Friday, November 04, 2011

Werewolf_Scavenger


His master had finally called for him. A pack of seven wolves had gone rogue. He had sent Jade to the dragons’ lair with Tiny to collaborate with them. On the way she had delivered his message to Adam. She also performed a certain spell on him. It made him smell different.  Adam or the Kraken as he had newly termed himself was ready. He was all in for an all-out wolf fight but his master had warned him to find him first. He needed to know something before he could fight them he had cautioned. It had been a rainy week. Thunder had been applauding him. As he moved on, the weather stiffened again. The next night they met in the forest where the agitator wolves had taken refuge for the night. He had been travelling for more than a week. Master had been following them for even longer. The forest was a scent haven. There were so many trails. One however appealed to him. It was his masters. Stealthily he followed it. Within a few minutes he could hear voices. Joyous voices shouting without a care in the world. It was then that he picked up their trail. As he noiselessly headed towards the peace breakers, he saw a light. Upon reaching closer he noticed a fire. Five men were sitting around it cracking jokes. One of them however was quiet. He had a scar that ran from head to cheek across his face. In front of them lay a dead animal. Apparently that was their supper. He heard a leave crack behind him. He was onto it in a jiffy. Master had told him about seven. There were five near the fire. The other two might have been prowling nearby. He saw a wolf convert and turn to run. As he gave chase he realized he had seen the same wolf somewhere. He stopped. He had lost him. It was then that he realized it wasn’t the familiar who was pursuing him there were two other wolves behind him. He turned and waited. He heard their hooves stamp closer. They came jumping through a bush on slightly higher ground but he was ready for them. As they jumped past him from above he leaped and clawed both of their sides. They yelped and crash landed. They turned around and growled. That’s when his master jumped from above onto one of them. That got him the distraction he needed. He was onto the other in a flash. They wrestled for a while for it was clear neither was a match for nor master nor pupil. Adam bit off a chunk of his opponent’s neck and as he lay bleeding got up and converted to his human form again. His eyes denoted an anger which was enough to not make anyone not want to stand again. Master on the other hand was playing ball. He was teasing the other wolf. Aghast he converted again and jumped on the enemy. He intended on killing him but his master stopped him.
As he bit into his neck ready to break it his master shouted.
“STOP”
In that while the pawn wrestled himself into position and fled.
“Why did you let him go?”
“We need not kill all of them. We need not kill. Had I seen you denominating this little one into pieces before I would have stopped you.”
He walked to the bleeding man held his hand and said a prayer. Then angrily he glared at him.
“If we fight among ourselves how do you expect us to win a war against a common enemy?”
 He then picked up his satchel and took out a few herbs. He rubbed the same on the wounds and held a cloth near his patient’s nose. Anesthetic Adam realized. With that it wouldn’t be tough to kill any of them while they slept. He then worked on his wounds stitching them with hair from his own head. Once done he sat down on the ground. He was breathing heavily he realized. Someone was getting old. He went and sat down next to his master.
“These wolves can’t even fight.”
“There was a time you couldn’t either.”
“A chain is only as strong as its weakest link.”     
“Small drops of water make an ocean.”
Upon getting no response, he continued.
“This boy here is barely nineteen. He converted about three months ago.”
“How can you tell?”
“His brother, the wolf who ran was younger.”
“What are they doing with the Rogues?”
“Seeking Company. And you almost killed them for wanting to be a part of the world. For wanting to belong to something.”
“Weaklings don’t deserve to live.”
“Strength is a relative term.”
“Only the strongest survive.”
“This one here was once a potter.”
“How can you tell?”
“The hands. Look at them.”
“I only see fingers and wrinkles.”
“That’s what makes you juvenile. That’s what makes you need me.”
“To tell me what to do”
“No. To tell you what’s right. Only one voice can tell you what to do and it lies inside you.”
He was quiet. His master was right. They needed the numbers.
“We are going to have to carry him to them.”
“We don’t have too.”
“What makes you say that?”
“They will come find us. According to one of them, I killed their brother didn’t I?”
“Yet he ran. He is going to come hard at you.”
“I won’t mind.”
“You should.”
“I am not afraid of him. Or them.”
“It’s not them you should be afraid of, it’s you.”




