(PRP Solo) The Hour of the Wolf

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

Appearing later in the story....




Joining the fray like a boss in post 13....

 

[Nyx Queen of Darkness]

The hour of the wolf was upon her. She could feel the blood rushing through her veins as she crouched with glowing eyes in the underbrush. Her mother and her mother's people were not like she was, but her father had been. As far as she had ever known him, he was a mythical being just beyond understanding. He was a story you told to foals, a stallion who had died long before she was born.

But it was his blood that ran through her bones. It was his predatorial drive that made her wake three hours before dawn so that she would not miss her hour. The hour of the wolf. It was when the sky was at it's blackest, the whole world swallowed up as though ink had been spilled on a page and it had been dried.  

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It was two hours before dawn when it began, the sounds of the night making a cacophony of sound that set alive a humming in her bones. She was a part of the night, creeping on paws silently gripping the dirt. The wind was a gentle caress in Joramun's fur, her eyes cut through the darkness as though it were day for her.

Her heart was slow, beating in a rhythm as old as time itself. She could smell the musk of a small body not far away. It smelled of juniper and sweet grass, a hot small body not far away. Rabbit, she thought. It smelled right. She could almost taste it in her mouth already. Her paw creeped forward and her ears went slowly back.  

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The winds blew toward her, hiding her own scent from the creature as she crept forward on padded paws. Her body moving so slowly that it seemed almost not to move at all. Then the wind shifted and the rabbit’s ears went up just as she pounced on her prey. I took a few bounding leaps hoping for freedom before her jaws clamped down on it, snuffing out it’s life instantly.

The hot rush of blood in her mouth soothed the thrashing beast inside her. Joramun cracked the bones, sucking out the marrow with practiced ease. Her sister and her mother were worried for her. They said she was too wild. But what else could a wolf be? She was not steady like Lyanna or Brandon, nor as poised as Alysanne. It didn’t bother her so she saw no reason for it to bother them. But Lyanna always looked at her with those calculating eyes to tell her that only a fool let the wolf’s blood rule their body.  

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Every time Lyanna said it, she reveled in the wolf blood and the thoughtless actions more than normal. It was because it displeased Lyanna. It wasn’t for spite exactly. She did not despise her siblings, or wish to anger them at all. But sometimes her blood ran so hot that she had to do something or burst. Her siblings never seemed to have that problem, it was all hers and for some reason there was something special about that.

Right now the wolf’s blood sang in her veins as she consumed her kill. Her eyes were already looking for more to hunt in the hour of the wolf.  

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The moon looked down on her as she padded through the forest after another kill. Every prey knew she was in the area by now, the whole world was silent with their paused breathing. She could still find them if she wanted, but she had no desire to now. The moon was not quite full, another night or two and it would be. But it sang it's song in her blood and she stretched out her long legs and ran through the woods. Her paws ate up the space quickly as she darted between trees here like she'd run this very stretch a thousand times.

Joramun could see and feel everything. The damp grass beneath her feet that turned to loamy dirt as she got to the river. The cool air that brought with it the smell of fresh water and the sound of rustling leaves. This was what it meant to be alive, what it meant to be a wolf, to be wolf-blooded.

She cast her head back in reckless abandon and howled to the moon without faltering. The sound echoed in the stillness where fear of the hunter, of her, reigned. Then she heard it, a sound that made her heart trill and her blood rush faster, the distant answer of another howl.

A challenge.  

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Her paws turned westward to find the trespasser on her territory, her nose following the fresh trail left behind. The nearer she got though, the further the scent ran. The creature, coward that it was, had called a challenge to her and then fled. It wasn't until the wind shifted that she realized something was wrong.  

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Sans Merci had deliberately taunted the wolf girl. She was not as wary of a hunter, much younger and less seasoned so easier to lead into a trap. And a trap it was. She had ran ahead far enough to leave a scent trail to entice her, then she'd come around and back behind the mare. There was a confused look on the mare's face as she leapt at her.

Her teeth sunk into wolf's neck barely missing the jugular. The taste of blood filled her mouth but it wasn't the arterial spurt she'd aimed for. The mare had moved just enough to keep her death from being instant.  

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Joramun felt something that made her turn for some reason---she'd never know if it was some kind of sense of preservation or maybe a smell. The memory would become one of the most visceral in her mind but the order would never really make sense.

