A Hunter's Nature: A Werewolf the Forsaken Chronicle

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Okay, back up and running. I love loop holes. Still violent but it's a werewolf story so that's to be expected. Comments are welcome. Remember, I can almost guarantee that there will be mistakes.

A Hunter’s Nature: A Werewolf: the Forsaken Chronicle

Prologue: A Man Named Jack

Jackson Hunter Maddox waited for the moon to rise as he paced his cabin impatiently. Jack’s short, dark-brown, mottled hair was constantly pushed back haphazardly to keep the strands off of his damp skin. Deep amber eyes watched the pale moon appear in the east. Mother Luna.
Jack bared slight fangs as the supernatural light burned his skin. With the mild pain came an impending sense of release. He stepped out of the curtain of light and smiled to himself. His human half loved to tease the wolf within. He gave it free reign most of the time, but the rahu was its time of glory.
He gave his cabin a perceptive glance, taking in the hard oaken floors and handmade furniture. Jack had abandoned the world of men long ago. His Uratha nature had taken hold and plunged the once normal man into a perpetual world of darkness.
Jack fondly caressed a single picture on the pine wall. A black and white photo of the woman he had, and still, loved all those years ago. Light brown hair was teased by a gentle summer wind, while kind brown eyes flashed in the afternoon light. The photo had faded over the years, but Jack could still clearly picture his beautiful Alissa.
Bitter tears rolled down his cheek. Alissa probably died of old age years ago. Jack abruptly turned away, and began to unlace his combat boots. He pulled the restricting leather away and removed equally black socks. As her stood to his full height, he tugged the black t-shirt over his head and threw it into a corner. He carefully walked outside and into an evergreen forest as the moonlight tugged gently at the impending change.

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All In A Night’s Work

I began to pick up my pace to a tempered lope. As I ran, I felt the Gauru form begin to mold and take shape. My muscles bulged and stretched as my skin expanded to accommodate the extra mass. Soon my bones reshaped, growing, repositioning, and breaking. My face elongated into a muzzle full of fierce teeth as my spine stretched into a tail. My hands became paw-like as my feet transformed completely into lupine paws. Feral amber eyes glowed in the darkness as I took in the fresh scent of the forest. My sensitive ears swiveled to catch even the most minute of noises.
I leapt and switched my stride from two to fours. My massive paws gouged shallow furrows in the soft, moist soil. I checked the chainlink fences that marked, looking for holes and dips. When I was satisfied that the physical barrier was secure, I reinforced it with scents and marking spells to warn away any Uratha or spirit who wanted to invade.
I usually made deals with surrounding packs and travelers who wanted temporary use of or safe passage through my lands. Blood contracts were drawn up and sealed. Any Uratha under contract could use my land, but they have to trade with information, supplies, or even just company. Since I left Alissa, I had no desire for a pack. I know for a fact that I wouldn’t be able to handle the loss if an Uratha under my protection died.
The familiar trails massaged the rough pads of my paws. Yesterday’s rain did my forest good. I could smell the beginnings of apple blossoms in my orchards in the meadow a couple of miles away from my cabin. I was going to go to the creek, but a scent caught my attention. A sour scent with a hint of decay, but with an underlying life scent. A buck. An old sickly creature hovering between life and death.
I let the scent fill my mind and followed it to a thicket. The animal bolted as the Lunacy took effect. No human or animal can stare too long at my monster forms without fleeing in terror. I took chase.
I didn’t run after the animal right away. Instead, I loped, giving the deer a chance to get to its top speed and time for myself to strategize. When we neared the cabin, I accelerated and tackled it. He fought for all he was worth, even impaling me once or twice on his impressive antlers. I grabbed his throat in my jaws and delivered the coup de grace. As his lifeblood seeped away, he fell limp in my grasp and grew still as his deep brown eyes clouded over.
Those brown eyes…I doubled over as an image of Alissa came to mind, her own eyes clouding over. I dropped the deer and yelled in rage, frustration, and sorrow. The image fled like a ghost in the mist at the coming dawn. The blinding sunlight washed over me, bringing a comforting warmth. My gaze returned to the deer. I had to remind myself not to waste meat before I picked it up. If it wasn’t for the fact that my life depended on my ability to hunt, I would have left the carcass to rot.
I reverted back into Hishu, my human form. I had blood all over my chest and hands. The once shiny crimson liquid had dried to a muddy brown color. My wounds from the skirmish had already weaved shut and healed into angry red lines. I didn’t worry about them, the red lines would fade after a good day’s sleep.
I hauled the deer the rest of the way back to the cabin where I began the rough job of slaughtering it. The buck was of good size, the meat would restock my empty fridge and the hide would make a fine shirt. I almost looked forward to the work. Work kept me grounded and my head out of the clouds.
It was seven o’ clock when I finally finished. I walked into my cabin and deposited the hide and meat in my icebox. I would scrape and clean the hide later after I slept for at least a couple of hours. I was almost tempted to eat some meat, but I wanted a hot shower and sleep more. I made my way to the bathroom stumbling every so often from fatigue.
I tossed the ruined remainder of my jeans into a basket as I flipped on the light. I receive jeans by the crate every month, so I can afford to tear a few to pieces. A healthy income would also help if the crates quit coming along with allowing me enough money for food and supplies if I ever needed it. My house was stocked with just about every basic appliance that could be found in every household.
I stepped into my shower and turned the hot water valve. The scalding spray pelted my sore and aching body, massaging every inch. Thousands of the steaming rivulets soothed my skin and washed away the caked blood. The water almost felt cleansing, forgiving. When the water turned cold, I got out into the steamy bathroom and shook the water from my hair in a very dog-like manner.
I dressed in a pair of black boxers that I kept stocked under the sink for when I go out on these midnight runs and ran a towel through my hair to thoroughly dry it. I flicked off the light and walked to my bedroom. My bedroom was always dark unless I turned on a lamp to read. The window was usually covered with a dark blanket to block out the sun. As I stepped into the room, my bare feet made contact with the various pelts that carpeted the floor. From semi-coarse deer skin to soft rabbit fur.
I finally found my bed and crawled into its soft feather blankets. My high quality buckskin pillow was stuffed with cattail pollen. Both items gave me comfort and some semblance of luxury. I smiled as I remembered making the blankets and pillow. I’ll have to do it again sometime. I quietly said my prayers and drifted to sleep to dream. I had an odd itching feeling, though. Like I was being watched.

