Kidnapped by a werewolf

[Angeltears]

The sound of the door opening and then closing woke Crystal from her sleep. What time was it, she thought as she rubbed her blue eyes and turned looking at her alarm clock. It was midnight or close enough too it, which meant Julian would have left only half an hour ago. Leaving her to sleep and regain her energy after the blood loss. Julian was a vampire and her friend. She knew what he was and she didn't mind, she even offered him her blood. That was why he had been over. He had come over to spend the first part of the night with her and to tell her he was going away for a few days. There were lovers in a way they would spend evening together some times making love sometimes just cuddling and chatting. Quiet often he would feed from her taking what she offered and giving her pleasure in return. Crystal knew she wasn't the only one he drank from and she knew that she wasn't his only lover she was not that foolish to believe that.

"Julian," she called out to the rest of her small apartment. If it was Julian then what would have brought him back. Slipping from her bed she ran a hand through her wavy long brown hair and headed to the bedroom door in a tank top and a pair of boy's shorts that she usually wore to bed. "Julian, is that you? Did you forget something?" she called again, heading into the small living room. She stopped by the light switch and hit the switch. There standing in her living room was not Julian, but someone else someone she didn't know but she had a feeling she didn't want to know. "Who are you?" she demanded slowly moving back towards her bedroom.

((Looking for someone to play a werewolf, who is seeking revenge on the vampire Julian. He followed Julian to Crystal place and waited till Julian left before entering, his plan was to see what he found in the apartment and then decide how to get his revenge on the vampire. His thoughts were heading towards killing the vampires blood source, but changes his mind instead kidnapping her))

 

[Angeltears]

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[swordandsandle]

Yoor.

Yes, that's who he was, Yoor of the *soft snort**Scratch shoulder* pack. He had smelled him, the White One, the man who had so many times taken their woman and drained them dry. Oh, they diden't know exactly what he'd looked like, and nearly anybody with half a mind could sneak up on the weak as a kittian and dumb as a post litter factories of their pack. Heck, half the time his Alpah, Beloof, tried to mate with them, he ended up killing them. But that was different, they where his to do with as he pleased. This White One had no right to them.

It had been Yoors duty to seek out this White One, and he had done so under his human guiese for days now, tracking him to this building many times. He knew that he kept coming back here for some reason, something he had a claim to. That is where they would strike him, just where he had struck them.

He stood hunched there in the living room, three querters transformed so he appered as an anthroform wolf, black fur drapping over his heavy muscles. Crouched, he was roughly 5' 11, but at full standing his anthroform would reach roughtly seven feet. The sudden change in light finnaly showed exactly what he'd heard and smelled, somebody else was in this building. Somebody who smelled of the White One.

Drawing his face into a snarl, he snapped around and quickly darted at her, snapping one of his arm under her shoulder and lifting her up into her air. Taking his other paw, he he placed in threatingly over her face, claws at the ready. "Don't make a sound," he whispered in an oddly smooth, but still weathed, voice.

 

[Angeltears]

There was something wrong with the person in her living room. As Crystal slowly continued to move back she realized what was wrong with him, he had fur, it was not clothes but fur that covered his body. Then it faced her with a snarl and she gasped, everything inside her telling her to run. Yet before the thought to turn even formed he was on her. She felt herself lifted off her feet and she came face to face with a claws, causing a scream to race up her throat, but she silenced it when the owner of the claws whispered to her.

Slowly she nodded her head showing that she wouldn't make a sound. Her body trembling within his hold, she finally got a good look at what held her and knew what he was. Werewolf she thought, remembering stories that Julian had told her of werewolves. He had always liked to tell her stories of creature that were supposed to only be real in books, but in truth lived in the real world hiding amongst humans.

Would the werewolf know Julian had been here, not that long ago. Was that why he was here? Was he looking for Julian. Crystal wanted to move her head to hide the bite marks on her neck that had almost vanished now, but where still a little visible. They would have been gone by the morning so no one would of know, what she got up to at night. Fear that he would take it as her trying to get away stopped her from moving all together.

 

[swordandsandle]

"That's a good girl," he let his jaws slip open in a yellow-toothed grin. He diden't want to kill this girl just yet, although he had always wondered what would happen if he cut a human juggler. Would the blood just seep out, or would it come out in a geyser? His paw twitched over he neck, trying to hold in his exictment. This girl had something the White One wanted, but what?

She was so helpless, haning up there in the air, her little life easy enough to snuff out if she displeased him. It reminded him of something he'd heard a long time ago.

Others may be smarter then you, or richer, or better looking, but just remember that he who has the power to kill will always rule over those who do not.

Life.

Then it hit him, darting his eyes down to her neck for a moment, he saw the tiny puncture holes, the all too familer evidence of the White One's attacks. "So, you're his blood doll, aren't you.? Just an obedant little buffet, waiting until he grows bored and sucks you dry. Maybe I shoulden't give him the chance."

