The Black Marshes

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    Wolf Professor Nick Cutter.

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    *Wolf had walked in a state of deleriousness for hours, and had the voices of many repeating themselves in her mind. Sounds mocked and sniped with no shape, bludgeoning every thought and action with a multitude of dark power. Something ebbed in her veins..and could not be questioned.

    The Black Marshes were what lay through the labyrinth of a mountain that followed the forests, and were not desired as territory by any creature that had the ability to find it, for good and honest reason. It had once been the final resting ground for the deceased wolves of every creed, when the living had not called it marshland, but "Ilfeumn", a neutral ground to which the various packs of the world had honored by sharing. Yet those were distant times. Today's wolf would waver at the sight of this boggy chaos, as the marsh now played only to a foul smell for the plunder it gave to the leeching carrion. All 'honor' to which it may once have had now became nothing more than a faded ideal, found only in what little was remembered of it now.

    Wolf's paw touched the mud, and instantly a pain shot through her skin. The agony of her injuries was unbearable, and yet her mind drove her away from healing, into the arms of death. This was no place for laying and waiting, but nothing could attack her even if it wanted to. Her invisibility assured that. Crawling to a single knarled tree clinging just to threads of life, Wolf approached it, and instantly her skill was broken. Fully visible, Wolf tried to run, but was kept anchored, and looking down, her paws were wrapped with vines, their tendrils slowly spreading up her legs and feet with astonishing speed, and strength unthinkable for such a modest plant. They spread to her neck, and coiled round it like a poisonous snake. As they did so, the stems thickened, graining bloodily into the skin, tightening their hold, squeezing out life to the sound of a carrying howl cut short by the sudden noise of a sickening crunch.

    Wolf fell limp. Around her body, a purple fog began to grow...*
     
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    *hears a howl*
    *the howling stops*
    *starts running into the right direction, for she knows that wolf must be there somewhere*
     
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    *The deep violet mist swathes around the crushed body, and engulfs it, building upwards in a spiral that twists and turns dangerously into the hanging grey clouds above. Within it, thunder collides and pulsates together, until it forms one, echoing boom amid the gathering storm, molding into a drumbeat, the rhythm felt not only in the wind but in the very vibrations of the earth. A howl resonating from the pit of a ruined stomach shatters the scene's magnitude, and indeed turns the very sky black, as if the sound enough was poison. The height of the smoke falls, and boils over something central within it. The atmosphere is suddenly bathed in moonlight, and everything falls silent.

    Out of dying blackness comes the footfall of one equally dark. Standing upright upon two legs, a creature emerges, and though it bears the coat of it's once wolfish ancestor, it cannot call itself such a name. That bestial purity has been rudely severed in half. The face and tail of Wolf merged with a human figure gazes forth, and howls once more...*
     
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    *stops dead in her tracks*
    No! Noooo!!
    *then she realizes the danger and runs like she never ran in her life*
     
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    *Her eyes glowed their familiar dark amber, relishing the technicolor of the world as it appeared so newly vivid. Her hands become objects of fascination for a second, the paws ending with their claws that she once knew appearing longer in both cases, though now with thumbs upon the sides, for which she could find no meaning yet.

    Enough. There was no time for distractions. She could sense something in the air; a scent, something familiar that lurked within the barriers of the past...and offered the peace she desired. She took another step, familiarising her toes with the earth. Walking on two feet was new- it required balance and posture, of which differed greatly amongst the wolfish races. And yet this did not deny walking on all fours altogether. That was not a lost skill. Caring not to linger in the Marshes much longer, she began to follow her nose.

    It turned into a ferocious sprint to catch the trail whilst it was still fresh, almost feverishly ravaging the ground as she hurtled across it.

    In all the irony of the situation, she became more of a beast then than Wolf ever had been.*