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| Brazy CK | May 12 2006, 11:48 PM Post #1 |
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Lupo Dell'uomo Chapter One On the peaks of the Alps Mountain Range, a beast paced the perimeter of a damp cave like the lion his animal instincts no doubt came from. He walked on his hind legs, but the ends of his massive, muscular legs had dog-like paws on them with razor-sharp nails adorning each toe. His torso was hairy and matted and as muscular and bulky as the rest of his body. He had the face of very ugly man or a very evolved wolf. His eyes were those of the devil. They were golden-yellow and slanted and had the sharp intensity of a bloody murderer. His body was finished with large, pointed hears that twitched with every twig stepped on and wind blown. He was, as the people called it, a lupo dell'uomo. It wasn’t a full moon on this eve, but the moon was waxing so it could be seen like a glowing orb hidden by the occasional misty cloud. His beast-like qualities were still retained because of this, however, even when fully transformed into man, he was no ordinary one. His powerful muscles still were chiseled into his war-torn body and his murderous eyes still bled into those who were unfortunate enough to be at their whims. The Beast had been out on the hunt tonight. The winter was coming and most of the prey that he could fetch without much work was in a deep sleep in underground caverns where he couldn’t reach them. So here he was, reduced to eating nuts and berries like a common forest rat. He was not articulate in the way that men spoke – he instead spoke the nobler, more elegant tongue of the wolf. In his periods of transformation, which lasted for a week, becoming more and more intense as the moon became fuller, he ate and slept with wolf packs of the mountains. When he was in his weaker state, he retreated to the lonely upper caverns of the mountains. On some days, he traveled down the mountain to observe the strange men who lived on the ground – men who killed for no reason, men who thought of nothing but their needs and would just as soon kill the most innocent child before giving up their greedy dreams. He didn’t understand their dialect, nor did he attempt to understand their actions, but nonetheless, they intrigued him. They somehow managed to coexist, not peacefully, but somewhat successfully. In the world of the wolves, if you were weak, you were not helped. Rooting out the runts of the litter is how the pack grows stronger. In the world of the wolves, if you rebelled against your pack, you were not helped. You were left to fend for your own in a world not intended for isolated animals to survive. And yet… they thrived. Again, it did not appear they got along, but their small packs had a certain respect amongst them… but the packs themselves fought with unrelenting hatred. Raw, pure hatred in the most sincere and devastating form. The hatred of others because of minor or aesthetic differences was a wasted one when such pure evil energy can be spent doing so much more efficient things than squabbling amongst themselves. This was something that he could not understand. However, as he lay on the cold, musky ground of his cave, he could not help but think of the urge he felt to coexist as they did, with another being. This was not an animal instinct as he had trained himself only to rely on to survive in the wild, it was something else… a sign of weakness, no doubt. He shook off the thoughts. Why the hell was he eating nuts and berries? Note: Incase you haven't figured it out by now, lupo dell'uomo translates into wolf man. |
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| Dragon_Sniper | May 14 2006, 10:54 AM Post #2 |
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Very interesting. I like it. Good detail, and a different point of view. |
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