Hunted (closed)

[papillon24]

It was feudal Europe. Lords ruled over large plots of land and often fought over them destroying the lives of other in their wake. Her mother had tried to save her at the age of five only dying in the process. She was hid in a small cave near the burning village. She watched silently as her mother was carried off by a man on horseback.

Day went by in the darkness of that cave. She was helpless with no food or water to survive on. She spent most of her time sleeping of the weakness that had fatigued her body. There in that small unprotected cave she had almost died.

The weight had lifted from her body and she felt her body carried softly away.

She awake with a jump, yet warm, curled in a warm pile of fur. The soft heartbeat of the female wolf comforted her as she dozed off to sleep once again.

Thirteen summers had past since that day and the lords still fought over the land and the people within. She had stayed hidden, as far as she knew, to those outside of the woods that she called home. Her surrogate family had fed her and kept her warm. She had returned the kindness by grooming and watching over the young while the rest hunted.

She had grown much since that day into a beauty by the standards of other humans. She stood a bit taller than the alpha male on his hind legs. Her dark raven hair hung long and free down her back to he knees. Her body was lean and toned from the lean meals and running with the pack in times of danger.

Her name was unknown to the world. Only she truly knew who she was, or at least who she thought she was. All her life she had lived among these trees with her surrogate family. She now lay among them, nuzzling up to the only mother she remembered.

She had been only a speculated rumor. Few knew of her and even fewer had seen her. The lord of the bordering lands was a great hunter. She despised him. A few from her pack were now hanging from his wall as decoration. She knew to avoid him and his people at all costs for she might be his next prize

 

[karnelman]

The great hunter paced about his rather small castle. At least it was small by the standards of those of the neighboring estates. The lord of this particular manor had not been born or the nobility. At some point he had declared himself to be an Earl and later got a lesser king to confirm the title. Few even suspected that the Earl of Langdorn was in fact the son of a poor woodsman, Henry of Abingnon Forest. Langdorn did not even acknowledge his given name of James Abingnon. His people knew him only as Lord Langdorn.

He cut an impressive figure. He stood over six foot and was more often than not seen astride his great stallion with his long ebony hair a fire in the wind. His eyes like his hair were dark like coal. His only passion in life was hunting. However, he was growing bored with even that. He had conquered all the known beasts of his land and the neighboring forests. He would listen enraptured to the stories of travelers from distant lands has they spoke of strange fierce beasts. But these creatures dwelled in forests far from the world he knew, if in fact they existed at all. He was a practical man and knew the inns were filled with men who would tell any tale for the promise of a meal or a tankard of mead.

One day he came upon a beggar outside an inn that told a tale not of distant lands but of the forest near his own lands. It was said that there was a most unusual creature deep within that forest. This beast ran with wolves yet had been seen standing like a man upon its hind legs. It was not fur covered yet its body was draped in an odd black mane. The thick black hair hung from its head cover its body when it traveled on four feet. The lower legs were exposed when it stood upright. This is how it was known that the beast did not sport the thick fur of a wolf.

Since that day a year past and the hunter had heard other tales of the strange creature of the wood. Some claimed that it was female as it had teats reminiscent of a human woman. Though no one could be certain as none had been that close. Most reports were of a fleet footed creature that ran upright with a pack of wolves. The creature’s long flowing raven-like hair obscured her body. Langdorn though intrigued dismissed these stories as the retelling of foolish legends or the visions of drunkards in the night.

Then came a day he himself encounter evidence of an unusual creatures existence. As was his habit he was hunting alone in the forest. He heard odd sounds off to the side of his trail. When he followed those sounds several wolves dashed off in different directions. When he turned back to the place where the wolves had sprung from he thought he saw a black streak disappear through the brush. He had never before seen a pack behave in such a manner. It was as if they were hiding something. Upon investigating he discovered numerous tracks in the area. There were the impressions of many wolf paws, as he would have suspected. But the puzzling thing was what seemed to be a human footprint. It appeared to be left by a lightweight barefooted human; a child or a woman.

He knew that it was not possible for such a person to survive in the forest. He wondered if perhaps the tales of the strange creature might be true. Perhaps in this wood there dwelt a creature that exhibited some human-like features. This perplexed and intrigued the great hunter. However, it was late and he had to return to his estate before darkness consumed the wood and left him in danger. He vowed to solve the puzzle and return to track this beast if it existed. His pride would allow no creature to defeat him.

