Post by Wolf on Jan 20, 2006 2:51:22 GMT -5
Okay, I'd advise you don't read this if you're sqeamish...lol..Its about a werewolf transformation and killing.
Grey sighed as stood on the concrete floor and looked out of the small, barred window at the darkening sky. His skin had already begun to tingle and power coursed through his veins, as the moon slowly appeared on the horizon. He turned away from it, not needing to know what was about to become of his already broken body.
Fear shone in his eyes as Grey felt fur sprout like thousands of needles, ripping through the skin and becoming, thick and sleek. He doubled over in pain as his bones bagan to shift, tearing his skin in some places as they broke, reformed, shattered and cracked, beginning to form his canine skeleton. Screams were torn from his throat again and again as his lungs expanded before his rib cage had a chance to fully grow and he collapsed gasping for breath, his limbs placed at odd angles upon the floor and he flailed as his hunched spine was pulled into a longer one, muscle forming and fur sprouting over his tail as it elongated and writhed. Harsh inhuman cries and twisted growls emitted as Grey's voice box changed, his head stretching into a tapered muzzle with a heavy jaw, pulling his eyes into narrow slits. The creature went blind and his head pounded, nerves amock, making his body twitch as it continued to change, blood spreading beneath its boken body. The skull reformed, creating pressure on the brain and ears were drawn and pulled onto the top of it, head exploding with new sounds, smells and tastes. A rubbery nose formed and teeth shredded the gums, blood pooling into its mouth and dripping onto the ground. Cracking died away as paws were fully formed with large, sharp, black claws and muscles rippled through the black fur.
The werewolf lay panting, its head swimming before the senses returned sharp and clear. It heaved itself up from the blood soaked ground and stood slowly, black fur matted with dark blood and lips pulled back over gums in a snarl, eyes full of hate as it gazed around at the prison. With a roar, the werewolf lunged at the barred window, paws slipping through the bars and claws scrabbling at the grass outside as it howled furiously at the moon which shone down, illuminating its gleaming, malicious eyes and taunting it. Backing up again the werewolf looked about the cell and spotted the heavy, wooden, barred door. A sharp, dangerous grin formed on its maw and it licked the blood from its lips hungrily before charging on all fours, a growl rumbling in its chest and smashed against the door, rebounding and skidding to a halt, claws shearing across the concrete. The door splintered slightly, but held and the werewolf's eyes flashed as it pounded at the wood again, smashing into it harder, jarring its body as it fell back but snarling triumphantly as the door splintered and a rusty hinge fell with a clink to the ground. Flexing its muscles, the beast padded up to the wood and with a terrifying roar swung his paw at the wood, shattering it with his claws, sending bits of wood everywhere. The hole in the door was big enough for the wolf's head and paws as it shredded his way out, shards of wood grazing his body but with his new freedom, the wolf drove on, mind set for killing and eyes fixed on the moon, full and bright.
Landing, silently onto the grass beyond its prison, the werewolf flexed his muscles and raised his head, letting out a hunting call, striking fear into all those who could hear it and sending himself into a frenzy. Scenting the air and tasting the coldness, the werewolf singled out a victim and crouched, before powering his muscles and bounded towards the scent. The stench of prey became overpowering as the werewolf silently approached the unsuspecting human whom stood back to the stalking beast.
Saliva dripped from the werewolf's jaws as it opened them wide, and crept closer, letting out a growl and enjoying the look of terror of the person as they spun around. With a terrified scream the person turned and ran, arms high above their head as the werewolf loped along, jumping and snapping at their heels. It loved a good chase.
Bored after a few minutes of taunting, the werewolf sprang, landing heavily on its prey and held the person with one huge paw, digging its claws in and enjoying the squeals of terror and pain radiating from them. With a victorious howl, the wolf drove its jaws into their throat and felt warm blood spill from the wound, lapping it up eagerly the werewolf drew back and surveyed its victim for a moment, watching them choke and gurgle, life ebbing away before it plunged into the neck and twisted his head, snapping the neck and spine. The persons head went limp and their body twitched as raw nerves were exposed to the cold. The werewolf dragged its claws across the persons stomach, watching the insides spill out and then tore into the chest, snapping the ribcage with its teeth and began to feast, gore splattering his muzzle as he lapped, chewed, splintered, mauled and tore at the victims lifeless, worthless body.
