Category : Stories

Sub Category : Fantasy

DARK WOLF SKIRMISH

(WARNING GRAPHIC VIOLENCE)

     "I'd say we've got at most another five days until the baby will be due." Eichkiev explains.  "Three at least."  He smiles at Orgov the Triumphant as he releases the vision spell from the mother wood-orc's gratuitously distended belly and stands up to stretch.  "And... I've got some good news and bad news."
     "Bad news?" Orgov asks, a hint of trepidation creeping into his voice as he speaks.
     "Yes, bad news.  The good news is that he will be a very large child, somewhere around forty thumbs in length."
     "Wow." Zygos exclaims from his place in the corner.  "Dad, weren't you fifty-two thumbs long?"
     "What's the bad news?" Orgov asks, ignoring Zygos's exclamation.
     "The bad news is that he will be a very difficult baby to birth."  Eichkiev glances at Belmos as he relays this information.
     "Well, maybe now I'll have an idea of how Orgov's mother felt.  I've always wondered." She responds.
     "Orgov chuckles with relief,and he's just going in for a bear-hug with the good doctor when a sharp scratching sound begins to emanate from the front entrance.  
     "Another visitor?" Belmos exclaims.  "In this weather?"
     "Zygos, get the door."
     "Nay, I will see to this intruder. Eichkiev declares, and turns swiftly toward the front entrance.  "I fear that no unexpected visitor in this weather can be assumed friendly, therefore, I will answer the door."
     "Nonsense," Zygos parries, "if you are considering a prospective fatality, you are necessary to deliver the child, and Father is obviously necessary both in raising the child and in leading the war party."
     The three others are silent, as the scratching maintains its presence.
     "I will answer." He adds, and, retrieving his twin daggers from his room, strides briskly to the door and flings it open, leaving one dagger concealed behind his back, and the other behind the door.
     "Good evening, friend."  The dark wolf pounces on Zygos, digging four long, deep gashes into his neck and knocking the boy onto his back.  Zygos's head connects with the floor violently, and he's out like a light.
     The wolf is standing atop Zygos's unconscious form as he examines the room.  His eyes settle first on Orgov, then Belmos, and finally Eichkiev.  
     "Can't condemn a guy for making a living." The wolf declares, and sinks his long white fangs deep into Zygos's fur covered neck, spraying bright red blood across the mahogany floor.
     "NO!" Orgov yells, but his cry is drowned out by an even more ruthless and feral cry.
     Zygos, powered by rage and desperation, grasps the wolf's upper and lower jaws and pries them apart with a monstrous roar.  Then, all the while spurting streams of blood from his neck, he lifts the beast by its jaws,  ferociously slams its head into the wall, and then snaps its neck with a mighty jerk before dumping into the snow outside.
     "I think I need some healing." He says, and collapses on the floor a second time.
     The doctor rushes to the boy's side, flips him on his back, and begins making motions with his hands.  An excellent healing spell begins to take shape over Zygos, and soon, the only evidence of the boy's being mauled by a dark wolf is the blood staining his dark brown fur.
     Orgov rushes to the boy's side and embraces him fervently.
     "You foolish boy!  I thought I  lost you."  He says, and squeezes Zygos mercilessly.
     "You will be a mighty warrior."  Eichkiev mutters breathlessly as he goes to shut the door.
     "Oh boy."  He says, gazing out into the front yard worriedly.   "It's time to fight.  The rest of the pack is out here."


I'll post the fight with the pack if you guys want to hear more.