Sirin, Couldn't resist myself Options

[DarkHunter]

Lol, a encounted with a Were eh? This should be fun... I mean...
Good story!

[Sirin]

Yeah... I kinda got sick (no offense) of the slew of new vampire stories, so I hoped I could change it a bit. no no no... Not sick of them...just... well, I wouldn't want to write about vampires ONLY. That would be..too trendy. I hope no one minds me including werewolves, too...

[DarkHunter]

No Worries I LOVE those Lycans!!!

[Sirin]

Er... I'll try to put something out quickly! I've got sort of a party I must attend, but I hope this'll do! In the words of MAzelure "Kudos, everyone! Kudos!"

Part 6

Crippling agony covered every inch of my body. I couldn't move. I couldn't speak. I could barely breathe. I could only scream and wheeze out painful bursts of air. My barren, cold cell became darker than usual. The deep gashes on my chest burned like Oblivion itself. I clawed at the wound, noting how horribly my fingers resembled claws. My screams echoed across the room; my body felt like it was crumbling underneath itself.

"What's going on?" the guard cried as he burst into my cell. "Why this infernal racket?"

"About...time!" I seethed in between pained spasms. "T-that man...he wasn't...human." I managed to squint at the jailor, who looked at me with surprise and confusion.

"What in the name of Stendarr do you mean? He looked like a human to me!" I screamed something at the guard, but I don't know what. The grief was squeezing all of the sense out of my brain.

"HE WAS A WEREWOLF!" I hissed. Understanding, mingled with fear, dawned on the Imperial. He tried to shut the door, and succeeded. Still, he knew as well as I that a door couldn't stop me. My bones cracked and gave way for new ones. I moaned in utter despair. Suddenly, the pain ceased and all was dark.

I found myself, or even my soul, standing on a cool, dark mountain. The midnight air eased past me, relieving me of the pain that I had felt so shortly ago. I lifted my eyes toward the sky, and admired the wondrous moon. Its light washed over my face, shading the ground behind me. I closed my eyes, and bathed in my surroundings. When my eyes opened again, the moon was still before me, as bold and mighty as before. Such a full moon tonight... So full... Full... I immediately felt terrified. My eyes shrank back into my head. I awoke from my vision, and unleashed an unearthly howl.

I was starving, and only blood would satiate my lust. The once intimidating door, I obliterated. I jumped over the splinters, and sniffed the air. It was thick with life. To your left, up the stiars, and five steps to your right. I obeyed my instincts, and jumped off on all fours. I had been led to a human, and a tasty one. Though he appeared as a shadow, I saw his blood coursing through his body. The bright red liquid left the remarkably fat body and covered the walls as a slashed the human. I dipped my head in and fed on him.

Seconds later, all shades of red had left the man's corpse. I ran off into the night, satisfied for the moment.

[Mazelure]

Man I love how you discribed the transformation from a human to a warewolf... absolutly gorgeous... and the way you discribed the hunger made me hungry... for a burrito of course... but it did make me hungry... alas there is only one thing for me to say and that is...

Kudos Sirin... Kudos

[Sirin]

Glad you liked it, Mazelure. I sort of hated it, actually. I was trapped between thinking I overdid it or didn't do enough.

[DarkHunter]

Wow... I like the beserker thing! Blood-Vision eh? That's pretty cool!

[Sirin]

Glad you caught the blood vision. I hoped that wasn't too subtle...

[REAPER54321]

Hey dude, great story, just read what you have put up so far......are you going to finish it?

[Mazelure]

Hey Reaper, Sirin has not been in for a long while now so I dont think he is going to finish this story up... so yeah... that is a realy damn shame... I wonder if he is ok... he was cool guy...

[Sirin]

Sorry guys. I actually am OK . Thanks. I just er....was away? Truth be told, I almost forgot about my duties here at Chorrol. I'll try to post some new stuff ASAP.

[Mazelure]

Na... take your time dude... as you can see I have long forgotten mine... I did not even bother to finish my story called "Abyss"... the last story I finished up was "a dead man's tale" and it wasn't that great either... so yeah... take your time... something is better than nothing...

[Sirin]

Here we go then! An update for my meager, yet greatly welcome, fans! Enjoy, my friends! Feast deep on the meat that is literature!

Part 6

Filtered sunlight washed my aching face, effectively waking me. I groaned softly, wishing for more sleep. The ever persistent sun, however, would not leave me be. Relinquishing my desires, I sat up and stretched my arms out. I was brought to a sudden dread; a dense forest sprawled around me in every direction.

"Enjoy your sleep, Brother?" My blood surged at the arrival of the new voice. I whipped my head around to see the grey haired lycan. My fear instantly melted away into bitter rage.