Having eaten its fill the werewolf scented the air again, snarled and pounded over the grass, another victim not far away. The creature spotted the person up ahead beside a tree and roared thirsty for blood, before charging towards them, tail whipping out behind himself. His claws spread, he struck the human aside, tearing flesh and snapping bones as it hit the tree like a ragdoll and fell limply towards the ground. The human had no time to scream. Relishing the efficient kill, the wolf dove into the body and feasted hungrily again, lapping up the blood and leaving a trail of bloody, gore covered paw prints behind as he padded off again, his hunger never ceasing.
The werewolf feasted and gored, never leaving enough of the victim to identify as he thought about the dreaded sun, his teeth bared when he'd go back to his prison of the human until the moon came again.
With a twisted huff the werewolf, padded through the area of open grassland, the moon starting to edge further across the sky, getting closer to setting. He glanced back at it and bared his bloody fangs, before he began to lope, hungering for more prey but finding none. With a glint in his eye, the mighty creature raised his head and howled in anger and frustration, as his belly rumbled, in a growling manner. He ran again, harder this time, feeling the adrenaline rush through his blood and the wind through his waving black fur. He was scratched by brambles and twigs as he entered a small forest area, though his feet hit the ground softly, almost creating no sound to an average human as he weaved in and out of trees and jumped ditches, never faltering or stumbling. He was the lethal silent killer.
Breaking out of the forest, the werewolf wheeled in the direction of a small cottage, not bothering to stop as it jumped the small gate around the garden and pulled up in front of the door. With a malicious grin the werewolf slinked around the side of the house, hidden from view as the door opened slowly and a small girl wandered out, innocent and unsuspecting. The girl walked down the path and shut the gate which was slightly ajar before turning around, eyes wide with absolute terror as she came face to face with the black werewolf. Before she could scream, the beast seized her in its powerful jaws and loped off, dumping her at the edge of the forest. He growled menacingly as she lay, bleeding slightly, shaking and whimpering as he breathed on her, rank breath spreading about her small form. Just as he was about to clamp his jaws around her throat, a sharp stab of pain hit him. He roared and was about to continue with what he was doing when he felt another sharp stab. His eyes opened slightly more as he gazed at the horizon, the first bit of light appearing. The werewolf backed away growling and snarling, before taking off into the forest, stumbling as the change started happening again, in reverse order as his bones and joints began to crack. With a furious half howl, half cry the werewolf fell to the ground, writhing and snapping at its own body as bones began to shift and muscles unwound, shrinking and leaving the twisted creature whimpering helplessly as it became more and more human, growls replaced with screams and fur replaced with soft skin. The muzzle shrunk into the skull and the skull reformed, eyes changing and blindness taking its toll. He writhed on the leaf strewn floor and stretched out his re-forming limbs, screaming harshly as his spine snapped and shrank, each rib snapping and shrinking, lungs too big now to fit the more human ribcage. The tail was writhing, shrinking and snaking back into the body and the pelvis twisted into a human shape...
Grey moaned softly as he opened his eyes, sunlight forcing him to shut them again. His body was broken upon the ground, blood both his own and others spread like a blanket underneath him and his muscles felt like hot fire beneath his cold skin. He struggled to sit up, failing to stifle a scream as pain tore through his chest and arms, travelling throughout his whole body mercilessly.
After what seemed an age, Grey felt well enough to move from the spot outside of his house. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there and stood up, ignoring his protesting muscles and staggering slightly as he saw black dots appear in front of his eyes. Half- conscious, he limped, staggered and crawled into the cottage, relishing the warmth as he found a blanket in the living room and collapsed onto a chair, closing his eyes tiredly. He would inspect wounds later, silently dreading the next full moon, knowing that it would bring the torment but oddly exhilerent part of his darker self that seeked to kill, mercilessly at that. For now he was Grey, a human but really deep down he was the silent, deadly predator that stalked humans for sport and never ceasing hunger....
