A Howl in the Night (closed)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

*** This story is for myself and MrWolf1.. Please read along and enjoy the story of a mortal girl and the Wolf she meets...​

As a side note.. we had begun this story before, but have decided to rewrite it at this time.. this was in mutual agreement between MrWolf1 and myself..

We both hope you all enjoy... Feel free to PM any comments to either of us.. *** ​

~ The sun was setting when the car finally came to the end of the journey up the dirt road.. to the small gathering of cabins that dotted the foot of the mountain... Wolf Mountain... Kimma had not even realized that there were cabins out the outskirts of Wolf Mountain... She had heard only the .... rumors... the stories... that her grandfather told her... about Wolf Mountain.. chilling stories of monsters and wolves... of deer hunters finding carcasses torn apart.. that no animal could have done such damage.. only a monster.. or monsters.. of howlings heard in the deepest, darkest times of night... howling... and screams..
Kimma had not really believed her Grandfather.. as much as she loved him... but now... as they pulled into then clearing where the small grouping of cabins stood.. all those stories came flooding into her mind...

What were they doing here?? Her bodyfriend, Matt.. had said his father had a hunting cabin in the woods... a cabin where they could spend their 6 month anniversary together.. Kimma trusted Matt... and agree'd.. thinking it was in the woods near the lake.. not at the base of Wolf Mountain... Not here...

But here is where they were....

"Maybe this was not such a good idea Matt" she intoned as they got out of the car... but Matt would have none of that.. He had brought food to make dinner.. there was wood on the porch for a fire...
"it will be a perfect weekend.. Kimma" he reassured her..

Perfect was and is a relative term....

Kimma trusted Matt.. she had been seeing him for 6 months now.. and he had been nothing but sweet and kind and gentle with her... they laughed at the same jokes.. shared the same friends.. loved the same movies... but... the one thing that Kimma would no do.. with Matt.. or any of the other guys she had dated... was sleep with him... she wanted to save herself .. for marriage.. for her true love... her soul mate... she was convinced that she would know when the time was right.. and it would be then that she would let it happen... but until then... she would go no further than making out.. kissing and petting.. and that was it... which for her was fine... but for her partners.. including Matt.. it was getting a bit... tiresome...

Matt was hoping that on this weekend.. at the cabin.. that Kimma would finally open up... literally....

Dinner... firelight.. wine... and still.. she Kimma refused to allow Matt to go any further.. she had not even allowed Him to see her breasts... only touch.. and that was over her shirt...

A huge fight ensued... Kimma screaming at Matt.. Matt screaming back at Kimma... she demanding to be taken home.. and Matt flatly refusing...

It was nearly midnight when Kimma ran from the Cabin.. having kicked Matt in the balls when he tried to grab her and force the issue... he left laying on the floor.. groaning in pain... She did not have keys to the car.. so instead she takes off down the dirt road.. knowing that eventually, she would come to the highway... but she did not quite know how long or how far.. and as she ran into the darkness she began to wonder if she would be better off going back and begging Matt to take her home..

Stopping in the middle of the dirt road.. she took a moment to catch her breath.. her long blonde hair falling forward in a shimmering veil of gold... waving slightly as she pants...her body trembling slightly...

That was when she heard a sound... a shuffling in the trees.. Kimma looked into the darkness... "Matt?" no wait.. Matt would just get in the car and come down the road... what... what was that... the shuffling continued.. followed by what she tought was a sniffing sound.. like a dog that was scenting her hand... perhaps...

Then she heard the roar... a chilling deep resonating sound that seemed to come from everywhere around her.. closing in on her... Kimma screamed and ran... off the dirt road.. straight into the trees.. she screaming in her blind panic.. thinking she surely heard something chasing her...

She crashing thru the underbrush.. until she tripped on a tree root that lay protruding from the ground.. with a loud grunt.. her breath knocked from her.. she falls to the ground.. and in the momentary silence.. she heard it.. it was chasing her... it was right behind her.. and with a scream of sheer terror.. she watched as it burst into the clearing where she lay... her eyes went wide when she focused on the Beast.. It was huge... with blazing red eyes... and fangs.. fangs that dripped what looked like blood.. had It just killed something??? It turned to look at her.. lifting to It's hind legs... a wolven muzzle snarling back in what looked like the most evil of smiles at seeing the helpless girl....

Kimma's scream lifted to the silent moon above... ~

Kimma: http://photobucket.com/albums/a360/AmbrosiaCaress/?action=view&current=beauty.jpg

 

[MrWolf1]

Deep in the wooded hills beneath soaring mountains, a figure stirred. Upon the leaf littered ground He lay, writhing in pain as several deep holes, sunk deep into the thick muscle of His left arm, wept red. Through clenched teeth He hissed, as His right hand went to cover the gapping wounds, in an attempt to ebb the flow.

