Post by thebluejester on Apr 3, 2008 15:55:10 GMT -5
An extremely serious story I wrote for school.
The Howling of the Moon
The hooded men walked away from the nice, new, log cabin, which seemed to seethe with hospitality. They followed their unmasked leader with the bloody axe. A closet door opened and a young pale boy with deep blue eyes crawled out bawling tears. He had short hair that had been pushed back and well combed. His parents lay dead and bleeding. He fingered the ring his parents died for. It had a wolf on it. The boy walked outside and screamed, “I, Hunter Redwolf, will get revenge on the preachers of Ranelo, the god of purity!”
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Hunter awoke with a jolt. “More nightmares of my past.” He said to himself. With that said, a Grey Wolf bounded from the nearby mountains and licked him. “Peter!” he said, addressing the wolf that he named after his father. “Let’s get some food, buddy!” Hunter no longer had slicked back hair, but long, unkempt hair that reached his shoulders, but he still seemed to be handsome. Hunter ran outside, jumped and turned, abruptly, into a wolf. Being a skilled hunter, (If you’ll excuse the pun), Hunter killed 3 rabbits, 1 beaver, and a weasel. Peter killed 3 rabbits and a bird, which he brought to his mate and cubs. Hunter and Peter soon returned to the cabin and discussed (in wolf tongue) going after Ranelo’s preachers again. “17 years and only 3 of the 8 men who nearly ruined our lives are dead.” Peter growled. “Well as it turns out, all of them preach at the same church,” Hunter barked “We could get them at the next service…” Peter replied, “Where are they?” “In the town of Ramsanito” Hunter answered. “Then we should go-“ Peter started, but a sword interrupted him. The knight that threw the sword ran up to get it, but seven wolves immediately attacked him. They couldn’t breach his armor but it gave Hunter a chance to grab the knight’s sword and cut off his head in a swift swipe. “Judging by the weak point in armor near the neck and the Ranelo shield, he belongs to Caine.” Caine was the leader of the hooded men who killed his parents. “It’s settled then. We go to Ramsonito tonight, but first we ransack the nearest town. We need supplies and weapons. Peter, Axel, you come with me to the markets, while the others cause a distraction.” “When did we settle that?” Axel croaked.
* * * * * * * * * *
After a short battle with the townspeople, which was typical, the wolves started on their journey. They all had a kind of wolf armor, which was handcrafted by the local blacksmith. Luckily, very few saw them, because they took long, abandoned, and dilapidated roads to Ramsanito. Eventually they reached the church of Ranelo. It was a boring building with nothing special, only a large structure of white. “ It’s Ranelo’s Sabbath day, so there will be a large number of people there other then Caine and his lackeys. Only aim for the hooded men. Try to kill them as swiftly as possible.” Peter explained, while Hunter made sure everyone was ready. After everyone was prepared, both physically and mentally, Hunter kicked down the door and ran in. After a second in surprise, another in shock, and a final in thought, the crowd ran. Hunter remembered the blank church on the outside and gasped. A huge Ranelo statue loomed over him with a large sword, pointing to the sky. Ranelo’s face was crooked and looked wrong, with a crooked nose, one eye slightly larger then the other, and hair that spit out a horrible orange. He had large armor with spikes coming from his shoulder armor, which were hunched up and uncomfortable looking. In the church, gold was everywhere and there were large, beautiful windows and amazing paintings on each side. Hunter eventually caught himself when he saw the five hooded men. A sixth one was there as well, holding a flail. Two others had swords; Caine had an axe, another with a spear and the final with a scythe. Not a single person moved for seconds, but it seemed like hours to Hunter. Hunter studied Caine, with his dirty blonde hair, muscular build and stubble. The only thing hat had changed about him was a scar that ran down his face. “Come here, my prey.” One of the men said, breaking the silence, and moving but it resembled stalking. Then Hunter charged and yelled “Now!” Wolves suddenly busted into the windows, destroying their beauty forever. Glass rained everywhere. It caught the man off guard and distracted him. Hunter seized his chance and thrust the sword into the man’s heart. The monk was well trained and moved at the last second. The attack wounded him but not fatally. He swung wildly but Hunter parried the blows and swung to the right. The monk shifted to block, but it was a feint! Hunter whipped him in throat.
