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Dulnashe’s Legacy 1 of 2
Part One: Not Quite Never Land
He awoke startled, a young teenage boy not more than 15, shaken by the ever moving harmony of nature. Gaia was encircling him, engulfing his very existence. The boy willed himself to his feet, the haze of unconscious-ness still held a fresh grip on his mind. As the haze of his mind cleared he came to realize the beauty of this night. He was a wolf, taken in by the moon and transmuted into the strong, agile timber wolf that many fear. The wolf surveyed the area recognizing all of it. He had known of this place previously. Was it his perhaps?
Eagerly he set out through the woodlands to awe at what he had come to possess. As the wolf traveled, his paws left light tracks in the underbrush due to recent rainfall no doubt. The moisture sliding along the flora refracted the moonlight causing a glow unlike any other. Though the wolf truly enjoyed this walk and couldn’t wait to see everything the woodlands had to offer, he began to feel an ache in his heart as he walked further. Almost as if he was drawing far too close to something or perhaps too far. With every step his paws made yet another moist track and the ache became more piercing.
After a mere few minutes the ache became unbearable and the wolf came to rest on a rock that lay in a small grove that glistened with moisture in the moonlight. As his fur-covered chest lay on the smooth rock’s surface the pain he felt faded and the timber wolf could breathe easily again.
With a sigh of relief he stood to start off once again. Following a couple steps was the ache returning. The wolf nearly collapsed as the essence of misery overcame the wolf, and an enormous beast barreled out of the brush. The shape looked as though it was a wolf but it was nearly seven feet at the shoulder and its fur was matted and discolored.
The beast tackled the young wolf who was helplessly overpowered and immensely outweighed. The creature’s monstrous claws tore into the boy’s shoulder. Agony overcame him as he let out a muffled whimper followed by an eerie howl.
The wolf, now completely helpless lay there staring up into the starve-crazed maddening eyes of the monstrosity. After a moment the beast nearly grinned, but only succeeded at baring its teeth. The creature’s jaw popped, shifted and crackled then it opened its maw and spoke in a low menacing growl, “You knew that I’d be coming pup. It was the dark truth you couldn’t avoid.”
After this he leaned over opening his maw around the boy’s neck and sank his fangs into his jugular. The wolf whimpered and flinched until unconsciousness overtook him.
A young boy lay asleep in the park amidst a large patch of tall dew ridden grass. The moonlight glistening on his moist skin made him almost seem angelic lying there asleep. He awoke with a gasp as if from a nightmare. Looking around he seemed confused as to where he was.
Jumping to his feet he glanced down at his shredded clothes that were damp on his left side due to the dew, “Great Matt, you’ve done it again. Damn they’re going to kill me.” He said to himself. With a sigh he started on his way home, through the City Park and through suburbia surrounding Los Angeles.
As he was walking his thoughts drifted to his dream, the beast’s warning, and his own death. He didn’t quite know what it all meant. Looking up from his downward stare he noticed the familiar driveway of his home. No not home, this place wasn’t a sanctuary of safety but a prison of conformity.
As he started making his way to the door he noticed his friend Rachel’s Saturn parked outside. With a sigh of annoyance he stepped onto the porch stopping to pull out his key. As he pulled out his key the door opened on its own to reveal the expressionless silhouette of his father.
“Nice of you to finally make you way home Matt,’” his voice was full of frustration and anger.
“Yeah, whatever,” the words passed through his lips as he slipped past his father and into the living room. His mother was sitting there on the couch. Her makeup was badly smeared and her cheeks were soaked with tears.
“Mathew! Where have you been?!” her expression was half joy and half worry. She paused momentarily to sniffle, “We were so worried.”
“Mathew where the hell have you been, and what the hell did you do to your clothes?!” his father’s expression was filled with nothing short of fury.
“Well um…I fell asleep at the park, and as for my clothes I’m really not sure,” he was honest but still slightly sarcastic.
“You think this is funny?! Running around at these hours and getting into this gang shit!” as he spoke harshly he motioned to Mathew’s shredded clothes.
“I’m not in a fucking gang, I told you I fell asleep in the park,” his fathers disbelief of the truth birthed a sharp anger on the tip of Matt’s voice.