"No thanks to you, wretch!" I cried remorsefully at the one who called me 'Brother.' "Why have you done this to me? Wasn't there someone else's life you could have ruined?!"

My foe crossed his arms and looked at me apathetically. "You are rather selfish considering this gift I have given you," he countered.

"Gift?! You would think to call this a gift?! Maybe to you it is, but I have a life to live out!" I shouted.

"Really then? Rotting in prison is your idea of a life? It bears mentioning that you would have died in there, you know."

"I was working on a plan to get out!" I waved my rusted gauntlets in his face. "I was constantly builiding my strength up! I would have escaped!"

"I guarantee you, with the food they give you in there, you wouldn't have escaped." Soaring with blind fury, I leapt to my feet and dove at the man. Swinging out my fist, I planted it into his chest. He stood his ground, not budging an inch. With no more momentum, I sank to the ground. He grabbed me, though, and roughly threw me into a tree.

"I give up," I sighed. Looking over at him, panting all the while, I noticed that he was not even standing in a fighting position. He really is good. "What is your name, and what do you want from me?"

"My name is Kerric. I have already told you why I need you; to bolster our ranks. As you have most definitely realized by now, you have no other choice. You WILL come with me." I breathed a tired sigh. I really did have no other choice. You owe him your life, Sirin. Bear this in mind.

"Where do we go next, then, Kerric?" He smiled and beckoned me to follow him. Rising to my feet, I followed him into my new life. Why me?

[The Metal Mallet]

So the plot thickens...

Nice to see ya getting back into the swing of things. I'm seeing promise with this.

[jack cloudy]

That's right. ,,Why me?"
Well, because you have just the attitude he's looking for. He needs someone special, or else he'd have just picked up someone from the streets.

Anyway, one meager fan here salutes you on a nice and interesting update.

[Sirin]

Update!! Update!!! Have fun, my friends! I will pray that you don't despise this update, but instead will enjoy it. If you do despise it...well, I might go bankrupt... Part 7

Kerric had led me into a cave, or what appeared to be a cave. Inside, however, I discovered so much more. When we first entered the humid cave, I found myself surrounded by lycanthropy victims. Most were men. All apparently lived in a rough manner, and were entertaining themselves in various ways when we arrived.

"Who's the new meat?" called a shirtless man in the front of the crowd. He wiped blood off of his face as he spoke. He must have been in a fight with another lycan. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. Not even the slightest idea of a sentence formed in my mind.

"First off, he's not one I want you playing with, Jyral," Kerric growled. I was relieved, because I didn't want to play with Jyral. "He'll be staying with me, and I don't want anyone bothering him," he continued. I looked at the man cautiously. Why am I staying with him?

Jyral backed down, but another older looking lycan stepped up in his place. He puffed his chest out as he said, "Now, what's so special about 'im, Kerric? Is he fragile?" He looked around at his friends, and they all burst out with laughter. Cold, mocking laughter.

Kerric shot a look at them all that silenced their mockery of me. "No, he's not fragile. He's just...better than the rest of you scum!" he spat. "I'd start showing some respect; he'll be...supervising you starting tomorrow." The whole lot of them glared at Kerric, and then they turned their stare to me. My heart must have stopped. I'm starting to think the Imperial Prison was better than this...

Kerric led me through the bitter mob into his own personal quarters. He pointed to a small cot against the wall, and said "That's your bed. Hope you aren't expecting anything too fancy, new blood." I sat down on the small bed, burying my head in my hands.

"Why are you doing this, old man?" I questioned. I looked up in time to see Kerric stop what he was doing and stare at me.

"Do what? What am I doing for you?" he asked.

I looked at him carefully, studying his emotions. As a thief, I was good at studying emotions. This man, however, was blank. "You are letting me stay in your room. Away from...them, I might add."

"Make no mistake," Kerric clarified. "I'm not doing much for you. I know what they would put you through if you slept in the same room as them, so I give you a safer place to sleep. As for putting you over those pitiful fools-" he stopped, searching for the words to say. "Well, let's put it simply. I see great things in you, new blood. You're quick, you're strong, and you have gained control over your powers quicker than any of them," he said, pointing toward the den of lycans.

"You quite easily have the potential to lead us all one day," he continued. "That is why I'm doing this." I stared at him in disbelief. Am I that great? He broke the look and walked back into the den.

This post has been edited by Sirin: Jun 26 2006, 01:38 AM

[treydog]

Nice updates- glad to see you back and still writing. I love a good were-story.

[DarkHunter]

Nice to see that the Were Story hasn't ended. you had me worried there..

[The Metal Mallet]

Get hairy with it!

...Sorry that was terrible of me, I promise to never do that again. Ever.

Good Work!

[Mazelure]

Great story man... this is some great stuff right here... Kudos