As Axel flew in the window he gave Peter a wink and another, wicked one, to the man with the spear. The two wolves aimed for his legs while a she-wolf hopped up for his head. The man swung his spear around, aiming for the she-wolf, but Axel jumped up and grabbed his arm. The battle-injured wolf with light-fur named Axel, in that second, breathed his final breath. Caine, having dispatched of the wolves attacking him, cut him in half. “I sure you would have been thankful, you filthy animal.” He whispered before bringing up his axe, ready to kill the she-wolf. Peter quickly overcame his shock and attacked Caine in a horrible fury. Caine easily threw him away and stalked forward. While Caine and his lackeys were slow, Hunter and the wolves were swift. Peter got up immediately and took a glance at the man he had been fighting before. The she-wolf named Sheila had gotten reinforcements and defeated the man. Three of the monks were dead. Five wolves were either dead or wounded. Quickly, Peter remembered why he hated Caine. He remembered Caine going after many wolves and succeeding in his attempts at slaughter many times. Caine believed that wolves were an evil race that stained the Earth’s beauty. He remembered how over half of his pack died because of Caine. Only a young Peter, Axel, two she-wolves and one other cub survived the attack. Axel had become his father figure for years. And Caine had just eliminated Axel from the equation that was Peter’s life. Peter’s temper flared further, and fire overtook his eyes.
Hunter ran toward the man with the flail. He threw his sword at the man, who was preoccupied with wolves. It got the man in his abdomen. The man still was not dead, only angry, and Hunter was weaponless. The moon reached the skies early that day. It was a full moon. Hunter transformed into a half-wolf, half-human, creature. The monster of a man shoved his claws into the man’s stomach, who swung his flail too slow, and threw him across the room to the window on the far side, which he flew out of, off the cliff. Then he charged full speed at Caine. Caine had kicked Peter to the floor and raised his axe, holding a large grin, before the tackle. Despite the axe’s size, Caine was extremely agile with it. He made numerous slashes at Hunter but the superhuman werewolf would not delay. Eventually, Hunter found a sword and fought back. They were nearly even. The clangs and clacks, swings and slashes, battering of blades and blocking of blows, could be hears from miles. Soon both the weapons went flying away. Hunter grasped Caine and growled, in a deep voice, “Why?” Caine’s reply was “To purify the world of the evils of other gods. ONLY RANELO’S FOLLOWERS ARE WORTHY! Those filthy animals known as your parents had the ring. IT WAS A THREAT! And it still is.” Suddenly Hunter interrupted. “Why were you battle ready?” Caine laughed a hoarse, horrible laugh. “THE RITUAL TO SUMMON RANELO! IT NEEDS WEAPONS YOU FOOL!” He yelled. Then the sound came. It was harps playing, all of them out of tune with one another. It was a horrible sound. The previously beautiful church illuminated and all noise except for the harps disappeared. An exact replica of the statue appeared. Hunter moved his powerful hand to Caine’s throat and choked him to death. Then Hunter looked straight at Ranelo, god of purity.
