Thread: Night of the Wolves (Onica and DareToDream)

Adrian was old by human standards. About two hundred years old, give or take a year or two. He no longer remembered his birth, or even the year that he was turned, but he remembered how it happened. It was late at night and hed just come in from the field, having worked the harvest that day for his father, who was ill in bed. He remembered entering the house, expecting to smell dinner cooking his mom always had dinner cooking when he came in from the field - but instead he smelled blood. Lots of it. The inside of the house smelled like the barn did on butchering day and that thought had put Adrian on high alert. It didnt take him long to find the first body. He almost fell in the blood when he came across it. His mother was half sprawled under the kitchen table, or at least the body of his mother. Her spirit had long fled her, escaping the horrors that were done to her body which was flayed from head to toe, one big gaping wound after another visible to his eyes. The vomiting came immediately as he stumbled passed her to the bathroom. Thats when he saw the second body his fathers, also horribly ravaged. He had been dragged from his bed, torn asunder, and left sprawled against the wall, eyes still open and locked in terror. Adrian made it to the bathroom and vomited a lot and when he had finally gotten himself under control, he had gone back out there. Thats when he met the creature that changed his life forever. The wolfs bite was painful and the loss of blood was severe enough that he had passed out. He awoke two days later, in a strange location and surrounded by strange men and women. His first change came three days later, brought on by a fight with another male in the camp, one that he won. Though only 20 at the time, Adrian began life again as a Lycan, a beast able to transform between human and wolf at will. He learned that his parents had been killed by a rogue wolf, which had also turned him with its bite. The rogue was on the run from its pack and had been captured and executed in that farmhouse. The pack members considered killing him also but instead decided to save him. He spent his first 100 years as a Lycan as a member of that pack, enduring two wars and other atrocities. Hed committed a few atrocities too, some of which he regretted. They were all in the name of survival though so he didnt feel too badly about them. At least thats what he told himself. Time passed differently for those of his kind though they were nearly immortal and physically they barely aged once they were turned. The years began to take their toll and Adrian decided it was time to leave the pack. With his Alphas approval he set off to explore the world as a lone wolf, with only himself for protection and security. In the grand scheme of things, it was one of his less intelligent decisions. It turned out there were other powerful creatures besides Lycans walking the earth, creatures hed never known about. If he had, he might have rethought his decision to leave the pack and set out on his own. There was power in numbers after all, a reality that he discovered that very afternoon, when he was attacked by five creatures that were thin and pale, yet possessed strength and power greater than his own, especially when it was combined. Hed been walking through the northern woods, getting ready to change into his lycan form and hunt, when he entered a clearing and was quickly surrounded. The hair on the back of his neck had risen immediately and no doubt his hackles would have too if hed been in wolf form. He knew they wanted a fight but hed tried to reason with them first. No sense shedding blood if he didnt have too. Turns out Vampires, as they called themselves, dont have blood, not like he did at least. And if they had, he wouldnt have shed too much of it because they pretty much kicked his ass up one side and down the other. Yea, hed gotten in a few hits but, after less than a half hour of fighting, hed been bleeding profusely, getting wounded quicker than his body could heal, and was staggering. Thats when hed discovered something else hed wished hed learned about in the pack. The fact that silver could have a debilitating affect on his kind. When hed been down, but not out, the vampires had descended on him en masse, two holding down his legs and two holding down his arms. The fifth little bugger, Mr. Palest Bad Ass himself, had then snapped a silver collar around his neck. The pain was instant and swift, zapping him of any remaining fight, which of course was what theyd wanted. Unfortunately, the silver didnt prevent him from feeling the pain of their bites when all five vampires pierced his skin with their fangs. It was the last thing he felt before blackness took over.