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| _Andrew_
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Subject: Intro | |||||
| Intro Rowan walked through the forest, using the staff of his scythe like a walking stick. He ran his tongue around his fangs, enjoying their feel. Before he came back, It had been a long time since he last felt fangs in his mouth. He kept his wings close to his body as he walked, he didn’t feel like flying today. Rowan rubbed his cheek with a hand, and was re-surprised at how soft his skin felt. He still wasn’t used to his twelve year old body. He thought it was strange. He could see out his left eyes, which still amused him as well as having two wings did. Having two wings was certainly more exciting, he just never quite understood how he could fly straight with just one wing. Rowan shook his head and then starting playing around with his scythe, doing various maneuvers, and amusing himself with his skill. He had never used a scythe before he came back, but his body acted as if it were born wielding on. The parts he had disliked about his body first was the fact that his stomach made strange rumbling sounds and he could , at first, hear something beating within him – a heart. He ran a hand over his stomach, his torso was in one piece, and he recognized hunger now. It wasn’t a thirst for blood, it was just hunger. He never craved blood, despite the fangs. His fangs weren’t the fangs of a Vampire. Another thing Rowan had begun to notice was how his thought processes were different from what they used to be, but there was still a battle lust deep down inside him. Rowan sighed “What is it that they want me to do now? Why did they bring me back this time?” Rowan’s ear twitched at a call from the town he was walking around and retracted his wings and listened again. “Michael Rowan Merrick! It’s Time for Dinner!” Rowan smiled. “Dinner… boy am I hungry…” he then yelled “COMING, MOM!” and then he took off running back to town, scythe in hand. He was really getting used to his new life, he enjoyed it a lot – he loved it. Despite how he had returned to earth on a full moon, in the dead of night, in a graveyard, and in complete darkness – he hasn’t had a single dark thought. Just a craving for something to fight. Another thing was that it was as if he had always been there, perhaps he had, but he didn’t mind it a bit. He loved his new life; it was a life he had always dreamed of. The only thing no one knew about was the fact he had wings, he preferred to keep that fact hidden. Michael soon reached his home on the outskirts of town and he walked through the door of the house, leaning his scythe against the wall next to his father’s sword and scythe and his brother’s weapons as well. “Michael, you came home quick.” His mother said from the kitchen. “I wasn’t too far away.” Michael said and he then felt a hand knock on the back of his head. He looked to see his father standing behind him. “Got ya.” His father said, smiling. Michael sighed and hung his head then his father tousled his hair and patted him on the back. “Chin up” he said, “Look strong. Let’s eat.” Michael nodded and agreed before walking into the kitchen to sit at the table, he heard his father yell up the stairs “Zos! Come Down and eat dinner!” “Okay, whatever! I’m Coming!” came the reply. Zos was the brother. Full name: Zosimos Merrick. Michael wasn’t a huge fan. Zos was 15, and as older brother’s go, they were never any fun. That and Michael personally thought Zos smelled like a dog, but then again, he was told he smelled like a dog too. He was told his entire family spelled like dog, which was strange since they didn’t have any dogs. He never really gave it much thought, though. He, Zos, and their parents ate dinner in, mostly, silence. Most of the talking came after dinner and generally, Zos left and locked himself in his room again by then. Michael was surprised that Zos didn’t just take the food with him to his room. But he guessed that meant that at least he would let the world know he existed at every meal, which he devoured like a starving canine. The time spent after dinner wasn’t ever anything much and after dinner was sleep, and then in the morning the routine started over again. The morning was getting the day’s food from the market before breakfast with an unwilling Zosimos. After breakfast was sparing with dad, and occasionally Zos before dad left for work. Then lunch would come and then he’d spar with Zos until dad would come home in the afternoon. Not long after that Michael always went out into the forest and messed around until dinner – sometimes with friends and sometimes alone. After that, the cycle would repeat itself again. That is… until one day, nine months later, something threw a wrench into the cycle he loved. It was, of course, a metaphorical wrench, but it might as well have been a real one – there would have been less damage that way. The town was attacked by a massive demon wolf, but strangely... no one getting killed. It was looking for something and acted as if it could see nothing but the thing he was looking for, and that one thing he was looking for – he was going to kill on site. It was with this event that Zos had started to panic for the first time ever. Michael had known him for always keeping his cool in intense situations, now he looked desperate and scared. “MICHAEL! Take my hand. Come on, we have to get away from here. It looks like out free pass has expired.” Michael was confused, “WHAT?! What do you mean ‘Our pass has expired?’” “There’s no time to explain! That thing will leave everyone else alone if we get out of here!” Michael gave an exasperated sighed and then excepted Zosimos’s hand and then they both ran from town at top speed, and just like Zos had said, the demon wolf left just as suddenly as it had come once they were a fair distance away. It wasn’t until they had run far from town did Zosimos stop, and when he did he grabbed Michael by the shoulders and kneeled down infront of him. Zos stared hard into Michael’s dark grey eyes with his own blue eyes and said, his voice shaking “I need you to listen to me Michael.” Michael nodded, confirming that he was listening. “I’m only going to say this once, so listen carefully. We have to separate here, and DON’T absolutely do NOT follow me. You got that?” Michael nodded quickly. “Do you promise me?” Michael nodded again. “I need to hear it from you. What do you promise not to do?” “I promise I won’t follow you.” “Good, now