Ch. 8
“Water Depths”
I glance back at the creature, narrowing my gaze. Searching through images, searching through books, searching through the edges of my mind. Then it clicks. Samca. I heard her shrieks earlier. I should have known that traveling with, as he said “a plumped fowl” would attract some of the night’s worst ravenous creatures eventually. Shit. A growl bellows out of me passing my fangs that still drip with the buck’s blood.
Samca is a demonic spirit from the underworld that comes to the surface to hunt children and child baring women. She must have been going to the human village past the mountain ranges, and got distracted by the tempting smell, of dried sweat and mint. Fucking mint.
I glance up at the sky, sunrise is coming fast. Why was a Samca risking being out in sunlight? I hear the howl of Halfy into the sky, he must have smelled the bitter tang aroma of this spirit creature, too.
I am running. The Samca is moving quickly toward the howl. Terrible mistake, my demon friend. My paws are pounding against the ground, the leaves, the moss, the mud. Each movement is stronger than the last. I feel the spikes along my back start to glow, first a dull crimson then to a deep purple, pulsing with power. My edges are blurring into nothing more than a thought, a ghost.
I finally reached the clearing of where we made camp. I scanned the area. The fire is dead and dark. Quiet. Then a white flashes at the corner of my eye. Halfy is along the lake edge and so is the Samca. It shrieks into the night as Halfy snaps his powerful jaws in her direction. I’m over there in seconds, just a blur, until I am standing next to Halfy. My form becomes clear. My black and purple fur compared to his white pure glowing fur. My tattooed markings against my fur compared to his sleek porpoise skin. Halfy’s golden orange eyes glance toward my lavender filled ones. Our eyes meet.
It has been a while. I say through our bond.
Halfy howls into the night again, echoing to the lake next to us. I match his howl with a roar reaching the mountains and echoing back. Mother will hear, or at least the scouts will. They know Halfy’s howl, but only a few know my true howl, my true roar.
The Samca remains, but it is obvious that the spirit is rethinking how much a possible stupid mint smelling man meal is worth. In fact where is that mortal now vampire then man anyway…
Where is Zanir? I say to Halfy.
His eyes quickly glance past me to the trees. I do not turn, but know he is hiding in the pale remainder of the moonlight that is casting few shadows. Sunrise will be here soon.
The Samca screeches, a blood curdling sound, and fire sparks from its lips. Landing on the wet ground with a hiss. Our eyes meet, or at least it is where its eyes would be if it had some. My fangs pass my lips. There is no room for madness for me when a madding beast fills my mind already. The Samca tilts her sunken face toward me. Her body cracking and snapping as she continues to tilt her face almost in a complete circle. One last snap and her jaw slacks, fire dripping past her jawline…
“You…” Her finger bending in different directions at every joint motions toward me. The skin on her hands long gone and only broken dirty bones take up the space. I can see bugs crawling down her wrist, eating the remaining flesh that lays on her body. She lets out a blood curdling shriek that even in my most powerful form makes the fur along my back rise. The Samca starts retreating down the water edge, going back to where I changed. Where I allowed the beast out.
The spikes along my back surge with a dark purple light and I snarl at the Samca as it retreats. Frost filling the air around me. My eyes go dim, deviously toward the Samca. My face and fangs are still stained with red bright blood from the buck, the blood starts freezing into frozen drops clinging to my fur. Each breath I take a cloud of frost moves toward the Samca, following it’s trail. If the Samca had eyes I am sure they would widen with fear, fear from the power that pulses through me, and through this form. I snarl and saliva slings from my fangs into the now freezing area. Halfy by my side snaps in the air closing in on the Samca.
Halfy, we cannot let this Samca go. I whispered down our bond. Samcas take innocent children and women, and it is too close to our clan and even the human village.
I have never come across a Samca until now, and thankfully so. I didn’t need any more creatures to fill my nightmares. But why is it acting like she has seen me before…
…I know its fleeing now. I know it is running. I know that this is its purpose, but it is too close…
To the human village, to my clan, to me somehow…
Halfy closes in on the Samca and lunges. His fangs graze the Samca’s body, or what is left of it, as it stumbles backwards. The Samca falls to the ground, and I am on top of it within seconds moving with the winds, blurring my body until making an impact. I feel my mouth smile alongside of my teeth, my fangs. My spikes surge and dark purple clouds engulf the Samca and me. Shielding from any peering eyes. My mental walls come crumbling down and my mental door opens wide…
Oh, what a delight this is… Kiza purrs through my skull.
I flood myself into the Samca, its thoughts, its memories, its soul. I can see previous children screaming as the Samca drags them from their homes into the endless forest and finally to the underworld. I see their fear, their terror, their blood.
The Samca body is wrong, and everything is just all wrong. Its mouth screaming in all the wrong directions. I snarl. Any inch of guilt I had vanishes without a trace. I lunge toward Samca’s throat. The only part of its body that has any decaying skin left. My power surging off me and bouncing off the shield around us. The spikes along my back glowing bright and strong. In one swift move, the Samca’s throat is ripped open. Fire and ice filling through the Samca flowing off of me. My power can crush and purge through spirits, creatures, and things only barely there. Only certain things can hurt or even kill creatures like Samca, types of spell bound weapons or banes, and me, this power, this beast.
