Creative Writing: Venturing Into The Woods

I could feel the calling, stronger under the stars. Years ago, a deal—not mine—made against freedom trapped them underneath. Long fingernails, long hair, long teeth, and for what? Another man's pleasure? No, it cannot be pleasure now. Hundreds of years, or maybe thousands, and no redemption to greed, to the hunger. Venturing into the woods led to the destruction of what I once was—my humanity, my sanity. No one who had turned went there first. To them, the woods were a sign of lost hope. Cast out and the only place left to accept me forbidden and full of others like me, I sought refuge in the brooding, unknown depths of the Brecilian Forest. I could not find a path through the trees, yet my feet carried me around thick roots to an empty ruins. …show more content…
One in particular was of an alpha wolf standing tall, little misshapen wolves around him and the full moon behind him. I saw no others like me until I opened the door. Two stood at the bottom of the staircase, presumably on guard. They turned to me but only grunted and ran off. He walked further in, trying to stay on a straight path as much as possible. A few halls down, the two returned with another and a black haired woman. She was small, and her skin was a pale grey. The one beside her spoke, his voice rough like he had not spoken much in many years. His name was Swiftrunner, or so he now calls …show more content…
According to her and Swiftrunner, a man many years ago lost his family to bombs. Most when they lose someone, they wish to see them again, but he wanted to live, for them as he told her, forever. Immorality was unattainable to him until years later when he heard an old wise tale and found a way to make it plausible. He performed the ritual by surrounding a forest spirit. She is more of a product, a symbol of this ritual, than an actual person. He, Zathrian, bound the spirit to a wolf and called her Witherfang. To get revenge on the ones that took his son and wife from him, he commanded Witherfang to attack them. She slayed some, but some made it out alive, at a price. Her blood—the wolf's blood mixed with her spiritual essence—had transferred to them and caused great agony. Their blood boiled, and they were forced to be bedridden throughout the week long process. This changing had been eradicated centuries before Zathrian's time, but with his anger and Witherfang's blood, the curse of the werewolves had been reborned. Because he is connected to her and she is essentially the source of the curse, he cannot die until he releases her from the wolf and gives up his immorality and his