Starlight Spirits

[Fenris Fenrir]

ooc: Invite only

bic: Three days.

Three days had passed since what was once Richard Rutherford had been turned into a lycan. Three days had come and gone, yet his body was still in pain. Despite his transformation being complete, his body was far from finishing. His bones continued to grow; his skin and fur stretched and expand across his body to compensate for this change. The pain that racked the thrall of Rutherford was unimaginable; many had went through the process of becoming a lycan, but the beast that dwelt within doubted that they grew even after the transform.

He was an anomaly; he was an abomination, but even such a beast can think. It craved for flesh and blood, but there was something more. It needed to know what it was, for it knew nothing of itself. When the mentality of Richard Rutherford was thrust forth from the body; all of his memories and thoughts went with him. So the beast was left alone in the darkness of the Forest; to wander in his pain and suffering. His eyes bulged with every time his body grew. When Rutherford was first bitten; he was the size of a normal male lycan, but he now was 6' 5" from his shoulder down to his paws and the silver-grey lycan showed no signs of stopping.

The beast slowly walked deeper into the Forest and collapsed in a small clearing that was filled with rotting carcasses of stags and other creatures of the Forest. The clearing was also devoid of any intact trees, for they had all been splintered and destroyed. Little did he know that the lady that he had met once as Richard met her end in this very clearing. The pain was too much for his body to contain inside of itself. The lycan's teeth were bared from the pain that it was in; it's form quivering with convulsions as bones continued to enlarge. Why? Why did this continue to plague his existence? What had he deserved to have such a fate as to be in constant pain?

Fate. That was what the Beast wanted to know despite the Prometheus-esque pain that seemed to come from Hell itself. It's craving to know what it was almost drowned out it's craving for flesh and blood; it need to find out soon, or it's insanity would only increase. With his body still quivering, the silver-grey lycan that was once Richard Rutherford lifted his head and let out such a howl that it curled the blood of it's owner as much as it did for the creatures of the Forest that were nearby to the suffering lycan.

[The Black Wolf]

The howl of the Silver Lycan resounded throughout the trees and clearing with a tone that could wake the dead. Small mammals chittered and ran, hiding from the sound of the predator. They hardly knew the truth about what he was - the suffering he endured, the danger within his psyche. For such creatures could hardly understand a psyche...and yet the predator was a creature was just like them. He was as primal as the very squirrel which hoarded its nuts, but he suffered the same emotional quarries that troubled the human race.

There was silence. The stars twinkled in the sky above him, as peaceful as the one before, and as peaceful as the next. Though all seeing, they hardly reflected the way the world below was feeling - or at least that one anomaly, hardly man and hardly beast. Yet the stars seemed to dull in their twinkling as the howl reached the atmosphere, clearing away and leaving no trace that it had ever been made. Though no breeze could be found, a sudden gust rushed through the clearing, brushing up twigs and hardened flecks of blood from the carrion. They seemed to blow upward, towards the sky, and the stars which dulled in their twinkling.

The stars, though as peaceful as ever, and as peaceful as they ever would be, heard his pain. The carrion's remains seemed to fuse into the dead of night, and the stars began to take shape in the moonlight. Though it seemed to be a trick of the eye, the blood, twigs, leaves, and the stars themselves seemed to take an image - though still the image could only be believed by the Ancient Greeks who formed the constellations. In their fusion, they seemed to take the form of a Great Bear, Lion, or another Beast, but the black rue of the night sky still filled into it - it was a great, black, beast.

And from the atmosphere where his howl disappeared into, a similar, yet not exact, howl returned - or it may have been a trick of the ear, as the stars, blood, and twigs' pattern was a trick of the eye.

[Fenris Fenrir]

The silence that came after the Beast's howl was long and resounding, but soon a gust of wind ripped through the canopy of the Forest and caused the hairs on the silver-grey lycan's body to rustle with the sudden gust of air. Shivering, the lycan rose to it's feet; the pain temporary dying down, but it was Fate's way of teasing him. The minute that the pain of his growth ended; his short time of rest would be ruined by a burst of agony and suffering that was greater than the last. The thrall of Richard Rutherford quivered under this onslaught of the cold summer's breeze, but then unnatural things began to happen about him.

