Post by infinity on Jul 12, 2006 3:46:40 GMT -5
Fire spread, the small town burnt to the ground as lycans fed. Jason ran, his father's giant mace in his hands. He was frightened, horribly frightened. His family had been killed right in front of him. He felt a horrible churning in his gut, and stopped to heave violently. His stomachs contents spread across the dirt. When he recovered, he went back to running. Towards the forest, he thought he'd be safe in the dense tree's. Or so his panicked mind told him.
He was running on pure adrenaline, the fear keeping him moving. His feet were unsteady, and he was breathing hard. The sweat running down into his eye's, causing him to blink and tear as it stung him. Harsh gasps escaped him as his chest heaved, trying to take in the air his frightened muscles demanded. The mace was heavy, but he wouldn't drop it, he couldn't drop it. It was the only thing his father left him, right before a lycan tore out his throat and fed on him right in front of Jason.
On towards the forest, his shirt was soaked from his own sweat, the scent of fear trailed behind him. He soiled himself, but he was to scared to care. He just kept running, away from the lycans, the werewolves. How pathetic! The thought flashed through his mind, unbidden. A full grown man? Running from werewolves?! Pah! He noticed the mace in his hands was silver, the hilt made of unicorn horn. He shook the goading thoughts from his mind, focusing on running. The fear pushed him onwards, he could not concure it. He simply ran, and didn't look back.
Which proved to be a fatal mistake. A lycan jumped down from a nearby roof, onto Jasons back. It bit hit feircely, in the jagular. Panicked, Jason swung his fathers mace wildly, connecting with the side of the beasts skull. It fell over, wounded, but not dead. Luckily, as Jasons mace was silver, the werewolves wound would take much long to heal. The lycan picked itself up, growling at him. Full moon high overhead, the lycan had no control over himself. Jason would have pitied him if he wasn't so scared. The lycan faked forwards, and Jason swung his mace wildly, over-extending and falling to the ground. The lycan took advantage of the opening, and lunged forwards, ripping out Jason's throat.
Jason's head a wet whistle as he fell to the ground, as if from a distance far off. His head felt strange, light and fuzzy. Everything began to grow dark, his mind losing cohesion. He slipped into darkness, as the lycan fed on him.
It took two hours for the lycan's to finish off the village, they then disappeared into the night. Jason lye on the ground, dead by all appearances. But already, some of the villagers were wakening, changed into lycans, and changes took place in Jason as well. Soon, he would wake, a lycan at the full moon. Thirsting for blood, human or otherwise.
He was running on pure adrenaline, the fear keeping him moving. His feet were unsteady, and he was breathing hard. The sweat running down into his eye's, causing him to blink and tear as it stung him. Harsh gasps escaped him as his chest heaved, trying to take in the air his frightened muscles demanded. The mace was heavy, but he wouldn't drop it, he couldn't drop it. It was the only thing his father left him, right before a lycan tore out his throat and fed on him right in front of Jason.
On towards the forest, his shirt was soaked from his own sweat, the scent of fear trailed behind him. He soiled himself, but he was to scared to care. He just kept running, away from the lycans, the werewolves. How pathetic! The thought flashed through his mind, unbidden. A full grown man? Running from werewolves?! Pah! He noticed the mace in his hands was silver, the hilt made of unicorn horn. He shook the goading thoughts from his mind, focusing on running. The fear pushed him onwards, he could not concure it. He simply ran, and didn't look back.
Which proved to be a fatal mistake. A lycan jumped down from a nearby roof, onto Jasons back. It bit hit feircely, in the jagular. Panicked, Jason swung his fathers mace wildly, connecting with the side of the beasts skull. It fell over, wounded, but not dead. Luckily, as Jasons mace was silver, the werewolves wound would take much long to heal. The lycan picked itself up, growling at him. Full moon high overhead, the lycan had no control over himself. Jason would have pitied him if he wasn't so scared. The lycan faked forwards, and Jason swung his mace wildly, over-extending and falling to the ground. The lycan took advantage of the opening, and lunged forwards, ripping out Jason's throat.
Jason's head a wet whistle as he fell to the ground, as if from a distance far off. His head felt strange, light and fuzzy. Everything began to grow dark, his mind losing cohesion. He slipped into darkness, as the lycan fed on him.
It took two hours for the lycan's to finish off the village, they then disappeared into the night. Jason lye on the ground, dead by all appearances. But already, some of the villagers were wakening, changed into lycans, and changes took place in Jason as well. Soon, he would wake, a lycan at the full moon. Thirsting for blood, human or otherwise.