《The Creator's Bloodline》"It's him! Run!
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Obedient, the wolves started pouring into the circular space around the huge tree. It’s just too crazy to imagine. The wolves were pouring in from every direction like water as they encircled Jedidiah and the rest.
In an attempt to defend themselves, Camille and her friends fought desperately for their lives. Same thing for Jedidiah and Osiris. Their backs were all back up against each other in defense positions ready to fight the werewolves.
In groups of five, the werewolves started attacking. It was devastating. The series of attacks from all angles quickly became overwhelming, this is because the multitudes of attacks were becoming increasingly hard to keep up with.
Due to this, the members of Camille’s group started falling apart quickly. Malia had suffered multiple scars and bruises from ripped flesh wounds. Jose was already dead due to being decapitated by a werewolf. Bright was on the brink of losing his right hand, and Camille was also becoming tired of the overwhelming force of the werewolves that were around them.
As time passed, Camille’s group was subconsciously separated. Each one, being surrounded by groups of werewolves who were relentlessly attacking.
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Jedidiah’s Perspective,
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“Why did the alpha get so mad? How did we get to this stage? Now, I’m surrounded by 5 hungry and vicious werewolves. How am I supposed to take care of all these wolves at once?” Jedidiah thought to himself as he sighed helplessly.
Of the 5 five werewolves that were around him. 2 were huge wolf-like werewolves, almost the size of the trees. Of these two; 1 had dark brown fur, and the other; a silverish fur coat.
The third werewolf was twice as tall as him; around 8-12 feet tall. It was humanoid looking; with a wolf head, human-shaped hands, and feet. Almost like a wolfman; a wolf with human stature. In addition, it also had a huge tail that ran from behind to the ground below.
The fourth wolf was a shadow wolf. It was weird-looking, to be honest. It was pitch black. Looking as though it was both in a solid and spiritual state at the same time. From an angle, it looked as though steam was coming out of the wolf’s body. From another angle, it looked as though the body of the wolf was present and real. It looked as though it was breathing and real.
However, from all these things, the one thing that stood out was its cool white eyes. The eyes of the shadow wolf were pure white; lacking any cornea or Iris. Its eyes were just white. Pure white.
Interestingly, the wolf could blink. For a wolf with these types of features, I thought it cool that the wolf could blink. At least, I know it’s somewhat real. Haha
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As for the fifth wolf, that one looked like a normal wolf. At least, it was a little bit bigger than a normal wolf. It had a reddish-brown coat, with beautiful amber eyes and a white diamond patch on its head.
Out of all the wolves which surrounded me, this werewolf was the most vicious; the fifth werewolf. Its teeth were small but pin-point sharp. Arranged together in rows of two. This alone is enough to strike fear into its prey. On top of that, the look on its eyes resembled that of a crazy maniac. Stern, fearless, and crazy; all of these emotions were displayed at a glance. It only took one good stare at these wolves' eyes for the hairs on my arm to start standing.
However, despite all of these mean and gruesome features, I still had to stand my ground. If I were to die like this, at least, I would die fighting for my life. As long as there was any chance of survival for me in the end, I would take it.
With that being said, I clenched my fist harder and got ready to rumble.
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As for Osiris, things were not looking so good for him. He was surrounded by shadow wolves, they were mercilessly attacking him. He could see the wolves attack, but he could barely defend himself or launch an offensive attack. Reason being because of the anatomy of the shadow wolves. The wolves have the ability to remain both shadowy and yet physical at the same time.
That means, Osiris could see the shadow wolves, but he couldn’t attack them because they were shadows. However, when they attacked him, he felt the full-blown force of their attacks, with barely any room to defend himself.
Scars and scratch marks filled his body. From the top of his head, all the way to the toes of his feet. Fountains of blood were pouring out of his body from his injuries. Accompanied by the stench of dried blood. If seen from afar, Osiris looked more like a corpse rather than a human being. From this, one can attest to how the Shadow wolves hunt and kill their prey.
The more he was attacked, the weaker he became. He was on his knees kneeling as though he was ready to give up at any moment. This made me angry. I knew I had to do something. I can’t let him die for reasons that were not his.
“ARGH!!” Bright shouted in pain.