Her flesh was so soft, parting agenst his own wilderness toned body. He could have just crushed her right there, pressing her ribcage until it shattered, peirceing her fragile heart. That would have ended the problem right then and there, but maybe.

"I'm going to tell you exactly what we're going to do meat ," he slowly started walking backwards towards the door, still holding her dead to rights. "We're going to go on a little trip, back to my pack. I may have the right to kill you where I stand, but we'll see wheather The Alpha thinks you'll make a better hostage. You are to make no sounds, or move a muscle. If you do, I may have to reconcider your lease on life."

Lifting her along with him, the two ran off into the cold night, the chill not reaching him through his pelt. While he'd rather have just eaten her then and there, he did have obligations; the litter factories and pups got to eat first. But who knows, maybe the others had a good hunt tonight...

 

[Angeltears]

Flinching as his paw twitched above her throat, she thought that he would kill her there and then. She knew with one rip of his claws her throat would be ripped open. A tear run down the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks. Never had she been so frightened. Julian had never frightened her as much as this werewolf did now.

Crystal saw his eye move to her neck and she knew he had seen Julian's bite marks. His words stung as he spoke them and she clenched her teeth even though she was afraid of him it didn't stop the anger. She was not a meal to Julian, he would never hurt her or suck her dry as the wolf put it. Fear made her bite her tongue where she would usually yell at anyone who would say such things.

Her eyes wide as he started to move and spoke of going back to his pack. Not wanting for him to kill her nor to be taken away as a hostage against Julian, she remained still. That was except for the trembling that still shook her body, that she couldn't control.

Then he stole her away from her home and into the cold night. Dressed as she was the part of her flesh that was bared to the night air rose in goose bumps. Yet she was not completely cold, the heat that radiated from the wolf as he ran with her, seeped into her skin. As he ran she could not help but wonder if she would live through this and if Julian would somehow find and rescue her.

Her hopes where not high for either outcome.

 

[swordandsandle]

There was something intresting about hunting humans. Everything else, they fought until their heart stopped beating, flailing and struggling agenst your grip until they finally went limp. Yet, a human didden't. They seemed to , accept it.

Werewolf phiosophy, not something most people knew of.

He ran, ran deep into the woods, scattering the few still concous creatures as he went. Slowly, surly, it seemed as though the sounds and sites of civilization slowly faded away, leaving only nature's calm serentiy. It seemed as though they had run for nearly two hours into the woods, the whole time his prey compiantly set up agenst him, when they turned the last bend and arrived in the pack's camp.

The first noticable feature was that there wasen't a female in sight. At least, as far as anybody could tell with the whole pack in their most natural feeling anthroforms. They all stood tall, at least 6'(but none who seemed taller then himself), and had a the muscle tone that no athlete could ever match, only slightly covered by their uniform raven black fur. Yet, they walked with a controdicting posture, there head to the ground, silent except for the light tapping of paws. The whole place was made up of longhouses; wooden walled with feathers and furs drapping the top, running along in rows, and a great stone carving of a majestic wolf's head, with eyes that seemed to glow with a life of it's own. A few fires could be seen, squrils, birds, deer, and others being attened on the spit by simeraly sullen wolfs. Something wasen't right, and Yoor let his eyes wander as he walked farther in, glancing over in the direction of one of the farther back longhouses. Where was The Alpha?

It was so painfully obvious when he finnaly looked up. The Alpha, perhaps a 40 year old man in his human form, sat atop the stone carving of The Great Alpha. He could feel something flaring up; the carving was sacrad! Not even The Alpha was supposed to touch it unless...

 

[Angeltears]

Being still too afraid to move as they ran it left Crystal with only really one other thing to do and that was think, particular think of a way to escape. Julian had told her he was going away, she did not know if that meant far away or just far enough so that he wouldn’t be able to come back and see her as often as he usually did. Nor did she know if had been planning on leaving this night or tomorrow night. With these uncertainties hanging over her she knew she could not rely on his appearance to help her. This meant that if she got the chance to escape she had to take it.

To try and escape now would be possibly instant death, for he moved quicker than she could and it would take one slice of a claw to slice her open possibly. So that left when he finally let go of her, which he had to do some time, didn’t he? So she would run as soon as she could, run and hide. No not hide, she doubted that she would be able to hide from the wolf, for that matter she doubted her ability to run from him either. But she would rather run and be killed that way than not try and be led to the slaughter like a lamb.

They must have arrived at where his pack was because he slowed. Looking around her, yet trying not to move she took at the area that seemed to be a camp ground of sorts. There were more of them like him, werewolves spread through the place, and she knew this would reduce her chances of escaping yet it didn’t seem to extinguish her desire to try.

