Saturday, April 28, 2007

Title:A Legacy to Remember
Part One
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Chapter 1 -Fated Werewolf Attack

A Full Moon rose above the darkened blue sky. . . .

A girl sat on a stone up jutting from the ground, under an oak tree.
her sharp elf-like ears picked up a rustle from a near by bush. suddenly a dark form leaped over the bush and stalked toward her. as it came closer and closer, she could see that it walked on all fours and was not human... or was it? with a pounce, it grasped hold of her leg and dragged her to the ground, her body was paralyzed with fear when she saw its coarse dark paw unshealth menacing claws. it bared fangs at her, sharper than any blade it seemed. adrenaline pumped into her blood stream as she reached to do what she could only think of. 'My Blade ' the words screeched themselves in her mind. 'Too Late.' she realized she had left it back at the glades. with a swift movement of her hand she groped and grasped her bow, and strung it. but too late, the creature gnashed the bow's sturdy limb with a quick work of its jaws. too startled too think, she threw the remains of the bow at it, to no avail. its jaws hovered above her leg for a second, and then plunged its fangs into her flesh. she screamed in agony. blood poured out of her torn flesh. it raised its head again, ready to strike. she punched its snout, and as its fangs came back down, she smashed her hands into its upper jaw to keep it from burying its teeth in her other leg. blood streamed down her arms, and yet she held on. its weight started to press down on her and she knew that if she let go, her neck would be bare to its jagged fangs. just then she heard a far off howl and the beast turned its head and her fingers slipped off their bloody hold. its head cocked, and she saw the tips of two ears ontop of its head. the creature's claws slid off of her leg, leaving behind red silts in her skin. it turned and loped across the grass and into the darkness of the night. 'A Wolf ?' the posibility of what the animal may have been raced into her mind. A Wolf. her clan's most hated enemy and foe. what was even more stranger was that one had attacked her so close to the glades. still shaken from the attack, she cast a glance around her surroundings for the danger of a pack. all that she could see was the oak tree, a couple of bushes, and only darkness after that. she tried to get up and collapsed in pain, all too late remembering her leg. she glanced down at it, it was drenched in blood but the bleeding seemed to have stopped. she looked at her hands, bloody palms with tendrils of purple muscle showing though shreds of ripped flesh. dried blood dotted her arms. she gulped. her brain felt fuzzy. 'probably from the lack of blood' she thought. she leaned her head against the trunk of the oak and did the only thing she could do. Sleep.
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By-The-Way: hi guys. this story i first wrote in first-point-of-view so since i changed it to third point, it sorta sounds weird.... this story's background info (such as her race) will be explained in Chapter 2. cause i'm going to be a couch potatoe and hog the TV b4 my "sister" gets out of the bathroom. i just had to write this... yah i know i suck.... well c ya. . . .
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