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Mother’s Worry, Isn’t It Sweet

Luna watched her suffering descendent from her palace in the sky, hidden by the sun’s light. It was she and Father Wolf who had created the Uratha race in the time of Pangaea. This man of the forest that she watched was special, an extraordinary individual that came around every other generation. Jack Maddox was of one of the purest bloodlines of the Uratha legacy, but his ancestry couldn’t be determined.
Only two individuals knew of his true ancestry, Luna, herself, and Father Wolf. As Luna was pondering, a tall, handsome man with black hair entered her throne room. He bowed respectfully and whispered her name gravelly.
She smiled and addressed the man. “ Wearing human skin is unlike you, Urfarah.”
Urfarah strode to her and kissed the beautiful woman before him. “ I wear it for you, Amahan Iduth.”
She laughed. “ You’ve mellowed since the Fall.”
It was Urfarah’s turn to laugh. “ Ah, I have? I guess it’s because I don’t have to deal with pups anymore to keep me on edge.”
He nuzzled her as she gently rubbed his head. “ Be careful. We might be raising a pup again.”
If Urfarah had been a wolf, his ears would have perked. “ Please, don’t tell me you’re pregnant.”
She gave a coy smile. “ No, but I am thinking of adoption.”
Urfarah raised an eyebrow. “ Now, don’t tell me you’re actually going to abduct that poor Maddox boy.”
“ Fine. I won’t.”
He growled threateningly in his throat. “ Luna…Don’t play with the Fates. They don’t like it. If you do this to him, then his whole destiny is shot. Besides, I’d doubt he’d like you very much, since he feels that you abandoned him from his first change to now.”
Luna sighed. “ It’s not my fault. Rules are rules. I tried to give him a pack two years ago, but the man is just too stubborn.”
Father Wolf gently grabbed Luna by the chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “ If it’ll make you feel better, my love, I will go see this pup tomorrow and judge him. I can defy the Fates. If I find that he is better off on his own, then I will return and leave him be. If I find that he is in need of mercy from his life for a while or discipline , I will bring him back here for you to do with him as you please.”
Luna looked into his eyes carefully, looking for signs that would betray a lie. “ You will?”
“ I promise.”
“ Thank you, Urfarah. I believe that he needs us, though.”
Father Wolf nuzzled her neck. “ I know.”
The two lovers watched as the moon continued her cycle, always watching over their numerous descendants, waiting for tomorrow to come.

