The Prophecy and the Wolf (Riskia & Darling & Star-chan)

[Riskia Vetis]

 

[Riskia Vetis]

-Darling-Desire-

Fear? Large bright cyan eyes appeared out of the blackness, searching the endless nothingness for the source of the sudden emotion. An certain emotion which the god had not felt in a very very long time, nearly five centuries to be exact yet feeling it know didn’t cause the being to become scared in any way. Rather the opposite as a toothed maw like grin spread across its canine face. Finally after sleeping in a silent slumber waiting for the call, Fenrir finally received the summons which would free him from his isolation and bring him back to the mortal realm. Finally he will be able to take revenge on the one who trapped his soul in this god damn stone and wreak havoc on the planet Earth and all Man-kind. Again the sudden feeling of dread filled him, so strong it was that Fenrir believed that whoever had happened to possess him was powerful and hopefully just as evil as him. He only thought this since he was still bound forever to the stone, to where his soul would stay regardless if his physical form ceased to exist. That made the possessor, whoever or whatever it may be his master; a disturbing thought that the God didn’t take too kindly to. Worst still was the fact that he couldn’t simply kill the wearer, because if he did that he would then be locked away back within the stone. No, the creature that possessed him now was the link to the mortal realm. Like it or not he couldn’t kill them…not yet anyways.

Again the call came, this time much stronger and full of dread. In that instant the stone worn on the boy’s neck started to glow brightly and with a surge of powerful magic the mighty God appeared. Standing before the boy with its back turned, a massive wolf stood, thick jet black fur covering all its form and a strange marking on his left flank marking him for what he was…the son of Loki. The one who summoned him couldn’t see, but Fenrir was wearing a toothed grin as his eyes once again saw the dirt and water that was Earth. That grin vanished in a flash though was it realized the danger that had caused his master’s sudden fear and dread. He could see the wild uncontrolled magic whipping across the water’s surface just as the strong currents swept back toward him like a tidal wave. It didn’t come even close before Fenrir quickly assessed the situation and took action, pulling his head back and letting out a piercing howl escape his powerful lungs. Within the howl, his magic flooded out like a wave of cyan light releasing the magic that had gone array. All at once the water around them went flat and still, but it didn’t stay that way as water continued to pour out of the ruined dam threatening to drown them.

Acting upon instinct rather than duty, Fenrir finally turned to the one who possessed the stone, the one who summoned him and not so gently bit down on the boy’s hand. Since he didn’t want to yet kill his newly found Master, the wolf tugged carefully on the boys flesh still too preoccupied by the raising waters than to have looked at him more closely. If he would have, he might have left the boy there to drown and return back to his endless solitude. Once a safe distance to the shore where the water only had a slow current, Fenrir released his master and walked up onto the bank. Shaking what little water that had wetted his fur, the wolf finally looked back at the nearly nude form of a human. A HUMAN!!! Instantly the god grew angry as his ears pinned back and he bared his teeth at the boy, there must have been a mistake. He, the god destined to destroy the world…was to have a human as his master? Outraged as he was, he wasn’t too rash in his anger to forget the situation that caused this boy to somehow be able to summon him.

Forgetting about the human at that moment, Fenrir stepped away creating distance between them as he surveyed the immediate area. The magic that had caused the dangerous currents had to be caused by something or someone, and yet after a few moments of using his superior hearing and sight he found no source to the danger. Again the massive wolf lowered its ears and growled lowly as it realized what caused the water’s to act like a whirlpool. Narrow cyan eyes locked back on the foolish human as Fenrir determined he was the cause, the cause of everything. How could a pathetic human conjure this powerfully strong and wild magic and be able to not only call to him, but also summon him? Obviously the uncontrolled magic was a sign of inexperience or ignorance, probably both and yet he still didn’t want to see the main issue with all of this. This human, this child was his master. He referred to it as a child because compared to his own long life, this boy’s age was a tiny sliver to his own.  