He had gotten sloppy. For the tenth time He cursed at himself for letting His guard drop, as He picked himself up from the ground, brushing leaf and stick from His dark, sweat sticky skin. Shaking His head to dislodge any matter from the long black locks falling from His head, He looked up at the moon. A full silver disk hung in nighttime sky, its light filtering through the tangle of branches above Him. Stepping into one of these shafts of pale light, His eyes shut and His arms out stretched. A silent prayer to She of Many Faces He spoke then, asked for Her aid in tracking the beast that had done this to Him. He chest heaved as He took into His lungs a deep fill of the chill night air, letting it cool His aching muscles, refreshing their strength.

Then, once more He was off, the scent of the great beast tracked by His sniffing nose. It had gotten far ahead while He had laid upon the ground. He growled in fury, as His fingertips began to itch. This itch spread over His skin like a thousand biting insects, but He knew what it was and asserted control over it, forcing it back. Not yet, He commanded in His thoughts, using my Power now would only pull it’s attention. And it was true, the moment He allowed His true Power to emerge, the beast would know it, and realized He was again on it’s trail. This He couldn’t afford. This creature already proved itself a strong and cunning prey. Now was not the time for attack.

It was time for the stalk.

Through brush and limb, past tree and vine He ran, His bare footfalls muffled by the thick leaf litter covering the ground. She of Many Faces shined down upon Him from above, and He could feel Her energies sinking into His flesh, pushing His muscles to, and past their limits. She was a hunter’s spirit, He was a hunter, and now He felt her Power within Him, almost guiding His feet beyond His control onto the right path. Farther into the dark of the forest He went, soon passing the limits of His peoples knowledge of the trees, into the unknown. He cared little, all He knew was this was where His prey went, and nothing was to get in His way now.

It was close.

Leaping past a line of trees, He felt His feet land upon the soft dirt of a path slicing into the trees to His left and right. Dropping to His knees, and put His nose to the ground, and sniffed. His nostrils wrinkled at the foul, strange odors He found, but then a familiar reek assaulted Him. He growled. It was indeed very close. Not more then a few moments had past since it crossed this path. He grinned, soon He would challenge it again, and soon, it will die by His claws!

He made to stand, but stopped, the openings of His nose flaring as He discovered another scent. Familiar, yet alien as well, this scent did not come from any animal He knew. It was not unlike the scent of His own kind. It was also plainly female.

Could the beast have found one of His own out here? If it had, their was little chance she would still be alive, not when faced with a mad beast as this. He stood to His feet. It mattered little in any case. All He could hope was for her to have a quick death. He offered a silent prayer to Grandmother, She who is Mother to All, asking for whoever it was to die well. He was then once more bounding into the trees before Him, twisting and turning past trunk after trunk. Perhaps this turn could be one in His favor. If the beast had run across someone, it may take a moment to feast. That might be just enough time for Him to catch up.

It was then that a scream shook the leaves above Him! What He had thought was now confirmed. The creature had found someone, and she was still alive! His flesh twitched, as the itching that had tested Him before returned with a vengeance. His legs pumped, slamming the ground as He clambered up a steep hill. Along the way, the itching turned to burning, the burning to a raging inferno engulfing His body in intense Power. Flesh stretched as His body grew. The deep wounds that had been made by that monster began to seal, until little if any mark remained. Talons sprouted from His itching fingertips as they dug into the earth, climbing up the acute grade. Already large muscles swelled to inhuman size, filling with the strength to pull His growing body up higher. Naked flesh was now being covered in silvery fur as it wisped from His skin.

So it was, that what crested the top of the hill was a man no longer. Thin black lips pulled away from a short broad muzzle filled with ivory fangs. A drop of saliva twinkled as it fell from the tip of one as it curled downward. Above that muzzle, two dark eyes squinted in purest rage, as a deep throated growl vibrated the very air. Furred ear turned and focused onto what He knew dwelt at the base of the hill and past the almost solid line of trees. It would know He was there, but that mattered little now. There was no escape!

He threw is head back, and roared! A sound that had not been heard where He now stood in many many generations.

Looking dead ahead again, He leaped, His heavy body crashing through the trees, shattering past the branches, sending them flying in all directions.

He landed on His feet with an earth shaking thud. His eyes darted left and right, until, at last, they centered upon the yellow, pus filled ones that now looked back at Him.

The eyes of His prey.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Kimma had heard all the stories.. told while sitting on her Grandfather's knee when she was no more than a young child.. stories of the woods that encompass the base of Wolf Mountain.. stories of the monsters, the ghosts, the werewolves, that inhabit the great forest. It was those beliefs, handed down from generation to generation, that kept settlers from building anything within those woods... the only cabins that had dared been built were on the edge of the lake, near the access road. And those had been built by newcomers, people who did not know of, nor believe the rumors and legends. Big city people... outsiders...

Matt's family had been one of those outsiders..