The shadow leapt out at her and it's very real teeth dug into the flesh of her neck. She let out a growl as she flipped around at the mare--a walker beside her. She swiped hard with her paw tearing a gash from shoulder to flank. She was missing a large hunk of flesh from her neck that made her head pound. She could feel the disgusting feel of saliva mixed with blood. She bared her teeth at the skinwalker. It's fur was stained with blood of it's previous kills.  

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Sans Merci screamed as the wolf's claws raked down her side. It was superficial,a bit more than an inch deep but painful because of the length of it. She spit at the mare and grinned with bloodstained teeth, "You think I'm scared of you little wolf girl? I eat mares like you for snacks." She lunged before she had even finished her words aiming straight for the wolf girl's side before feinting and sliding low. She used her momentum to crash into the mare's leg and knock her off balance before sinking her teeth all the way into the bone.

She shook her head, letting her teeth slide slightly as she worried at the bone. The wolf girl howled in pain as she began to crumple. Sans Merci could almost taste victory but she still did not let go of the leg. She gnawed it like a raw bone without ever opening her mouth wide enough for the mare to get away. Finally, she heard a decisive crack.  

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Joramun lunged forward at the taunting and snapped at where the walker was feinting her next move. But her teeth snapped on open air as the skinwalker nearly knocked her off her feet. When she felt the teeth latch into her skn she howled i pain. No matter how hard she shook her leg she couldn't get the walker off. She howled again as she felt white hot pain surge through her leg with a sound like a crack of lightning.

She must have passed out for a moment but she came to as soon as she hit the dirt. She had to keep fighting. She kicked out hard and landed three solid blows to the walker's head, her claws gouging even as she kicked.  

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The little wolf was fighting back and hard, but Sans Merci was not going to let go. She would rend the leg out of it's flesh after she cracked the bone up some more. The wolf girls claws breaking through her skin fueled her on as she cracked down harder. She could hear the whimper begin in the girl's voice, just a foolish unseasonsed child who would never learn. Sans Merci almost laughed right up to the moment something coiled around her throat.  

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Zephirine Amachi-Tyrell had not planned on fighting today, it had been a truly joyous spur of the moment thing. She had been walking through the woods when she smelled something canine in the vicinity. She was desert enough to know how to blend in so that only the most experienced hunters could track her, if they dared. She might not seem like much but she was a born of a desert people and a line ready and all too willing to fight.

When she'd heard the howling, she had bothered to hurry a little. It was the sound of the crack though that made her actually hasten her steps. There in a small clearing was a walker latched on to a she wolf. The she wolf did not seem to be doing too well by the sound of her wailing. Probably because the walker was crushing the bones in her leg if she had to guess, but it didn't matter really.

Creeping close, her own sounds muffled by theirs, she curled her tail of bone around the walkers throat and pressed her foot hard into her back.  

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Joramun Rowan Snow felt some of the pressure alleviate as some kind of savior with sparkly bones appeared, not that she would admit she needed saving. The pain in her leg went from unbearable to something a little less. The wild fight kicked into her and she kept kicking harder and harder, no matter the pain to get her leg loose from the jaws of the beast. She could feel it's jaws slackening and she could see it's eyes going bloodshot as the mare behind her pulled her bone tail tighter across the walker's throat. Talk about payback.

She didn't know if she wanted to cry or laugh at the situation, that this delicate little piece was what was saving her or that this delicate little piece almost hadn't come in time. Her leg was free now, but it was a mangled mess. If she survived this she might not even walk again or at least never run.  

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The rope became a noose around San Merci's neck that pulled tighter and tighter. She could not get away from teh cloven hoof implanted in her back. Whoever had her, certainly knew how to hold her. She hoped it wasn't some stallion, hopefully it was at least some mare.

She tried to arch away from the tightening but she couldn't. Neither could she crack what felt like it should be brittle bone. It felt rather like some bony type of metal, but it didn't matter much since she couldn't break it.

Ultimately she had to let go of the litte wolf girl's damaged leg because her teeth could no longer grip it. She was slipping away from her and the black spots were blooming in front of her eyes. The vise around her throat wasn't loosening. She thrashed, but each thrash was more feeble than the last.

Her eyes had gone dark and she felt as though she was swimming through mud. She did't remember what breathing felt like. She was going to pass out and if the leash didn't loosen, she would die soon after with no control over her own fate.