Cursed Blessing
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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › Legends/Myths/Lore
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Adult +
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37
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"Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited."
7
For weeks, he hid in the cave, hunting animals to stay alive, making small fires to stay warm from time to time. The occasional farmers came looking for the beast now and then hoping to clean the curse roaming their lands. Every time he would kill. The beast would take hold like a berserker in him; he could see what it did but could not stop it.
The cave walls shook, causing candles to tip over and to shake her out of her meditation. Her eyes popped opened then frowned. What had disturbed her? Getting to her feet she picked up a candle and began walking the cave tunnel. This cave had two entrances, she should have checked to other once she had arrived but no one had disturbed this place in a long time.
The rage was still infecting his system; his changed body still had the form of a massive wolf, pitch black fur, blood red eyes and pearl white fangs. In his massive paws he had two of the farmers that had come to slay him. He held them up by their heads while they were still alive, a roar escaped him when he crushed their skulls with ease
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She heard the roar again and stopped. It was not human. A breeze blew and on it the smell of blood and death. Reaching into her pouch she pulled out a small bone sharpened on one end hollow on the other. She slipped it upon her finger. The tip held a deadly poison it only a touch and death came swift. She moved forward again slower this time. Placing her feet carefully so to make little noise. She was young, not yet 15 summers. She had been chosen to serve the goddess Freya at a young age. Only recently she had left the safety of the temple to begin her life among those that needed a shaman, healer and handmaid.
His very sensitive hearing could hear her now that she was closer; he could even smell the fear inside the cave. He let the two corpses fall to the floor, twitching and spilling blood from their crushed skulls. With speed and agility that could only be seen as super human, the creature moved through the cave.
She froze. She could hear something coming quickly her way. Her heart began to race, drawing on her skill she quickly whispered a spell, putting up a barrier between her and whatever was coming for her.
When he saw his pray he launched himself at her, only to be stopped and pushed back by an invisible force. His eyes glowed red as his rage grew. He would not stop, he would never stop, again and again he launched himself at her.
Her eyes grew wide at the huge beast charging her, hitting her protection over and over. She could see the wildness in this eyes, rage, hate and madness. Every hit took more of her strength, she had to do something or he would break through and not doubt kill. His strength was like no other, only the gods could make such a creature. Her hand fumbled in her pocket, grabbing a handful of powder. When he backed up to take another charge, she dropped her shield and threw the powder.
"SLEEP!" she yelled and jumped out of the way hoping the potion would work.
The creature practically jumped through the cloud of sleeping powder, the first jump didn’t get him close enough to reach her and as he landed his legs gave way and the creature hit the floor hard. Dust, fur and sweat flew rose into the air as it fell, it tried to get its feet but collapsed falling asleep.
She sighed heavily and leaned on the wall. She watched it sleep for a moment making sure it wasn’t playing. Reaching out a toe he kicked its leg. She may be a shaman but she was no fool. Whoever had made this creature it had a purpose a deadly one.
After a few moments, it changed from the large humanoid wolf to his true form. He laid naked and dirty.
The cave walls shook, causing candles to tip over and to shake her out of her meditation. Her eyes popped opened then frowned. What had disturbed her? Getting to her feet she picked up a candle and began walking the cave tunnel. This cave had two entrances, she should have checked to other once she had arrived but no one had disturbed this place in a long time.
The rage was still infecting his system; his changed body still had the form of a massive wolf, pitch black fur, blood red eyes and pearl white fangs. In his massive paws he had two of the farmers that had come to slay him. He held them up by their heads while they were still alive, a roar escaped him when he crushed their skulls with ease
.
She heard the roar again and stopped. It was not human. A breeze blew and on it the smell of blood and death. Reaching into her pouch she pulled out a small bone sharpened on one end hollow on the other. She slipped it upon her finger. The tip held a deadly poison it only a touch and death came swift. She moved forward again slower this time. Placing her feet carefully so to make little noise. She was young, not yet 15 summers. She had been chosen to serve the goddess Freya at a young age. Only recently she had left the safety of the temple to begin her life among those that needed a shaman, healer and handmaid.
His very sensitive hearing could hear her now that she was closer; he could even smell the fear inside the cave. He let the two corpses fall to the floor, twitching and spilling blood from their crushed skulls. With speed and agility that could only be seen as super human, the creature moved through the cave.
She froze. She could hear something coming quickly her way. Her heart began to race, drawing on her skill she quickly whispered a spell, putting up a barrier between her and whatever was coming for her.
When he saw his pray he launched himself at her, only to be stopped and pushed back by an invisible force. His eyes glowed red as his rage grew. He would not stop, he would never stop, again and again he launched himself at her.
Her eyes grew wide at the huge beast charging her, hitting her protection over and over. She could see the wildness in this eyes, rage, hate and madness. Every hit took more of her strength, she had to do something or he would break through and not doubt kill. His strength was like no other, only the gods could make such a creature. Her hand fumbled in her pocket, grabbing a handful of powder. When he backed up to take another charge, she dropped her shield and threw the powder.
"SLEEP!" she yelled and jumped out of the way hoping the potion would work.
The creature practically jumped through the cloud of sleeping powder, the first jump didn’t get him close enough to reach her and as he landed his legs gave way and the creature hit the floor hard. Dust, fur and sweat flew rose into the air as it fell, it tried to get its feet but collapsed falling asleep.
She sighed heavily and leaned on the wall. She watched it sleep for a moment making sure it wasn’t playing. Reaching out a toe he kicked its leg. She may be a shaman but she was no fool. Whoever had made this creature it had a purpose a deadly one.
After a few moments, it changed from the large humanoid wolf to his true form. He laid naked and dirty.