“Bullshit!” his father yelled as a right hook was let out catching Mathew broadsided. He spun around collapsing on the floor. Blood decorated the floor around where he landed in its crimson beauty.
“Fuck!” he coughed out as he spit more blood from his mouth. He was shaking his consciousness almost losing sight. Tunnel vision was setting in and all he could think of was pain. Not his own but the of those who cross him and all those who have ever hurt him.
“Now get the fuck to your room and if I so much as see a leg stick out of that door I’m gong to break it!” his father’s fiery had taken him and his face was beat red. Mathew sat there for a moment overwhelmed with hatred. All he could think of was how he wanted to rip this piece of shit limb from limb for crossing him. Then his anger was extinguished with the sound of a familiar voice.
“Matt, come on lets get you cleaned up,” the voice was soft and affectionate. He looked up to see the brown hair and green eyes of his best friend Rachel. He merely nodded as she helped him to his feet and into his room.
She sat him down on his bed examining the blood flowing from his nose and lips. “Alright sit here for a minute I’m going to get a washcloth and some peroxide to clean you up,” she stood up saying this as she nodded to him and headed for the bathroom. He sat there still overwhelmed with fury from his father decking him. After a couple minutes she came back with a bottle and cloth and sat down next to him.
“Alright this is going to hurt a bit,” she said affectionately as she poured some clear liquid from the brown bottle and started dabbing it on his lip and nose. He grimaced slightly in pain but didn’t pull away.
“I had the dream again, the one as a wolf,” he looked at her as she cleaned his wounds.
“Really? What happened?” she looked intrigued but didn’t look up from what she was doing.
“Well this time I was in the forest just like any other and a huge beast…” his story was cut off by his mother talking loudly.
“Matt could you come out here please, me and your father would like to have a talk with you,” tears could still be heard in her voice.
Mathew sighed standing up and heading to the living room, Rachel was right behind him. As he walked into the living room there was a huge beast standing in the living room. It was the monstrosity from his dream. It looked like a wolf however it was nearly eight feet tall and had bat-like ears and a shortened snout. “Oh my god it’s you!” Mathew almost fell down from terror and Rachel screamed as soon as she saw it.
“You knew I’d be coming Matt. Why do you seem so surprised?” the beast was amused at the chaos it had caused. He looked Matt up and down. “It’s time to come with me Matt and leave these frail pieces of shit behind. They’re all just ignorant and weak cattle. Not like us,” as he made his speech his monstrous hands rested around his parents throats.
“I’m not going anywhere especially with something that looks like it got ran over eight times, eaten, and then shit out,” his fear had dissipated. Now he stood there looking into the beast’s menacing eyes.
“Aw come on Matt don’t talk to your brother like that. Oh did your father do that to you?” he said motioning to the blood still coming from Matt’s nose and lip. Before Matt could even think about what the beast meant it spoke again, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it for you bro.” The beast smirked as it dug its claws in to the throats of both parents and shredded both necks crossing his arms in the process. Both bodies collapsed to the ground blood spraying the walls and furniture then forming a pool of crimson on the living room floor.
“You bastard!” fury gave his vision a red haze his muscles in his legs coiled ready to pounce, but Rachel grabbed him and pulled him back to his room. In control of his rage Matt knew what he had to do, escape. Without another thought he grabbed his desk chair and hurled it over his head and threw the window. Following closely behind the chair Matt and Rachel jumped through the window.
They ran together into the front lawn. Rachel stopped by her car and stumbled with her keys trying to unlock the door. Finally the lock gave. She threw the door open and jumped frantically into the car, unlocking the door for Matt, and trying to start the ignition. With Matt safely in the car she turned the ignition listening to the starter turn over to the engine.
As soon as it had started she slammed her foot down on the gas. Her tires squealed leaving a trail of smoke and the smell of burning rubber behind them. The beast barreled through the living room window and out in front of the car intercepting them. Rather then hesitating Rachel just closed her eyes and pressed her foot harder on the gas hearing the engine rev and pick up speed. The car hit the beast and it was flung over the car tumbling onto the cement like a rag doll.
Sweat was dripping from Rachel’s face and tears poured from her eyes but finally she felt safe. Matt was quiet as he stared out the window.
