Blood Part I
#1 of Blood
Use discretion while reading this story! Although this story is clean, and contains no sex; be advised this story contains:
• Blood / Gore
• Excessive Violence in some parts
• Language
• Adult Content
• Suggestive Themes
Safety. Safety is a perplexing concept, is it not? You are never safe although not always in danger. What gives us 'safety'? A structure with four walls and a roof, that we can isolate ourselves or our world in? Companionship? A functioning body?
I, currently, have none of those things; yet I am safe. I lie on cold, hard, crunchy snow. My pelt bloodied. I try to gulp air into my failing lungs in between violent coughing fits that occasionally resulted in blood. My belly was torn open, organs followed me on the ground as I crawled with a sickening slimy sound. I crawled, for some reason trying to delay the inevitable Acceptance. It is not that I was not ready to be Accepted, something else was driving me. A force unknown to me. Some determination from deep inside of me forcing my body to continue. Things could only look up from here, nothing could be worse. I was 'safe'.
I looked into the wolf's eyes as he struggled, peering into his soul. I watched him for several minutes coughing, hacking, and gurgling. The metallic stench of his blood was everywhere, but so too was the wolf's fear scent. It was a pitiful scene. I had seen enough.
With nothing except cold efficiency I began. I approached. I brought my foot down on his stomach with as much force as I could muster. It gave and I felt my foot submerge in warm bodily fluids and blood. The wolf gurgled loud, tears in his eyes, although didn't even tense a muscle in retaliation. I took a sharp claw and severed his bladder and intestines with ease. Blood spewed out. His gurgling was falling fainter. I stood and walked in front of him, some of his guts were still sticking to the pads of my feet. Crouching, I raised his head to look me in the eyes. He was still gurgling, and blinked slowly at me. I petted his head with my other paw lightly, I raised him up to my chest, and twisted. I heard the bones in his neck break loudly. His head and neck were turned completely around. I tossed his limp body back to the ground. I stood up and surveyed my doing. Messy. I turned around and left the Accepted wolf behind me, trailing his fluids as I left.
This wolf, it had been watching me for several minutes as I struggled. He looked me in the eyes, his stare was cold and unsympathetic. Why was he waiting? I actually began to fear him, as his cold and calculated stare penetrated my body. I was not afraid of being Accepted, I was afraid of how much mercy this wolf would show me. Suddenly, without warning, he approached. A sick, malicious smirk lay upon his face. I watched him plant his foot inside of my stomach. Excruciating pain shot through my body. He adjusted his foot and wiggled his toes as my fluids spilled onto the blood soaked ice. I gurgled and managed a yelp. I felt a razor sharp claw tear through some parts of me, they are too far behind me to see. Through all of this, I felt I was becoming safer and safer.
Being Accepted is an honor; a wolf awaits his time to be picked. I was experiencing the most painful thing of my shortening mortal life. I am awaiting my fate with pride and dignity. The wolf pads over to me, I feel his claws rip more of my stomach as it sticks or gets clawed by his foot. He grabs my face and looks me in the eyes. He was not performing the ritual of acknowledging an animal as it makes its journey to the End, he was trying to tell me that he feels nothing for us. He strokes my head. I pray to my son and wife, who are probably already dead, to be strong and forgive this beast. He squeezes me against his muscular breast, and I feel a snap. That was it. He is sending me. I am being Accepte-...
"Ma'am, our mission is finished." I tell the pack chieftain."