Dark blood sprays my face. I see myself through the Samca, it does have true sight within those hollow eye holes. Beneath that face that is so wrong. I see blood dripping from my fangs, the rage in my eyes, and as I spit the chunk of its throat I ripped from it, drops to the ground. I see the edges of the Samca’s vision begin to close in. The vision goes dark, but not completely. It shifts to a memory. A vision of a young-looking boy. He is screaming as the Samca wraps her wrong wrist around his arm. She starts dragging him. Something flashes before the Samca, a bright light and the Samca is knocked down. The young boy with his light brown hair claws at the dirt trying to create distance from the terrifying beast behind him. The blinding light fades away, and a small young girl appears. Her black hair shining with purple hues…and her lavender eyes…The vision is absorbed by the blackness and disappears.
What… I think or say, I am not sure. I don’t remember some of my childhood, but I am almost certain I would remember coming across a fucking Samca as a fucking child no less, and who was that boy…he looks so familiar but didn’t at the same time. The fuck is happening…
More blood stains my black and purple fur around my face, reds and dark almost blacks. The blood drips from my fangs. I examine the Samca below me, lifeless, as much as a dark spirit can be. On one arm of the contoured spirit. Along the wrist of its left arm before the long-clawed hand and fingers, a rune etching into the bone and sliver of skin. A binding rune. The actual fuck…
This Samca was binded to someone or something. That must be why it was out this close to sunrise. Sunlight would turn a Samca into a pile of ash, but it was being controlled, but why? Not to mention, I guess, I have seen this Samca before, has the person or things that binded it know me or know of me…. My head begins to pound.
Different from bonds or even bargains, binds are by force. My clouds, my shield, quickly disappeared into the air into a thin mist, a fog, and I look around for Halfy. Still standing where he was after lunging at the Samca. Our eyes meet...
It was binded.
Halfy’s eyes move past me and mine follow his. To the trees behind us. Zanir followed, within the trees, in the shadows. I look back to Halfy.
Get rid of it. I snarl. Please.
Halfy nods slightly and moves next to me as I still stand over the limp Samca.
I move to the side and then he grabs the drapes. Thin pieces of cloth that wraps around its body, its wrong body. He starts dragging the Samca into the lake, so easily. As if a spirit creature is nothing for his powerful jaws. Within a few seconds, both disappear under the water surface and into the lake depths.
Ch. 8
“Water Depths”
I glance back at the creature, narrowing my gaze. Searching through images, searching through books, searching through the edges of my mind. Then it clicks. Samca. I heard her shrieks earlier. I should have known that traveling with, as he said “a plumped fowl” would attract some of the night’s worst ravenous creatures eventually. Shit. A growl bellows out of me passing my fangs that still drip with the buck’s blood.
Samca is a demonic spirit from the underworld that comes to the surface to hunt children and child baring women. She must have been going to the human village past the mountain ranges, and got distracted by the tempting smell, of dried sweat and mint. Fucking mint.
I glance up at the sky, sunrise is coming fast. Why was a Samca risking being out in sunlight? I hear the howl of Halfy into the sky, he must have smelled the bitter tang aroma of this spirit creature, too.
I am running. The Samca is moving quickly toward the howl. Terrible mistake, my demon friend. My paws are pounding against the ground, the leaves, the moss, the mud. Each movement is stronger than the last. I feel the spikes along my back start to glow, first a dull crimson then to a deep purple, pulsing with power. My edges are blurring into nothing more than a thought, a ghost.
I finally reached the clearing of where we made camp. I scanned the area. The fire is dead and dark. Quiet. Then a white flashes at the corner of my eye. Halfy is along the lake edge and so is the Samca. It shrieks into the night as Halfy snaps his powerful jaws in her direction. I’m over there in seconds, just a blur, until I am standing next to Halfy. My form becomes clear. My black and purple fur compared to his white pure glowing fur. My tattooed markings against my fur compared to his sleek porpoise skin. Halfy’s golden orange eyes glance toward my lavender filled ones. Our eyes meet.
It has been a while. I say through our bond.
Halfy howls into the night again, echoing to the lake next to us. I match his howl with a roar reaching the mountains and echoing back. Mother will hear, or at least the scouts will. They know Halfy’s howl, but only a few know my true howl, my true roar.
The Samca remains, but it is obvious that the spirit is rethinking how much a possible stupid mint smelling man meal is worth. In fact where is that mortal now vampire then man anyway…
Where is Zanir? I say to Halfy.
His eyes quickly glance past me to the trees. I do not turn, but know he is hiding in the pale remainder of the moonlight that is casting few shadows. Sunrise will be here soon.