Then she saw the carving of the wolf head and her breath caught, it was truly amazing. Her eyes seemed to lock onto its eyes and she could not bring herself to look away from them. There was something about the carving’s eyes that held her, something she couldn’t shake until she felt a change in the one that held her. Had he just tensed against her, what had changed from as second ago? Scolding herself she was supposed to be focusing on her surroundings, not staring at carvings. Maybe she could use this change to her advantage?

 

[swordandsandle]

He looked back up, The Alpha still sitting on the rock, and then back down at the little skirt he held in his hands.

And he smiled.

It wasen't a sick, savage smile. No, this was one of joy. It was then that the other wolves started to look up, taking in the strange scent, and seeing his prey they too, smiled.

The mass movement caught the eye of The Alpha, who moved as though he had not been awake for days. After he'd streched out his muscles, he leaped down off the rock, landing with his inhuman grace on all fours, all the while staring at him and his prize. It was as if the houses themselves where focusing in on him, the she-wolves and their pups somewhere growing quite. The Alpha approched, silently, regally, just as one would expect a leader to, down the main dirt path of the camp. TIme seemed to stand still, the whole world centering in on the two of them, and the distance between them. Then, finally, they stood face to face, Yoor standing about 3 inches shourter then his leader.

Taking a moment to clear his throught, The Alpha spoke. "Many ages ago, long before the first cites where to arise, The Great Alpha decended upon this land," he voice sounded deep, hollow, as though someone else was speaking through him. "And he brought with him 100 sons, all strong and clever, and he told them to spread out amongest the earth. Taking the weaker half of humankind for their pleasure, the 100 sons each sired their own 100 sons, and from one of them, the strongest and cleverist, was destined to sire his own sons, and so it has been for each generation. Yet, sometimes the Alpha sons would die before they had sired a pack, and with that another of his distant cousions would be visited, and his sons would be sent out to seek the weaker half of mankind, just his anceint precedors had done. This evening, at midnight, such a thing occured, and my sons where to take leave of me and seek their prey. Some have, others have stayed to morn the lose, but you are the one who has come back first, with his prize alive and still. You shall soon take on the title of Alpha, my son."

His eyes, previously a hazy grey, seemed to clear up when he finished speaking, staring with a heartfelt pride. His son, though still young, was to bring a new pack into the world, and he himslef would sire 200 grandsons. "Set her down," he asked simply, and with speed Yoor obeied, although she still was surronded by a group of 48 werewolves. Placing his hand onto Yoor's shoulder, The Alpha began to whisper a few words none of them could understand, and the strangest thing happened.

Now, one thing nobody knows about werewolves, they are naturally born with very small peckers. No, really, maybe an inch long, at best, and never errected. Why bother? Alphas were the only males allowed to breed anyway. Yet, with these strange words, Yoor could feel a firey senstation on his crotch, as his dick began to grow. Never before had this sensation struck him, the flesh seeming to swell both out and forward, stiffening from the sensation, yet buidling past that. During the minute time period, he stood there, confused, when finnally, the sensation winked out as his new, breeding ready 10 inch member pocked into the flesh of the girl before him.

The sound of 100 unborn sons whimpered in him, waiting to be born. Yet, he would have to wait. Their where other things that needed to be attended too first. The Alpha, nodding sternly, reluctently retired to his longhouse, farthest down the track. The rest of the wolves mearly kept staring; this was the power of The Great Alpha, and a never before heard of event, the formation of a new pack. The majiesty of it all...

"Praise him," Yoor did his best to hold back his tears of joy. "Praise him,"

 

[Angeltears]

Looking at the wolf that held her, she met his eyes and saw him smile. Her stomach fluttered at the sight of that smile, it was not what she had expected. It wasn't a threatening twisted smile, but a smile that if she wasn't mistaken was of true happiness. What would make the wolf smile like that?

Suddenly she was aware that the gaze of all the other werewolves was on them. Before she could worry about the gaze of the others, the gaze of one in particular caught her attention. This one was different she didn't know how but she just knew as she watched him head towards them. Crystal wanted to shrink away from all this attention. When the one start moved towards them stopped and started to speak, she listened. Her eyes grew wider the more she heard and a sick sinking feeling rose up in her. Prize, Alpha, 100 sons, these where words that stuck in her head. Did that mean what she thought that meant, no it couldn't be this wasn't happening.

As she was trying to understand what she had heard, she suddenly found herself on her feet. Stilling as she was torn between moving away from the one that had brought her and staying away from the others that watched them. Not knowing what was happening as the two wolves stood together, one whispering to the other. She took her chance to look around taking in everything and quickly deciding that she was going to try and make a run for it now that he wasn't holding onto her. As she worked up the courage to finally do it she felt something poke against her and it took her as second to work out what it was from the where it poked her and felt her heart skip a beat.

