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| A Blood-Stained Diary; Ruari's diary as a young werewolf | |
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| Topic Started: May 12 2010, 08:17 PM (126 Views) | |
| Ruari | May 12 2010, 08:17 PM Post #1 |
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Entry One Full Moon, First Lunar cycle Here is an account of Ruari, son of Tynan. It has been only a week since I was forced to leave the only home I have known after being cursed by my father to join him as a werewolf. I have not experienced a transformation yet but I fear it will occur soon as the moon is nearly full. I have lived the past week off the supplies my mother provided to me as I left. However I ate the last of the rations last night and I have been forced to begin scavenging for my food. In my haste to leave I neglected to bring any weapons other than the sword my father gave to me as a child. I was forced to steal from passing caravans on the roads through the forest. While searching for food at a camp last night I discovered several bodies of caravan members scattered across the camp. They looked as though their bodies had been shredded by some monster. In all my days in these woods of Soto I have never seen such an attack. Their misfortune was my luck however, as I was able to take what I pleased from the caravan without much guilt. I now have a new set of clothes better suited for long travels, a bow, a dozen arrows, and this diary. I only had to remove the first few pages after some of the previous owner’s blood had seeped through the top pages. I have set up a small camp site on the north side of a hill only lightly covered in trees. I have never been out on my own before, and I find it difficult to summon the courage to venture further from home. For now I will simply attempt to adjust to this new life as a cursed and exiled one. |
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| Ruari | May 12 2010, 09:10 PM Post #2 |
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Entry Two 17th day of the First Cycle Two nights ago I experienced my first transformation into a werewolf. It occurred shortly after the setting of the sun and it was unlike anything I could have imagined. The sounds of cracking bones, ripping muscles and my own screams filled my ears for what seemed an eternity. After this I recall only pieces of the night which followed. The prominent memory was of a feeling of power I have never possessed in my life. I awoke as every other morning; except for a throbbing pain in my limbs and a stomach full of a food I do not recall eating. I hope it was only an animal. Entry Three Third day of the Second Cycle I saw my father this afternoon while out on a hunt! At least, I believe it was him. He was in the form of a werewolf still, in mid-day with a new moon! What has happened to cause him to be in that form still? He was the one who passed this curse on to me that terrible night. Is this my fate soon? To be stuck as a mindless beast for the remainder of my life? I am worried I must go back home and confront my mother to understand this more. She tried to treat him, maybe she has a book on werewolves? I do not wish to endanger my family, but I must know what my future holds. Entry Four 10th day of the Second Cycle I have returned to my campsite in the woods after having questioned my mother. I waited until my brothers and sisters were in the fields before I entered our small home. I had to hold her mouth shut to keep her screams quiet when she saw me. It killed me inside to see the terror in her eyes at the sight of me. After explaining what I had seen to her and my purpose for returning, she calmed down some. Although I saw her slide a kitchen knife into her boot when she thought I was not looking. She took out the book she had referenced when she gave her treatments to my father. I did not understand most of the phrases she used, and the book’s recipes meant nothing to me. But from what I understand she was telling me the treatments were unproven, and she could not manage to get all the correct ingredients. She wasn’t sure what effect her treatments may have had on my father. We fear her attempts to lift this curse have only bound it all the more to him. After she had explained all she could, she once again told me to leave my home forever. She would not allow me to even say goodbye to my brothers. I am no more than a walking corpse to my family now. I have only one purpose now: to find my father. I must know if our fears are true or not. Edited by Ruari, May 13 2010, 03:11 PM.