* * * * * * * * * * *
About 6o miles away, a boy of six yelled to his mother “Look Ma, it a beam o’ light!” after witnessing just that at the church of Ranelo, now called the rejected god.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hunter may have been a beast but he was still brilliant. Striking first would be insane, waiting perhaps more so, and escaping impossible. Months before, Ranelo was forced to leave godhood because of his insanity. “Just shows that immortals aren’t always great.” Many villagers said before dismissing the matter. Hunter originally thought this would take away Ranelo’s powers. Instead Ranelo joined the Kin of Scar, a group of powerful entities obsessed with either world domination or killing the gods. They gave him back his powers, but Ranelo was still angry. He could still die and battle but it was unlikely. Hatred is a thing to be feared, for it can make or break a man or even destroy a civilization. At this moment, Hunter was looking into severe hatred.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Ranelo assessed the situation quickly. He knew what was happening. He decided to ‘purify’ the world of the ungrateful, pathetic, bottom feeding, disgusting vermin that stood before him. He pushed his hand forward and shot a huge blast of aura at Hunter. Hunter dodged to the left and went into battle position. Ranelo flew at him, and turned his hands into flails, shouting, “Now I will kill you, you mockery of a being!” No wolves moved to protect Hunter, for fear is a tool that the gods harnessed. Hunter pushed the flails away and broke one in half with his claws, but a sword replaced it. After being on the defense from Ranelo’s slashes for minutes, Hunter went on the offense. He feinted to the right with his claws then he kicked Ranelo a few feet away. Ranelo disappeared and reappeared behind Hunter slashing his sword, this caught Hunter off guard, and he was cut. Hunter grabbed Ranelo and threw him, then quickly rebounded and ran after him and hit Ranelo. Ranelo hit Hunter on the left arm with his flail, breaking it. After a scream in agony, Hunter slashed Ranelo on the face, and used his powerful feet to break the flail and sword. Ranelo was stuck with his hands. He punched Hunter, blow after blow, each harder then the last. The attacks cracked Hunter’s ribs and pain hit him. Hunter punched Ranelo in the face with all his might, and his face became bloody from the blow. Ranelo quickly remembered he could still die and was fearful. To finish Hunter off he breathed red- hot fire on him. Hunter quickly had many of his fur burned off, but he knew that Ranelo was running out of energy. He looked through his pain and the fire and saw the cliff. He knew he was doomed, but he would not lose this battle. He kicked and slashed at Ranelo then tackled him. Hunter ran faster then what had been thought possible, and jumped off the cliff. He smiled and thought of his parents and knew he was about to be reunited with them. Then he died.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Peter lost his bloodlust. He looked at the moon and howled. He howled in anguish, in anger, and guilt. The other wolves joined him. Across the world, wolves howled. From the smallest pup to the largest alpha-male, from the weakest to the strongest, from the loyal and good to the darkest and the vilest, from the east to west, from the north to the south, all the wolves howled.
* * * * * * * * * * *
From that day on, every time a wolf saw a full moon they howled at it, remembering their fallen comrade. Wolves were never selfish again, for they believed that if they had helped Hunter in defeating Ranelo, he wouldn’t have died in the process. Then again, perhaps even Death himself could not hold down Redwolf’s power and lust for the world to have no more evil and perhaps not.
The End
The Howling of the Moon
The hooded men walked away from the nice, new, log cabin, which seemed to seethe with hospitality. They followed their unmasked leader with the bloody axe. A closet door opened and a young pale boy with deep blue eyes crawled out bawling tears. He had short hair that had been pushed back and well combed. His parents lay dead and bleeding. He fingered the ring his parents died for. It had a wolf on it. The boy walked outside and screamed, “I, Hunter Redwolf, will get revenge on the preachers of Ranelo, the god of purity!”
* * * * * * * * * *
Hunter awoke with a jolt. “More nightmares of my past.” He said to himself. With that said, a Grey Wolf bounded from the nearby mountains and licked him. “Peter!” he said, addressing the wolf that he named after his father. “Let’s get some food, buddy!” Hunter no longer had slicked back hair, but long, unkempt hair that reached his shoulders, but he still seemed to be handsome. Hunter ran outside, jumped and turned, abruptly, into a wolf. Being a skilled hunter, (If you’ll excuse the pun), Hunter killed 3 rabbits, 1 beaver, and a weasel. Peter killed 3 rabbits and a bird, which he brought to his mate and cubs. Hunter and Peter soon returned to the cabin and discussed (in wolf tongue) going after Ranelo’s preachers again. “17 years and only 3 of the 8 men who nearly ruined our lives are dead.” Peter growled. “Well as it turns out, all of them preach at the same church,” Hunter barked “We could get them at the next service…” Peter replied, “Where are they?” “In the town of Ramsanito” Hunter answered. “Then we should go-“ Peter started, but a sword interrupted him. The knight that threw the sword ran up to get it, but seven wolves immediately attacked him. They couldn’t breach his armor but it gave Hunter a chance to grab the knight’s sword and cut off his head in a swift swipe. “Judging by the weak point in armor near the neck and the Ranelo shield, he belongs to Caine.” Caine was the leader of the hooded men who killed his parents. “It’s settled then. We go to Ramsonito tonight, but first we ransack the nearest town. We need supplies and weapons. Peter, Axel, you come with me to the markets, while the others cause a distraction.” “When did we settle that?” Axel croaked.
