Yeisan crouched low to the ground, belly brushing the dirt under him as he swayed with the wind and prepared himself for the chase. The deer just across the field hadn't noticed him yet and as he waited for the perfect moment he watched the simple creature graze, mind at ease and completely unaware of his fate.1
He hadn't always hunted, not like this. He'd never been so low to the ground and still able to move, so tense and yet so relaxed. His muscles quivered with anticipation in a way they had never been able to quiver before. It was exhilarating and scary at the same time.2
He'd been a priest of Naftei only a couple of years before when he attempted one of the riskiest meditations known to the Priesthood. He attempted to shape shift into the body of his spirit guide, into the body of a wolf. Yeisan hadn't realized that he wouldn't be able to go back to being himself. He thought that he'd just get a fleeting moment looking through the eyes of a wolf, a wild and free animal and then he could carry on being a priest who'd seen more than any other Priest in all of Obanion.3
But he couldn't. And he didn't just carry on. His body tried to absorb the wolf, tried to tame it. And it worked for a few moments. And then his body erupted in a violent flurry of agony and tearing flesh. The wolf refused to be held captive, restrained inside the human body. As he struggled to keep control, the wolf struggled just as hard to take it.4
It felt like hours before Yeisan fell panting to the ground in the temple, his legs not responding to his attempts to stand upright. He looked over his shoulder and tried to scream but heard a distant yowling. He jumped, trying to scream for help but all he heard was the yowling. Looking down, he shook his head it was heavier and his neck seemed longer his feet were different too. Paws, even. 5
With a disgruntled noise he tried to pull himself onto all fours and was surprised when it worked. It was natural. It seemed ... right. He knew there was a mirror behind him so slowly, very slowly, he turned to look at himself. He stared in disbelief.6
He'd become the wolf.
Author notes
It's not quite five hundred but any more and it would have been "over kill".
It's supposed to be a short description of how were-wolves may have come into existence in the world I have created. Naftei is the god of cats and shapeshifters so it seemed appropriate for a shapeshifter to be one of her priests.
Yes, she and this are fictional and please do not steal my ideas for I will be very, very angry.
By the way, I like Strawberry ice cream
A contest entry
- The First Werewolf!...or Faerie?....or Dragon?.... by MoonRoseWolf.
450 points, ended March 28, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next story in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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This is wonderfully written, great description and concepts! Just enough detail too, leaves the reader wanting more. So go write some more of the story please, don't leave us hanging!
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I also like how this is written and it is very easy to follow - great piece keep penning
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I like how this is written, I like his emotions to the change.
This has great potential to be continued. For example he may become hunted by a different tribe and when he bites the person they also become a werewolf. Thus a battle between "good" and "Evil" werewolves -
I really like this....and the 500 word thing is okay, I agree with you....
This was a really inspired idea, and it flowed extremely well. I loved your descriptions, and I also liked your use of ancient mythology, fictional or otherwise...
Also....'Yes, she and this are fictional and please do not steal my ideas for I will be very, very angry.'....o.o.....don't worry, I won't mr nice writer sir....lol, I'm a but scared....
Just joking, but overall this was a really well written piece with a brilliant idea, well done, and good luck in the contest!
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