2.4 Crawler
The years of isolation have instilled in him, the
self preservation mode; avoid contact with any living creature except to kill
or be killed. He was into his thirtieths year of existence on this world; born
of a father and mother. The later was a native of the land who died on giving
birth to him, leaving him to spend his years with a father who does not
communicate in words at all. It was not that his father was mute but he was an
abomination as claimed by many; a product of the forest beings. His father
cohabitation with the mother gave birth to a new abomination; one with
permanent features of both sides. He was raised in the wild by his father,
learning the old ways and nurturing the wildness in him.
But soon he was left without a father and mentor. It
was for over seventy five years now he roamed alone. Just before his father
died, the older Windingo passed to the younger one a set of gloves. The younger
one was asked to remember the scent, as it would be the one he would served as
he had done for over several hundred years.
The son of the Windingo roamed the wilds until he
was pursued by hunters. He soon found a calling like his father once did; to
seek the one he would one day served, but there was none to guide who it was
yet many had hunted him. He soon found his way to this new forest land but it
was an ideal place to be isolated with the nearest man settlements miles away,
with the hunt abundant. There were the usual clashes with the others but no one
could out fight it. Like his father before, the ferocity of his was deadly as
the fangs that tore the flesh off the others. There were wounds but they healed
themselves but the bitter memories remained the worst of the wounds.
That was to end when the devastation of the land
began by Man again. Once what was his deep forest and river, now reduced to
flat dry lands with dried river beds. Like the others, he ran too from the
devastation but it was everywhere and eventually he found these caves. He went
into the caves to hibernate. It does not offer much but it offered shelter and
moisture to quench his thirst. The food was plenty for a while; untended
creatures and fleeing ones like him, but soon he had to settle on the predators
that shared his need for food.
One day, he chanced on the arrival of the hunters
and he flees again until he came to this long wall. There he saw a need; the
predators are abundant but there was a serving need to protect the wall. Why
was it, he knew not to asked but he did he felt was needed there. He preyed on
the predators that prey the helpless Man, but he would not be with them as he
was not of theirs. He roamed the walls boundary and killed those who encroached
it.
That day during the blackness of the night, he found
a new scent; one which he was enticed to followed on. He never did have such a
desire but this time it was just over powering. He followed the scent and saw
the new arrivals, but he dare not approached them. It was not fright but an awe
that held his move. He moved back to his own cave and rested there with the
uneasy feeling.
Soon he picked up the familiar scent; the ones which
were carried by the wolves. They been some lately but they did not attacked
him, but rather snarled at him. This new scent was different; this one intend
to hunts in his territory. The figure got up and followed the trail of this new
predator. He soon came on the other who had sat on the high boulder looking
down at him. Like him, it had a frame like Man yet its body was covered with
furs and the expression on the face was that of the wolf.
He sniffed at the scent and memorized it well. The
other slowly got up onto its haunches and then looked to the dark skies. If it
was a full wolf, it would have howled but here it just stare at it. Then it
looked down at him before it leaped off into the other side of the boulder. He
followed to the rear of the boulder to seek it, but the wolf was gone. Instead
standing before him was a young female of Man descent with red eyes that looked
into your soul.
"Hello, Windingo." The female figure
spoke. "I am Selene, Queen Wolf of the Tiberian pack. I have been seeking
you for a long time."
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