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The Wolf, the Moth, and the Hawk

I felt the sharp edge of consciousness poke at me, urging me into reality. My body ached and protested brutally as I rose into a sitting position. My hair was tousled from restless sleep, and the short bangs hung haphazardly over my eyes. I swung my legs over the edge and dropped to my feet.
The room was completely dark thanks to the blanket over my window. I made my way to the door and slowly opened it to give my eyes a chance to adjust. I grabbed a pair of jeans on my way out, and made a beeline for the kitchen. I grabbed a chunk of deer from the freezer and began to thaw it out on the stove. As the meat began to simmer in the pan, I rummaged through the cabinets for a can of coffee grounds. I’ve always liked a fresh pot of coffee after my hunts.
Once the brew was set on the stove, I turned my steak and leaned back against the counter to wait for my breakfast to finish. I stared at my kitchen window, movement catching my eye. A chrysalis clung to the pane, and I watched as the inhabitant tried furiously to break through. I put the heat on the lowest temperature possible and turned my full attention to the new life trying to reenter the world. The cocoon was woven with a web-like substance, a moth’s chrysalis, I could almost make out the head trying to poke through and make a hole.
After several minutes, the moth’s head broke through and it flapped its confined wings furiously to loosen the binds. I smiled absently as its legs were freed, and it immediately used them to pull at the wood of the window and flap its wings with a renewed vigor. Fifteen minutes later, the moth pulled itself free of its former home and prison.
I silently praised the small creature as it lazily flapped its wings. I examined the moth as its wings dried and fully unfolded. It was a brown color with four spots, one on each wing, The wingspan was easily six inches. I easily recognized the moth, a beautiful Polyphemus Moth.
The elegant moth began to beat its wings swiftly but fell onto the sill and quietly died, probably form overexertion. I frowned at the unfairness of life. It figures that fate would kill something so beautiful before it even had a chance to live. I sighed. I guess that’s life for ya.
I grabbed the pot of coffee and the steak out of the pan, not even bothering with a plate or cup. I trudged to the front porch and sat down on the steps. Birds chirped all around me with their songs. I almost laughed as I understood them. They were calling for mates. I bit into the warm rare meat and let the coopery blood ooze into my mouth. Since I had let it cook too long, most of the metallic tang was dulled, giving the meat a somewhat seasoned flavor.
I postponed my last bite to guzzle the coffee, but as I was about to finish my breakfast, a hawk landed on my denim-clad knee. I growled low in my throat as the bird smirked at me. “ What’s the matter, Wolf? Did I drop in at a bad time?”
I snarled and replied in wolf language. “ Anytime that you drop in is a bad time. Now, what in the world do you want, Hawk? I’m in the middle of breakfast.”
He cocked his head curiously at the bit of meat in my hand. “ Looks like the end of breakfast to me.” Hawk quickly snatched the chunk of meat and jumped from my knee to hover in the air as I snarled and reached to grab him. He easily dodged and flew to the top of an evergreen. I watched, seething, as he gulped down the last of my breakfast. Okay, now, that bird is going to die painfully and slowly.
I shifted and leapt easily to the top of the pine, but Hawk flew away. I jumped back down and shifted back, my jeans barely surviving. I bitterly walked back into the house and retrieved the hide from the icebox and began the painstaking work of tanning it. Oh, well, at least he didn’t get the last of my coffee.
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Nice work so far. I 'm interested where this one will go. I found the last line quite amusing.
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I can't even read all of it, it is also a really faggy story

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Age : 22 Joined : 27 Nov 2005 Posts : 867 Location : Canada

i don't think explanation was needed i think Fag is one of thoughs

"OMG ITS A DIAPER FUR FOURM I GOTTA CAUSE SHIT CUZ IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ME" Kinda people either that or hes just a dumbass wanting to cause trouble.

either way he'll get banned ^^"
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Misery Loves Company, But Not in the Middle of the Friggin’ Night