 

[papillon24]

Sht awoke that mornigng to find the pack had stirred and was ready for their hunt. The young had been gathered in the back of the cave. There were about ten this year. All were full of energy and ready forthe day. She approached them nuzzeling each one in turn letting them know she way there.

She watched as her mother made her way back to her. She droped a large piece of meat near them for their daily food. The girl stated my pullingchunks off and handing a piece of the flesh to each one of the young.

A deep endearing growl camefrom the female as she left the cave to join the rest. The girl in turn took the remaining flesh and began to gently knaw at it hungrily.

The cave was warm that day. Warmer than usual, especially with all the young running around. A few of them were getting big and soon would be able hunt with the rest of the pack. It was these ones she always kept a keen eye out for. Many times in the past her flesh had been marred by one gettiwng carried away with it's play.

She stretched out before standing. She made her way to the entrace. The sun was now high in the sky and the air was warm. She could hear the pack in thedistance and knew thatthey would be home soon. Looking back she saw that all the young were asleep as she slipped from the cave to the stream that flowed behind it. She leaned over and drank deeply from the cool water. It was sweet as it ran over her tongue.

A sound startled her and she frozed. Looking around she sawher mother come over the bank on the other side. the pack was returning home. She sighed and slipped into the water to cool down letting the freshness envelope her body and rinse away the heat from the day

 

[karnelman]

Lord Langdorn rose before the sun the next morning. He had spent a fitful night dreaming of strange creatures in the forest. He dressed and ate and his horse was saddled by the time the sun broke free of the horizon. He planned to visit the inn where he had first heard the tales of the odd creature that inhabited the forest. It was a journey of several hours during which time he contemplated what he had seen the previous day. Though the partial impression in the mud was reminiscent of a human foot it had some differences. The toes were splayed out, not pressed together like one would expect of a human footprint. The fact that a barefoot young or female human could scarcely survive the forest combined with oddly spread toes made it unlikely the print was human. Still he had never known a forest creature with human-like feet and there were so many tales of the odd creature standing erect. The hunter’s mind reeled with the ambiguities of the evidence.

When he arrived at the inn the only evidence of life were the kitchen wenches preparing the noon meal. The sun would soon be high in the sky and travelers would be stopping for rest and refreshment. The great hunter entered the common room and found only a lone old man slumped at a corner table. Langdorn knew the man was a local drunkard and beggar that traveled the countryside subsisting on the kindness of others. The innkeeper had no doubt taken pity upon the old retch and allowed him a night’s shelter. Upon hearing his first customer arrive the innkeeper rushed in to roust the old man and clear the dinning room of his stench.

“Wait, I wish to speak to him!” Langdorn shouted at the innkeeper as he pulled the beggar from his seat.

“As you wish sir, but I must warn ye, he stinks worse than a hog wallow.”

“It is of little matter to mine senses. He can naught smell worse than a gutted boar. Fetch us mead and cheese,” Langdorn replied dismissively.

The big man took a seat next to the slumping old beggar.

“Tell me my man, do you know the creatures on yon forest?”

“Aye, m’lord. I be the son of a huntsman. Fore a felled tree crippled me, I made my living as huntsman. I dwelt in this very forest with God’s creatures,” The old man answered, brightening at being asked to speak of such things.

“Tell me of the inhabitants of the forest, old man,” Langdorn demanded.

“There are the usual beasts, m’lord, bear and wolf, deer, squirrel, rabbit and fox; all manner of burrowing rodent. It is a very fruitful forest. It teems with a great bounty of game,” He answered somewhat puzzled by the gentleman’s question.

The older man was confused, as he knew Lord Langdorn was himself a hunter of great skill. He had seen him with his own eyes take beasts great and small from the very forest he asked about. However, he did not have long to ponder the reasons behind the odd question. The cheese and mead were delivered. The old beggar drank his tankard dry and then thrust a large hunk of cheese into his mouth. Langdorn signaled the innkeeper to being more mead as he pressed the old man for more information.

“I know these things, you old fool! I want to know of other creatures, odd creatures. Creatures I have heard rumors of but never seen. Do you have knowledge of such beasts?”

The old beggar did indeed know of such things. But he had promised God he would not reveal her to any. Years before he had seen the child with the wolves. Though clearly human, she was filthy and as wild as any creature that inhabited the forest. He had tracked her, hoping to capture her and perhaps exhibit the odd wild child. It was while tracking the pack that the storm had begun. It was a fierce storm. Winds, lightening and torrents of rain obscured the forest. He lost sight of his prey and only hoped to survive the ordeal. A sudden crack of lightening sent a hung tree falling toward him. He did not escape the furry of forest. The felled tree crushed his leg. In his terrified mind her took the incident as a sign that God did not want the world to know of the girl. He prayed for his survival and promised he would keep the secret. He managed to drag himself to the very inn where he was now being questioned. He lived though he would never walk properly again.

