'Lycan in the storms'

~Chapter one~

It doesn’t take too long to locate my target. I know immediately who to pick. I see a big, burly man, sleeping in just his underwear, sprawled across his roll of bedding. He is quite concealed from the others, but I know that I couldn’t drag him far before he can wake up, so I devise a new plan; I shall creep up behind him, cut his throat as silently as I can and then drag his lifeless body into the forest where I can snack until my stomach can hold no more. Now I bring my plan into action, I position myself behind the man and then I pounce, pinning his shoulders to his bedding below as my teeth work at his throat, ripping apart the flesh as a small whine escapes his windpipes. After I’m sure that I’ve squeezed every ounce of life out of his body, I clasp my teeth around his neck and steadily drag him into the woods behind; checking the rest of the camp for any movement, there is none. Happy with my success, I drag the corpse a few miles away from the camp before I begin my breakfast feast. I only takes me a couple of minutes to divide up the juicy bits from the fatty parts and then I’m ripping into a big, juicy chunk of thigh meat, savouring the taste, as I know this’ll be the last human meat I will be able to obtain for a while. After I’m finished with breakfast I wonder off in search for some water, so that I can wash down the meat and possibly have a bath, if I’m lucky enough to have that much time before the men get here, they’ll notice one of their own gone within a matter of seconds, and I didn’t wait to cover up and tracks. I stroll peacefully through the woods until I come to a river, running slowly down to the bottom of the hill, not too far from here. I dip my muzzle into the water and lap up a few mouthfuls of water before I hear them coming. The shouting, the stomping of feet, the clunking of their armour. I take a leap into the river, which turns out to be pretty deep, and start to swim across to the other side, trying to plan my escape route. Once I’m at the other side I look over and see several men, all dressed in their suits of armour, shouting curses at me in their gruff, Nord language. It didn’t take them long to gather their weapons and get a good aim on my left hind leg.

I limb up into the trees as fast as I can, ignoring the pain from the arrow that was shot into my leg by one brave soldier.  I run for what could be miles on end, every so often looking behind me to check if I’m being followed. Soon I have to rest because the loss of blood and the pain from my leg make me drowsy and I have to lie down before I fall down, panting as I recover my breath. Everything falls into a shadow and I slump against the ground, bleeding into the undergrowth. When I awaken, I’m in my human form and naked. Usually I fashion clothes out of my last kill, but I didn’t have time to do that yesterday, so now I’m left with nothing to cover myself. I search around for something of nature I could use, and I soon find some moss that I quickly fashion into a loin cloth and wear it around my waist. Suddenly the arrow is all I can focus on and the pain shoots straight up my leg and through my body, causing me to fall over and curse out loud. I know that I must remove the arrow, it is possible, and the arrow hasn’t fully penetrated my calf so I am able to just pull it out. I stuff a bit of spare moss into my mouth to bite down on and take hold of the arrow, securing my grip. With one quick yank, the arrow is out and I find myself biting down hard on the moss, stopping myself from screaming in the pain. After pulling out the arrow I feel quite tired so I curl up beneath a tree and let myself fall asleep.

I wake later that afternoon, and luckily the blood flow has stopped and dried. I’ve been asleep for a day and a half so I decide to go hunting. Once in my wolf form I limp around the forest for quite a while, finding not much but two small rabbits and a fox. They don’t quite fill me up but they will do for the time being. An unfamiliar scent catches in my nostrils after I chase down the fox. I have to stop and sniff around a nearby tree before I am able detect the scent. It’s another wolf, and it’s female. The thought of another wolf get my legs moving. I’m almost close to lift off at the speed I’m going, following the scent that my nose carries. My mind becomes blurred with excitement, what will this female look like? Will she be friendly? Perhaps we could start a pack. I’ve run for so long I had almost forgotten my growing hunger. I stop and look around for a quick meal, and spot a pond just to my right. Gathering my breath I scamper my ay over and gulp some mouthfuls of water before looking around the pond, knowing there must be some fish swimming around. Luckily I manage to scoop up four medium sized fish and finish them all in one bite each. That gives me enough energy to keep running, and so I do. With each step the female’s scent gets stronger, the smell lingering in my nostrils, like the new blooming flowers in spring. I am determined to find this female. After a while, I noticed that the scent isn’t on the ground anymore, it leads up the trunk of a tree. She has pinned me to the ground before I realize and is baring her teeth.