the only sound that came from him, because he could feel the strength of his attacker. The man was not the only one to recognise those eye, the animal in him did too, this wolf was his maker. Another whimper emitted from his throat as he began to surrender to this creature, knowing he could not match his power. The pain of the teeth in his neck made it impossible to feel anything but this creature to feel the growl pass through his makers teeth making his whole body shake.
The shake woke the hunger in him, the hunger for something for anything for a taste of blood, a taste of this creature that had created him. Red rage filled his mind as he let out a high pitched howl, bucking his whole body, not quite managing to rid himself of his attacker he pulled away managing to place distance between himself and the other creature. Surprise being an advantage to him, as the wolf was unprepared and had little time to respond. Anger hot blooded anger at this creature that caused this hunger in him, that made him empty every full moon that made him ache with need. A snarling growl fell from his throat his once soft brown eyes glowing amber as the fury ran through his body.
He hunched on his hind legs ready to attack, ready to kill, the small possibility that by killing this creature it would finally sate this hunger he was more than willing to try.. If not then the other would better him and take his life, ending this torment, either way the maddening hunger would be gone. He growled low and dangerous the wound on his neck throbbing drool and blood dripped down his neck, his last kills blood stained his teeth. He bared them to the other growling ready for attack, ready to die, or to kill, he was ready.
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And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
Goo Goo Dolls - iris
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