yoga_werewolf (yoga_werewolf) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2009-02-19 18:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | fenrir |
Thursday: 9/27/07
Who: Fenrir
Where: Northern Canadian Woods
When: The first night after Full Moon
What: So he does have a heart
Fenrir lifted his head and howled, listening to the echo through the woods as other wolves picked up the call and added a chorus to his cries. Full Moon was always a tough time for him, bringing back memories from long ago. Of course he could never show his true feelings, to do so would be a weakness he could not afford, but here, alone, with only the true wolves to hear him he could pour himself out to the moon.
"Why did you take them" he called out in song, asking questions he knew would go unanswered. "My father, my brothers, my mate?" The wolves echoed the call, adding their own questions to the moon, though none could understand his own anguish. As he remembered his mate he could feel that most hated of things bubbling to the surface, tears, and he sat down with a broken smile on his face.
They had been made for each other. He still recalled the way her head had shaped perfectly in his chest, the smell of her as they ran alongside each other on the hunt, how they would lay with each other at the end of full moon, just as the night would end and the pack had finished the dance of the war form. He felt a strange sensation across his face as the tears rolled down and fell onto his chest, and he howled again, no message behind it, just pain.
These memories led into the memories of the night they had all been taken from him. The young wolf who had fallen in love with the human and decided to change her. That boy had been the son of one of the greatest hunters in the pack. He could have had his choice of any of the wolves besides the mates of Fenrir and his Father. If he hadn't tossed all their lives away for some human, some girl who would never understand their ways.
But no one imagined he would do it. No one imagined it could be done. It was only legend that the gift could be spread through a bite. But he'd done it. It should have been obvious to them all that she was going to be trouble. They didn't have the problem of anger that he had now. Their lives were perfect. They relished in the full moon, and had been taught from a young age how to control their emotions to avoid pointless shifting. But she hadn't. When she changed, she was truly a monster. She had killed humans. She had brought their wrath.
They had been smart, the humans. They knew there was a pack of wolves in the woods, smarter than the average breed, and they had never seen the wolves in human form since so much of their time was spent in the wolf state. They used the tried and true method of wolf extermination for hundreds of years. They used poison.
Everyone had eaten the poisoned food and only he had survived. Because he'd given most of his portion to his mate. Because she was carrying their child.
But that was something he would never reveal. Not to any other wolf, not to any future mate, no one could ever know the true reason he had survived when the rest of his pack had been wiped out. He didn't need any ones pity.
He lifted his head and howled again, then began to run as hard as he could. He needed to distract himself. He needed to hunt again.