For twelve long years he kept his promise to God. Over those years he had spotted the girl from time to time. He knew she had grown and was now a young woman. He also knew she was still wild. It had been barely a week since he last saw her. She was bathing in a secluded pool near his old cabin in the forest. He watched as the now pretty young woman casually paddled about the pool under the watchful eye of a she wolf. He knew if he revealed her existence to the great hunter he would suffer horribly.

“M’lord, the only knowledge I have of such things are the same as you, rumor. I have naught seen such a creature and do not believe the tales. They are fanciful and ridiculous. Foolish takes of a large wolf that stands upon its hind legs and is not fur covered. A long black mane like the hair of the finest stallions? A human face? How could such a creature be? I loved long in that forest m’lord and I know no such animal,” The old man lied.

He had said too much though. He had revealed details that Langdorn had not heard before.

“Where have you heard such things! I have naught heard of the human face! Tell me what you know old man!” The hunter demanded of the now frightened old beggar.

“I swear m’lord, I only know the tales told by drunkards for the amusement of those that will buy them a tankard. There is no such creature,” He answered plaintively.

“It is not wise to lie to me!” He shouted as he kicked the old man to the floor. “Innkeeper, take this putrid sack of human waste out to hog trough where it belongs!”

The innkeeper took the terrified old man by the collar and drug him out the back door. Langdorn ate cheese and sipped mead as he waited for others to arrive. He intended to question everyone he encountered until he knew the truth of the mysterious creature.

 

[papillon24]

By the time she emerged from the water the sun was beginning to set. She stepped from the coolness of the water. She shook the water from her gently and then wrung the water from her hair letting them gently fall to the ground. She felt the soft fur of her mother brush up against the back of her leg signaling that it was time to head back to the cave. Her hand rested o her hack in acknowledgment.

The rest of the pack would be already eating the days kill, well at least the males would. The males always ate first and then the eldest females. She would eat next ripping a hunk of meat from the bone and retreating to the back of the cave. From there she would watch as the young hungrily devoured what was left. This was her life and she found it to be a happy existence.

The humans that would pass once in a while stirred a curiosity in her. Never enough to ever seek one out or to let her self be known to them. When they would pass in their strange clothes, she would always find a secretive place to hide and watch them pass taking note of the language that she once knew and still remembered fragments at times.

At night she would often dream of her previous life and be woken up by the she wolf from her nightmare of screaming people and burning villages. Many of the elders in the pack did not understand her, only tolerated and protected her because of her mother and the authority she had over them.

 

[karnelman]

Langdorn was more obsessed than ever to learn the truth of the strange creature. The old beggar had let slip enough that the great hunter was now convinced there was at least some truth in the tales. He questioned every traveler that stopped at the inn that afternoon. He heard many tales, most just retelling of rumors that the speaker had heard. Some seemed to maybe have actual knowledge, though any who claimed to have seen the creature had only seen it from afar. The descriptions were all similar; a sleek beast, often seen in the company of wolves. Sometimes seen standing upright like a man. The creature was about the size of a full-grown male wolf, but not as hefty. It certainly was not completely fur covered, though its long black mane obscured its body for the most part. Not one other mentioned the human-like face as the old man had. When the last of the afternoon’s travelers departed, Langdorn called for the innkeeper.

“Where is that wretched old beggar?” he demanded.

“I ordered him off the property as you requested m’lord. He could be anywhere. Though it is likely he is sleeping off the mead you provided in one of the animal shacks out back,” The innkeeper volunteered.

The hunter stormed out through the kitchen and began to search the various out buildings. He found the beggar atop a pile of rotting hay in a putrid smelling dilapidated horse stable. He dragged the startled man out into the sun and tossed a bucket of cold water on him.

“Wha.. who.. why?” The confused old man cried out.

“You will tell me the rest of what you know of the mysterious creature, now!” Langdorn demanded as he kicked the old beggar to roll him onto his back.

“M’lord, please. I can not tell you things I do not know,” He protested.

“Lie to me again old man and ye shall be carrion by morning!” Langdorn bellowed menacingly.

“Please I can not speak of such things. I promised never to reveal her to anyone,” The old man blurted out in terror.

“Her? Promissed? Promissed whom you disgusting excuse for a man?”