The bones of the dead stags and creatures that now were carrion for the birds leaped from where they once lay and were drawn up into the Sky. The blood that once clung to the remains of the fallen beast was swiftly stripped from it's host and flew lazily up to the starlight Sky. The lycan looked up into the atmosphere and beheld a sight that few ever lived to see. The bones, twigs, leaves and blood from the clearing that had all risen into the Sky swirled about and the stars...the stars began to twinkle and shine; as if there was something that they were hiding from him.

But what ever it was didn't remain hidden behind it's veil of the night for long. Slowly and majestically, a great, black beast began to emerge from the night. The beast struck fear into the heart of the thrall; the primal urge to run away in fear took hold of it's heart, but the human curiosity in this abomination's mind bide it to stay and wait. The voice of the Black Beast issued forth from the Heavens; inspiring both hope and fear at the same time.

At first the silver-grey lycan hesitated, for it did not know whether or not this celestial being was a friend or foe. The hesitation was dispelled once the brain inside of the thrall realized that the howl was that of an answer, perhaps one that held more answers after the first reply. Tilting his head back once more, what was once Richard Rutherford let out another howl, but this howl wasn't one of terror and fear; it was one of longing and hope. Hope that this celestial beast would have the answers that it so longingly desired.

[The Black Wolf]

When the howl was answered, the great form of the black beast disappeared in a gust of wind which shook the trees to their very roots. A great tempest blew throughout the forest; the clouds covered the stars nad the dust returned to the Earth. When the great wind had past, all seemed silent once more, until the sound of twig breaking underfoot was heard beyond the trees. The feet tapped the ground for many moments, before their owner made his appearance. It was then realized what the Black Beast was - a great, mighty wolf, similar to the height of the abomination. His eyes were as black as his fur, but his eyes shone with a red light. Though looking very solid, he seemed very ethereal in sense.

The red light of his eyes gazing upon the wolf-creature before him, his response was not a howl, but a resounding telepathic cry that could be heard all throughout the Great Forest's sentient animals. 'Lo and Behold, for I have come.' If any of the small mammals stayed, they may have been drawn simply out of curiosity to the owner of the voice. 'I have been free once more to walk the walk of wolves and men, and I have come to answer thy question, Fenris Fenrir.'

[Fenris Fenrir]

The silver-grey lycan gazed in wonder and amazement at what it had just witnessed. First there was a celestial being that dominated the starlight sky, but then it came to Earth; in the form of a mighty, black wolf. Had the Rutherford mentality survived the transformation; it would be flabbergasted and lost for words, for such a thing was deemed scientifically impossible. But to the beast that dwelt within Rutherford's body, it was something to be revered and respected.

The black wolf that stood before him looked as real as the flesh and fur on the silver-grey lycan's body. And yet when the light of the stars gently touched the black wolf's body; it simply shown through it like there was nothing there at all. Was this even possible? Could such an occurrence be real? The light of the stars went right through this wolf, and yet it made noise as it walked toward the abomination. But it was the voice of this wolf that cast all of the anomaly's doubts into oblivion. It seemed to command respect and authority, and yet it was wise and gentle at the same time.

The thrall of Rutherford replied in a mental cry that was laced in pain and longing. 'Is that what I was, or what I am to become? Fenris Fenrir...what does it mean? How will this effect me? Why will it effect me and my life? What is the purpose of my life in this world? Where do I fit into the great scope of things? Answer me; I beg of you!' Such were the questions that the abomination wished to know the answers to; many others already had these answers for their own lives,but the beast that was soon to become Fenris Fenrir was like a child; wanting to know more.

It's unquenchable thirst to would soon be quenched; either with the answers that this black wolf would provide him, or with the blood of innocents. Either way; his thirst would be sated.

