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Couldn't think of a better name. =P
I am in no sense a skilled writer, but I enjoy it so I'm still going to post here.
Please note, I'll probably post all the stories I end up writing here, and will try to keep writing them. I'm probably not going to keep an update schedule but I will try to post as often as I can. Check back often.
Please leave compliments if you like it along with things I didn't do so well and suggestions, whether you liked it or not.
For now, I'll start with a bit of the currently unnamed story I had a sudden urge to write.
Chapter 1: The Hunt
The rush of blood through my veins, the wind howling against my body, the grounds rushing past underfoot, the thrill, the rush, it is the greatest part of the hunt. Others prefer the end, that little high of satisfaction as your prey dies in your jaws and before your eyes. Others prefer the stalk, catching some poor fool unawares and tearing the life from his heart before he can even realize that his own demise is near. For my hunt, nothing compares to the chase.
The drum beat of the paws of my brothers and sisters follow me through the dark night. Our prey stumbles through the shadows, blundering into tree and rock as the try to escape our jaws. They run blindly, their blind eyes unable to see inches in front of them in the dark. Humans. It is a mystery that their race has survived so long. One stumbles to the ground, but he he's scrawny and weak, one of their children. I pass this one by as my strides carry myself on to the others.
I am close now. Little more than 200 yards away. I can smell them now. There is blood on them. But this is not the blood of the of the hunt, of the creatures of their forest. This is the blood of their kind, the smell of iron and of pain. I’ve seen this kind before. Refugees, escaping home for whatever reason. It matters not. There is no pity in the hunt.
So close, I can see their hair move with the wind. I spot the leader. A man dressed in a shell metal they use in a vain attempt to fight off our claws and bearing a great blade of worked metal to take our flesh. He is my prey. I bear down upon him as I near him. Closer, closer. I can hear the blood pump in his veins. Closer, closer. I can hear every ragged breath he draws in in his mad dash to survive me. Closer, closer. I can hear the creak of his bones, the wind past his ears, I can smell his sweat and his fear and his pain. Now.
My paws tear earth as I leave the land. My leap carries me over the lesser humans, the sick and the old and the weak, prey of lesser creatures of the hunt. My leap brings me onto the human, knocking him to the ground beneath me as I skid to the stop.
He looks up from me at the ground, rage in his eyes. His hand darts towards his sword. Good, I ponder as he begins to draw his sword, this one shall at least be some fun. But as he looks up from me the rage dies in his eyes, replaced by the things of humans. Terror, sadness, tears. Weakness. Miserable creature. A true hunter faces death as a hunt, not like his prey before him, accepting what it's fated for, the burning and tearing on your killers jaws to be replaced by the cold chill of death. I give not another thought to this pathetic fool as I tear out his throat and spill his life blood in the cold moonless night.
"This hunt is at an end. Take the flesh back to the den, we must be gone from this place when the burning hunter is upon us. After we feed, we shall prepare for the next hunt," I called when the howls of the victorious hunters died down.
The pack looked to Ganar, the oldest of the hunt. More had died by his tooth and claw than the rest of the pack had hunting cycles, and as such knew the way of the sky and of the chase of the blue hunter and the burning hunter. "Indeed. The light of the burning hunter's dawn shall soon be upon us. It will not due to hunt in the light." spoke Ganar is a deep, crackling snarl. But such a snarl was not a challenge. Long ago Ganar had lost a piece of his throat to a hunter's spear. From then on his bark was a rough, deep thing.
I could feel the hunt begin to depart my mind. It is like a human drug. It takes control of your flesh and mind and makes you one with it. But unlike the unnatural drugs of these humans it is not something you take or try to quit. The hunt is a thing more beautiful than a forest through the clean night. But your it leaves your mind soon after its done, letting your thoughts clear.
One of the alpha females wonders over to a corpse of the repulsive humans. It was the scenter of the pack. When winds dances through her breath, she can smell the stench of humans two miles off. "This one smells of magic" she growled softly in the night, "and power. More power than we have met before."
"Take that human with us but do not leave him with the meat. We know not if the scent is in the human or in his coat and belongings. We might have something we have never seen in many years upon us. Another mage may have come," he snarled, a smile bearing the scarlet blood on his ivory teeth.
His grin grew wider as he heard the sound of a human horn, calling together their breed to try to save their kind. They were coming fast through the deep twilight of the hunter's rest. One of my own pack could hunt every human in their hunt, but now was not the time and the humans fear less what they fight in the open, something they can fight as they do each other..
"We run now, gather the dead."
"Why should we? The pitiful humans cannot fight our kind. Let us kill them!" a young pup called in challenge. "Their kind will fe-"
His sentence was cut off as a swept my right shoulder under his pawns bring him crashing on top of me. As he fell a reared up, tossing him unto his back. I brought my claw down unto his neck, resting it their in such a way that a flinch from me would kill him.
"For three reasons young pup," I growled calmly, may jaws inches from his. "The first is, I have both experience and you and a better understanding of the hunt therefore. Secondly, I am your leader and I have decided as such. As for the third, ask the dozen wolves that stand around us now, for they have gotten both my reasoning and the fact that my word should be followed."
The pup bayed and whimpered. Henrik, that was his name. He had fear in his eyes, but no what had to be beaten and taught to him over the years. Respect. I mentally smiled. I decided than I would teach this boy to worship the hunt as he should.
Stepping off him, I growled as cold and calmly as before, "We leave now."
End chapter 1.
Chapter 2:
The scent of the trees drifted past my pack as we ran to our home through the beginning of the Burning Hunter's stalk through the sky. The trees went past one by one, illuminated in the orange light. Blasts of the humans hunting roars came rang through the forest form behind the the pack.
It mattered not. The humans could not follow us. Each of us stepped gently despite our size, we knew the quiet paths through our hunt. We left little that could allow us to be followed.
I glanced towards the young pup Henrik as he ran. He was a pup the rivaled some 20 years his elder is size. His
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