Continuing to follow the tracks, Fenrir catches a whiff of odor. "I think I can smell it up ahead." He whispers. "We need to take it a little slower, now that we are approaching our prey."
The other two nod their heads in agreement and follow his lead. Walking slowly one step at a time, they can finally hear running water ahead of them, signaling that they are getting close to the stream again.
Fenrir raises his right hand to signal the others to stop. He crouches down and looks into the woods for any signs of their prey. When he finds none, he looks and Skoll and motions him to the right, then at Luna and motions her to the left. The two of them spread out, and move in opposite directions to cover more space.
Suriel had taught the wolves basic hunting techniques and formations. This particular formation keeps their prey from running past them, ensuing that it only has one way to run, by circling around it. The second advantage that it has, gives them more opportunities to get a better shot, as long as they don't get into each other's line of sight.
After several minutes of slowly walking towards their target, Fenrir catches a glimpse of the animal. Through the dense brush he can barely make it out, from this position he doesn't have a good shot at it, but the others might.
Luna has managed to get close to the animal by keeping herself away from its line of sight and using the underbrush to her advantage. The deer is currently walking slowly towards the stream, scanning the ground for food and paying close attention to its surroundings, turning its head in the direction of suspicious sounds. Deer tend to move in the direction the wind is blowing, so they can easily pick up scents that might belong to predators.
Looking past the deer, Luna can see Skoll following it as well in close proximity, waiting for a chance to get a good shot at it. It's now or never Luna thinks to herself, she needs to seize the best opportunity to shoot it before it reaches the stream. 'I have to aim for its neck. Going for its heart would be a bigger target, but it wouldn't kill it right away, it would have plenty of time to run away before it dies. If I aim high enough it will hit the spine in its neck and paralyze it immediately, it won't die from it but at least it won't have the possibility of running across the stream.'
Out of the three siblings Luna was the best at archery. Considering that Luna could hit the center of a target from fifty yards away with deadly precision, a shot like this would be considered easy for her. With the target only thirty yards away, Luna pulls up her bow and takes aim through a small window in the brush.
Keeping her hands steady and exhaling, she waits for the right moment to release the arrow. Letting go of the arrow between her heartbeats, as to not allow the blood pulsing in her hands to affect the trajectory of the arrow. This is an immense technique to learn especially at a young age. Through hours of practice every day after normal magic training lessons, her love and respect for the skill of archery have paid off.
The arrow flies through the air a blinding speed barely missing the thick brush that stands in the way of the target. Within the blink of an eye, the arrow finds it's way to the target hitting the deer in the upper portion of the neck. The animal falls down in mid-stride it's large body hitting the ground with a thud.
Archery may be a useless skill to learn in a world of magic, however, Suriel had told Luna about how she might be able to combine magic with archery.
While Skoll looked on in pure amazement, Fenrir did not waste any time rushing towards the animal. Seeing that it was merely paralyzed he kneeled down, pulled out a knife and stabbed it in the neck. With blood gushing out from it's wound, it only takes a minute before it finally does. 'There's no reason to have let this animal suffer more than it had to.'
Skoll and Luna had already made their way towards Fenrir. "Damn, I wish I was the one who shot, it but knowing my luck I probably would have missed." Skoll says.
"It seems you need to practice more" Fenrir says to Skoll. "Your hands are still shaking from all of the excitement. Luna, on the other hand, is completely calm."
"Archery was never my thing anyway. I would rather chase it down and kill it with my claws. While the two of you practice more on your skills, I have been working on my stamina and getting stronger."
'What, does he think climbing trees and running around the forest is a good way to train?' Fenrir thinks to himself. 'If he would have learned anything from Suriel, he would know that mastering the basics always comes first.'
"So, who wants to do the honors of gutting the deer?" Fenrir asks the two of them.
"Luna was the one that shot it, she should be the one to do it."
"That's ok, I'll let Skoll do it, I've never liked doing this anyway."
"Fine, I'll do it." Skoll says with a tone in his voice. "It's better than not having done anything on this trip." He walks over to Fenrir and grabs the bloody knife from his hand. Spreading the deer's legs he starts to cut between the hind legs down to the pelvic bone.
While Skoll is gutting the deer, Fenrir grabs the rope that he was keeping in his satchel. Wasting no time, he wraps the rope around the animal's neck while Skoll is finishing field dressing the deer.
After pulling the animal's guts out, Skoll quickly makes his way to the stream to wash the blood off his hands and the knife. After he finishes, he returns to help pull the deer back home. "I hate doing that part, next time Fenrir can do it."
"Doesn't matter to me, I'm actually surprised that you didn't ask me to do it this time." Fenrir says as he puts away the knife.
"What do you mean? I thought you were asking which one of us wanted to do it." Skoll says looking at Fenrir confused.
Luna grabs hold of the rope that is tied to the deer. "Let's get going before the two of you get into an argument. We should get back home as soon as possible."
Fenrir and Skoll glance at each other and nod in agreement. Fenrir knew that spending unnecessary time this far from home could be dangerous. 'I've never felt so helpless before. Being out here in a world filled with magic and not knowing how to use it yet.'
For the first time, Fenrir had become aware of how helpless they really are out here. He was beginning to feel angry that he couldn't use magic yet. 'What if we came across other humans? How would I be able to protect Luna and Skoll? Feeling helpless to do anything is the worst feeling in the world, what I need to do is find a way to secretly practice magic without Suriel finding out. Of course, I would have to be careful about the dangers she warned me about.'
