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The Blood War
Chapter Twelve
A small cry echoed through the dark glade. Outlander pitched her ears, swiveling her head around. Another cry. She took off in its direction until she reached the mouth of a dark cave. She padded in slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the dark. "Scavenger," she called out. Another cry sounded, closer. She kept padding until the tunnel opened out into a wide area. A single beam of moonlight shined from a hole in the roof of the cave, illuminating a small quivering shape. "Scavenger," she said quietly, the hiss of the whisper bouncing around the cave's wall. The coyote turned her head slowly looking at Outlander from the corner of her eye. "Scavenger, it's okay. It's me."
"You weren't there," Scavenger whimpered. "I needed you, and you weren't there for me."
Outlander took a step closer. "I know, I know. I'm sorry."
Scavenger raised to her feet, turning to face Outlander. The coywolf shrank back, stomach bile climbing into her mouth. Scavenger's throat was missing. "You weren't there for me," she repeated. She was screaming now. "You weren't there!" Every step she took towards Outlander, she grew. Her fur became darker, her eyes changing from dark brown to a peircing blue.
"No. Not this," Outlander whispered, breathlessly. "Not you."
"You weren't there! You weren't there!" Scavenger's voice dropped an octave each time she repeated it until all that remained was a distorted growl. "You weren't there! You weren't there!" Skin fell from her body and blood drained onto the cave ground, revealing dry bones. "Anything but this," Outlander begged.
Death stared her in the face, towering over her. "Join me, sister," the newly transformed Scavenger growled. "Join me."
Outlander couldn't force so much as a whine from her snout. "Stop it. Stop it."
"Coywolf! Outsider! Whatever your name is."
Outlander opened her eyes and looked up. Snowbank stood over her, scowling. "Oh good, she's alive," he mumbled sardonically. Snowblind pushed his brother aside and cocked his head to the side. "You're trembling." Outlander took a deep breath and pushed herself to her feet shakily. "I had a nightmare." Snowbank rolled his eyes and padded out of the Omega clearing. Snowblind tossed his head in the direction of the Alpha den, where Snowbank was walking. "Come on. Our mother has agreed to see you regarding the death-wolf."
Snowbank liked to put himself above everyone in the pack except his mother, however, he was a strong leader, and always took actions based on what needed to be done for the pack. Snowblind was on the far other side of the river. While he wasn't constantly trying to help other wolves, he was considerate and treated everyone as his equal, including Outlander. Yet, everything was based on fact and logic with him, even to extreme measures. If food was scarce, he would gladly let the old and sick starve for the sake of feeding the pups.
While she appreciated his kindess to her, Outlander found Snowblind unnerving, while Snowbank was simply just unlikable. Their mother, Phantasm, was a mixture of both, harsh but fair. She was all white, exluding the grey of her old age, and more than capable of handling herself in the event of a challenge, not that anyone would dare challenge her. The pack loved her and respected her too much for that. But sitting here, before the wise and reveered Alpha, Outlander couldn't help but feel Phantasm seemed more like a judgmental executioner than a peaceful leader.
She sat upright and perfectly still, save for the subtle raise of her shoulders as she breathed. Her hed was held high, but her eyelids were lowered a bit to indicate relaxation. "I hear you have been having nightmares about the Bone Beast for a while now," she said calmly, almost motherly. Outlander nodded, "I have." Her voice trembled as she spoke to the Alpha.
Phantasm's eyes narrowed into a glare. "You know as wolves that hold tightly to the traditions of our ancestors, we take dreams and omens very seriously."
Outlander nodded again, much slower this time.
"So tell me," the alpha said raising to her feet. She stepped closer unti she was standing over Outlander. The omega flattened herself to the ground as the alpha's ears pinned back. "If you could have prevented this bloodshed by simply telling someone about your dreams, and didn't, isn't Stormwind's and Raven's blood as much on your paws as the death-wolf's? Why shouldn't I give you a just sentence and kill you right now?" Outlander felt her heart skip a beat. She trembled, unsure of whether she knew the answer herself. "Speak, half-breed!" The alpha barked. Outlander opened her mouth, but couldn't make a sound.
"We still need her mother," came a relaxed voice. Outlander turned her head slowly to see Snowblind looking at her with a discomforting smile. Something like twisted amusement and curiosity danced in his eyes. She's going to lead us straight to the Beast, aren't you, coywolf?"
~CL1
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The Blood War
Chapter Six
Another waking nightmare, a wolf's skeleton, partially cloaked with dark, rotted skin.
He sat completely and utterly still, staring forward directly at Ashsky. A young, silver wolf stood before the beast, frozen by fear. Outlander looked around at the faces of her packmates to answer the question that had been coiling at the bottom of her stomach. The fear, the disbelief, the disgust ... that said it all.
This was no nightmare. This one was real.
Ashsky trembled a bit, clearing her throat before she barked, "Back away, Stormwind." Her quavering voice filled the still clearing. Outlander expected the beast to protest, the launch itslef forward, teeth bared, but it only stood, a silent, stone guardian keeping watch until the time to act.
"I can't..." murmered a small voice.
"Storm."
"I can't move. I can't," the poor young she-wolf whimpered. Her entire body trembled and she spoke in a whisper laced with terror.
"Please, Stormwind. Try. Please, just back away from it."
