Post by Khornate Marksman on Jul 14, 2007 23:58:45 GMT -5
The forest seemed to press towards her. The rain-soaked branches reaching out to cut into her skin as she ran by. She covered her face with her arms and kept running. A full moon floated overhead, casting shadows everywhere and lighting clearings. She could hear her pursuers behind her, yelling and cursing as they tried to keep up. Her bare feet hopped low branches and crushed wet leaves as she ran.
One fired his gun and struck a tree inches from her head. The bark exploded and sent splinters into her pale skin. She bit her lower lip and ran on. The hunters called out to her. Laughing as they emptied more rounds into the trees.
"Come on lass, give us guys some lovin'," said one. "I promise we won't be too rough."
She glanced back, her eyes were red with feral anger. "Soon," she whispered. She ran past more trees with the hunters still chasing after her. They fired again and a family of birds flew away cawing with fear. She spotted a hollow log and dove into it. Her pursuers ran past her hiding place. She counted four total each with guns, but no flashlights.
"Fools," she whispered under her breath. Despite the long and grueling chase her heart was calm in her chest and her breathing steady. She poked her head out and saw there was no one around. They had lost track of her. She smiled.
"My turn to be the hunter," she said as she crouched down on all fours. Her long brown hair grew down her back and over her body as her bones reshaped into that of a dire wolf. Her hands and feet became massive paws tipped with razor sharp claws and the muscles of her body increased in size and strength. Her face elongated into a fang-filled snout. The rags that had barely covered her body stretched and tore as she transformed and slid off her body.
She sniffed the air for the scents of the hunters. They had turned to the east back towards the camp where she had spotted them and lured them into the woods. Tonight she would hunt and bathe in the blood those that tried to do her harm.
Stupid men, she thought. If only they had decided to be kind and share some food. But no, they made a bad decision. So now they shall pay with their lives.
She went in the direction of the hunters eager to taste their flesh and blood.
"Hey Carl, we got any beer left?" asked one of the hunters.
"Nah, but there's more at the camp," replied Carl.
"Where do you think that girl ran off to?" asked Mike, the oldest of the hunters. He wore a green jacket over a red hoodie with thick jeans and hiking boots. He carried a shotgun in his arms. He looked over at the younger men. They all were dressed similarly with jackets, sweatshirts, boots, and thick pants. They carried a mix of rifles and handguns.
"Don't know, she must have a hiding place or something. We can look later. Right now I want some grub," said Billy, the youngest member. The other hunter was Rick. All he cared about was sitting down next to a warm fire with a cold beer in his hands.
They hiked through the woods to their campsite. After what seemed like an eternity of walking they entered a clearing with a campfire burning and four tents set next to a large truck. Around the fire were four chairs. Next to a chair was a blue cooler. Mike sat down next to it and opened it up. He pulled out four beers and tossed one to each of his friends. They opened them up and drank.
Just meters away, a predator watched them behind the cover of a blueberry bush. She watched as the hunters talked of stories of various women they had been affiliated with, animals they had bagged, and all manner of things. After hours of watching they doused the fire with a bucket of water and entered their tents.
The clearing was bare save for the hunters' belongings. Overhead the moon shown, lighting the location of her prey. She could see perfectly where the entrances to the tents were even though she could very well tear them open to get the humans inside. Stealth would be her chosen option. After waiting half an hour for all the hunters to fall asleep the dire wolf crept along the clearing to the tents. She unzipped the flaps and looked inside each one, examining each human to decide which one to take first. Young blood was a delicacy she rarely enjoyed so she decided to take him last.
Inside the fourth tent was Mike. She looked him over and licked her lips in anticipation. Slowly she crawled in to the tent and peeled back his blanket. She pointed the tip of her paw at his chest and pressed inwards. His ribs crumpled like paper beneath her strength and Mike awoke in agony. He found he was unable to breath or scream for help.
The wolf tore her paw from his ravaged lungs and looked him in the face. His eyes lit up with fear before she ripped it off. She devoured the bone and meat and swallowed it all. Then she tore a hole in his stomach and feasted on his intestines. Having her fill of old meat she exited the tent and moved to the next one.
She cut an opening into the side instead of going through the flap. She crawled in, hungry for more. Her leg scraped against his and he stirred and rolled over. She exhaled the warmth of her breath upon his face woke him up. The man screamed instantly, but it was cut off. Her paw was through his throat. She jerked her arm and popped his head off in a spray of arterial blood. His life fluid gushed like a fountain and spattered on her fur. The remaining hunters woke and rushed out of their tents with guns ready.