Dulnashe’s Legacy 1 of 2
Part One: Not Quite Never Land
He awoke startled, a young teenage boy not more than 15, shaken by the ever moving harmony of nature. Gaia was encircling him, engulfing his very existence. The boy willed himself to his feet, the haze of unconscious-ness still held a fresh grip on his mind. As the haze of his mind cleared he came to realize the beauty of this night. He was a wolf, taken in by the moon and transmuted into the strong, agile timber wolf that many fear. The wolf surveyed the area recognizing all of it. He had known of this place previously. Was it his perhaps?
Eagerly he set out through the woodlands to awe at what he had come to possess. As the wolf traveled, his paws left light tracks in the underbrush due to recent rainfall no doubt. The moisture sliding along the flora refracted the moonlight causing a glow unlike any other. Though the wolf truly enjoyed this walk and couldn’t wait to see everything the woodlands had to offer, he began to feel an ache in his heart as he walked further. Almost as if he was drawing far too close to something or perhaps too far. With every step his paws made yet another moist track and the ache became more piercing.
After a mere few minutes the ache became unbearable and the wolf came to rest on a rock that lay in a small grove that glistened with moisture in the moonlight. As his fur-covered chest lay on the smooth rock’s surface the pain he felt faded and the timber wolf could breathe easily again.
With a sigh of relief he stood to start off once again. Following a couple steps was the ache returning. The wolf nearly collapsed as the essence of misery overcame the wolf, and an enormous beast barreled out of the brush. The shape looked as though it was a wolf but it was nearly seven feet at the shoulder and its fur was matted and discolored.
The beast tackled the young wolf who was helplessly overpowered and immensely outweighed. The creature’s monstrous claws tore into the boy’s shoulder. Agony overcame him as he let out a muffled whimper followed by an eerie howl.
The wolf, now completely helpless lay there staring up into the starve-crazed maddening eyes of the monstrosity. After a moment the beast nearly grinned, but only succeeded at baring its teeth. The creature’s jaw popped, shifted and crackled then it opened its maw and spoke in a low menacing growl, “You knew that I’d be coming pup. It was the dark truth you couldn’t avoid.”
After this he leaned over opening his maw around the boy’s neck and sank his fangs into his jugular. The wolf whimpered and flinched until unconsciousness overtook him.
A young boy lay asleep in the park amidst a large patch of tall dew ridden grass. The moonlight glistening on his moist skin made him almost seem angelic lying there asleep. He awoke with a gasp as if from a nightmare. Looking around he seemed confused as to where he was.
Jumping to his feet he glanced down at his shredded clothes that were damp on his left side due to the dew, “Great Matt, you’ve done it again. Damn they’re going to kill me.” He said to himself. With a sigh he started on his way home, through the City Park and through suburbia surrounding Los Angeles.
As he was walking his thoughts drifted to his dream, the beast’s warning, and his own death. He didn’t quite know what it all meant. Looking up from his downward stare he noticed the familiar driveway of his home. No not home, this place wasn’t a sanctuary of safety but a prison of conformity.
As he started making his way to the door he noticed his friend Rachel’s Saturn parked outside. With a sigh of annoyance he stepped onto the porch stopping to pull out his key. As he pulled out his key the door opened on its own to reveal the expressionless silhouette of his father.
“Nice of you to finally make you way home Matt,’” his voice was full of frustration and anger.
“Yeah, whatever,” the words passed through his lips as he slipped past his father and into the living room. His mother was sitting there on the couch. Her makeup was badly smeared and her cheeks were soaked with tears.
“Mathew! Where have you been?!” her expression was half joy and half worry. She paused momentarily to sniffle, “We were so worried.”
“Mathew where the hell have you been, and what the hell did you do to your clothes?!” his father’s expression was filled with nothing short of fury.
“Well um…I fell asleep at the park, and as for my clothes I’m really not sure,” he was honest but still slightly sarcastic.
“You think this is funny?! Running around at these hours and getting into this gang shit!” as he spoke harshly he motioned to Mathew’s shredded clothes.
“I’m not in a fucking gang, I told you I fell asleep in the park,” his fathers disbelief of the truth birthed a sharp anger on the tip of Matt’s voice.