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| Ruari | May 13 2010, 03:10 PM Post #3 |
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Entry Five 14th day of the Fourth Cycle Since my last entry I have changed three times. The transformation of this cycle came early, slightly before the full moon. It is becoming a more natural process for me. The pain seems less intense each time, and I am beginning to remember more from my nights as my darker side. I have even begun to enjoy the rush of strength and power during my time in that skin. I have also been searching for my father, or what remains of him. He taught me how to track animals when we hunted around our home, but he seems to be a ghost in these lands. I can never find a trace of his movements, and the only signs that he is still in the area are the shredded corpses of animals and the occasional human I find in the woods. I traded some hides for goods at a nearby village last week. It is the village my family has been trading with all my life. They have always treated me kindly, until this time. Mothers held their children away from me, and two armed guards trailed me during my brief stay. As I was leaving one of them stopped me and told me to be careful. They had heard rumors of a monster living in the woods which killed on sight. Tomorrow I will break up my camp and move a little further north. Maybe I am simply misjudging the range of this monster. Entry Six 22nd day of the Seventh Cycle Last night was a landmark in my development. I changed for the second time in a cycle, with nearly only a quarter of the moon in the sky. This event was much more draining than previous changes however, and I spent a significant amount of time gathering my strength. It felt as though it was my first transformation all over again. Once I started moving, I felt as though I were watching myself from outside my new body. I was heading somewhere with full conviction I needed to be there, but not sure why. I could not break from this invisible path. And then I saw him. I broke through some high brush and on the other side saw my father in werewolf form feasting on the flesh of a dead bear. My mind flashed back to that last night at home. To when he attacked me in this very form and placed this curse on me. I heard a long terrible howl of rage come from my chest before I watched my body fly at his. He only had time to look up at me before I was on him; ripping at his flesh with my sharp claws and tearing his muscles with bites. For a moment I believed him to be at my mercy. We fought for hours until shortly before daybreak. Our fight came to a conclusion as the last shrivel of the moon faded from sight behind the bright blue of the sky. I realize now I stood no chance in a fight with him in my state. I was still weakened from this second transformation, and he seemed to be possessed by some demonic strength. Finally I could withstand his attacks no more, and was forced to flee for my life. He let me run, seemingly content to stay with his kill and feed on that bear. I now know it to be true: my father is dead. All that is left to do is to kill this beast for the evil it has spread. Edited by Ruari, May 13 2010, 03:11 PM.
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| Ruari | May 18 2010, 07:34 PM Post #4 |
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Entry Seven 3rd day of the 11th Cycle I have had several fights with my father since my last entry. It is difficult for me to remember this journal when I am constantly on the alert for an attack from him. Since my last entry I cannot help but feel he has been stalking me. He knows I am a threat, and it seems he is determined to eliminate me and claim this region for himself. I occasionally contemplate leaving and allowing him to have what he wishes, but every time I feel ready to give up the fight I find another of his massacres. I cannot allow this mindless monster to go on. He must be stopped! I know of no other way than to end him. And so I have set out to do so. We fought two nights ago while I was in human form this time. He stumbled into a trap I laid for game. I heard the snap of the branch supporting the trap, and found him lying on the ground with the sharp wooden spear through his left leg. I made the mistake of assuming him to be defeated. He caught me as I raised my sword to finish him, and swept me off my footing. I struggled with him for my life. I had thought he had me until I was able to grasp my dagger and drive it into his shoulder blade. He ran off in a howl of pain. I must say despite my own damaged state, I cracked a smile at his pain. Entry Eight 20th day of the 11th Cycle It is over. I tracked him by the trail of blood for days until he was able to close up the wound. But he still crashed through the forest, leaving an obvious trail behind him. He has also been unable to hunt more than the occasional unfortunate animal which stood in his path. The wound to his shoulder had crippled any hope he had of survival. Once I found him, I knew what had to be done. In minutes I had finished my quest for revenge. My sword was stained the dark crimson of his blood and my clothes were splattered with the chunks of flesh which stuck to me in my rage. I have cleaned up since that night, and feel free for the first time in nearly a year. I no longer feel hunted every time I let my eyes close. Yet I am still plagued by a feeling of overwhelming guilt. What am I? A creature which hunted his father down like a beast for a year! A terror and a shame to my family! What is left for this life? |
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