Crystal whimpered slightly as she watched the taller wolf walk away. Now she had to go now, while her capture seemed distracted. She wasn't going to stand here and be made use off as ...... as ........ no she wasn't going to think of it. Don't think just run, she told herself. Now, she yelled in her head and took off running. Not knowing how far she would get, not far with no shoes on and how fast they moved but she kept running.

 

[swordandsandle]

... Seriously, he knew woman where stupid, but he diden't know they where THAT stupid.

Well, to be perfectly fair, all woman weren't stupid. Only werewolf woman where stupid, seeming to have roughly the intellgence of a squirrl. Then again, looking at the way she ran off into a pack of werewolves started to make him question weather the double X wasen't a deadly combination. Sure, these weren't the biggest or best in the pack, those where still out hunting for woman of their own, who would subsequently be cerimonously devourered, but they where still werewolves. Before she even got out of the main camp, one had grabbed her by her hanging hair, another by her arms, and a third dove and knocked her legs out from under her, while another grabbed her legs and lifted her flat into the air. Now, every limb of her body bound, all she could do was wait.

The Alpha had not noticed, he simply continued walking stodicly. Yoor looked his prey in the eyes with a mixture of curiousity and disappointment, as well as some feeling her coulden't quite identify. She was lucky he'd found her when he did; if they'd come much later she'd have had herself chopped up on the spot and cooked for the cerimonal dinner. Sure, nobody in the pack had ever cooked the prober receipes before, but surly it woulden't be that hard. Meat was meat, after all. But, now, her name would go down the annuals of history, as the mother of a whole Pack, one of the most important people in his culture. Every one of her needs would be attended too, she would even be allowed to walk among him in the world of the humans once she'd born her first litter. NOt only that, but she would not be drained by the White ONe, who had done so to so many before her.

"I believe," Yoor said, raw confidance and energy replacig the skills he would need to learn to be an effective leader. "Their are certain preperations nessicery to corinate and Alpha Female. Please preform these while I prepare myself for tonight.

Yoor, trying but failing to look regal, marched off to his longhouse, and the entire camp sprung into activity. Books were dragged out of the nessicery places, small groups fo werewolves chattering in the wolven tounge. The three werewolves carrying Crystal took her into one of the nearby longhouses, and proceed to tie her , spread eagle, out of the wide, wooden table taking up the whole center. Grabbing wooden jars and brushs, they began painting over her face, her lower legs, and her outer arms, scenes of the wilderness and some sort of rune she coulden't indetnify, consulting leather books the whole way through, talking loudly in there wolven tounge.

 

[Angeltears]

Crystal cried out as someone grabbed her hair and before she could turn around and try and fight free she felt another one grab her arm. Then suddenly her legs were out from under her and she felt someone grab her legs and she found herself back in the air. Struggling against their holds she tried to kick out with her feet and wiggle and squirm against their holds, but they tightened there hold and she could barley move now. "Let me go," she said to them but they didn't pay any attention to her.

Her eyes met the one that had captured her and she started at him. Begging him with her eyes to let him go, the fear in her eyes also had a sharp edge of anger and determination. As he gave the other wolves and order and then left she tried and failed at struggling. She didn't want to become Alpha Female, she wanted nothing to do with the werewolves and she didn't like the sound of what she had heard before. Noise around her grew though she didn't understand what was being said as the wolves took her into a house.

Soon Crystal found herself tied to a table and spread eagle. When they started to paint things on her she tried to squirm but the restraints where tight and she couldn't move. "Please let me go," she begged, she wanted to cry but she fought back the tears, she wouldn't show them how scared she was. She begged again raising her voice over there talk, which she still couldn't understand. "If you don't let me go, my friend who is a vampire will come looking for me and he will find you all and hurt you. Please let me go and I won't tell him you took me, please...." she begged hoping that using Julian as a threat might make them reconsider this. Though she didn't know if using the fact that she was friends with a vampire had been a wise thing to do or a very bad mistake.

 

[swordandsandle]

Now, how am I supposed to use this thing?

Yoor was sitting, crosslegged, in the dark confines of his simple longhouse. From the sun seeping in through the ceiling, he could see the burning, veiny,10 inch organ sprouting out of him, ready to do, something. He'd touched it, it felt solid, but good. Still, he wasen't quite sure exactly what exactly the process of breeding involved. They said, once it was imminate, his body would tell him what to do. Still, it did feel a bit embarising to know he had an Alpha's body but not an Alpha's mind.

"Maybe, gahhhh." This was torture. Why was there all this ceremony involved? He could already here the first few of the older werewolves coming back, growling in disappointment and the muffled screams of their prey as the throuts were cut. Thankfully, that woulden't have to be him out there, roasting flesh and attempting to memorize the ancenint chants. No, he had two hours to contimplate what exactly he was getting into before he had anything to do. Just him and this, thing.