As darkness fell and Jack turned in for the night, a shadow formed outside the gates. It materialized slowly, like watching mist dissipate in reverse. As the shape began to solidify, one could see Urfarah’s human form manifest. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. Urfarah sneered at the thought of staying in human skin for extended periods of time like this. It was enough to make him claustrophobic. In his current from, his senses were greatly diminished. His eyesight and sense of touch were okay, but his sense of smell and hearing seemed muted.
He snarled. Take it easy. Just go in and judge the kid, and you’ll be home come dinnertime tomorrow. Urfarah waited as he got his story straight. He had decided to use the name Bram Dolph for this mission. He was just an Uratha passing through, no harm done. He used his powers to make his clothes look travel worn and tattered. He added some scars and fresh cuts to his bronzed skin. There’d be no way that Jack would buy his story if he didn’t have any scars on his body to show past battles.
Urfarah cringed as a ragged scar branded the right side of his face. It wove over his eye and laid across his cheek like a hateful snake. He had received the laceration during his final battle. Six of his sons and daughters had attacked him. The skirmish was long and ruthless. His own children fighting to wound him, but with every crimpling attack they dealt, he had blocked and subdued the wolf that dealt it. Yeah, they had gotten in some scarring blows, but overall they had been unable to defeat him. It wasn’t to last, though, as one of his sons had realized what was needed in order to bring down his father and save the pack. A death blow. Urfarah was unable to defend himself as his spirit ban was enacted. Enraged, Urfarah had let loose a deafening howl that shook the world as he killed the son that slew him.
Urfarah sat on the unforgiving ground as he relived his past. Grief racked his frame as he suddenly howled into the calm night. A long mournful sound that told of his regret without truly speaking. He would never forgive himself for becoming so weak and endangering his children. If it wasn’t for Luna, he would have become a violent spirit of revenge, a product of feeling betrayed, but she alone had soothed his fiery rage into submission and shown him the poisonous fruits of his deeds.
As Urfarah bowed his head in shame, he heard a response in the distance. Another pain-racked howl rose over the valley. This one started deep as a bear’s growl but rose to a keening cry as it faded into silence. Urfarah cocked phantom ears. A brother, suffering from a similar fate? Urfarah howled a question. “ Who are you?”
The howl returned closer. “ The alpha of this territory.”
An Uratha. Jack. “ May I seek shelter in your lands?”
An ebony-furred Gauru emerged from the tree line inside the perimeter. As he came into the moonlight, he let his form fade into his human skin. Jack, clad in the tattered remains of a pair of unlucky jeans, stood in front of Urfarah with only the fence to separate them. “ Who are you?”
“ Bram Dolph. I have traveled far and hard, sir.”
Jack snorted irritably. “ I can see that.”
“ I would like to find temporary shelter in you territory, so that I can recover from my battle with a Predator King.”
Jack scanned him and scented the air. “ Depends, did he follow you?”
Urfarah met Jack’s gaze with amber fire. “ He won’t be following anyone.”
Jack nodded. “ Then, you can stay the night and the day, but come this time tomorrow, I want you gone. Do you understand?”
Not a worry, boy. “ I understand, sir.”
Jack nodded and opened the gate. Urfarah carefully stood to his full height, easily standing a head over Jack, but Jack’s confidence didn’t deflate at this new revelation. Jack held out his hand. “ Jack.”
Urfarah took his hand with equal grip. “ There a last name to go with the first?”
“ Yeah, but you won’t be staying long enough to use it.” Jack let go and started to lead the way back. A bit proud and somewhat rude, but a practical pup. At least he won’t turn down a person in need.
Urfarah allowed himself a limp as he followed Jack. Gotta make myself convincing. Jack allowed himself a look back at the older man. Bram appeared to be no younger than forty, with white peppering his jet black hair, but no older than fifty-five with his skin as healthy and his muscles as pronounced as they were. Jack had no trouble believing that this man defeated a Predator King by himself. Bram could have easily killed twenty with the power that radiated off of him. Jack knew without a shadow of a doubt that this man was dangerous despite his weakened state.
Jack sighed. Nevertheless… Jack turned on his heel and grabbed Bram’s arm and lifted him onto his back. The surprised man hesitated. “ What are you doing?”
“ You’re too slow and obviously too hurt. This’ll save us time and you energy that you can devote to healing.” Jack took off at an even run to prevent jostling the wounded man too much. In about fifteen minutes, they reached the cabin, and Jack returned Bram to his own two feet. Jack led him inside and took him to one of two rooms that just so happened to have beds in case this kind of thing happened.
“ Here you go. A place to stay. There’s food in the ice box, well water in all of the plumbing, and a stream outside. Help yourself.”
Bram raised an eyebrow. “ That’s it. No warnings.”
“ I figure a man of your age should know the basic jargon by now. You bite me, I bite you. Yada yada yada. Either way we’re both bit and angry and have a nasty scrap on our hands. Goodnight and heal up nice so I can have you leave tomorrow without feeling guilty.”
Jack returned to his room and eagerly fell asleep. Urfarah chuckled to himself. I like this kid.
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Better seperation of the story would be nice so it does not appear to be simply an impeading wall of text.

But other then that, good story.
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You've worked this along nicely....keep it up.
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