Shocked, I looked over to my left, where he was. Apparently, the werewolves had not only managed to pull off his right hand but both of his hands. They pulled both his right and left hands-off. It was a horrible sight to see. Blood was sprinkled out of his shoulders. While Bright was kneeling on the ground crying profusely from the pain he had suffered.
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Not only that, as bad as things were already, another werewolf stood behind Bright. This time, the werewolf was looking straight at me. Afraid of what It would do, I waited patiently while still attending to the other werewolves around me.
Shink! The werewolf behind Bright ripped out his throat. Holding his throat in its hand, it raised it above its mouth and drank the blood which dripped from Bright’s throat.
“Argh! What type of savage beast are these?! I can’t. No, I wouldn’t. I refuse to suffer the same fate as Bright. To die a tragic death like that? That’s not for me, thank you.” I thought to myself.
A few minutes later, that very same werewolf that killed Bright started making its way towards me. This time, it was walking slowly towards me. While still keeping steady eye contact with me.
Just like the other werewolf, this one also looked crazy. It had no scars on its body. Only a smooth silver fur which bent the sun’s rays as it walked. It seemed to be about 10 feet tall, almost three times my height.
Scared for my dear life, I started to fight more seriously. With every step, the werewolf took, the more effort I put into fighting the other werewolves which surrounded me. At this point, It was not just the fear of death that plagued my mind. It was also the fear of dying a morbid death. A death without a proper burial.
As time progressed, my heart started pounding more seriously. This time, I could hear my heartbeat loudly with my own two ears. Each breath I took was heavier than the other. As though I had a heavy vest around my chest. Along with that, I would feel my blood coursing through my veins; from my heart, all the way to my eyes and feet. It felt the same way I felt two days ago; angry, desperate, afraid, and more. I was just feeling a wave of multiple emotions all at once.
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Amidst all of these feelings, I started hearing throbs. It was like that of a dying heart. Confused, I started looking around once more. Only for me to discover Osiris on the ground dying. The shadow wolves and some other wolves surrounded him. One werewolf on top of him was viciously hacking at him. Ripping out the flesh and entrails of Osiris. While the others were biting and scratching his arms and legs.
For some reason, this made me mad. Very mad. It was like a wave of underlying anger that came from the very depths of my heart.
“NOOO!” I shouted angrily. This time, my shout carried weight as I pointed towards Osiris. Even some of the werewolves around me paused for a moment to look towards Osiris. Osiris was dead. I couldn’t hear the pounding of his heart anymore.
An unstoppable fit of rage-filled my heart. I couldn’t contain it, so I let loose. All the anger and rage I felt within me burst out uncontrollably. BOOM! Waves of power exploded out from within me. A great multitude of the werewolves around me died instantly. There were no bones, nor ashes of them left. Nothing.
As the other wolves seemed to realize this, they started retreating in fear. As for their alpha, he just stood there watching me quietly. His face was expressionless, as though he was not fazed by any of my actions.
While the other werewolves retreated, I made my way towards Osiris. Apparently, some dumb wolf didn’t know when to quit. It was just engulfed in its business; hacking its way into Osiris’s dead body.
Enraged, I flew up in the air and looked down at the wolf. I wanted to think of the best way to make this wolf suffer for what it has done. Unfortunately, I was at a loss. I couldn’t come up with the best way to make the werewolf pay. However, while I was still thinking, a new idea came into my head. I knew what I was going to do. I am going to beat the werewolf the same way they killed Osiris. You know what they say, “An eye for an eye”.
Filled with blazing power, I flew over to the werewolf. Grabbed the mutt by the tail, and flew up into the sky with great speed. While I was in the sky, the werewolf was actually struggling with me. It was moving so much, which made it hard for me to grab tight on its tail. It was trying to kick and scratch me with its nails.
However, all of its efforts soon proved futile when it realized that there was no way it could harm me without harming itself. If it tried to kick me, it would shift the weight of the werewolf, making the pressure of the werewolf feel more heavy and painful to bear. If it tried to scratch me, it would have to turn around mid-air to even be able to look me in the eyes. Like, how dumb is that?
Annoyed, I let loose of the werewolf. Letting it fall to its demise. As expected, It didn’t take long until there was a crater on the ground below me. It was there where the werewolf lay; dead and buried.
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