The word "it" sparked a flame within the skeletal statue. It tilted its head up slightly and as the sun shone on them, those eyes, once dead grey with boredom or exauhstion or both, suddenly shimmered a feirce blue. In one instantaneous motion, it shot the front half of its body forward, snatching Stormwind's neck in its bone jaw. Ashsky and the rest of the pack dropped into battle-stance immediately, ears pinned, tails lashing, and slobbering teeth bared, but none dared close in on the beast.
The silver wolf yelped, trying to break free of the beasts hold, to no avail. Every kick, every bite, every attempt Stormwind made had no effect, other than ruffling the beasts fur a bit. It's eyes shadowed, the blue flame that lit them dying out. It fell still into its statue-like state again. In a low voice that chilled the very air around them, emanating from some place dark and deep within, it growled, "Get rid of me..." The words didn't come out of his mouth. They didn't have to. Nothing about this creature made sense.
There was silence, then the voice boomed again, stronger ... angrier, "Get rid of me?"
"Stop this," Ashsky barked. "Let her go!"
The beast rose to its feet slowly, Stormwind still in its grip. It was a giant compared to the wolves.
Outlander had heard the stories coyote pups had scared each other with, about the death-wolf, the monster made of bones and skin that killed you if you were first to see it that day. Now realization hit her hard. Coyotes didn't bother with ghost-stories; monsters were real, and she was staring right at one.
The blue flame shone again, and the death-wolf lunged.
~CL1
The Blood War
Chapter one
Sunlight laced itself through the wisps of white cloud in the sky, the broad blue expanse high above the treetops looming wide and welcoming. A cloud of dust whirled upward from Bone’s feet as he walked, sockets grinding together as he pressed weight onto his unprotected bones that he walked upon.
“Hungry again,” he rumbled to himself in a deep voice, no more worn than it had been six years ago. Or fifty. Or four hundred. “Nothing I can do about it. Unrepentant rats…” he spoke the last part in a menacing tone, swinging his head around to stare piercingly back the way he had come. Behind him, over the broad stretch of dusty, rocky desert which reminded him of his time with Journey, lay a low inward dip, trees and earth cascading into itself to form a protected valley, where a wolf pack had settled. Apparently ungrateful to have a connection with their ancestors, they had forced him to leave their territory.
He paused his walk as he reached the shade of a twisted, scraggly tree, inhaling sharply, causing air to whip into the hollow cavern of his skull and tasting the scents that danced upon his tongue. “Time to find a new forest,” he said in fake elatedness, jaw clicking and sending a tremor through his rib cage. “Or maybe…” As he turned to look back the way he came, he let out a gentle huff. “Flesh of my flesh, ripped from my bones,” he breathed to himself. An image of the small coyote he had found a long while ago wavered into his mind. “That was a… nice place. And not… too far from here.”
Bone spun in a slow circle, thinking. “There was a wolf pack nearby. Hm, hm, yes, a wolf pack nearby. And that coyote pack…” The involuntary motion of drawing his tongue across his upper lip escaped him at the thought. “Flesh and torn body. Hmm.”
With a swish of his battered tail, he turned and set off at a quick lope in the direction of the forest his mind had dare remind him of. In the direction of wolves who appreciated him; or, at least, pretended to. In the direction of a coyote pack he had stalked nearly two years prior.
In the direction of blood and flesh.
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The Blood War
Chapter Eighteen
She wanted to attack, she wanted to run, she wanted to scream, but all Outlander could do was watch. The remorse and sadness in Bone's eyes was gone, the small bit of normalcy within him set ablaze and burned away till all that stood was his blind rage and bloodthrist.
"And you'd almost made the mistake of trusting him ... of pitying him," growled a voice in her mind. It was Scavenger's. "Don't forget who he is. Don't forget what he's done."
Bone looked up from Snowbank's corpse, his eyes meeting hers. She tensed, preparing for the monster to attack, but the fire disappeared and the remorse returned.
Don't forget, Scavenger's voice echoed.
"I," the beast started to say, but he was cut off by a long howl. Outlander looked back at Snowblind. The now sole heir called out in the night, and soon his voice was joined with a chorus of howls in the distance. He lowered his head and looked down at Bone. There was no anger, no sadness, just that same cold calculating look. "My pack," he said, "Is just a few bounds away. If you want to waste time attacking us, go on, but when they catch you, they will not make the mistake of letting you get to your feet again."
Bone seethed at the threat before looking at Outlander. "I didn't want this," he murmered.
Don't forget.
"Leave," she growled. "If I ever see you again, I will give my life to make you suffer."
There was hurt in the eyes of the beast, and he opened his mouth to speak, but another break of howls, much closer this time, prodded him to turn and dash into the bushes. Outlander felt her own anger begin to fade away.
"He followed you?" Snowblind's voice in the sudden silence startled her. She looked at him. No concern for his brother was there, leaving Outlander to wonder if he even had a heart.
She thought, choosing her words carefully. If Snowblind thought Outlander was working with Bone, he might blame her for his brother's death. He would kill her, torture her even. "He followed all of us."
"But he came to speak to you."
Outlander swallowed, her heart thudding, but she was spared the trouble of answering as Snowblind padded over to his brother's mutilated corpse. Heads poked out of the bushes, and Phantasm's face fell immediatly as she shot out of the bushes and ran to her son's carcass. "The beast was here, mother," Snowblind sighed. "Snowbank attacked it foolishly."
The alpha looked up coldly, her tear-filled eyes meeting Outlander's. The coywold resisted the urge to shrink away from the alpha's gaze. It would only have been incriminating. Phantasm turned to face the pack. "The hunt is over. I've lost my son. We're going home."
~CL1