“M’lord, please. I made a pact with God to never speak of these things. He may strike me down as He was going to long ago when I first saw the creature!” The old man begged.

“It is not God you should fear, now! He may strike ye down, but if I do not get the answers I seek, I shall send you to meet Him!”

“Then it will be to the devil’s embrace ye send me, Sir. Fore God will naught admit me to His kingdom if I tell ye of the girl.”

Langdorn drew the knife he used to gut his kills and pounced upon the helpless crippled beggar.

“Are ye telling me the creature is a female? A human female? Speak, now, you foul pile of excrement or meet the devil this day!”

“M’lord, please, spare me. Yes the creature is a girl. When I first laid my eyes upon her she was but a child, clearly human, though filthy and wild. A huge she wolf cared for as if she was her own cub. On that day, God struck me down and left me a cripple. It was a warning, m’lord. Now I have violated my promise,” The terrified old man said with tears welling in his old tired eyes.

“Tell me all you now!”

“I only know that the girl is now a young woman. I have seen her over the years as she has grown. She has become tall, though she does travel upon all fours like a wild creature at times she can stand and walk. She lives amongst a large pack of wolves. The big she wolf still protects her. She is filthy and wild and God protects her when the she wolf cannot. Do not seek her. God will punish ye as he did me,” The old man beseeched the great hunter.

“You are a foolish old man. It was naught but an accident that twisted your leg. God does not protect any creature of the forest. If that be so, than I surely would have been struck down, for I have hunted all his creatures. His bounty is placed in the forest for men to hunt. If there be a ripe human female living wild in that forest than surely she was placed there for me to hunt and capture.”

The Earl of Langdorn was indeed convinced of the rightness of his thinking. He left the sobbing, defeated old man and returned to the inn. He ordered that mead and food be delivered to the beggar. He ordered a fine port for himself as he sat and contemplated the discovery he had made. He could see no other reason then for his pleasure that the girl would have been placed in the forest in the care of wolves. In the natural order of things, a child found by the vicious creatures would have been savagely eaten as she screamed. Somehow divine providence had interceded and made the wolves care for this child. They had raised her to womanhood. She was in the forest to be hunted and captured and to be his ultimate prize. Once captured he would tame her and make a true woman of her. He was convinced of his logic. Surely, God meant for him to have this young woman.

 

[papillon24]

She lay against the back wall ofthe cave thinking to herself. She thought of other like her, at least those who lookedlike her. She knew from the reflection in the pool that she did not look like her mother or the brothers and sisters she had grown up among.

There was one that she had seen a fewoccasions in theforrest. she knew that hedwelled nearby. She could alwayssmell him coming but always was able to catch a glimpse as she walked away. It was an old man who wandered the woods. She first saw him when she was first taken into the pack. He then walked so tall and upright. She remembered fearing him as he followed her. Ten shealways stayed in the middle of the packfor protection. The next time was the next summer. This time healked strangely thought the forrest and not as tall as the last.

At least every summer she would see him. The fur on his face lighted as the days went on. Why was he so interested in the pack and why her? sheoften wondered and was often tempted to try and speak with him. try and remember the words she once knew. She refused the temptation for the groups sake. She would forever keep tem safe and gaurd them in anyway possible. Any real contact with this man would lead otherdirectly to her and herfamily.

 

[karnelman]

Langdorn returned to his estate that evening and began preparations for a long hunt. The old man had given the hunter only vague directions to the shack in woods and other spots where the wild female might be found. The beggar’s spirit had been thoroughly broken and he was of no more use for information. Lord Langdorn had given instructions that the man was to be supplied with all the mead he could drink. The hunter did not want others to know of the wild human in the forest. His plan was to track and capture her. It was clearly his destiny to own this creature. To lie with a true wild beast would be his ultimate prize. He often envied the forest creatures freedom from society. The son of woodsman even though risen to nobility had never held the mores of society in high regard. Why should men and women not fuck as they pleased like all of the other of God’s creatures? Why should a man not be allowed to use his superior strengths to take from a woman what nature causes him to desire so highly?

There questions had now been answered for the Earl of Langdorn. It was divine providence that brought him this great challenge. The wild female was put in his forest to be his prey. His skills would be tested and when he proved himself worthy his reward would be great. He had of course seen wild creatures mate. He wanted to experience the unbridled passion that such beasts displayed. He would hunt, capture and then take this wild female as the wolf takes his bitch.

His sleep though sound was filled with dreams of his quarry. He assumed she had no language, which happily would eliminate the silly exchange of female words. He imagined the long black hair that was described as a mane. He imagined using that mane like reins to control her as he rode her like he might use the mane of an unbridled horse as he broke it. He wondered if she would howl like a she wolf at the moon as he entered her. He awoke with the sun in damp sheets.