* * * * * * * * * *
After a short battle with the townspeople, which was typical, the wolves started on their journey. They all had a kind of wolf armor, which was handcrafted by the local blacksmith. Luckily, very few saw them, because they took long, abandoned, and dilapidated roads to Ramsanito. Eventually they reached the church of Ranelo. It was a boring building with nothing special, only a large structure of white. “ It’s Ranelo’s Sabbath day, so there will be a large number of people there other then Caine and his lackeys. Only aim for the hooded men. Try to kill them as swiftly as possible.” Peter explained, while Hunter made sure everyone was ready. After everyone was prepared, both physically and mentally, Hunter kicked down the door and ran in. After a second in surprise, another in shock, and a final in thought, the crowd ran. Hunter remembered the blank church on the outside and gasped. A huge Ranelo statue loomed over him with a large sword, pointing to the sky. Ranelo’s face was crooked and looked wrong, with a crooked nose, one eye slightly larger then the other, and hair that spit out a horrible orange. He had large armor with spikes coming from his shoulder armor, which were hunched up and uncomfortable looking. In the church, gold was everywhere and there were large, beautiful windows and amazing paintings on each side. Hunter eventually caught himself when he saw the five hooded men. A sixth one was there as well, holding a flail. Two others had swords; Caine had an axe, another with a spear and the final with a scythe. Not a single person moved for seconds, but it seemed like hours to Hunter. Hunter studied Caine, with his dirty blonde hair, muscular build and stubble. The only thing hat had changed about him was a scar that ran down his face. “Come here, my prey.” One of the men said, breaking the silence, and moving but it resembled stalking. Then Hunter charged and yelled “Now!” Wolves suddenly busted into the windows, destroying their beauty forever. Glass rained everywhere. It caught the man off guard and distracted him. Hunter seized his chance and thrust the sword into the man’s heart. The monk was well trained and moved at the last second. The attack wounded him but not fatally. He swung wildly but Hunter parried the blows and swung to the right. The monk shifted to block, but it was a feint! Hunter whipped him in throat.
As Axel flew in the window he gave Peter a wink and another, wicked one, to the man with the spear. The two wolves aimed for his legs while a she-wolf hopped up for his head. The man swung his spear around, aiming for the she-wolf, but Axel jumped up and grabbed his arm. The battle-injured wolf with light-fur named Axel, in that second, breathed his final breath. Caine, having dispatched of the wolves attacking him, cut him in half. “I sure you would have been thankful, you filthy animal.” He whispered before bringing up his axe, ready to kill the she-wolf. Peter quickly overcame his shock and attacked Caine in a horrible fury. Caine easily threw him away and stalked forward. While Caine and his lackeys were slow, Hunter and the wolves were swift. Peter got up immediately and took a glance at the man he had been fighting before. The she-wolf named Sheila had gotten reinforcements and defeated the man. Three of the monks were dead. Five wolves were either dead or wounded. Quickly, Peter remembered why he hated Caine. He remembered Caine going after many wolves and succeeding in his attempts at slaughter many times. Caine believed that wolves were an evil race that stained the Earth’s beauty. He remembered how over half of his pack died because of Caine. Only a young Peter, Axel, two she-wolves and one other cub survived the attack. Axel had become his father figure for years. And Caine had just eliminated Axel from the equation that was Peter’s life. Peter’s temper flared further, and fire overtook his eyes.
