The young child’s eyes watched the still forms that layed in front of him. His body was shaking violently, his eyes were wet with tears as they stayed on the human remains before him. He whispered each of their names just loud enough for everyone in the room hear. As he called, nothing in the room moved, only his body as it trembled. He sniffled a few times before his eyes were drawn to a tall figure that stood in the corner of the room, just watching. They had been quiet, but they weren’t forgotten. The child still knew of their presence.
Beginning to sob harder the felt fear as the figure came toward him, taking its time, stepping over the body like they were nothing. As they stepped closer, the little light the fire gave off lit up the stranger’s face, letting the boy gasp and cry louder.
As the figure came closer, the child realized that it was a woman, a rather hairy woman who was gazing down at the child with fascination. Her body had a very feminine hourglass shape, and she wore a white dress, with a very fresh red blood stain on the front, and more blood splatter in all directions all over the dress. The woman’s body seemed to be dark skinned, but a closer look would reveal she was not a woman of colour, but that she was covered in brown fur, that completely covered her body. Her long chocolate brown hair trailed down her back, much like a mane on a wild animal. Her nails looked much more like claws, and were black, like a canine. Her nose seemed to be darker and even shaped differently, reminding him even more of a wild hound.
“Do you know what I am?” she asked. She bent down on her knees, becoming eye level with the child.
“A beast,” the child shot, his mahogany eyes seemed a lot darker in the firelight, and surprised the woman for a moment. She backed away as he continued. “A hell-hound, sent from Satan.” The dog-like woman leaned forward again, reaching with her clawed hand out and looked at the child as she caressed the boy’s red cheeks, whipping away a few tears. The boy snapped back, slapping her hand away. The woman growled and bared her fangs as she used her quick reflexes to take him by the throat, choking the child and pinning him in place.
“No one sent me child. I am as much of a woman as your mother was before I killed her. I am almost as young as your sisters before I bathed in their blood. I am fed and I have cleansed myself, yet there is something else I still crave though.” Her voice was calm as she continued to hold the boy by the throat. The boy tried to fight her, but he couldn’t escape. Her powerful grip held him in his place. He clawed at her, but it did not phase her at all, either did his kicking as he floundered about underneath her.
“I wish for my own pack. I wish to be the Alpha of a whole group of people like me. I wish for you to be the first to join me. You are but a boy now, but one day you could be great. A beast, that even Satan would fear,” she told the child this as she whispered in his ear. Her fangs ran across his ear lobe and traveled down to his throat and then to his collar bone. Her lips trailed back up to the child’s arm, where she opened her mouth as she began to lick one spot. She did so for a few moments, and then looked at the arm with a deep hunger in her eyes.
“Child, this will hurt a lot, but please be strong.” Before the child could even register what she said, he cried out at the top of his lungs as her strong jaw assaulted his arm, her fangs were deep in his flesh. The child screamed over and over again, only stopping long enough to take in another deep breath and then would begin screaming once again. He fought hard, but her powerful grip did not loosen, leaving the child in a still state. The woman stopped, releasing her fangs from the child shoulders. In turn she returned to lick his swollen bleeding wound. She released him and moved back away from his body. He laid there, stunned and unsure what to do now.
“Don’t worry child, come next full moon you shall not fear anything anymore, and you shall have the power to do and take all that you desire,” she whispered. “Young child, do tell me your name.” The woman was now standing by his families’ bodies, curiously studying the remains.
“Conan,” he answered. “Conan Adlam.” The woman began to chuckle.
“A name that means little wolf, how befitting of you. My name is Seath.” Conan sat up, now examining his arm. It was bleeding a lot, but the pain was slowly easing away. Seath stepped toward him again, examining the wound for herself. Conan tried to pull away, but Seath’s strength again held him in his place. A deep laugh escaped her lips as her face lit up, excited at what she was seeing.
“Your body is already changing; you’re even more extraordinary than I originally thought. With the gift I have given you, your body will heal all the faster, you will be a faster runner, stronger and have bravery no human could ever have. Not to mention your life span will be all the longer.” Conan felt his eyes begin to water and felt the hot sensation of tears fall down his cheeks once again.
“I don’t want to be like that!” Conan cried. His hands formed into tight fists as he screamed at the top of his lungs. “I want my mom back. I want Bridget and Caitlin back! I don’t want to be alone.” Conan stood from his place, his small body stood tall, much like a mighty warrior. His brown eyes became angry as he stared at Seath.
“You took them away!” Seath crossed her arms, clearly not impressed by his outbreak. She took a step forward and reached out towards him. Conan’s eyes flared red; a powerful growl escaped his lips as he took a swing at Seath, a powerful blow that forced her to the ground. She jumped up quickly to defend herself, her eyes flaring red as well. Yet as she searched around for the child, there was no one there; just the remains of her victims. The child had disappeared. She searched around with her eyes, and began to sniff at the air, trying to pick up the scent. All that filled her nose was the smell of death from the family she had slaughtered.
“You can’t run it forever Conan. One day you will be battling the loneliness, and you will become part of my pack,” Seath smiled. “One day.”
- Title: The Sea and the Wolf-Prologue
- Artist: Autumn Lucy
- Description: One cursed man, one woman he must save, one destiny.
- Date: 10/04/2008
- Tags: wolfprologue