 

[papillon24]

She slept thought the night but it was a fitful sleep. Her childhood haunted her once more in her dreams. Flames and screams flooded her nightmares. Her first mother's face passed thought. This timeit was blurry and unrecognizable from the times before.

Awoke in a cold sweat curled up against the soft fur of the she wolf. She realized she was safe now andtried to fall back asleep.

The image of her mother's face blurred like that disturbed her as she stared into the darkness of the cave.

 

[karnelman]

He ate hardily as a kitchen wench prepared provisions for his hunt. She had often prepared his pack for hunts, but this day was oddly different. He had asked for double provisions in case he was out for a long time. Though he had occasionally stayed on a hunt for many days, he now wanted food for a fortnight. But it was more than that. The master’s demeanor was strange. She had never seen Lord Langdorn ao agitated with excitement before a hunt.

His groom had saddled and prepared the hunter’s mighty steed. An additional pack animal was prepared to carry the extra provisions and other supplies the master required. Langdorn left alone astride his beloved stallion with the pack beast in tow. He was impatient to reach the forest and begin his quest.

 

[papillon24]

She awoke to the the chill of the dawn as it crept thought the cave. Something was not right. She snuggled into the warm fur of her motheras a few of the young gathered in around her as well.She lay for a bit watching the light creep into the cave waking the others from their sleep.

Her body could not lay there anymore. She rose from where she lie and began to make her way towards the dawn. she heard her mother growl for her to return but she ignored the plea.

On her way out she picked a bit of meat from last night's hunt and continued on.

A deep growl startled her. The alpha male had sprung up. She realized what she had done. She had taken his breakfast by mistake. She felt the wieght of the huge alpha throw her to the ground. She screamed as his teeth ripped into her arm flesh with a warning bite. It was not as bad as a few others she had had butit was still deep and would leve a mark.

Her took his food and felt leaving her arm bleeding worse than any other. She left the cave for the clearing. The rustling of the stream sounded good. She made her way to the cool water and took a few deep drinks before letting her body slip in. The cool water felt good over her fresh cut.

 

[karnelman]

The hunter made his way through the outskirts of the forest. He was traveling the route that the old man had laid out for him. If the drunkard had been truthful soon he would arrive at the shack the man claimed still stood where his father’s home had once been. Langdorn planned to make the shanty his base for the hunt. As he traveled he contemplated how many wolves he would have to kill in order to take the girl captive. Surely the alpha male and the bitch that was said to be mothering the wild female had to die. Neither would allow a member of the pack to be captured while they took breath. Reports varied but he was certain that if this wild female actually existed it was a rather large pack of very vicious beasts he would be dealing with.

He was surprised to discover that the dilapidated shack he expected to find was actually a sound little cottage. The roof still held out the rain and the walls were sturdy. The stone fireplace would provide warmth at night and the well had plenty of water for both thirst and bathing. With the provisions he brought and plentiful game he could remain on the hunt indefinitely. He unsaddled and unloaded the animals. Neither would be needed again until he returned home and he was determined that he would not return until he fulfilled his quest. The rest of the day was spent preparing a coral for his horses complete with lean to stalls. There would be no hay or oats but grass and other plant material was plentiful. He would begin the hunt at day break.

 

[papillon24]

Most of her day was spent next to or in the stream. To return after disrupting the peace in the cave would be a mistake. In the distance she culd hear the sounds of the daily hunt. He stomach growled as she thought of the fresh meat.

She made her way along the stream gathering a few plants and berries to tide her over till it would be safe to return to the cave.

She wondered by the old house where she would see the old man once in a while. He had not returned for monhs to his home. Something was different about this time. smoke rose from the chimney.the old man never used fire in the cabin.

She heard the sounds of horses come from the stables. the old man didn't have horses.

She crept thought the woods around the cabin examining it. Something was not right in the woods.

Her hear pounded as she snuck past making her way back to the cave to warn the others of the strange happenings.

Whe she arrived the others were asleep. she found her mother and snuggled up next o her and fell asleep

 

[karnelman]

Langdorn slept surprisingly well considering he was upon an old worn through cot and not his plush bed. His sleep was uninterrupted by dreams and even the break of morning did not stir him. The sun was quite high when he awoke. Realizing he had slept much longer than planned, he took a quick breakfast and headed out to begin his hunt. Had luck would have waiting until the sun was bright turned out to be a bit of providence for the hunter. In the dim light of dawn he would never have spied the unusual footprint in the mud just beyond the small clearly around the shack. Though she was quite sly the wild girl had left a few tiny impressions when she investigated the area.