"It will be worth it."
---

The three wolves all stopped painting at percisly the same time, just as she mentioned the word vampire. They turned to her, hate in their eyes, and mutter one thing in the human touge before returing to their work.

"White One must die"

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About an hour and a half later, the painting was done, all clearly within the area of the skin she had been exposing. The Alpha Female of a new Pack was sacrad, the only woman in the history of that pack to hold intellgence, and they must respect her for that. Still, they had wanted to hurt her. Mentioning the White One, if she had been anybody else....

Still, they had a duty to do, taking her out still bound in her her ropes and their hands. They had one more task to do before the cerimonies began. One more wolf approched, carrying what appered to be a black powder. The mear scent of it sent shivers up their spine, for it was a powerful drug of rare power. Once cosumed, it slowly seeped into a person's system and, after six hours, would drive the person's sexual inhabitons down to almost nothing. It was used in these situations becuse the prey sometimes wasen't exactly all into it.

THe wolf stood before her, held her mouth open, and blew the powder inside, quickly snapping her jaw shut and holding it tightly so it would have time to be absorbed.

 

[Angeltears]

Crystal froze when all three gazes focused on her. She thought she had been afraid before but that was nothing compared to what she felt at under their gaze. The next thing they said she understood clearly. White One must die, she knew that the White One was Julian, there was no mistaking that, because the one that had captured her had said the same thing when he had seen Julian's bite mark. She had made a mistake in mentioning Julian, it didn't help her only seemed to make her captors more angry.

There had been sounds coming from outside the house, it was only now that she was starting to make out the sounds. There was growling and to Crystals horror she heard screams. This time she couldn't stop the tears trailed down her cheeks as the sounds continued. So she lay there as they continuing to paint her, hoping that she would wake up from nightmare and that the screams would stop.

Finally she was lifted off the table though she was still bound she looked down at herself and saw that they had covered every part of her in paintings. Watching as another wolf approached them she eyed the container with black powder in it. There was a feeling around her and she was sure one of the wolves holding her trembled. What were they going to do with the powder? Glaring at the wolf she pulled back her head when he reached up but he grabbed her and held her mouth open. He blew the powered into her mouth and before she could spit it out he snapped her mouth shut so she couldn't do anything to get the stuff out of her mouth. What had they done? What was that stuff? Struggling against the ropes and the holding hand she tried to get her mouth open. But the longer she struggled the more she knew that even if she could get her mouth open there would be nothing to spit out.

 

[swordandsandle]

"Father, am I really ready?"

ALl he was doing was talking to empty space. One hour, one and a half hours, one and three-querters hours, it seemed to drag on for eternity. Perhaps that was the point, to learn if he had the willpower to suceed or not. It would take something, something like this. Gahh, if only he knew how to handle this thing, maybe he'd have some confidance, but he diden't.

---

After holding her mouth shut for minutes on end, the wolf finnaly let her go, the whole does having dissolved in her throut. "Keep struggling, we like out prey like that." he spoke flat, slightly accented. "You'll know your place soon enough.

Ten minutes, they knew it. Ten minutes, and the celebration could began. The smell of the flesh finishing it's roasting waffed through the air, a few test beats could be heard off the drums, and the chanting finnaly seemed to have harmonized. Now, they would hold her here, until he would return from his isolation, and they could finnaly enjoy themselves.

 

[Angeltears]

When the wolf finally let her mouth go, she opened it wide and started spluttering trying to get whatever it was out of my mouth. But nothing comes out and I know that whatever it was had dissolved and I started to panic. What had it been? What was they black stuff supposed to do?

She freezes when he says keep struggling. "What are you going to do with me?" she demanded. Not struggling because she didn't want her struggling to bring attention to the others wolves. A smell started to fill the area, the smell of cooking meat. Her imagination joined the screams and then smell together and the idea made her stomach drop and she felt like she was going to be sick.

"What did you give me? What will it do to me? Why can't you just let me go?" she asked the one that gave her the power. "Please tell me!"

 

[swordandsandle]

"You will know soon enough," the wolf just kept staring at her, a hint of anger flaring in his eyes. "Once you've had your first litter, you'll learn everything there is to know. Until then, we can't exactly trust you."

Taking a deep sniff, he let his tounge absentmindedly run his lips. "The feast smells about done. I suppose any other prizes will just be served raw. I do love a good heart..." he let his voice trail off, looking into the distance the whole time. "I suppose he should be arriving about, now."