Billy and Carl aimed their guns at Rick's tent. Carl played his flashlight across it and could make out a massive shape inside. They could hear horrendous tearing sounds emanating from the tent.
"Rick? You there?" called out Billy. The shape inside the tent roared and tossed the mangled body of Rick out the tent. It landed in front of them with a sick thud. Rick's arms were twisted and broken and his head was missing. Where the light shown on the body they could see bite and tear marks. Pieces of bloodied bone poked through the skin of the corpse in various places. To them it looked like a bear attack, but it wasn't a bear that had slain their friend.
They panicked and ran for the truck. Carl reached into his pocket for the keys while Billy kept his gun aimed at Rick's tent. He clicked the safety of his rifle off and pulled the lever back with his finger on the trigger. Whatever was in the tent tore through the top and landed no more than six feet from Carl. Billy tried to aim and fired but his shot went wide.
The dire wolf tackled Carl and slammed his head through the driver window of the truck. She pulled him back and stabbed her paw through his back and wrapped it around his heart. With immense force she ripped the vital organ free in a spray of blood and devoured it whole, savouring the coppery taste of blood in her mouth and throat.
Billy dropped his gun and tried to run, but the wolf was too fast. She was upon him in seconds, roaring and clawing. She broke his legs first by shattering his knees with a swift tackle. Then his arms were dislocated and left to hang uselessly. The wolf stalked around her prey, letting out low growls.
Billy screamed for help, but none would come. He was doomed a horrifying death as the wolf slowly cut into his upper body and feasted on his organs. Billy died of shock seconds after his body had been opened.
An hour later the dire wolf changed back into her human form and found some clothes to wear. She stuffed them in a satchel and headed for her home where she could bathe in the river and then sleep the day away.
She left the four corpses to rot in the sun. Already rats and other animals were running for the dead to eat their fill of meat. Her revenge had been exacted and her hunger fulfilled. But more would come. They always do. She was a wanted predator. Signs described her as a large wolf that is extremely dangerous. Too bad the rangers and hunters didn't know what she really was. A dire wolf belonging to the Lontisan Clan of Vampires. They had no idea that there were others like her living in the forests. And they never would know until the day her Clan decided to rise against the humans and claim new territory.
For now though she was satisfied with playing cat and mouse games with foolish hunters. One day her time would come. On that day Calya would do what she and the others had waited centuries to do; take over a human city and make them their slaves. From there the clans of the undead would unite and conquer the U.S.A. city by city until all were bowed before the banner of the undead immortals.
One fired his gun and struck a tree inches from her head. The bark exploded and sent splinters into her pale skin. She bit her lower lip and ran on. The hunters called out to her. Laughing as they emptied more rounds into the trees.
"Come on lass, give us guys some lovin'," said one. "I promise we won't be too rough."
She glanced back, her eyes were red with feral anger. "Soon," she whispered. She ran past more trees with the hunters still chasing after her. They fired again and a family of birds flew away cawing with fear. She spotted a hollow log and dove into it. Her pursuers ran past her hiding place. She counted four total each with guns, but no flashlights.
"Fools," she whispered under her breath. Despite the long and grueling chase her heart was calm in her chest and her breathing steady. She poked her head out and saw there was no one around. They had lost track of her. She smiled.
"My turn to be the hunter," she said as she crouched down on all fours. Her long brown hair grew down her back and over her body as her bones reshaped into that of a dire wolf. Her hands and feet became massive paws tipped with razor sharp claws and the muscles of her body increased in size and strength. Her face elongated into a fang-filled snout. The rags that had barely covered her body stretched and tore as she transformed and slid off her body.
She sniffed the air for the scents of the hunters. They had turned to the east back towards the camp where she had spotted them and lured them into the woods. Tonight she would hunt and bathe in the blood those that tried to do her harm.
Stupid men, she thought. If only they had decided to be kind and share some food. But no, they made a bad decision. So now they shall pay with their lives.
She went in the direction of the hunters eager to taste their flesh and blood.
"Hey Carl, we got any beer left?" asked one of the hunters.
"Nah, but there's more at the camp," replied Carl.
"Where do you think that girl ran off to?" asked Mike, the oldest of the hunters. He wore a green jacket over a red hoodie with thick jeans and hiking boots. He carried a shotgun in his arms. He looked over at the younger men. They all were dressed similarly with jackets, sweatshirts, boots, and thick pants. They carried a mix of rifles and handguns.
"Don't know, she must have a hiding place or something. We can look later. Right now I want some grub," said Billy, the youngest member. The other hunter was Rick. All he cared about was sitting down next to a warm fire with a cold beer in his hands.