[Riskia Vetis]

-Darling-Desire-

Lost in thought as the wolf tried to determine wither he should obey the likes of a weak and pathetic human or save himself some dignity and devour the poor fool; it was decided as soon as Fenrir heard the boy’s words. ‘Who are you?’ he asked, like hell he would give his name to anyone let alone a mortal. For if someone were to learn his name and say perhaps while hold the stone that bound his very life essence then that person would have control over him. Even a novice in magic would know as much, not the stone part but knowing his true name. That was how magic as a whole worked in the world; know the true name and let the magic within one’s self flow through it to control it to their every whim. No, Fenrir wouldn’t dare give this child his name nor would he tell him that he was a god, an immortal. Such knowledge would only result in disaster for him, unless of course they planned to do what he was scheming all those centuries in his isolation. That’s right, the complete destruction of the world; first kill all the humans and goodly races and then blow up the whole planet. That is why Fenrir had hoped an evil race, perhaps a drow or a lich of some nature would come to possess him because then not only would they be moving toward the same goal, but they would also live considerably longer than a human’s meager life. Eighty to ninety years was not a long time, and since he had no idea how long it would take to achieve his goal it wasn’t long enough in his bright cyan eyes.

Eyes which narrowed further to become a deadly stare as the hunches on the wolf’s back rose and ears flattened in a threatening posture, no Fenrir wouldn’t dare obey a human let alone a child as his lips pulled even tighter making his large pearl white fangs appear all the more menacing. The stone around the boy’s neck suddenly turned black as the wolf gave one more savage snarl before it turned and lunged right at him, his razor sharp teeth wide as it jumped at the seemingly defenseless boy. Seemingly…being the key word. For the moment Fenrir was about to reach his target and kill the weak creature, the stone around the boy’s neck glowed brightly and in an instant a strange crimson circle like pattern appeared in midair between him and his prey. A magical ward!!! Unable to stop his momentum in flight, he hit the sudden barrier head on and for a moment just floated there before the recoil of the magic launched him away with devastating force. So strong that force was that it sent him many dozen of yards into the nearby forest colliding and breaking trees as he went. His ride ended with a rather rough collision with a very old oak, the impact causing the great tree to shake violently sending leaves down off the branches. In that moment, the stone returned back to a glowing red and heated up some to the touch. Getting up slowly with a muffled growl, Fenrir winced in pain but knew that it wasn’t anything serious. There was more damage to his pride than actual body that much was certain. Not only could he not pick who his master was, but he couldn’t kill them either.

Anger, that word alone could not begin to describe the hatred Fenrir felt toward this human that was to be his master nor the gods who had done all this to him. This wasn’t fair, nothing in his life was fair. First he was taken as a pup and locked in a cage nearly all his life, than they trick him and bind him until he is helpless leaving him there to suffer. Now this! The frustration of the situation was mounting, to the point where even he thought he might go mad. He needed to do something, anything. With one last glare in the general direction of the boy who possessed him, Fenrir snarled and took off running deeper into the forest. For now he needed time to think and hopefully cool off, but even that idea seemed to turn to smoke after he put a few miles between himself and the human. Out of now where a wall of white flashed in front of him and it took most of his effort not to collide nose first into the sudden cloudy screen. ‘Now what?’ The wolf growled as he skidded to a stop before the wall, the barrier he realized after getting shocked by a jolt of energy the moment he barely touched it with his nose. Fenrir issued another growl in annoyance as he turned away from it and sped off into the other direction. However after hours of running, his frustration only mounted the tip of the iceberg as he learned in dread that he was trapped. To the stone and that human no doubt! As if to test the theory, the wolf started to follow this electric barrier and hours later learned that his suspicion was right. The whole area, the radius of nearly ten miles was centered on the area where he had first met the boy.

That knowledge made Fenrir snap, taking his anger out on any poor creature nearby that wasn’t fast or cunning enough to elude his rage. Several deer and smaller slower animals fall victim to his mighty jaws, even a large buck with an impressive rack lay on the ground torn apart and unrecognizable, its entrails scattered across the immediate area. Still no matter how much he killed it didn’t make the anger lessen, no it only made him want more. Only then did the idea of taking revenge on his master and the gods seem to become very appealing. Since he couldn’t harm the boy physically it seemed and he couldn’t leave him either, then he would do the only thing that he could do. Kill everyone important to him! Yes that seemed like a great idea, Fenrir thought slowly stalking in the direction of the river and more importantly to the village further down. His maw already blood soaked from all the game animals he killed, the wolf walked faster and faster until he was eventually in a dead run. His eyes focused and intent to carry out his deepest and darkest desires. In a matter of minutes the village was insights from a high ridge to the north, there he stood huffing softly as he surveyed the small town picking his course of attack. By this time the sun had long since gone down, so many of the villages occupants were on their way home with lit torches or lanterns. In the cover of darkness, Fenrir had the advantage despite his size and he picked his first target and slid down into the shadows silently.

