Wednesday, August 17, 2005

the first of many
My Greatest Fantasy

That’s it. Just put one paw in front of the other. One. Then the other. Come on. You know you can do this.
Blood dripped from the wolf’s right shoulder and it stood out against his white fur even in the moonless night. A trail of his footsteps and red droplets snaked off behind him into the distance. The rough ground ended as the road to some city of man began.
I should have moved faster. I’m better than that. How could I let that @#$%& stick me with a knife?!? I know how. You got overconfident. You thought a stupid knife couldn’t hurt you. Well guess what idiot! It was-OOHHH *&$^%!!!!
His thoughts still on the happenings of a few hours ago, he didn’t notice the oncoming carriage. What was usually a white blur, was now just a damaged lupine form, and not capable of getting out of the way. The driver didn’t see him until the last second, and could only cringe at the sound of crunching bone.
I hate my life. I really do. You think you’re a good person. That you’re doing the right things in life. And then you get stabbed and run over all in the same night.
By this point the driver had reined in the two horses pulling the carriage, and jumped off onto the slightly damp road below. Her footsteps were coming closer as his ribs were already putting themselves back together.
“I’m sorry big fella. I didn’t mean to hit you.”
Didn’t mean to hit me!
His face snapped up to reveal razor sharp teeth, which were hidden the moment he got a clear view of her face. She was the most beautiful women he had seen in so many years.
All is forgiven.
All of the damage from the crash healed, he jumped on his three good legs, and limped as quickly as he could into the bushes. Given this was not very fast, but it was fast enough that the driver had not recovered from the shock of seeing what she thought was a dead animal get up and walk.
This oughta get her attention. His outline began to blur, flow, and then reform. The stab wound in his right shoulder was still there. All right, here goes. “Oh my God! It tried to eat me! Someone help MMEEEE!,” came his immediate shout from the bushes. Come on my lady, get up off of your haunches and walk!
“I’m coming,” but her footsteps required a few moments to reach the bushes.
That’s it. Come a little closer.
A part formed in the bushes and her frightened face could be seen.
“Hello?”
“Thank you so much. You scared it away. How can I ever-”
“You’re NAKED!!!!!”
“Well. Yes, but-”
“And you’re bleeding everywhere. Get away from me.”
I failed already.
“Please! You can not leave me here. What if it comes back? It’ll finish me for sure.”
“All right. All right. Here,” she said as she took off her massive coat “,wear this.”

I’m goood.

.....

The ride to town was a long one. Longer than he’d expected. His stomach was growling fully, or to put in better terms, loud enough that the horses were turning back every few moments to see what the noise was.
“Are you...alright?,” she asked as her hand went back into a bag she kept near her. When she pulled it back out, a gorgeous, round, red apple sat in the palm of her hand. “If you’re hungry, I’ll give you this.”
His hand immediately shot up for the apple, but she pulled away and said “,You can have it, if you tell me what you were doing in the bushes naked.”
“I-huh-what?”
“Why were you in the bushes? Cause I was wondering what kind of man would wait by the side of the road naked, watch as a beautiful woman got off a carriage to help an animal, and only announce the fact that he was hiding because a wolf supposedly attacked him. Even though his wounds bear a far greater resemblance to the kind that are inflicted by something like...,” her other hand dipped down to her opposite thigh, showing obvious trust in the now uncontrolled horses, and came back up with a gleaming knife. No need to finish the sentence, as the ending was implied. “I call it, Wicked Defiance.”
“Well, you see the thing is, I was uh, swimming yeah.”
“Of course.”
“That’s why I’m naked, and someone stole my clothes. Which is why I’m still naked. And uh, I was waiting to get a ride with someone. But it was cold. So I crouched in the bushes.” A look of incredible disbelief showed what she thought of his story so far. “And you know its cold, or else you wouldn’t have this jacket with you. And the wound is cause I still had my knife, and when the big dog jumped in the bushes it hit me, and the knife went in by accident. Then I pulled out the knife and stuck the wolf with it,” he arced one hand through the air into the open palm of his other hand, mimicking the act “,so it ran away with the blade still in it.” Looking back up at her, the expression on his face said he obviously felt that what he had just told her was completely acceptable.
“You know, on second thought, I think it was a bad idea to pick up a rapist,” she said just before kicking him off the carriage with one well placed boot.
When I was born, I wonder what moon it was under, because it was definitely not a good one.
And then he went bouncing into the ground, his body blurring and reforming before he was even done rolling.
At least my shoulder has stopped bleeding.

.....


Blood. All he could smell was an overwhelming amount of blood. It was further up the road, just around that bend, and her scent was mingled in with the rest of the gore.
I don’t know why I try so hard to please every beautiful woman I see. Especially the violent ones, I really like them. You know its really dark, I don’t like that. There’s no moon. I hate moonless nights.
By this point he’d rounded the corner, and was confronted with a sight which made a wolf consider being a vegetarian. The carriage she had been riding was overturned, the horses eviscerated. A group of men he supposed were bandits by their dress were dismembered and scattered across the road in such a way as to make counting there number impossible. And in the middle of it all, she stood there, as if waiting for him.
It must have been a really bad moon. Maybe Ur, sower of death.
“I was wondering when the rapist would get here,” she said as she gave him a fang filled smile.
Shifting back to the form that could talk, he once again stood naked before her. “What did you, no, how did you? I mean, the sun was up, and you seemed to not care at all.”
Her smile grew beyond what would be considered at all normal, and then she pulled off her top. A maze of tattoos covered her body. “As you can see by these marks, I’m only half-vampire. The sun doesn’t bother me as long as keep my body fairly well covered. For example, the coat of mine you ran away with. I had to spend the rest of the day in my carriage.” She turned to it with a look of disgust due to its now ruined state.
“I can go back and get it if you want.”
“Not necessary. I can just take yours,” she said as her knife came back out of her thigh strap.
Yeah. It was Ur.
He turned to run, but before he could even manage to shape shift she was in front of him with her fangs coming straight for his throat, and her knife going for the still open wound on his shoulder. His leg simply came off, and the rest of him was thrown to the side of the road against a tree. She caught him before he hit the ground, and began to walk away with his lupine body tucked neatly under her arm.
I’m such an idiot. She’s probably going to kill me, and all I can think about is that my face is up against her perfect breasts.

.....

My arms hurt so much. Wait, only one of them was torn off. Why would both hurt.
His eyes opened to reveal a dark room with a single crimson red fire burning in the corner. He was strapped to a partially upright table. Spread eagle in human form, he was prevented from going lupine by silver woven through the table and the restraints holding him down. He had no doubt that beneath him the strands of silver made an intricate rune spell.
“Good, you’re awake.”
“I wouldn’t so much call it good as I would a new opportunity to feel pain.”
She stepped out in front of him again, this time her body was tightly wrapped in a leather body suit, covered in steel buckles. “I have a few questions for you.”
“No, I don’t know why a watched pot never boils.”
Once again, she pulled a weapon, but it was a sword made completely of silver.
“How would you like to see how much it hurts to have half the average number of testicles?”
“That’s a trick question isn’t it?”
“Tell me how you got that stab wound or I follow up on my threat.”
“You mean the one you gave me, or the one I had when we first met.”
She tapped the sword on shoulder, allowing the blade to cut into the flesh slightly.
“Be a good doggy and tell me who gave you that beauty mark or I give you another.”
“Alright, alright. Sit back and enjoy the story kiddies.”

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