“Bullshit!” his father yelled as a right hook was let out catching Mathew broadsided. He spun around collapsing on the floor. Blood decorated the floor around where he landed in its crimson beauty.
“Fuck!” he coughed out as he spit more blood from his mouth. He was shaking his consciousness almost losing sight. Tunnel vision was setting in and all he could think of was pain. Not his own but the of those who cross him and all those who have ever hurt him.
“Now get the fuck to your room and if I so much as see a leg stick out of that door I’m gong to break it!” his father’s fiery had taken him and his face was beat red. Mathew sat there for a moment overwhelmed with hatred. All he could think of was how he wanted to rip this piece of shit limb from limb for crossing him. Then his anger was extinguished with the sound of a familiar voice.
“Matt, come on lets get you cleaned up,” the voice was soft and affectionate. He looked up to see the brown hair and green eyes of his best friend Rachel. He merely nodded as she helped him to his feet and into his room.
She sat him down on his bed examining the blood flowing from his nose and lips. “Alright sit here for a minute I’m going to get a washcloth and some peroxide to clean you up,” she stood up saying this as she nodded to him and headed for the bathroom. He sat there still overwhelmed with fury from his father decking him. After a couple minutes she came back with a bottle and cloth and sat down next to him.
“Alright this is going to hurt a bit,” she said affectionately as she poured some clear liquid from the brown bottle and started dabbing it on his lip and nose. He grimaced slightly in pain but didn’t pull away.
“I had the dream again, the one as a wolf,” he looked at her as she cleaned his wounds.
“Really? What happened?” she looked intrigued but didn’t look up from what she was doing.
“Well this time I was in the forest just like any other and a huge beast…” his story was cut off by his mother talking loudly.
“Matt could you come out here please, me and your father would like to have a talk with you,” tears could still be heard in her voice.
Mathew sighed standing up and heading to the living room, Rachel was right behind him. As he walked into the living room there was a huge beast standing in the living room. It was the monstrosity from his dream. It looked like a wolf however it was nearly eight feet tall and had bat-like ears and a shortened snout. “Oh my god it’s you!” Mathew almost fell down from terror and Rachel screamed as soon as she saw it.
“You knew I’d be coming Matt. Why do you seem so surprised?” the beast was amused at the chaos it had caused. He looked Matt up and down. “It’s time to come with me Matt and leave these frail pieces of shit behind. They’re all just ignorant and weak cattle. Not like us,” as he made his speech his monstrous hands rested around his parents throats.
“I’m not going anywhere especially with something that looks like it got ran over eight times, eaten, and then shit out,” his fear had dissipated. Now he stood there looking into the beast’s menacing eyes.
“Aw come on Matt don’t talk to your brother like that. Oh did your father do that to you?” he said motioning to the blood still coming from Matt’s nose and lip. Before Matt could even think about what the beast meant it spoke again, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it for you bro.” The beast smirked as it dug its claws in to the throats of both parents and shredded both necks crossing his arms in the process. Both bodies collapsed to the ground blood spraying the walls and furniture then forming a pool of crimson on the living room floor.
“You bastard!” fury gave his vision a red haze his muscles in his legs coiled ready to pounce, but Rachel grabbed him and pulled him back to his room. In control of his rage Matt knew what he had to do, escape. Without another thought he grabbed his desk chair and hurled it over his head and threw the window. Following closely behind the chair Matt and Rachel jumped through the window.
They ran together into the front lawn. Rachel stopped by her car and stumbled with her keys trying to unlock the door. Finally the lock gave. She threw the door open and jumped frantically into the car, unlocking the door for Matt, and trying to start the ignition. With Matt safely in the car she turned the ignition listening to the starter turn over to the engine.
As soon as it had started she slammed her foot down on the gas. Her tires squealed leaving a trail of smoke and the smell of burning rubber behind them. The beast barreled through the living room window and out in front of the car intercepting them. Rather then hesitating Rachel just closed her eyes and pressed her foot harder on the gas hearing the engine rev and pick up speed. The car hit the beast and it was flung over the car tumbling onto the cement like a rag doll.
Sweat was dripping from Rachel’s face and tears poured from her eyes but finally she felt safe. Matt was quiet as he stared out the window.