Lupin Mountain (prelude) Version 2

The world was fragmenting, vibrations of a crushed dream echoed through the distant valley, a intense full moon glimmered through the fractures in the tree branches, and worst of all, measureless screams and howls made their way from the desecrated village.1

Rivers ran with the thick shade of crimson, staining all the rocks and river banks with the silent remains of human flesh, bones sprinkled the infertile wilderness, and high atop a crag on a mountain, a silhouette emerged, breathing deeply, gasping and drooling, reeking a smell so appalling a man could smell it earlier than seeing it, the aroma of death and decay, blood and guts, surrounded the being.2

Their was nothing natural about this creature, a shadow amongst men, a tainted sprit forced into a cavernous murdering binge for food, fuelled with a blood lust so strong a man of the "so called Christian God" could not turn away, the grotesque creature gazed at the residue of what was left of the area which was once so memorable, so welcoming, a place it called home, but all it could see, was flames, death and destruction.3

Feeling its own vigour draining, the creature knew that its crimes were being punished, karma was taking affect, the creature knew without having to check that during all the massacre it had somehow been stabbed with one of the farmers blades, knowing that its fate was here to claim its soul, it stared up at the sky, high above, the moon called to it as a beacon, a glowing crystal radiating in the sky, where the mother goddess laid looking down on its people. 4

Wondering why it was put through so much pain and agony, the creature bellowed out to its god, a call so loud that all around went quiet, as if the world stopped moving to hear the tortured scream of a shattered creature, all its energy and passion was put into leaving its final howl in the world, a howl that represented its frustration at its primal energy, as it stopped, all around him was quiet, as if a curse was lifted from him, he collapsed on the high crag that it stood, its breathing rate reducing, and the world, the stars and the moon all stared quietly as the wolf-man died in its own blood.