After about 20 seconds of akward silance, everybody staring at the door of Yoor's longhouse, the man emerged. Yet, he looked different; the fur was smoothed down a bit, he had a few tribal markings of his own sketched across his face, his eyes still a bit distressed, and if you looked close enough you would noticed he'd knawed off the tips of some of his claws. "Very, good." That diden't come out right. While he looked the part, his voice definatly sounded with a hesitation completly out of his role. "I suppose it is time to eat now, let use feast!"

The whole tribe started decending on the main road, carring with them plates heaped with different cooked body parts. One plater held arms, another legs, a third some kind gut, and so on and so forth. They where all set down in the center, the werewolves set themselves to the side, and the Alpha could once again be seen walking down the street, between the line of plates and the wolves. Carefully, the three handed Crystal over to her capturier and, hunched, backed slowly out of the center. Only Yoor, the powder bearer, and the Alpha remained in the street, right next to the scent of roasted flesh.

"Just to let you know," he whispered down to her. "It isen't customery for you to eat if you don't want to. Even some of us can't choke this stuff down. Of course, I can't say the same about anybody inparticular," he directed this last coment in a dire tone, trying to inform her that she shoulden't try anything stupid.

 

[Angeltears]

“My first litt………..”Crystal started to say but seeing the anger she saw in his eyes she snapped her mouth shut. She already had the three holding her angry with her and now she had another. If she kept angering they might just forget about why they were keeping her alive and kill her now, letting her join those that she had heard screaming before. A gasp slipped from her lips as she watched him lick his lips and for a second she thought she had already reached that point. But he instead spoke off a feast and turned his attention away from her. Raw …..heart…. her mind wasn’t handling this all to well and she started to feel faint.

Her eyes went to were every one seemed to be staring and then she saw her capture leave the house they watched and she knew they were waiting for him. There was something different about him, his fur was different she thought and there were marks on his face. At his words of lets feast Crystal flinched half excepting them to turn on her and start eating her. No they wouldn’t eat her they had other things planned for her like birthing a litter….. Oh my god ……….. Save her from this nightmare.

If the ideas running through her head didn’t give her nightmares then what she saw next would and it would stay with her forever. Plates with human parts on them where brought forth and set down. The screaming …….. she thought and then suddenly felt very numb. The urge to vomit up what little she had for dinner came and she felt herself gag slightly. Then came the urge to faint, just pass out and convince herself this was all a dream and wake up and find herself in her own bed. But that feeling came and went and she couldn’t tare her eyes away from the cooked meat that had been humans.

When her holders passed her to the one that had brought her to this nightmare, she didn’t even flinch didn’t even fight. When he whispered to her she looked up at him her face drained completely of color and her eyes wide in total fear. If there had been relief in his reassurance that she didn’t have to eat what was on those plates then it was consumed by the numbness. She also heard the threat in his words and slowly nodded, she had no plans on doing anything stupid now. "I won't do anything stupid," she whispered even though he hadn't mentioned the word stupid she figured that was what he meant.

 

[swordandsandle]

"That's a good girl," he kept his face blank. Damm it, what was his missing? When did one get that "ahh" factor, the thing that made others walk with there head turned down? "Father," he asked as The Alpha approched, still seeming as high and mighty as ever. "Is this really neccicery? My mate does not feel," he paused, looking for the right word to make him seem concerned rather then unsure. "comfortable around our meal."

The Alpha paused before him, looking a bit quizical. He whispered something to the powder bearer, who simply shrugged in responce. "It is nessicery, my son. Please, sit down." Yoor dutifully obied, dragging Crystal down with him. He may be a leader soon, but not yet.

There was no big speech, nothing truely ceremonial about the meal, other then just a celebration. The pack went into it as soon as the ALpha sat himself down, although they did so with surprisingly good manners. Taking each item carefully, they tore off small peices and chewed throughly enjoying the flavor. Yoor himself, still sick to his stomch and having to hold his prey in his lap, diden't even go for something vaugely recongnizable, trying to avoid getting puked over and having to keep one hand around her at all times. He reached for something that might have once been a liver, although it had been smashed into a semi-gooey sausage shape, and bit into it absentmiddedly, watching as one of the wolves grabbed an armful of arms to carry over to the lady den. Yoor had only seen werewolf woman a few times in his life, and they clearly diden't show any signs of intellgence. They diden't even have the capablity to shift out of wolf form, although they could babble a few phrases in their races tough, and had a structure different from the ordianry wolves. Sorry things, truely.

 

[Angeltears]

It surprised Crystal when her captor mentioned her comfortableness about what they considered a meal. She hoped that his father would say she could be taken away or something that would get her away from the sight of these plates. But she had no such luck and instead was dragged into his lap as he sat down as told.

Watching in horror as the other wolves started to eat the bits of humans. Crystal couldn't take it so she closed her eyes. It didn't help because even with her eyes closed she saw the plates behind her eyelids. Opening her eyes she wouldn't look up so she looked at her own lap. Looking down she saw his arm wrapped around her holding her in his lap so she guessed she wouldn't run away. She had no intention of running away not while the wolves were eating and not after she saw what they were eating, she didn't want to end up on one of those plates.

