Post by prophet on Jul 18, 2011 15:26:58 GMT -5
Ezekiel stepped through the thick line of pine trees that were scattered in small forests all over the Mountain. He liked the contrast that the mountain provided, a landscape that at the peek was cold desolate and brutal... while scattered among the base you could find some shelter in the soft pine forest floor, a break to the harsh cold desolation all around. He felt the blasting cold air that came down the face of the mountain every now and then hit him now that the trees were behind him. It was thrilling to feel such cold raw power. Not that it was too cold to him, he was a lycan after all. The superior race on Earth, the one that those damn Havren kept a secret from the outside. He hated the Havren and felt that their rules of secrecy and cowardice were rubbish. He rarely gave them any heed and he was sure that any human you talked to in Nyalcom territory knew there was something out here in the dark. He grinned and flung himself into the shift from human to wolf.
His massive wolf paws slammed the ground with a force that not many could boast of. He stuck his snout into the air and drew in the cold mountain air around him in search of anything out of the ordinary. Anything of interest. He could smell the fragrant scent of the pines behind him. The earthy smell of small warm bodies scurrying through the brush. Nothing worth chasing after, a small rabbit perhaps, but nothing worthy of his power. He turned his dark brown, near black eyes out to the peek of the mountain and for a moment he saw something else entirely.
Ezekiel's mind went back in time it seemed. To a much early point in his life... so far back he struggled to remember it all. He was young, not more than a pup. Not even out of his childhood. It was dark, cold, something was wrong. He could smell the scent of others like him. He hadn't known much about himself or his kind then, he had never heard the term lycan before then. He watched as the grown wolves surrounded him. He listened as they spoke. It wasn't wolf that they spoke though. They used the language of the humans... a language he hadn't thought he had known until he heard them speak it. He recalled seeing his mother's face, a beautiful face, but the creature wearing it didn't deserve it. She was a cruel woman and she left her son in the forest, to fend for himself. She couldn't be bothered with him, but then he didn't know that for sure. He could only see her face nothing more.
The Nyalcom, as he would come to find out they were called, took him in. Raised him and taught him the ways of his kind. The way that they were suppose to live. As superiors over the stupid and weak humans that shared this world with them. He loved to terrorize them for sport. The way they coward and screamed running away into the night... if he permitted them to run away that is. He shook his head bringing himself out of his daze and back to the reality of the mountainside that spanned out before him. He licked his lips and set off at a steady pace toward the upper reaches of the mountain...