The hunter dropped to the ground to examine the mark. It was clearly the partial footprint of some creature. He was sure it was not the mark of any animal he had ever known before. He crept slowly in the direction he believed the animal was heading and found a second print. There was no mistaking the origins of this print. He had never tracked a human before, but he knew well the impression he looked upon was that of a human. The size clearly indicated that it was a female. Though it was definitely human it was from a foot unlike any he had ever known. The toes spread wider than he would expect and the heal made little impression. Contemplating this he soon came to the reasons. First as this girl had not worn shoes her feet must have developed differently. With no constrictions her toes spread in what he supposed might be a more natural way. The lack of a major heal impression was likely due to her learning to walk watching wolves walk. The wolf balances more on the toes and ball of its feet as it has four legs to support itself. He was certain that the rumored wild human female was not only a reality but had been in that very spot recently.

He began to follow the meager trail she left behind. She indeed traveled through the woods with the cunning of a wolf, but her size caused small clues as to her path. There were more footprints here and there and the odd broken twig or smashed ground plant. She was clearly not accustomed to being tracked and did not try to hide her travels. However, in following the tracks the hunter made a mistake. He did not mark his own way and therefore soon became disoriented as to the way back to the shack. However, that was of little concern to him. His heart pounded as he imagined he was getting ever closer to his prey.

 

[papillon24]

The morning dew had dried by the time that she had awoken. The pack had already left except for her mother and the young. Her mother paced the cave. Something was wrong but she knew not what is was. There was danger in the air.

She stood and picked up a bite to eat from her own pile before heading to the door of the cave. One of the young followed her and sat next to her ankles and she watch the day pass

 

[karnelman]

The hunter came to a place where there were many fresh wolf tracks. He knew that the den could not be far off. Little did he know he was already within site of the small opening in the rocks that led to their cave. If the large males had not been out on the hunt Langdorn’s life would have been in peril. He had been careless in his lust to find the wild human female. The number of fresh tracks made him keenly aware of the danger. Though wolves seldom attacked humans, if he was near the den there was the likelihood that they would fight to defend their home. He moved carefully tracing the tracks to the source. They ended in a small clearing where the forest floor was packed dirt and stone. The presence of wolf droppings told him all he needed to know. There were rock outcroppings around but the opening to the wolf den was too well concealed for the hunter to easily find. He knew he could not simply poke around the rocks looking for the hole he was sure was there somewhere. Since at that time of year there would be young about, there also would be females that would be very vicious in their defense of the cubs. He slipped back into the brush and concealed himself. From his position he had a clear view of the small clearing and any comings or goings that might occur.

 

[papillon24]

The day grew old as she made her way from the cave. The she wolf had returned and stood next to her. She looked down and nodded knowing that she could.

Together they made their way to the spring. The sound of the rushing water calmed both their nerves. She crouched down and the she wold cleaned her healing would.

SThe water felt good as she sank in letting the freshness wash over her.

 

[karnelman]

After some time waiting, the hunter spied a large female wolf entering the clearing. The gray of her coat shimmered in the afternoon. She looked about as if she sensed something was there. But Langdorn was downwind so his presence remained hidden. The wolf disappeared into the rocks, unknowingly showing the hidden man the opening to the den. In a few minutes the great beast emerged from the concealed hole with the wild female in tow. The hunter could scarcely contain his excitement upon learning that the stories were true.

The female was naked, only her long dark hair provided covering. She crotched and moved much like a creature of the forest. He could see the blood stain where she had been recently wounded. He was not close enough to see that the wound bore the marks of a wolf’s fangs. The pair headed off away from the den. Langdorn followed carefully not wanting to spook his prey. He was still not sure how best to capture the stunning wild female. But he was certain that even if he had to kill every last wolf in the pack he would have the woman. She was in fact more alluring than the stories had foretold. He body was nearly perfectly proportioned. She was voluptuous in all the right places. Though he had not seen her stand fully erect he was certain her figure would rival that of the most beautiful of courtesans.

As he watched the girl immerse herself in the brook, he wondered how the wild creature would take to being bathed and groomed. He had no desire to lay with one who smelled like a wolf and less desire to be shredded by her nails. He imagined he would have to drug her for his maid to be able to clean her up and make her suitable for his bed. As he contemplated such things a dark unpleasant image came into his head. If she indeed had been accepted into the pack and was as if she was a wolf, perhaps she was not the virgin he hoped. Would not the alpha male consider her to be just another bitch in his harem, he wondered. As captivated as he was by her, he assumed she would be well ruined for man if that were the case.