Catching a glance of the one holding her grab something and take a bite of it, she was sort of relieved that it wasn't a arm or something like that but it looked like a sausage, yet she felt her stomach revolt slightly as she realized it must have once been part of a human too. Her eyes quickly refocused on her lap and she tuned out all sounds of eating. Focusing only on herself she realized that there was something large and hard pressed against her ass. Without thinking of the position she was in she wiggled slightly to position herself so it wouldn't push against her so .

Then she froze remembering that she had felt the same poking feeling before and what it was. She had just been rubbing her ass against the wolf's cock and it was big from what she could tell. Before she had been too busy preparing to flee to pay too much attention to it but now that she had no plans on running and she needed to distract herself from the feast she could help but consider the thing poking into her. She had never felt one that big before and as her mind turned to what the other wolf had said she realized that they planned on her getting closer to this huge cock. That thought made her whimper, yet in the back of her mind past the numbing fear a small part of her wanted that. Where had that thought came from?

 

[swordandsandle]

Yoor haden't been paying much attention to his surrondings. At the risk of sounding groan-worthy, he felt as though he'd bit off more then he could chew. Not, of course, of liver, but of responsablity. He was still fairly young and, outside of the pomp and ceremony of it all, diden't know exactly what it was an Alpha actually did. Oh, some of the things where fairly obvious; the ceremonies, the organization of intra-pack meetings, but others just, well, diden't fit. And it all had to do with this...

That thought turned his attention back to his, thing. It felt, good. Maybe this was part of being an Alpha. Maybe, just maybe, there was something about these females that he diden't quite understand, something only a full Alpha could. "Are you, um, ok?" he whispered to her as he swallowed the last of his liver. "That kind of tickles." Man, if he diden't sound so impressed...


The meal went on for maybe an hour after that, Yoor occasionally grabbing a gut or three. Vomit diden't wash out of the skin very well, and he knew that human females tended to be rather squmish. Still, there was no doupt they tasted better then men, which is why when humans here hunted, which was rather rare, they went after the woman. When the whole thing had finnaly finished, the area awash in blood and tiny shreds, and littered with casually discarded bones, the tribe set itself to silance, as a few rose up and began to chant in the wolven tounge. Although it diden't exactly have a translation into any human idea, the deep, emotional, fatherly content was clear enough in their tones and faces. They sat there, intranced, as the time widdled on, the performance a magic of it's own kind

 

[Angeltears]

Crystal had thought there might be a chance that he wouldn't have noticed she had been wiggling in his lap but that had been stupid thing to think. For crying out loud she had been rubbing against his cock of course he was going to notice, he was male after all. "Sorry," she whispered. Then looked at him at his second remark. Tickles, it tickles this amused her though she knew she shouldn't find it amusing at all and what was that she had heard in his voice. Crystal realised to her surprise that the numbness was slowly slipping away from inside her.

Continuing to keep her eyes down in her lap she wouldn't let herself look up no mater what she heard. Even when her captor reached for something she would focus very hard on her hands. As the feast continued she didn't know what it was but she started to relax against the wolf that held her. Maybe she had finally had too much and her body was shutting down. Yet it didn't feel like she sleepy, in fact she felt wide awake. What was wrong with her?

Leaning back against the wolf she noticed that the sound of eating seemed to have stopped. Willing herself to look up she saw that everything had been eaten. Seeing the blood and the bones made her tremble and she felt herself pull back closer to the wolf. Quickly averting her eyes again she looked up at the wolf holding her. He still scared her yet there was something about him that had changed, something about the warm body at her back.

Her thoughts were torn away from the wolf behind her to the wolves before her as they began to chant something that she didn't understand. Watching them she felt herself stare at them. They held her attention the way the carving of the wolf's head had held her. There song seeming to wash through her. "Wow," she whispered in amazement.

 

[swordandsandle]

"It is rather enchanting, isen't it?" It felt good inside, knowing she was finnaly starting to calm down. "Long ago, in the final days before the Great Alpha left his sons to join the spirts, he wrote most of this. It is a poam, declaring his love for each of his sons and there sons in turn. Negga, Trev, Xi, Vour; he is the one to whom I owe life, and many others." he silenced himself for awhile, letting her enjoy the chant, pressing her into him slightly. Although she had no fur, it nearly felt as though she did, as soft as she was. Maybe this was becuse he had never touched a calm female before? Something only an Alpha might know."