The first unfortunate soul to become his victim didn’t even see or hear what was coming as Fenrir descended upon the distracted man from behind, his jaws snapping down so quickly on the back of the tall man’s exposed neck that he died instantly. The same couldn’t be said for the woman that was walking beside him only moments before as she turned basket in hand full of vegetables and let out a blood curling scream which abruptly ended. She was dead before the basket hit the dirt, but for Fenrir it wasn’t soon enough. Her scream carried out through the night like an alarm, within moments several torches and men carrying clubs and pitchforks came to investigate. One even came out with a rifle trying to figure out what all the distress was about, possibly figuring it was a murder or animal attack. ‘No matter’ thought the wolf. ‘No mortal weapons can kill me!’ Standing his ground even as the light from the torches grow in intensity,Fenrir gave a toothed grin as many gasped at the scene before him. He took that sound as a queue and exploding into action going first after the man holding the gun. A shot fired and he felt a burning pain in the chest, yet still the wolf charged forward and lunged as the man turned the gun to block the attack. Teeth locking against metal as his maw bit down on the barrel of the rifle, he smiled inside as he adjusted his hold on the weapon carefully and with a sudden snap of his powerful jaws broke the gun in two like it was a toothpick. The man beneath him was horrified at the realization that death was fast approaching, didn’t even have time to draw a breath to scream as jaws found his throat and ripped it open. Rising up off the latest kill, Fenrir turned and glared at the crowd with menacing blood drenched teeth looking for the next victim, but than a desperate voice called out. A voice that was all too familiar for Fenrir’s liking, the wolf growled furiously as it turned its head in the direction it had come to lock his deadly gaze with the human boy from earlier. The master he so wished he could kill.  

[Riskia Vetis]

-Darling-Desire-

Had Fenrir thought anything of this boy, this mortal he might have taken precaution and avoided the magical attack aimed directly at him. But being the arrogant and stubborn type he was, the god stood his ground believing the attack from the enraged wizard would be weak against the likes of him. Boy was he wrong as the flames shot out directly at him, hitting him squarely in between the eyes blinding him. Instantly it seemed he was engulfed completely in the hot fire which burned his fur and his flesh. Roaring in hatred and pain, Fenrir tried to counter the attack by using his own magic to release the spell aimed at him. However his attempt to call it forth and us it was blocked, he couldn’t bring it forth to save himself from his master’s onslaught. But why? Outraged and fading fast, the wolf let one more deafening howl escape his maw before the fire utterly consumed all of him and banished him back within the stone. A stone which once was red and warm was not white as snow and as cold as ice. Inside the god once again captive lay still in his dark prison, drained of all energy and magic though very much conscious and aware of what had happened. He had underestimated his master and was once again stuck within the stone until who knows when.

For a long while Fenrir remained in the darkness feeling hatred toward his master and himself for having underestimated the mortal, he should have known better. It was only when he calmed did the darkness around him change, becoming lighter until it was almost too bright in contrast to the black he was so used to. Images came into focus and for many long moments Fenrir lay shocked and confused at what he was seeing. There were people, all of which seemed uneasy. When was came toward him bag in hand, it quickly dawned on the wolf that he wasn’t seeing through his own eyes, but that of the boy. Words were spoken and the confusion only seemed to grow as the god watched through his master’s eyes what was going on, what was being done to him. He was being exiled…good the wolf thought yet despite his success in making this boy’s life miserable, he too felt the pain in his own chest at the banishment. The feeling that followed only made Fenrir want to vomit, the sadness and grief washing over him like an unwanted sickness drowning him deeper in the emotional void. It was worse than any torture he endured, feeling the same pain this human was feeling, it was maddening. “ENOUGH,” the wolf finally growled out into the void wanted the emotions not his own to go away, but he didn’t expect the human to be able to hear his thought not while he was inside the stone.