 

[papillon24]

Soon thenight began to fall and the air became coll and breezy.

One of the young had followed them here.

The girl climed from the water and made her way on all fours towards the yound pup.

She bared her teeth in warning for it to return to the cave. The teeth were sharp and became a bit sharper every year due to her carniverous diet. Her canines had lengthened and come to sharp points. The pup cowered awayad left for the security of the cave.

The she wolf was soon to follow leaving he by the brook.

She stood up on her back legs and reached her arms into the air stretching her back and letting the air blow along her body

 

[karnelman]

He watched the wild girl crawl from the water as if she were a wolf. It was a cub that had caught her attention. He had to stifle his gasp when he saw her bear her teeth like a she wolf admonishing her young. She had the low purring growl of a real wolf and her teeth were not unlike the wild beasts. Instead of the flattened rounded teeth of a human, hers were sharp and she had the flesh tearing fangs of a wolf. When she stood upon her legs and stretched he could see that he body did not resemble that of the wolf. He hair was long and tangled due to lack of grooming. Her body did have a bit more hair than most women he had known but he imagined that would be due to a life spent outdoors in the nude. He assumed nature itself was attempting to protect the girl with a bit of fur. He tits were clearly human. Far from the little teats of a she-wolf, the girls were full, round and very voluptuous. He could see the thick mat of black hair that guarded the pussy he hoped was still virginal. She was a beautiful young woman and his desire was growing for the wild creature as she displayed her body in the wild.

But, as he watched the pair, she-wolf and wild girl follow the cub back to the den his mind reeled. He wondered if it could be that she was somehow a combination of wolf and human. Could it be that a large male wolf raped some poor unfortunate woman or some vagabond took his pleasure with a young she-wolf? Was the girl the result of some unholy union? No it could not be he thought wanting to scream his doubts into the night but knowing that he could not or he would risk alerting the den to his presence. She was indeed a woman. Somehow the wolves had adopted her as the legend said. Nature had caused some changes in the child as she grew up amongst the beasts, but she was still essentially a woman he told himself over and over again as he headed back toward the cabin.

Darkness and the lack of marking a clear trail made it a very long journey back to the old beggar’s shack. Once there he was too tired to even take substance. He just fell upon the bed hopping for the oblivion of sleep. In the morning he would plan his capture of the girl now that eh knew where she lived. Deep sleep did not come. He lay upon the old cot lost between wakefulness and the oblivion he sought. His mind was filled with horrible dreams. Images of half-wolf, half-human creatures danced in his head. Vial carnal acts between man and beast disturbed his very soul. He awoke before dawn screaming in terror due to visions of actions only the devil himself could conjure.

 

[papillon24]

That night she slept uneasy. there was a certian danger in the air. throughout the the night she awoke with a jolt. The others around her didn't notice but slpt soundly though the darkness.

Before the dawn broke she arose and left the cave. The forrest always soothed her in these restless nights. She made her way thought the trees and past the clearing with the pool. She wandered towards the house but stayed out of sight. She watched the hut for a few moments pondering the change.

Something was going on in there but she was not about to find out.

She continued on her way. Up ahead was another small clearning. It was covered in soft mosses and was sheltered from the wind. within it there was a small cave just big enough for her to fit in with a few provisions.

This was her private clearing and cave. Only the she wolf knew where it was and that she could be found there.

Within the clearing there were an abundance of berries and edible plants. Wild potatos grew like wildfire.

She made her way into the cave grabbing a handful of berries on her way. they were the sweetest this time of year.

 

[karnelman]

The hunter prepared breakfast from his provisions as he plotted his hunt. He decided that the only way to capture the wild female would be to take out her wolf protectors. His first task was to follow the older males on their hunt and eliminate as many as he could. It was early so he knew he could be at the den before they departed. Just as he arrived at the clearing where the den lay the large alpha-male emerged followed by two younger males and an older female. Langdorn followed them as they made their way into he forest. He was careful to stay downwind of the hunting pack. Had they caught his scent they would either flea or make him their prey. Neither of those possibilities suited his mission.