Suddenly, the mood in the chant changed. The soft, nurturing tone turned into one of sorrow, and the chanters almost seemed to weep as the words of their forefather where pronounced. "After the praise of his hundred sons, comes the morning of those lines who have passed away. In our history, we have lost 17 of the origonal lines, and 31 of those who have gone through a process like we will, to replace a lost pack. Don't cry, please." Perhaps that had not been the best advice to give. He might have been able to count on her, for she could not understand the words being said, but to deep pit that seemed to have been carved into the world he let himself slip, dropping a few tears of his own. Nothing could be worse then a father watching a whole pack of his children sink into nothingness.

"Still, it isen't all bad." he finnaly rallied himself as the chanters paused, and the drums started to send out deep, skin tingling beats. "Once the songs of waiting have been plaied, there will be the welcoming of the new sons & daughters. Tommarow, I shall see the Great Alpha, and he will write a verse for us there, and save us a place in the afterworld. I do not know exactly what it is in your culture, but there is no great honor for out kind."

The drums kept on, the occasional intrument being added to the repetative beat; a flute, a digeredo, a maracca, a gong, all of handmade craft that actually sounded quite mellow when the whole corpse started. Then, suddenly, it all stopped, and the chanting began again, this time bright, hopeful, like a warm blanket settling over the whole village.

 

[Angeltears]

Slowly Crystal nodded it was enchanting. Then she listened in wonder as he explained the poems origin. Sitting there listening to the chant she couldn't be sure but she thought she felt the wolf's hold on her tighten slightly, holding her closer. They had her too enthralled to consider this more so she let it go and closed her eyes just listening to the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. Then it changed and she opened her eyes looking from the wolves that sung to the one that held her. Watching him she felt sadness for the wolves even thought they had scared her before and she was sure a few or maybe all of them hated her. Yet the story she was told still saddened her. She felt the tears start to well yet she thought them back but she knew they were there for who could listen to such a thing and not shed a tear. Unless they were heartless and Crystal was not heartless.

Crystal saw the tears the wolf shed and she felt the urge to reach up and wipe them away. Her hand fluttered to do so when she stopped herself, questioning why she felt inclined to. The other was how her action would be taken. Before she could make a move he spoke again and her hand fell back to her lap. The music had changed again and the moment passed as he spoke of son and daughters to the sound of drums. Crystal didn't know what to make of what he said, she understood it, yet part of her couldn't accept it. She was an ordinary human she couldn't do what they wanted of her, she couldn't replace a pack. Then there was the voice in the back of her head the one that she was starting to believe was the reason she was relaxed, the one that was giving her thoughts of things she would never have believed she could or would have laughed if she had.

It was this voice that whispered that she could do this and that this was right. That to have a place in the wolf's afterworld was what she was destined for, she was needed. Crystal found herself still looking at the one that held her, as the chants began again brighter than before stealing the sadness away. Since meeting Julian she had wanted to know more about the hidden world. Now she found herself in the center of it she didn't quite know what to do or what to make of it, she was torn. "What happens now?" she whispered to him, scared to raise her voice any more than a whisper incase she interrupted the chanting. Her eyes showed no fear as they had before only indecision and confusion.

 

[swordandsandle]

I've been running the thread for awhile, so lets see what you can come up with!

Please ignore heading, I decided agenst it

" To be perfectly honest," the music ended almost inside the last beat and set the camp into an akward silence. "I'm not quite sure. Our pack has only had the pleasure of attempting this once before, a few centuries ago, and from what I've heard one of the queens got too hungery and..." he let the idea sink into her own imagination. It was probebly better that way.

For the next few minutes, everybody seemed confused. THey just sat there, still enjoying the fond memories of the sounds they had just heard, waiting for somebody to do something. Yoor looked down at his prize, then to The Alpha, who was just as caught up in everything as the rest of them. "Just, keep still," he dropped his tone so it was only barly audiable, not wanting to tick off somebody still in the trance. "Something will happen eventually."

Thus began the long wait, nearly half an hour in utter silence before the others drew themselves out of their stuperior. Then came the grunts and growl, trying to wake up various sleeping limbs, and the whole thing actually was rather amusing to watch, so many people stiff and uncomfortable. The last to awaken, roughly three queters of an hour along the way, was the Alpha, the oldest among them, and then the stragest thing yet happened...

Regaining his regal postion, although the hand on his forehead clearly showed he had a killer headache, The Alpha approched Yoor and his prize, his gaze seeming to press into their very souls, and just stood there, a silent statue, eyes hazied, yet focused. More akward silence, and then he began to growl and sputter uncontrolably, casting small bits of saliva over them. This only lasted for a short while, however, as after only half a minute, he stopped, mouth slackjawed, and mumbled something in an almost infrasound key of the wolvien tough.

"Um," Yoor mentally ran the phrase , trying to make heads or tails of it. "I don't think their is an exact translation in any of the human tounges. THe closest I can get is something along the lines of Do not let your children wander in the darkness any longer"