WolfVir
1490 Words
There he was, gray and enormous. Countless fallen trees in his wake.
The God of the hunt Wolfvir.
It wasn't night at that moment, yet, the skies and the surrounding grew darker.
The cold climate shifts to a much worse and chiller state.
The mercenaries stand frozen in the sight of Wolfvir. Their unmoving legs, and their eyes, that are trying to fathom the unexplainable turn of events.
That a vast and huge being is possible.
Wolfvir, once a man that rises to become an ideal God of the hunt. The creator of the curse lycanthropy. The breeder of the disease.
“I am the supreme ruler of this world, I have mastered my fate and I have ruled over destiny for a long time, over and over again, ” Wolfvir announced in his clear and Godly voice.
Standing in awe, Jowan let out words.
“By the Gods!”
Confused and horror-struck, the mercenary of Vaxia, Jowan, and his team are too terrified to do anything. To leave is what their minds are saying, but their body didn't have the same courage.
'Should I run now? It is my time to run now? Would I live? Would I be able to escape??' Anafe thought as her mind crumbled from Wolfvir's presence.
'I would die right here and now, I accept that it is my time, but it isn't yet for Rioljar,' Thomas thought as he looks at his son Rioljar.
'I will make sure you get a chance to run away kid! I'm sorry that is the only thing, I can promise you,' Thomas' mind as he observed the situation they are currently in.
Amelia, standing at the shadowed ground with her feet firmly steady in the land. Underneath the beast she faced her pursuer, seeing them unavailing to move being struck with fear, along with their uncontrollably shake of their legs.
But not Amelia, she was frightened, nervous, and scared a moment ago, yet, she doesn't feel any kind of dread and fear from where she's standing now, instead, she was embraced by an overflowing confidence of control.
She has all the mercenaries or Wolfvir in their mercy, everything is in their control.
Amelia with her newfound confidence has turned to see her champion and witness his Godly presence.
There, the Leviathan of the forest. Wolfvir as he stands steeled, lowering his huge wolf's head.
“You cried for help, and here I am, ” Wolfvir said with his Gold-like voice.
His ember red eyes that revolve around in a current beneath, while he looks at the puny Amelia.
“Your eyes! Is it you? Are you my father?” Amelia asked as she looked at Wolfvir's eyes.
“Our fate might have crossed and started in the past, but what I'm holding right now is just his beginning, ” Wolfvir explained.
“What do you mean?” Amelia said as she continued to ask.
“Don't fear, child. Everything will go the way it was written to be, and everyone else is just a reader. The spectator of our destiny, ” Wolfvir said.
The mercenaries seeing Amelia spoke to the huge beast.
“Hey!! Lady! Is he with you??” Anafe said as she called out to Amelia.
“Nay, forget what I just asked, can you please spare us!” Anafe added.
With Anafe calling for help, asking for her pity. The pride was broken and the rest followed.
“Yes, Lady! We were just… we were playing, we were just scaring you, we didn't mean all of it, ” Jowan said pleading for his life.
“That's true! We may be grown-up bullies. But we are not killers!” Anafe added as she tried to convince Amelia.
“I was just a bit mad with the stabbing, but I was already planning to let it go, I'm sorry we went too far with it, ” Jowan added.
Hearing their pitiful excuses, Amelia as she faces them, unconvinced to any.
Standing as she stares infuriated at each one of them.
“Hey! Please, I know we are far from trust. I accept that we will not be forgiven, I understand that!” Thomas said as he slowly moved closer with his son Rioljar in his side.
“We may be bandits to your eyes, and that is what we are, but not my son!” Thomas said as he raised his voice.
“Not my son, let him live, please. This is not his life, this is what I brought to him, he doesn't deserve to die, he's a good kid, and he is just 17 years old!” Thomas added as he continues to plead.
“Like hell! He's 17, the guy is just an airhead. Lady, I'm the one you should spare, please. I didn't agree to be in here, to any of this wrongdoing. I'm not a bandit, honestly, I'm just a mercenary, ” Anafe said interrupting the old man Thomas.
“You old unpleasant man-woman, you are just trying to save your own skin! And you're the reason we are in here. You are the one who wants us to hunt in this forest to show your skillful archery as you said!!” Thomas retorted.
“Stop your bickering, fools!” Jowan yelled.
“That is what fear can do, Amelia. These cowards are entertaining us, ” Wolfvir said silently.
Jowan glancing at Thomas, mouthing the words.
“I'll grab her, distract it for me.”
Thomas, being one of the oldest in their team, resolves to die than any of them, as he decided to follow Jowan's plan. He proceeded to distract the enormous beast.
“Hey!!” He yelled above hoping to communicate with the God of the hunt.
Equipped with courage and resolved to do anything for a chance of his kid to escape. He continued.
“Hey!! So what do you plan to do with us??” Thomas said.
Wolfvir stared at him as he let out a confused sound.
“Hmm???”
“Dad, ” Rioljar said.
“Not right now kid” Thomas replied.
“His name is Wolfvir, da—” Rioljar said, unable to complete his sentence.
Wolfvir let out a sharp growl, followed by a quick release of his hefty claws that burrowed in the soil.
He soared his right oversize paws to the air from the ground, as he quickly stomped, nailing Rioljar body to the ground.
Quickly breaking both of Rioljar's legs from the strong blow, tearing from his torso as it plunges out, and flies in the opposite direction, nearly hitting Anafe with some of the blood spitted out to her head.
“Oh no!!!” Anafe said as she shrieks from what she witnessed.
Wolfvir lifted his large paws to check what's become of Rioljar.
Rioljar whole stomach was reduced to bits and minced. His inside has turned into a paste jam, some of his ribs have pierced into his shoulder, chest, and arms.
Rioljar's right arm is twisted in place with its fore bone exposed. The other arm was ruggedly cut off and flattened to the ground with its finger faintly quivering from the sudden loss of blood.
His deformed pear-headed, plum-like veins popping and a bloated back of his head. With a massive swollen jaw uttering his last word.
“Da, da, da, da… da... Da!” Rioljar uttered looking at his father with its blooded hemorrhaging eyes.
“Oh Rio, Rio my boy!” Thomas said as he crouched down to his kid's last breath.
“DAH! HA!” Rioljar last word before the bloated back of his head exploded.
Thomas wildly screeches for a short while after witnessing his son's unimaginable way to die.
He coldly stared at his kid body, traumatized from the experience, he stood unmoving.
Wolfvir added another strong blow to finish Rioljar, as he slid his huge paws inwards, grinding what's left of him to the ground, turning him to a paste of meat.
“You are not worthy to speak of my name, ” Wolfvir said with its godly voice.
The mortified look can be seen on Jowan's face, the fear in his eyes doubting his plan.
'Just because he called out his name,' Jowan thought as he gasped for air.
Trembling in fear, he frantically runs away to the thicker side of the forest, pushing Anafe aside as he passes through her, screaming as he sways to the wood.
Anafe's piercing cry was soon heard, as she constantly catches her breath. Struggling to stand up with her trembling feet that keep falling to the ground. Shrieking with every fall that causes her to pee uncontrollably from the high level of anxiety.
“No, no, no!” Anafe whimpering as she tries to stand only to fail with her weakened knees.
Wolfvir repositioned himself as he howled loudly in the darkened air.
“The Hunt!” Wolfvir announced.
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