Running, running like
a small stream breaking free from the mouth racing toward the
foot. The solitude of the trees that stand tall above the slow
moving river, blocking the insistent rays of the blistering sun.
Thundering through the undergrowth's thick with brambles, roots
and small creatures that scamper away into hiding.
Panting, panting like
the taunting whispering of the wind stirring the newly green
leaves. Four padded paws claw at the soil kicking up dirt,
upsetting the stillness of the ground. Twisting this way and that
way, avoiding the tree trunks that obscure the pathway
please no more running. Far enough, far away from the
The young antelope stooped low sniffing at the
ground, the air. Safe. She took a few silent, tentative steps
careful not to upset the fallen leaves and reached the edge of
the stream. She bowed her beautiful head and with a delicate pink
tongue, lapped at the cool, clear, refreshing water. Even water
such as this, however, did not rid her of her anxiety, she was a
long way from the safety of her herd. The strange rustling of
branches unsettled her more as she watched her surroundings with
curious amber eyes. The female was vulnerable. A victim to the
now deafening silence that zoned in on her. A silence with yellow
gleaming eyes and sharp snapping teeth that tore her throat
apart. Savoring her warm blood and shredding the meat from her
bones. The silence licked it's lips with a large rough tongue and
slunk back into the shadows, tired still from running, it laid
down to rest again.
As a young child I was always left on my
own. Alone. I learnt to fend for myself, teaching myself how to
hunt, find water and make a basic shelter. The necessities for
human survival. I found myself often wandering about aimlessly,
wondering if anyone noticed if I never came home; Probably not.
No one really cared about what I did. As long as I was out of
their way I was fine. As I sat upon a hill, I said goodbye to
the sun as it set on the horizon. The clouds that surrounded it
had turned a slight shade of pink, why? I never knew. I was
never taught the fundamentals of this world and how it worked
or why it worked in the way that it did. All I knew is that if
I didn't eat I'd die, if I didn't drink I'd dehydrate and die.
My life just seemed to revolve around death. But yet on this
hill I'm as free as can be. Peace and tranquility is my plan.
Was I Good? Evil? Most definitely, probably both but yet not
quite either of them. All these years of trying to be at peace
had become a great pain and an almost constant fight. How did I
come to know these words, these places? Who taught me things
that I knew already, my mother? Father? Or just myself? Why
were we born, why did we die? What were we put here for? The
purpose of life? These questions I knew would stay with me
until the end of time, yet I still tried to answer them
everyday. Sometimes I almost think that they may be the purpose
of life; trying to answer all these seemingly impossible
I surveyed my surroundings and looked at as
far as my eyes could see. In the distant I saw mist covered
mountains, reaching toward the skies, the last rays of the sun
shining through the clouds opening the gateways to heaven. Was
there a heaven? A hell? All I knew that this was life, and I
was living it. The valleys that lay below the mountains were
becoming darker now with the ending of daylight. I could barely
see the streams that ran through them just every now and then
when the water caught the rays, and glittered like a myriad of
thousands of diamonds. The gossamer clouds obscured my vision
to see any further than the cathedral like mountains. I let out
an aspirated sigh and flopped backwards, wincing as a small
stick snapped between my shoulder blades. Adjusting my body so
that I was in a more comfortable position I gazed up at the sky
and watched the clouds lazily float by, thinking about what
could have been, the here, the next and the now.
I woke with a start to the sound of distant
howling. Wait… I was asleep? I thought back to when I was
watching the clouds and figured that I must've fallen asleep.
Damn. I hated falling asleep during the day, it always made me
lose track of time, and now as I scrambled to my feet, I looked
around for some sort of clue to tell me what the time was.
Looking up I consulted the stars that were now shining high
above, moving my eyes to the right they settled on the moon.
Horror clamped at my heart and I dropped to my knee's. No!
Please, please no! Before my chapped lips could even form the
word 'help' I was lost in a darkness that I had feared all my
life. When I finally could see the pain seared through me. The
corners of my eyes view shadows taking form, swift visions of
light flash violently tearing apart reality. Sounds of laughter
accompany movements seen in my peripheral vision. Then came the
violent headaches, numb limbs, uncontrollable shakes. The numb
limbs were the only thing I was grateful for as my body
morphed, bathed in the glow of the full moon.
My skin stretched and became taut over my
bones, as memories of that day flashed through my mind. The
stars seemed to fall from their resting place and rocket down
to earth landing on my back burning into my flesh. I tried to
scream to see if that would release some pain but the noise
caught in my throat and I choked. I gripped the grass below me
as I was thrown forward onto all fours, my backed arched as I
felt my spine crack in four different places, my legs bent into
an awkward angle and snapped into place. My arms grew longer
and again I tried to scream as all the tendons strained, a few
snapping. The muscles all over my body convulsed as I twitched
uncontrollably. A low guttural growl rose through my stomach
un-blocking my throat, I clenched my teeth as I finally found
the strength to stare at the moon and in my last few seconds of
a human form I forced my voice box to work for a few vital
seconds and cursed out loud to the shining, placid moon. I was
still on the hill. My body full of fur, a new shadow, new
vision, new strength. I was renewed. I threw my head back and
let the full force of my new form known by letting out a loud
howl. Twice, three times. He was back.
There was no controlling it. My body
succumbed to the darkness, it was taking over. The light in my
eyes was being quenched. The full transformation finally took
control as the large wolf slinked into the forest, flicking its
tail as it went. A hunger in its belly dominating all
senses.Bright yellow eyes scanned around looking for its prey.
Although very large the werewolf blended in nicely next to a
large rock, its fur almost the same color as the darkness that
surrounded it. Finally his eyes locked onto movement between
the trees. It was a woman. Her tawny brown hair plaited into a
neat bun, bright green eyes glowing with curiosity. She held in
her hand a finely crafted bow, with a sack full of arrows slung
around her shoulder. She carefully stepped over branches,
almost silently. The female's ears were sharp and listened out
for every noise. The hidden wolf knew better than to move if he
didn't want an arrow through his head. Instead he whipped his
tail, and stopped dead when it collided with a fallen tree
behind him. Crouching lower he saw the female halt and turn
slowly towards his hiding place amongst the trunks. He almost
cursed to himself when a few upset birds flew up out of the
forest, giving away his position more. Pulling himself into an
attack position he let a small warning growl escape his lips,
baring his teeth. Somehow he didn't care if that arrow hurt. He
was hungry and female human or not, she was food.
The female took a step backwards and almost
gasped as she saw the full shape of the animal in the trees.
She had never seen anything like it before and knew full well
that these arrows were not going to save her life right now.
Soon she was flying through the forest back the way she came,
using the next survival thing she knew, speed. A barrage of
noise alerted her that the creature wasn't that far behind her.
Weaving through the trunks and leaping over fallen branches,
she pressed on faster, relying on her ears to tell her how far
she was in front. Suddenly a ludicrous idea ran across her mind
and she turned sharply to her left, raising her arm to catch a
tree branch above her she swung up and over landing gracefully
on her feet up on the arm of the tree, high above ground and
watched as the large fur covered creature streaked below her
and further into the forest. The female sat there for a while
making sure it didn't return then scaled carefully, quietly
down to the ground and proceeded to flee back through the
forest where she came from.The werewolf howled in defeat as he
dropped to the floor, panting as fatigue took over his body. He
was beaten, by a woman no less. But alas, tiredness drifted
into his senses. Hunger gripping at his stomach, he rolled over
and fell into a restless sleep.