"Fenrir are you coming or not?" Luna asks him getting a little worried that he is just standing there spaced out.
Fenrir looks up and notices that Skoll and Luna are holding the rope ready to get going. "Yeah, I was just thinking about something."
He walks up to them and grabs the rope, and they proceed to drag the deer back to their house.
Daren starts to fade in and out of consciousness. The pain is becoming too much for his body to handle. He stops screaming, and his body becomes numb. His brain severs the pain receptors. He lays there, getting sodomized to death. Dying this way never crossed his mind. How much damage has he done to her to make her this way? To even think about doing this to someone. Unforgivable. But these things happen all the time. We just choose to be ignorant of them for our sanity. "He's had enough." Fenrir says after seeing his body go limp. Alice is about to interject, but then she sees the same thing. He's dead. "Do you feel any better?" Fenrir asks her, already knowing the answer to that. She was enjoying herself, too much for Fenrir to be comfortable with. Then again. If he was in her position, he might have done something similar. Cloven comes to his mind. He still wonders why he let him live. "So soon?" Alice kicks his body to see if he is still alive. There's no sign of any life. "It
Despite all of the kicking and screaming Daren does, they continue to drag him outside and head for the river. "You brought this upon yourself." Alice berates him. "Bad dogs need to learn to shit outside." "Stop calling me that." Daren tries to hold back his anger. He doesn't want to make the situation worse. Then again, how could he? They're just going to kill him either way. "You know what? Fuck you. I should have beaten you harder when I had the chance." "This is what you get for going through life half-assed. If you're going to abuse someone, you might as well finish them off." Alice keeps berating Daren to get a reaction out of him. But Daren won't fall for it. He won't stoop to her level. He'll take this punishment like a man. This is nothing compared to getting his arm chopped off. What's a little cold bath going to do? When they reach the river, Fenrir asks Alice if she minds if he were to take a bath as well. He hasn't washed his fur since he came here. And she probably do
"What are we doing here?" Skoll says to Lucia and Fala, who have been coming to this bar every day after finishing their daily activities. "Shouldn't we be doing something?" Skoll takes a drink of his beer. He's on his seventh one. "You keep following Lucia and I. No one is forcing you to be here. In fact, we want you to leave." Over the past several days, Skoll has been getting on Fala's nerves with his excessive drinking. Always complaining about Fenrir. At this rate, she hopes he drinks himself to death. That would at least solve one of her problems. "Am I not good enough to fight the demon army by myself? Everyone thinks Fenrir can." Skoll orders a couple of shots, trying to drink himself into a drunken stupor. "I train hard every day, but I feel like I'm always one step behind him." "Skoll. Can Fala and I drink in peace? I understand where you're coming from. But this is getting ridiculous." Lucia tries not to use a harsh tone, but it comes off that way. She knows Skoll better
Fenrir bobs and weaves their fruitless attacks. Far to slow for any to hit him. Instead of going for the killing blows, Fenrir focuses on maiming them. Mainly going after the tendons in their legs so that they can't run away. One by one, they fall to the ground, screaming in pain and yelling for help. Fenrir is about to take out the last human of the group, but he stops short when he smells a familiar scent on him. Alice's scent. Then it hits him. This must be the guy she was talking about, the one who abused Alice in the first place. The one that caused her so much pain and suffering. The thoughts that race through Fenrir's mind are nothing short of sadistic. Wanting to see this human suffer more than the others. But this isn't his fight. Alice should be the one to take her revenge. He'll save him for her, to do what she deems necessary. A proper punishment for unforgivable crimes.This human just stares at him wide-eyed, scared that this violent creature might have something else mo
After two hours of walking, they reach their destination. Some old ruins that strangley resemble that of an old stone fort. Might have been a better option for the rest of the humans to take refuge in, but the crumbling walls are in need of a ton of work. Alice jumps up and down in excitement. Her dream is coming true. Becoming a werewolf, and maybe spending the rest of her life with one. Fenrir, on the other hand, doesn't find this place suitable for living in the long term. There's too much work to be done in a hostile place like this. It's overgrown with plants, on the verge of collapse, and their enemies are too close for comfort."We'll stay here for the night." Alice says enthusiastically. "I want you to impregnate me." If it wasn't for all the fur, she could easily see how much Fenrir is blushing. 'I thought she would be a little more classy than this. Women don't talk like this to guys they just met.'"Alice." Fenrir's voice shakes, still caught off guard by her words. "I thin
"What do you mean by that?" Fenrir asks, not understanding how a human doesn't find their own species attractive. "I guess that I'm just different from everybody else." She looks away from his eyes, trying to think of the right words to say as her heart flutters. "I've heard stories about werewolves, and I've always wanted to meet one since I was a kid." She looks into his eyes once again. I always wanted to be one.""Are you sure? Because I can turn you into one right now." Fenrir regrets saying that so soon. Her mind might not be in the right place. He'd rather wait until they are in a safe place where her mind is at ease. Then again, it would help her survive the storm. "After I do this, there is no going back." She hugs him tighter. She's made up her mind. 'Everything about him is comforting.' She doesn't mind that he has killed people, probably out of cold blood. This is something she has dreamed about since she could remember. Everything about this feels right. "I know." It's