[The Black Wolf]

The Black Wolf let out a soft grunt to the creature, it could see that it revered and yet questioned it at the same time, which was just as anyone would expect. The wind seemed to wrap around him, and the leaves in the trees shook. But there was no sign of the wind affecting him at all. The fur stayed just as it was, and his eyes never wavered from the creature's face. A deep, telepathic laugh rang through the forest and in the creature's mind. It was a robust laugh, like that of someone cunning and yet mischievous, yet it came from the same being that was so reverent.

'I laugh at you, Fenrir, for you have followed the law of the Spirits, even without knowing so. You ask nothing of me, or my origin, though that would make you pleased. You ask only of yourself...' Pride flashed within the deep spiritual confines of the Wolf's eyes. 'If only I was the same way back then.' Within a moment, the mischievous side of the spirit disappeared, and the reverence and spirituality of the creature returned. 'Thou art Fenris Fenrir, and that is thy name. Richard Rutherford, the human fool, has wished and recieved. He has taken the spirit of my mighty heir, the one who shall recall the oath made by the wolves of the forest.'

The Black Wolf came closer to the wolf, and bent its legs down low so as to whisper into the creature's heir - though it seemed to be only for effect, because his speech was telepathic. 'Forth it is seemed that mine name is whispered within the lores of Lycans, just as it was prophecized. Thee too shall be whispered in time, if only you ask one question and fulfill the answer -' At this he drew back once more and raised himself to his fullest height, staring down with the flashing red and black eyes.

'Dost thou wish to know who I was?'

[Fenris Fenrir]

The abomination,enthralled by what stood before him, watched the Black Wolf with the curiosity of a child. It absorbed every word that passed into his mind and treasured it there, for it was now the only thing that filled his mind other then the lust that any beast had. His desire to know about what he was; the Black Wolf had quenched it as quickly as it had first come to be. 'Who you are does intrigue me; I would like to know, but I am contented knowing what I am.', came the telepathic reply. Yet all was not over for the silver-grey lycan.

His spine exploded with pain, breaking and regrowing, as his body continued to grow. White lights went off before the eyes of the anomaly; blinding him with their brillance. Wounds erupted down the back of the lycan, crimson blood spewing forth like it had a mind of it's own, and the lycan still did not show any sign of the pain that it felt from his newest agony. He felt...

Reborn. For not only did he have a new body; he had a name. The eyes that once held fear for the sight of the Black Wolf took on a maniacal gleam, and a fit of telepathic laughter could be heard by all those around around the silver-grey lycan. Yet this laughter was nothing like that of the Black Wolf; it was that of one that is obsesses over one thing and becomes crazed.

'I have a name. Fenris Fenrir. I AM FENRIS FENRIR!'

[The Black Wolf]

The Black Wolf watched silently as Fenrir showed his obsession. It was a thought that mattered little within the mind of the Wolf, and therefore he showed no interest. 'Who I am? No, I asked if thou wished to know whom I was, Fenrir. For what I am is what your eyes see and nothing more. Who I was, on the other hand...' A soft release of air came from his great muzzle, the black eyelids closing. Silence came over the glade, for even if any beast or man dared to make a sound, it was muted. Then the Black Wolf's mental voice blared again, magnified many times because of the endless silence around him. It was as if it were the only sound in the universe.

'I was Railyn, Alpha of the Forest Lycans. That is who I was in a story long ago, a story long forgotten. A fool now bears my name and corrupts it freely. No one remembers the great Lycan who once bore the name. The Lycan who I once was - but am no more.'

The sound returned once more. The wind whistled in the Forest. 'For thou, Fenrir, are Railyn now. Though Fenris Fenrir is thy mighty name, the name of Railyn echoes within thee. Finish where I and my sister failed, and smite the realm where once mighty wolves run in the sewers like rats. Though the humans may be fools, do not smite them all! Smite only those who refuse to submit to thee, and make them into mighty wolves to fight by thy side!' Slowly the wind began to blow faster and faster, the image of the Black Wolf disappeared slowly. 'Smite the tunnels! Bring mighty wolves to your side! Reclaim the oaths of the Forest in the name of whom I was! I, who was once Railyn, have spoken.'

And in a flash, there was no more Black Wolf. No sign that he had ever been there remained. It was as if one had just woken from a dream. But the same stars twinkled in the sky, brighter than before.