Prologue for possible novel "Species"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
This a Prologue for a Novel I plan on writing in my free time. I'd love to get some reviews.

Submitted: May 17, 2015

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"Tonight is a cold night, perhaps the most cold winter in a long while." Xavious said to himself. Xavious knew these woods like the back of his hand. Xavious is an old werewolf, wearing fresh skinned pants he made himself from scavenging a dead deer carcass not too far from where he is now. Wolves hardly wear clothing since they can control the growth of their fur. Xavious had bright blue eyes, an honor for wolves to live long enough for them to be so close in color to the moon. His fur was dark as night, while his skin was pale as the moon.
Xavious had anticipated tonight would be cold, but not this cold. He set up kindling, sticks and a log in preperation for tonight. Using his superior wolf strength, he rubs sticks together fast enough to see smoke arise from the kindling in mere seconds. Soon after getting the fire ready, Xavious hears footsteps and smells the stench of a young wolf nearby. "Show yourself boy, in my years on this earth I've killed many who would dare sneak up on me!" A frightened younger wolf quickly replies "Apologies sir, I lost my hunting party last sun, I smelled the smoke nearby and was hoping for hospitality." Xavious pauses and stares at the young wolf for a second. The young wolf's fur was practically covering his whole body, and he had no clothing on. Noticing the young wolf's similar eye color, yet near white skin Xavious knew they were probably close kin.
"May I join your fire? My fur itches, I don't like having it out this much." The young wolf said with a chill in his voice. Xavious asked "What clan do you descend, boy? Tell me and I'll allow you to join." There were 3 wolf clans, each with their own place in wolf country. The Half Moon clan, which are the tacticians for the wolf armies, usually leaders, priding in using their strength as a defense and offense. The Bright Moon clan, which was the most savage. The Bright Moons care little for their own safety, and seek to be as ferocious as the wolf can be. Bright Moons are the soldiers, and front liners of the wolf army. Then there's the rarest of the wolf clans, the No Moon clan. The No Moon clan is called such, because they have the biggest, and hardiest of wolf forms, yet decline to use them unless necessary. The No Moon clan uses their amazing strength to harden their bodies, believing the best offense is an impentrable defense. 
"I descend from the Half Moon clan, sir, my name is Paul Morgan Half Moon." Paul said. Xavious took pity on the boy, as they were from the same clan, yet his fur was as white as a witches hair. Xavious sighed in pity and said "Alright, you may join my fire, so long as you leave next sun." Paul smiled, and spoke with delight "Of course, sir, thank you very much." With a certain anxiety Paul asked. "Your eyes, they are like mine, but nearly white as the Bright Moon, you must be hundreds of years old?" Xavious smiled staring at the fire, and said "Yes, I am three hundred-twenty years old. I was there when we had control over the witches, and I was a hundred pack leader during the rise of the vampires." 
Paul was amazed; hundred pack leader was only two promotions away from High Clan King's war brother.  On top, was High Clan King, a wolf who mastered the arts of all three clans, no longer part of one, but leader to all. High Clan King's wolf brother, was second in command. If the High Clan King ever rested in the ground, the Wolf Brother would take charge until either he or she mastered the three forms, or someone else did. Under the Wolf Brother, there are the Clan Leaders. Any wolf at any rank can become a clan leader by earning the respect of the whole clan, and the respects of the other two clans. Hundred Pack leaders are the leaders of the wolf army, and command a unit of 100 specialized wolves. seventy wolves are the soldier rank, fourteen wolves are five pack leaders, who are granted a five soldier pack to lead during war. Ten Wolves are specialized First Wolves, who are usually assigned a five pack who enter battle at the front line to ensure the packs safety, and mission success. Then there are the six Omega Wolves. The Omega wolves are lone fighters who listen only to the hundred pack leader, and fight alone in missions too dangerous, or too risky to send in a five pack. These positions are regarded as equals, but with different skills. Only those who are the most savage, and brilliant can become hundred pack leaders.
In excitement, Paul asks "I've never met anyone old enough to remember controlling the witches, or even vampires before they were vampires! Would you tell me how the witches broke free of us, and how Vampires came to be?" Xavious stares at paul, with a frustrated look on his face, as exchanging memories is a sign of weakness for old wolves. The fire starts to die so Xavious starts to get up so he can gather more wood, when Paul grabs his Shoulder and says "Please, allow me to to gather wood in exchange for sharing your memories. It's not a sign of weakness if you repay in debt." Xavious sits back down, chuckles a little, and offers "Alright fine, but you must gather enough wood to last the rising and setting of 3 suns." Paul quickly stands with a smile on his face, and gathers wood as fast as he can. Upon return with maybe 5 suns worth of wood, Xavious laughs and says "Going above and beyond the bargain, eh young Paul? You're young, yet your eyes nearly as bright as my own show you have the soul of a matured wolf. I'll share my memories."