Grey sighed as stood on the concrete floor and looked out of the small, barred window at the darkening sky. His skin had already begun to tingle and power coursed through his veins, as the moon slowly appeared on the horizon. He turned away from it, not needing to know what was about to become of his already broken body.
Fear shone in his eyes as Grey felt fur sprout like thousands of needles, ripping through the skin and becoming, thick and sleek. He doubled over in pain as his bones bagan to shift, tearing his skin in some places as they broke, reformed, shattered and cracked, beginning to form his canine skeleton. Screams were torn from his throat again and again as his lungs expanded before his rib cage had a chance to fully grow and he collapsed gasping for breath, his limbs placed at odd angles upon the floor and he flailed as his hunched spine was pulled into a longer one, muscle forming and fur sprouting over his tail as it elongated and writhed. Harsh inhuman cries and twisted growls emitted as Grey's voice box changed, his head stretching into a tapered muzzle with a heavy jaw, pulling his eyes into narrow slits. The creature went blind and his head pounded, nerves amock, making his body twitch as it continued to change, blood spreading beneath its boken body. The skull reformed, creating pressure on the brain and ears were drawn and pulled onto the top of it, head exploding with new sounds, smells and tastes. A rubbery nose formed and teeth shredded the gums, blood pooling into its mouth and dripping onto the ground. Cracking died away as paws were fully formed with large, sharp, black claws and muscles rippled through the black fur.
The werewolf lay panting, its head swimming before the senses returned sharp and clear. It heaved itself up from the blood soaked ground and stood slowly, black fur matted with dark blood and lips pulled back over gums in a snarl, eyes full of hate as it gazed around at the prison. With a roar, the werewolf lunged at the barred window, paws slipping through the bars and claws scrabbling at the grass outside as it howled furiously at the moon which shone down, illuminating its gleaming, malicious eyes and taunting it. Backing up again the werewolf looked about the cell and spotted the heavy, wooden, barred door. A sharp, dangerous grin formed on its maw and it licked the blood from its lips hungrily before charging on all fours, a growl rumbling in its chest and smashed against the door, rebounding and skidding to a halt, claws shearing across the concrete. The door splintered slightly, but held and the werewolf's eyes flashed as it pounded at the wood again, smashing into it harder, jarring its body as it fell back but snarling triumphantly as the door splintered and a rusty hinge fell with a clink to the ground. Flexing its muscles, the beast padded up to the wood and with a terrifying roar swung his paw at the wood, shattering it with his claws, sending bits of wood everywhere. The hole in the door was big enough for the wolf's head and paws as it shredded his way out, shards of wood grazing his body but with his new freedom, the wolf drove on, mind set for killing and eyes fixed on the moon, full and bright.
Landing, silently onto the grass beyond its prison, the werewolf flexed his muscles and raised his head, letting out a hunting call, striking fear into all those who could hear it and sending himself into a frenzy. Scenting the air and tasting the coldness, the werewolf singled out a victim and crouched, before powering his muscles and bounded towards the scent. The stench of prey became overpowering as the werewolf silently approached the unsuspecting human whom stood back to the stalking beast.
Saliva dripped from the werewolf's jaws as it opened them wide, and crept closer, letting out a growl and enjoying the look of terror of the person as they spun around. With a terrified scream the person turned and ran, arms high above their head as the werewolf loped along, jumping and snapping at their heels. It loved a good chase.
Bored after a few minutes of taunting, the werewolf sprang, landing heavily on its prey and held the person with one huge paw, digging its claws in and enjoying the squeals of terror and pain radiating from them. With a victorious howl, the wolf drove its jaws into their throat and felt warm blood spill from the wound, lapping it up eagerly the werewolf drew back and surveyed its victim for a moment, watching them choke and gurgle, life ebbing away before it plunged into the neck and twisted his head, snapping the neck and spine. The persons head went limp and their body twitched as raw nerves were exposed to the cold. The werewolf dragged its claws across the persons stomach, watching the insides spill out and then tore into the chest, snapping the ribcage with its teeth and began to feast, gore splattering his muzzle as he lapped, chewed, splintered, mauled and tore at the victims lifeless, worthless body.