As if wanting to help the hunter the large male took a still posture as it sniffed the air for prey. This was all the chance Langdorn needed. He quickly drew his bow and sent and arrow sailing across the short distance between he and the beast. The wolf yelped and fell to the forest floor as the arrow pierced him between his breast bones. One of the younger males made the mistake of coming to aid of his fallen leader. A second arrow zipped from the bow of the master hunter. Another yelp echoed off the trees and the young wolf fell upon nearly dead leader of the pack. The female quickly realized the danger and yelped at the remaining young male. He was too slow to react as a third arrow flew threw air.

Three arrows left three dying wolves. Langdorn seldom missed with his bow. His marksmanship was the renown of the county. The older female having little choice abandoned her mate and two sons to die alone. Langdorn drew back his bow again but the she-wolf was too swift. He was left without a target. The hunter in him would not allow him to leave such fine pelts to rot in the forest, so he did not pursue the female, instead choosing to skin the dead animals. He knew where the den lay and could easily catch her next time. Once he had the pelts he began the journey back to the shack. His plan was to lay snares around the wolf den after unloading the pelts from the days hunt.

However, providence had another plan in mind. He became slightly lost and was on a new trail to the shack when he came upon a small, moss covered clearing. He had not seen that clearing before. It was remarkable in how well it was sheltered from the elements. He immediately spied the small opening of a cave as he looked about. He dismissed it as too small for a wolf’s den, but thought it might contain other creatures worth a hunt once he had captured the wild female. He was tired and decided to rest and regain his bearings in the clearing before moving on to find the shack. He sat upon an old fallen oak trees thick trunk. He pulled the pelt of the large wolf from his shoulder-sack and began to examine the fine quality fur as her partook of a drink from his bota. He wished the leather sack contained wine instead of water, as he felt the need to celebrate the bounty obtained in that day’s hunt.

 

[papillon24]

She awoke to the morning rays. Her dreams did not fade in her small cave.

The sun was bright and she realized she had slept late.

She stretched and reached for her small pile of food grabbing a few wild potatos and berries before leavingthe cave.

She stopped at the entrance. she watched as she saw a man. Another human and one in good form. She sat in the opening of her clearing examining the fur of the alpha and her brothers.

Her heart beat rapidly as she crouched low and pulled back into her cave dropping the food in the entrance

 

[karnelman]

The hunter heard a faint sound and quickly looked up from the bundle of pelts in his lap. As he did so he thought he caught a hint of movement at the opening to the small cave. After stuffing the furs back in his sack he went to investigate the opening. It was far too small for him to enter and the tunnel bent away from the opening so he could not see within. He noticed a bit of berries lying by the opening. This was indeed strange, but he dismissed it as perhaps being dropped by some small creature that had been startled upon discovering a human in the secluded clearing. Langdorn set two snares near the opening in hopes of trapping whatever lived in the hole and headed back to the cabin. The snares were made for small creatures but if a wolf caught its hind leg in one, it might well be stuck unless another was about to chew through the hemp of the snare.

Upon reaching the shack, he stashed the furs and checked on his horses. Once he was reprovisioned he made his way back to the clearing where the wolf den lay. Finding no activity he assumed the other adults were still out on the hunt and only the cubs remained inside. That was nearly a fatal assumption. As he began to set his traps about the area he was jumped by a young male wolf. Though he was able to throw the inexperienced beasts off him after a well placed punch, things quickly worsened. The large female he had seen earlier while taking down the hunting party and two more juvenile males joined his attacker. Suddenly, the hunter was surrounded by a pack of four angry beasts all bearing their teeth.

Having foolishly separated himself from his main weapons Langdorn had only his skinning knife that was sheathed to his belt. He pulled the long, shape, steel blade and whirled around just as the first of the beasts jumped at him. The young male died silently as the blade found its heart. The older female yelped a command but it was only headed by one of the two remaining youths. The other died as his brother had. The old female sadly slunk off into the forest with her son hard on her hip. She wanted to return to the cubs that were now huddled alone in the den, but that would have to wait. Her death would not help the children. She had two tasks now. First was to locate her daughter who had been gone for awhile. The second was to locate whatever remained of the pack. There were older males who would now vie for leader hunting somewhere, assuming the man had not killed them also.

 

[papillon24]

She watched from the cave as the man left. He had left something behind. Something stange happened as stood in the darkness of the cave.

She watched as her mother and one of her brothers made their way into the clearing. She growled at her brother for following but then saw the sadness and worry in her eyes.

She ran for her mother but as she barely steped into the light of the cave her body was pulled to the ground. something had caught on her ankle. She sturggled and pulled but to no avail she was stuck. Her brother came over and sniffed at the trap then began to gnaw away at the snare.

It didn't take very long and she was soon free.

She ran with