Xavious with a look of pride, sits up taller and shares his story. "When I was a boy, I remember the witches being in cages. There were already a lot more women than men, so we should have known something was wrong." Paul interrupts and says "Men? Witches can't be men!" Xavious says "Don't interrupt me, or you'll never hear more to the story." Paul backs down, and loses his smile. Xavious continues "In my childhood, we didn't know what witches were, or what they could do. We called them all Humans. When the first wolves came to earth, we enslaved them to do our bidding, to hunt them, to keep them as pets, they were nothing but animals to make fun with." Xavious laughs and says "But as I grew up, there were more and more women Humans than Male humans, they were smarter, they were more deifiant." Losing the pride on his face, Xavious leaned forward again changing to a serious tone. "They were developing their magic, honing their power. Stealing wood to make staves and practicing incantation where we couldn't hear. When I was about your age, they attacked." Paul sensed that Xavious was getting uneasy. "They took half our lands by the time I was one hundred years old. They killed our families, invaded our minds, with their magic, turned homes to fire." Paul looked at the fire and stared, imagining his home ablaze, his family murdered. Xavious continued "We knew the difference between human women, and witches by their hair. Witches all had white hair, no matter their age, where humans only got white hair when they were about 60 years old or so." Paul looked down at his white fur, mostly replaced with skin, due to the warmth of the fire. Xavious talked with anger in his voice now "The High Clan King set up the wolf army the way it is now, and we retaliated. We learned we could kill witches by silencing their incantations, and destroying their staves. We fought back and forth, looking to dominate each other, when a renegae 5 pack went to the witches looking for peace, the fools." Paul looked shocked, and in disbelief almost uttered a sentance he hadn't quite thought out. Xavious noticed this and said "Good job holding your tongue, boy." Xavious paused and then was ready to finish his story. "The witches captured them, and tortured them. We didn't dare rescue those foolish enough to wish for peace, but perhaps we should have." Xavious sighed. "One of the witches fell in love with a wolf, and used her magic to free her. They ran off to the mountains together, and performed a disgusting spell." Angry again, he stared into Pauls eyes with a mighty rage. "The witch impregnated the wolf girl with half of each of their souls, similar to the way witches breed. When the time came, the baby was born, and it's power was great. It's assumed the birth of a hybrid turned nature against them, and everything the pair had built flew down the mountain as they deserved. I was with the hunting party that killed the witch, the wolf mother, and the foul child." 
Paul interrupted Xavious, clapping and laughing. Xavious exclaimed "I said not to interrupt, now we're finished." Paul changed the look on his face to a sinister one, and began to smile in a way that scared even Xavious. "You forgot to mention how vampires came to be 70 years ago." Paul said. Xavious' stomach turned at the look on Paul's face. Paul then said in two voices "You didn't kill that child, did you?" Xavious panicked and screamed "Monster!" while in an attempted to flee. Paul uttered "Don't worry about running, I have plans for you." Without even an incantation, Paul was using strong magic. Roots from the trees grabbed at Xavious' ankles, tripping him; branches from trees grabbed his arms, and leaves flew in the wind like razors cutting the old wolf hundreds of times. Xavious bloodied and unable to move said "Impossible. You're not possible." Paul assured him quite confidently, "Oh, I'm possible all right. What's so unlikely is that I'd find just the wolf I'm looking for on a night like this." Xavious pleaded "Please, I don't know what you want, I wasn't even near the place where I found your moms, please I was lying." Paul quickly remarked "I guess wolf pride means nothing to a former hundred pack leader when faced with the unknown, but don't worry yourself. I won't kill you, for I have something much better in mind." Paul then chanted the words "I am Pautrekair, the Hybrid. Soulz hwah body intrine mind" Xavious then howled with a mighty rage, and lost control of his Mind. Before his eyes he Saw Kaire, the wolf who ran away with the witch, tied up, he saw himself raping her, beating her, torturing her. Paul was seeing the memories of Xavious with his magic through invading his mind, watching his own mother be tortured for years. Paul released him and said "Death is far too weak a punishment for the likes of you."


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