Having eaten its fill the werewolf scented the air again, snarled and pounded over the grass, another victim not far away. The creature spotted the person up ahead beside a tree and roared thirsty for blood, before charging towards them, tail whipping out behind himself. His claws spread, he struck the human aside, tearing flesh and snapping bones as it hit the tree like a ragdoll and fell limply towards the ground. The human had no time to scream. Relishing the efficient kill, the wolf dove into the body and feasted hungrily again, lapping up the blood and leaving a trail of bloody, gore covered paw prints behind as he padded off again, his hunger never ceasing.
The werewolf feasted and gored, never leaving enough of the victim to identify as he thought about the dreaded sun, his teeth bared when he'd go back to his prison of the human until the moon came again.
With a twisted huff the werewolf, padded through the area of open grassland, the moon starting to edge further across the sky, getting closer to setting. He glanced back at it and bared his bloody fangs, before he began to lope, hungering for more prey but finding none. With a glint in his eye, the mighty creature raised his head and howled in anger and frustration, as his belly rumbled, in a growling manner. He ran again, harder this time, feeling the adrenaline rush through his blood and the wind through his waving black fur. He was scratched by brambles and twigs as he entered a small forest area, though his feet hit the ground softly, almost creating no sound to an average human as he weaved in and out of trees and jumped ditches, never faltering or stumbling. He was the lethal silent killer.
Breaking out of the forest, the werewolf wheeled in the direction of a small cottage, not bothering to stop as it jumped the small gate around the garden and pulled up in front of the door. With a malicious grin the werewolf slinked around the side of the house, hidden from view as the door opened slowly and a small girl wandered out, innocent and unsuspecting. The girl walked down the path and shut the gate which was slightly ajar before turning around, eyes wide with absolute terror as she came face to face with the black werewolf. Before she could scream, the beast seized her in its powerful jaws and loped off, dumping her at the edge of the forest. He growled menacingly as she lay, bleeding slightly, shaking and whimpering as he breathed on her, rank breath spreading about her small form. Just as he was about to clamp his jaws around her throat, a sharp stab of pain hit him. He roared and was about to continue with what he was doing when he felt another sharp stab. His eyes opened slightly more as he gazed at the horizon, the first bit of light appearing. The werewolf backed away growling and snarling, before taking off into the forest, stumbling as the change started happening again, in reverse order as his bones and joints began to crack. With a furious half howl, half cry the werewolf fell to the ground, writhing and snapping at its own body as bones began to shift and muscles unwound, shrinking and leaving the twisted creature whimpering helplessly as it became more and more human, growls replaced with screams and fur replaced with soft skin. The muzzle shrunk into the skull and the skull reformed, eyes changing and blindness taking its toll. He writhed on the leaf strewn floor and stretched out his re-forming limbs, screaming harshly as his spine snapped and shrank, each rib snapping and shrinking, lungs too big now to fit the more human ribcage. The tail was writhing, shrinking and snaking back into the body and the pelvis twisted into a human shape...
Grey moaned softly as he opened his eyes, sunlight forcing him to shut them again. His body was broken upon the ground, blood both his own and others spread like a blanket underneath him and his muscles felt like hot fire beneath his cold skin. He struggled to sit up, failing to stifle a scream as pain tore through his chest and arms, travelling throughout his whole body mercilessly.
After what seemed an age, Grey felt well enough to move from the spot outside of his house. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there and stood up, ignoring his protesting muscles and staggering slightly as he saw black dots appear in front of his eyes. Half- conscious, he limped, staggered and crawled into the cottage, relishing the warmth as he found a blanket in the living room and collapsed onto a chair, closing his eyes tiredly. He would inspect wounds later, silently dreading the next full moon, knowing that it would bring the torment but oddly exhilerent part of his darker self that seeked to kill, mercilessly at that. For now he was Grey, a human but really deep down he was the silent, deadly predator that stalked humans for sport and never ceasing hunger....