They hiked through the woods to their campsite. After what seemed like an eternity of walking they entered a clearing with a campfire burning and four tents set next to a large truck. Around the fire were four chairs. Next to a chair was a blue cooler. Mike sat down next to it and opened it up. He pulled out four beers and tossed one to each of his friends. They opened them up and drank.
Just meters away, a predator watched them behind the cover of a blueberry bush. She watched as the hunters talked of stories of various women they had been affiliated with, animals they had bagged, and all manner of things. After hours of watching they doused the fire with a bucket of water and entered their tents.
The clearing was bare save for the hunters' belongings. Overhead the moon shown, lighting the location of her prey. She could see perfectly where the entrances to the tents were even though she could very well tear them open to get the humans inside. Stealth would be her chosen option. After waiting half an hour for all the hunters to fall asleep the dire wolf crept along the clearing to the tents. She unzipped the flaps and looked inside each one, examining each human to decide which one to take first. Young blood was a delicacy she rarely enjoyed so she decided to take him last.
Inside the fourth tent was Mike. She looked him over and licked her lips in anticipation. Slowly she crawled in to the tent and peeled back his blanket. She pointed the tip of her paw at his chest and pressed inwards. His ribs crumpled like paper beneath her strength and Mike awoke in agony. He found he was unable to breath or scream for help.
The wolf tore her paw from his ravaged lungs and looked him in the face. His eyes lit up with fear before she ripped it off. She devoured the bone and meat and swallowed it all. Then she tore a hole in his stomach and feasted on his intestines. Having her fill of old meat she exited the tent and moved to the next one.
She cut an opening into the side instead of going through the flap. She crawled in, hungry for more. Her leg scraped against his and he stirred and rolled over. She exhaled the warmth of her breath upon his face woke him up. The man screamed instantly, but it was cut off. Her paw was through his throat. She jerked her arm and popped his head off in a spray of arterial blood. His life fluid gushed like a fountain and spattered on her fur. The remaining hunters woke and rushed out of their tents with guns ready.
Billy and Carl aimed their guns at Rick's tent. Carl played his flashlight across it and could make out a massive shape inside. They could hear horrendous tearing sounds emanating from the tent.
"Rick? You there?" called out Billy. The shape inside the tent roared and tossed the mangled body of Rick out the tent. It landed in front of them with a sick thud. Rick's arms were twisted and broken and his head was missing. Where the light shown on the body they could see bite and tear marks. Pieces of bloodied bone poked through the skin of the corpse in various places. To them it looked like a bear attack, but it wasn't a bear that had slain their friend.
They panicked and ran for the truck. Carl reached into his pocket for the keys while Billy kept his gun aimed at Rick's tent. He clicked the safety of his rifle off and pulled the lever back with his finger on the trigger. Whatever was in the tent tore through the top and landed no more than six feet from Carl. Billy tried to aim and fired but his shot went wide.
The dire wolf tackled Carl and slammed his head through the driver window of the truck. She pulled him back and stabbed her paw through his back and wrapped it around his heart. With immense force she ripped the vital organ free in a spray of blood and devoured it whole, savouring the coppery taste of blood in her mouth and throat.
Billy dropped his gun and tried to run, but the wolf was too fast. She was upon him in seconds, roaring and clawing. She broke his legs first by shattering his knees with a swift tackle. Then his arms were dislocated and left to hang uselessly. The wolf stalked around her prey, letting out low growls.
Billy screamed for help, but none would come. He was doomed a horrifying death as the wolf slowly cut into his upper body and feasted on his organs. Billy died of shock seconds after his body had been opened.
An hour later the dire wolf changed back into her human form and found some clothes to wear. She stuffed them in a satchel and headed for her home where she could bathe in the river and then sleep the day away.
She left the four corpses to rot in the sun. Already rats and other animals were running for the dead to eat their fill of meat. Her revenge had been exacted and her hunger fulfilled. But more would come. They always do. She was a wanted predator. Signs described her as a large wolf that is extremely dangerous. Too bad the rangers and hunters didn't know what she really was. A dire wolf belonging to the Lontisan Clan of Vampires. They had no idea that there were others like her living in the forests. And they never would know until the day her Clan decided to rise against the humans and claim new territory.
For now though she was satisfied with playing cat and mouse games with foolish hunters. One day her time would come. On that day Calya would do what she and the others had waited centuries to do; take over a human city and make them their slaves. From there the clans of the undead would unite and conquer the U.S.A. city by city until all were bowed before the banner of the undead immortals.