Hunter ran toward the man with the flail. He threw his sword at the man, who was preoccupied with wolves. It got the man in his abdomen. The man still was not dead, only angry, and Hunter was weaponless. The moon reached the skies early that day. It was a full moon. Hunter transformed into a half-wolf, half-human, creature. The monster of a man shoved his claws into the man’s stomach, who swung his flail too slow, and threw him across the room to the window on the far side, which he flew out of, off the cliff. Then he charged full speed at Caine. Caine had kicked Peter to the floor and raised his axe, holding a large grin, before the tackle. Despite the axe’s size, Caine was extremely agile with it. He made numerous slashes at Hunter but the superhuman werewolf would not delay. Eventually, Hunter found a sword and fought back. They were nearly even. The clangs and clacks, swings and slashes, battering of blades and blocking of blows, could be hears from miles. Soon both the weapons went flying away. Hunter grasped Caine and growled, in a deep voice, “Why?” Caine’s reply was “To purify the world of the evils of other gods. ONLY RANELO’S FOLLOWERS ARE WORTHY! Those filthy animals known as your parents had the ring. IT WAS A THREAT! And it still is.” Suddenly Hunter interrupted. “Why were you battle ready?” Caine laughed a hoarse, horrible laugh. “THE RITUAL TO SUMMON RANELO! IT NEEDS WEAPONS YOU FOOL!” He yelled. Then the sound came. It was harps playing, all of them out of tune with one another. It was a horrible sound. The previously beautiful church illuminated and all noise except for the harps disappeared. An exact replica of the statue appeared. Hunter moved his powerful hand to Caine’s throat and choked him to death. Then Hunter looked straight at Ranelo, god of purity.
* * * * * * * * * * *
About 6o miles away, a boy of six yelled to his mother “Look Ma, it a beam o’ light!” after witnessing just that at the church of Ranelo, now called the rejected god.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Hunter may have been a beast but he was still brilliant. Striking first would be insane, waiting perhaps more so, and escaping impossible. Months before, Ranelo was forced to leave godhood because of his insanity. “Just shows that immortals aren’t always great.” Many villagers said before dismissing the matter. Hunter originally thought this would take away Ranelo’s powers. Instead Ranelo joined the Kin of Scar, a group of powerful entities obsessed with either world domination or killing the gods. They gave him back his powers, but Ranelo was still angry. He could still die and battle but it was unlikely. Hatred is a thing to be feared, for it can make or break a man or even destroy a civilization. At this moment, Hunter was looking into severe hatred.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Ranelo assessed the situation quickly. He knew what was happening. He decided to ‘purify’ the world of the ungrateful, pathetic, bottom feeding, disgusting vermin that stood before him. He pushed his hand forward and shot a huge blast of aura at Hunter. Hunter dodged to the left and went into battle position. Ranelo flew at him, and turned his hands into flails, shouting, “Now I will kill you, you mockery of a being!” No wolves moved to protect Hunter, for fear is a tool that the gods harnessed. Hunter pushed the flails away and broke one in half with his claws, but a sword replaced it. After being on the defense from Ranelo’s slashes for minutes, Hunter went on the offense. He feinted to the right with his claws then he kicked Ranelo a few feet away. Ranelo disappeared and reappeared behind Hunter slashing his sword, this caught Hunter off guard, and he was cut. Hunter grabbed Ranelo and threw him, then quickly rebounded and ran after him and hit Ranelo. Ranelo hit Hunter on the left arm with his flail, breaking it. After a scream in agony, Hunter slashed Ranelo on the face, and used his powerful feet to break the flail and sword. Ranelo was stuck with his hands. He punched Hunter, blow after blow, each harder then the last. The attacks cracked Hunter’s ribs and pain hit him. Hunter punched Ranelo in the face with all his might, and his face became bloody from the blow. Ranelo quickly remembered he could still die and was fearful. To finish Hunter off he breathed red- hot fire on him. Hunter quickly had many of his fur burned off, but he knew that Ranelo was running out of energy. He looked through his pain and the fire and saw the cliff. He knew he was doomed, but he would not lose this battle. He kicked and slashed at Ranelo then tackled him. Hunter ran faster then what had been thought possible, and jumped off the cliff. He smiled and thought of his parents and knew he was about to be reunited with them. Then he died.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Peter lost his bloodlust. He looked at the moon and howled. He howled in anguish, in anger, and guilt. The other wolves joined him. Across the world, wolves howled. From the smallest pup to the largest alpha-male, from the weakest to the strongest, from the loyal and good to the darkest and the vilest, from the east to west, from the north to the south, all the wolves howled.
* * * * * * * * * * *
From that day on, every time a wolf saw a full moon they howled at it, remembering their fallen comrade. Wolves were never selfish again, for they believed that if they had helped Hunter in defeating Ranelo, he wouldn’t have died in the process. Then again, perhaps even Death himself could not hold down Redwolf’s power and lust for the world to have no more evil and perhaps not.
The End