listen. After Eight months. EIGHT months. No sooner, no later. You MUST come and find me. You got that?” Michael nodded again and Zosimos embraced him. “You’re a good brother, and I must say you’ve grown on me over the years, but that’s over now. Whatever relationship we had is gone starting now.” Zos released him and stood, starting to back away. “Don’t forget what I said. Farewell little brother, and may the full moon keep you strong tonight.” With that, Zos turned and ran off, disappearing into the underbrush. Michael stared after him, he’d left him with more questions than he started with, but he had to do what he promised Zos, so he turned on his heels and walked the opposite direction and wondering what happens next. Michael looked up at the full moon high in the sky and wondered at Zosimos’s parting words, “may the full moon keep you strong tonight.” Did that mean something? Michael wandered, lost in thought, through the quiet, unnaturally-still forest and towards an unknown destination. Michael continued to wander through the forest and began looking around. He was shocked to find that he thought the area looked familiar. He had never been this far from home before, and he memory from before was hardly a whisper in his mind. When he first came back he remembered everything and as the weeks past, he slowly began to forget. Now, ten months after his return, there was nothing left of his former life. Michael stared up the branches of an old tree, it seemed strongly familiar, but he didn’t know why. It looked like it used to be inhabited, but not anymore. He shrugged, too traumatized to care. Everything he loved and clanged to had just been ripped right out of his grasp and tossed into the wind like so much as a dirty rag. Then that raised the question, what was going on? What free pass? It was all so confusing to him now. Michael had the urge to scratch his ear and then was immediately alarmed when he looked down and saw fur, paws, and claws. “AH!” he jumped and looked at his hands “I’m a Werewolf?!” he thought about it for a moment and facepawed, he should have known. “I am such an idiot for not piecing that together.” Michael sighed and then realized… what did that make Zos? And their parents? He looked at the ground and then decided that first he would figure out how to shift back into a human. He figured it would be much like his wings were and decided to try that attempt. He concentrated hard on shifting back into a human, and it actually worked! He was normal again. “Now what…” he sighed and looked around. “Nowhere to go... nowhere to turn. Oh Zos what do I do…?” he began to pace “Oh, I don’t know!” he wanted to rip out his hair and scream. “I’m SO CONFUSED!” Then he got an idea. What if he were to run back to town and get into Zos’s room, maybe there was something about what was going on up there… Michael pressed his lips tight together before turning on his heels and running off in the direction of town, hoping that at least he could do that. Michael spread his wings and then jumped into the air, flying back into the wrecked town, making sure he stood hidden in the dark. He reached their home on the other side of town and landed on the roof and retracted his wings. He hung over the side of the roof and opened the window of Zos’s room and thought about grabbing his own scythe as well when he left. Michael lowered himself into the room and looked around, frowning. He saw nothing but books. “All that time he spends locked up in his room and all he does in read books?” Michael shook his head and then rummaged around. Soon he thought about abandoning his search, but then he found a locked drawer at his brother’s desk. His curiosity overwhelmed him and he began to try and pry open the lock, but when that failed he resorted to breaking the drawer open and reached inside. His hand touched something and he grabbed it, pulling it out of the drawer, it was a small book. “What is this…?” Michael leafed through the book which was entitled “The Curse” and found a picture of a massive demon wolf right at the beginning. Michael immediately snapped the book closed and then stuffed it in his shirt before dashing down the stairs. “Michael!?” a voice called. “What are you still doing here?” it was his mother. “You need to leave RIGHT NOW! I fear it may be too late though.” His father said, walking up behind him. “Here take your scythe and run, Run as fast as your legs can carry you.” “What is going on?!” “No time to explain just run!” His father placed a hand on his back and ushered him out the door. “Run!” Michael had no choice. He gripped his scythe tighter and then ran, skidding to a halt when the way immediately out of town was suddenly blocked. Two glowing red eyes appeared in the air and he looked up, watching as the massive demon wolf began to materialize in front of him. He quickly whipped around and bolted the other way. “There is my answer to coming back.” He growled and then ran faster. It was a while before he heard the heavy footsteps of something chasing after him, the demon wolf. “I get it! I’m going!” Michael shouted and continued to run. Once he was out of town he concluded, “It’ll catch me if I continue on foot like this, I think I better—” he stumbled over a dip in the ground mid-thought, and someone caught him. “You IDIOT! You went back to town, didn’t you, Mike?!” “We’ll you never told me not to!” “Gah! I should have known!” Zosimos paced for a moment before grabbing Michael by the wrist “We might as well stick together for the next 24 hours.” Zosimos then ran off, dragging Michael along with him. “Would you ming telling me what’s going on?!” “SHUT! UP! I’ll explain everything to you when we get somewhere safe. There is a cave a mile east from here, he can’t follow us into there.” Michael sighed in exasperation “I Give UP! What has gotten into you!?” “I said SHUT UP!” “Sheesh!” “Shift into a werewolf. You know where the cave is right? You’ll take up both there. It’s faster that way.” “WHAT?! Now you want to use me like a HORSE? Like hell I won’t!” “DO IT! Michael. If you want to live I suggest you do EVERYTHING I say.” “FINE! I’ll carry you to the dang cave!” Michael shifted into a Werewolf and Zos climbed on and he ran off, sure to make the ride as unpleasant as possible for his older brother. And thus began to 24 hours of darkness were the hunters became the hunted and The Curse exacted its first punishment on its new victims. |
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