The Samca screeches, a blood curdling sound, and fire sparks from its lips. Landing on the wet ground with a hiss. Our eyes meet, or at least it is where its eyes would be if it had some. My fangs pass my lips. There is no room for madness for me when a madding beast fills my mind already. The Samca tilts her sunken face toward me. Her body cracking and snapping as she continues to tilt her face almost in a complete circle. One last snap and her jaw slacks, fire dripping past her jawline…
“You…” Her finger bending in different directions at every joint motions toward me. The skin on her hands long gone and only broken dirty bones take up the space. I can see bugs crawling down her wrist, eating the remaining flesh that lays on her body. She lets out a blood curdling shriek that even in my most powerful form makes the fur along my back rise. The Samca starts retreating down the water edge, going back to where I changed. Where I allowed the beast out.
The spikes along my back surge with a dark purple light and I snarl at the Samca as it retreats. Frost filling the air around me. My eyes go dim, deviously toward the Samca. My face and fangs are still stained with red bright blood from the buck, the blood starts freezing into frozen drops clinging to my fur. Each breath I take a cloud of frost moves toward the Samca, following it’s trail. If the Samca had eyes I am sure they would widen with fear, fear from the power that pulses through me, and through this form. I snarl and saliva slings from my fangs into the now freezing area. Halfy by my side snaps in the air closing in on the Samca.
Halfy, we cannot let this Samca go. I whispered down our bond. Samcas take innocent children and women, and it is too close to our clan and even the human village.
I have never come across a Samca until now, and thankfully so. I didn’t need any more creatures to fill my nightmares. But why is it acting like she has seen me before…
…I know its fleeing now. I know it is running. I know that this is its purpose, but it is too close…
To the human village, to my clan, to me somehow…
Halfy closes in on the Samca and lunges. His fangs graze the Samca’s body, or what is left of it, as it stumbles backwards. The Samca falls to the ground, and I am on top of it within seconds moving with the winds, blurring my body until making an impact. I feel my mouth smile alongside of my teeth, my fangs. My spikes surge and dark purple clouds engulf the Samca and me. Shielding from any peering eyes. My mental walls come crumbling down and my mental door opens wide…
Oh, what a delight this is… Kiza purrs through my skull.
I flood myself into the Samca, its thoughts, its memories, its soul. I can see previous children screaming as the Samca drags them from their homes into the endless forest and finally to the underworld. I see their fear, their terror, their blood.
The Samca body is wrong, and everything is just all wrong. Its mouth screaming in all the wrong directions. I snarl. Any inch of guilt I had vanishes without a trace. I lunge toward Samca’s throat. The only part of its body that has any decaying skin left. My power surging off me and bouncing off the shield around us. The spikes along my back glowing bright and strong. In one swift move, the Samca’s throat is ripped open. Fire and ice filling through the Samca flowing off of me. My power can crush and purge through spirits, creatures, and things only barely there. Only certain things can hurt or even kill creatures like Samca, types of spell bound weapons or banes, and me, this power, this beast.
Dark blood sprays my face. I see myself through the Samca, it does have true sight within those hollow eye holes. Beneath that face that is so wrong. I see blood dripping from my fangs, the rage in my eyes, and as I spit the chunk of its throat I ripped from it, drops to the ground. I see the edges of the Samca’s vision begin to close in. The vision goes dark, but not completely. It shifts to a memory. A vision of a young-looking boy. He is screaming as the Samca wraps her wrong wrist around his arm. She starts dragging him. Something flashes before the Samca, a bright light and the Samca is knocked down. The young boy with his light brown hair claws at the dirt trying to create distance from the terrifying beast behind him. The blinding light fades away, and a small young girl appears. Her black hair shining with purple hues…and her lavender eyes…The vision is absorbed by the blackness and disappears.
What… I think or say, I am not sure. I don’t remember some of my childhood, but I am almost certain I would remember coming across a fucking Samca as a fucking child no less, and who was that boy…he looks so familiar but didn’t at the same time. The fuck is happening…
More blood stains my black and purple fur around my face, reds and dark almost blacks. The blood drips from my fangs. I examine the Samca below me, lifeless, as much as a dark spirit can be. On one arm of the contoured spirit. Along the wrist of its left arm before the long-clawed hand and fingers, a rune etching into the bone and sliver of skin. A binding rune. The actual fuck…
This Samca was binded to someone or something. That must be why it was out this close to sunrise. Sunlight would turn a Samca into a pile of ash, but it was being controlled, but why? Not to mention, I guess, I have seen this Samca before, has the person or things that binded it know me or know of me…. My head begins to pound.
Different from bonds or even bargains, binds are by force. My clouds, my shield, quickly disappeared into the air into a thin mist, a fog, and I look around for Halfy. Still standing where he was after lunging at the Samca. Our eyes meet...
It was binded.
Halfy’s eyes move past me and mine follow his. To the trees behind us. Zanir followed, within the trees, in the shadows. I look back to Halfy.
Get rid of it. I snarl. Please.
Halfy nods slightly and moves next to me as I still stand over the limp Samca.
I move to the side and then he grabs the drapes. Thin pieces of cloth that wraps around its body, its wrong body. He starts dragging the Samca into the lake, so easily. As if a spirit creature is nothing for his powerful jaws. Within a few seconds, both disappear under the water surface and into the lake depths.