Monday, September 19, 2011

Werewolf_The Nth Sin


He had woken up too early even for his own taste. It was barely past midnight. Arial lay on the bed next to him veiled by nothing more than a single flimsy cream coloured feign of a cloth. He walked to the door and looked outside. Dawn was yet to tread his forbidden grounds. The night lay in front of him ready to envelope him in its darkness unaware that what lurked inside was weighed more than what it could ever measure up to. The Vycus had fallen. First blood had been drawn. As an aftermath, his master Shinkozu and the fire priest Jade had headed out in order to structure their numbers to aid war. To cause victory. Now all that remained was drawing the shepherds out into the open and arming them. The dogs would follow.
The ministry was a sitting duck with the wizards staring them in the face. The rest had to be scavenged.
He had been left under the control of two shewolves. Arial and Esmeralda. They were both different in their skills though one thing was in common. Each beat him at speed but he might he was not be taken down. What he lacked in speed he made up in brute force and karate gimmicks.
Adam. What is it that pulls you from the warmth of my lair?
She was awake. It was strange. His own name reminded him of someone he dared not care about. He needed a new name. To have been in love with her was a mistake. To have killed her in order to slay her misery another mistake. To have stopped loving her was a mistake. Living was not. And live he would.
He turned around and stared at her. In the broad moonlight her human form invited temptation. Glistening like a diamond in a dragons claws. He walked past her swiftly and pulled her by the hair till she was half bent and then kissed her on the neck. He nibbled like a rabbit would and pulled her hair like a killer would. That, was what he liked about her. He could be as ruthless with her as he dared be and yet she would only drawback only to push him harder in the next instant. She was an animal, a lioness in disguise and she housed a rage even he couldn’t muster to encounter. He picked her up into his arms and claimed her mouth. Eventually he dropped her on her front and started up on her rear. As he pulverized the neck a soft groaning sound greeted his eardrums. Seizing the moment he plunged inside her. He picked her up again this time by the neck so she was on her knees and as she tilted her head soothed her lips with his. She softly bit his tongue signaling it was her turn and within a moment she had released herself. He felt himself being pushed underneath and obliged. As she mounted him her hands took a hold on his armpits and gradually she started gyrating on top of him. He let her for barely a minute before raising himself for just a second. She got the queue and bent so as to kiss him. As her mouth met his he fell on his back, his armpits and arms locking her hands and his mouth feeding on hers. Sinner that she was, she never stopped. Desperate she kept gyrating slowly leniently. As she gyrated, so did he. As she crested so did he. As she sobered down into ecstasy she was underneath again. 
It was strange how they had wordlessly made a pact. Training in the day, making love in the night. In the daylight they fiddled with his immatureness and in the nights she taught him the intricacies of the pervasive female body.  Esmeralda never engaged in bodily delight. She lived in a world of her own planning executing and enacting all of their roles in combat eventually making both of them a part of it. They always paired up against him. Their speed was unmatched but eventually his might outpaced them. Eventually his movements became more controlled his thrust more systematic his actions more planned and his moves perfection personified. When they separated to create diversion and divide work so one may distract and the other attack he took them apart piece by piece. It was when he had used his tail for the first time did he realize the look in Arial’s eyes. In order to dodge the tail when she had jumped her whole world had come crashing down as his hind legs had found her skull and mid section. She had laid there a while and the same day when he had tried it again, taken hold of his legs and thrashed him. Esmeralda had noticed the sparks and excused herself. That night they had made love. It had been hurried and soft. Both had been afraid of the effect on the other incase either had misunderstood the others signals. They were afraid of their own rawness. By next week, the awkwardness had gone and they owned each other. It was a week later that they had really made love. The hard way. The raw way. The right way.
Esmeralda had fitted into her role perfectly. She had placed herself in both of their paws frequently and hence knew both enough to not care of their nightly escapades unless it affected their training. Which it didn’t. It only pushed both harder. She was surprised at how much Adam was like what she had been when she had met Arial. She was surprised at how she knew that the only thing Arial saw in Adam was herself. She was surprised at how she couldn’t help be a side story. She was surprised at how she didn’t want anything else. It was strange. As they fell to his woes, he rose. As he grew they fell. As he rose, they fell. as he blossomed they flailed. He had become the Kraken.     

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

To what is, and what could have been

so there is this girl. you call here eve simply cause if you could ever descrive her in one word, it would have to be woman.
its strange really. you are her adam. so this in effect becomes the sober little story
of adam and eve. a faulty eve. an equally faulty adam. and hence the world would have died. so luckily, its just
one set god put out there that is like that. there are others. normal ones. which have their faults.
but then their faults are smaller. for one, they know whats right for them and whats not. they know that
cheating is not right and complementing each other is. they know that to solve problems all you really need
to do is talk it out. when one knows you better than you know yourself you freaking listen. for if
you dont, you tend to screw up adam and eve. and thats no small deal. or isn't it? its just adam and eve.
its just happiness. its art. the art of staying alive. of staying alive and not being lonely. if only she
understood. but she doesn't. so there was only one solution. you kill each other. or wait she would say
no to even that. so you do whats right. you kill her. its easy really. you pull the trigger and one part
of you dies. now for the other part. you are equipped for at least five others even if you are using an old
revolver so that is not a problem. so you pull the trigger again.  and you die. and then god stands before
you and asks. did you do whats right? what do you say?
how the fuck would i know? i wanted out of the misery. her misery. my misery.
you didnt belong together in the first place he says.
so why the hell did u make us adam and eve you moron?
or now will you say we did that? no wait. i did. you only just watched us didn't u?
had fun? well i hope you did cause i aint living again. thankyou god. you showed me the beauty of life.
and showed me, that i didnt even want to live it. i owe you man. so here is your reward! your life back.
no thankyou you can keep it. so long.

Saturday, May 14, 2011

Just a Thought...

I wander like a ghost at night
Over sleeping rose gardens and orchards alike
In search of what’s meant to be
For you, and for me.

I take in the sights,
Cozy, sleepy and bright
As I walk past I see
There never was a you and me

It takes a piece of me this night
and I give it all away in the name of peace and fight
As it gets darker I begin to see
Why you are the you and I, I am just plain old me.

It gets easier at day
When work keeps your thoughts at bay
But as darkness falls I fail to flee
Back from the chapter of you and me.

In the midst of chaos there is light
And eventually I take flight
But in the end it all comes back
The pairs made and braid on the shoe rack.

It seems easy to be so light
The solace of being right
But righteousness lies in the wrong
As I whisper to you ever night forlorn.

It takes two to tell this tale
Without clay there is no shale
I walk by you unnoticed
Trespassing swift and brisk

I wonder if I someday I may wake you
But as I stare I would rather wait my turn in your queue
As you sleep in peace
I linger to be that beds crease

So I walk by
Persistent, broken and shy
And then every time I see you in the mirror
I beg to be alive

If only wishes came true
We could be one, we could be through
But that would not be right
And hence alone I walk at night

Across fields across mountains
Through glaciers and through fountains
You walk and I walk alone
The cold distantness aching to the bone.


so this friend said a title would limit it. when i try to think of what inspired this i remember a million things. so shes part right. but then all the same isn't a name something that anything alive must be given? what do you think?

and while you are at it suggest a name huh? heres a good one an angel suggested-
The Night Wanderer