Kimma's family was not an outsider.... Her grandfather spoke often of the Wolves of Wolf Mountain.. of the People who once lived there, and supposedly still did.. of the Beasts that roamed the depths, the darkness. He spoke of the legend.. of the evil that inhabited the forest, and the Wolves fight against that evil. He spoke of man's attempt to hunt the Wolven people, that failed miserably and the deaths that ensued because of that attempt. He spoke of the one story, a story that a girl, one girl, would come to unite the Wolven people and mankind. A girl who would bridge that gap, who would give birth to a new race. A babe that had mingled blood of a Werewolf/Lycan and a human...

It had been years, so many years, since anyone had seen anything in the woods, the darkness, at the base of Wolf Mountain. So many years, that even her Grandfather had begun to wonder. Had the Wolven people been wiped out? Were they gone forever?

He had died never knowing if the stories he spoke about and believed in, the stories that he had LIVED when he was but a child.. exploring the forest of Wolf Mountain, if those stories were believed by his darling granddaughter.. a granddaughter that he was convinced was that link, who would be that connection between those Lycans, and humans... He had cultivated that belief by convincing his granddaughter to remain pure, until she found her soul mate. He would be gratified to know at least that much had sunk in, if nothing else about those stories, those people..

Kimma had thought many times that her Grandfather, rest his soul, was just delusional.. She knew all the stories, but for some reason her Grandfather seemed to know more details, know more stories than others.. He spoke as if he had seen those Beasts.. those Wolven People he spoke about.. But he was gone now.. and Kimma.. was stranded in those very woods.. at night... alone..

No.. she was not alone.. she was face to face with one of those same monsters, beasts, that her Grandfather had spoken of so long long ago...

She believed, at least in that moment she believed, and she screamed... a sound that shook the treetops, the moon above, silently staring down at what was happening, what was about to happen...

She managed to get to hands and knees, desperately clawing her way thru the thick grass and underbrush to get away from the now stalking Beast. It scented her, her fear, her female heat, her vunerablility, her soft underbelly, her sex... everything about her.. It scented.. a low deep growl rippling past It's fanged maw...

It was then she heard the roar, a low deep chilling howl.. of something perhaps even more powerful than the Beast that was about to attack her... that sound, that one sound, froze Kimma in her crawling tracks.. her terrified mind thinking it was just another monster come to feast on a fresh kill.. a fresh kill that was about to be....

HER..... ~

 

[MrWolf1]

The air was growing thick around Him, filled with the mixing musk of hunter and His prey, as well as the tension between them, becoming almost tangible, electric. How many days had it been since the hunt was started? How long had this final battle been in the making? He couldn’t remember, in part because the part of His brain able to make those calculations was now shut down. It was the more primitive parts, the parts that were already hardwired at His birth to control His actions at these times, that were in command.

A gurgling growl erupted from the throat of the beast as it started to slowly hunker down, crouching near the ground, coiling like a snake about to strike. He snarled, baring wicked teeth, flexing His fingers as His talons began to itch, anxious to be plunged into the beasts flesh. Their eyes never parted, even when He thought He detected movement just beyond the trees to His left. Dismissing it as a small animal scurrying to safety, He focused His entire being onto His prey.

The foul stench wafting from it curled the hairs in His muzzle. It’s oily black fur clumped together in bunches, bare patches of pale wrinkled skin dotted here and there. The large ears on the top of it’s head, like those of a bat, focused on Him, hearing even the beating of His heart. Beneath them, two tiny, yellow eyes, filled with venom, watched His every move. It’s mouth quivered as darkly yellow teeth were bared. Its fingers trembled, black dripping claws ready to do their hellish work. Then, it smiled, a warped version of a smile, the only kind its disfigured face could produce. He readied himself for what whatever might be next.

But attack it didn’t, yet. Instead, it spoke, His own language. A language of growls, barks and whines.

“You are quite the hunter.” It’s words as oily as it’s fur. He steeled himself, knowing that what these creatures were best at was word craft. Their words could enchant, and deceive. He kept His mind focused, not letting what the beast said to enter His mind, only His ears. “No one has ever hunted me this far and for this long.” It cocked it’s horrid head to the side, it’s lips curled in a smirk. “Perhaps one of my victims was a friend of yours? I must admit, there have been so many, I lose track.” It laughed then, a sickly sound like that of one left breathless, trying to pull the air back into its chest.

“I need no reason to kill you.” He growled back, His maw now partially open, His breath coming in pants from His body's readiness to fight. “You exist! That is all I need to know!”

“Ahhhh.” It sighed, “Another who looks at me and sees nothing but something to kill. I’ll have you know, there are some that find me quite attractive.” It grinned, rearing up slightly, dragging its clawed hand over its chest. “I can satisfy in so many ways.”

He spat in disgust. It was trying to seduce Him! He roared in anger and fury! And, as if an unspoken word had been uttered, both Him and the beast launched at each other, crashing together in a clashing of teeth and claws!! Hide was torn by talons, punctured by fangs. Blood, both red and black, splattered the ground, as they rolled here and there. Slamming into trees, cracking the great thick trunks.

No quarter was given or taken. This battle of rampaging animals would be to the death!