Lycan:storie of Silverus

[Shagrath]

This is only a prolog type thing, and its all that is on the computer at the momvent, but its a werewolf type storie, and its a Lycan vs. Vampire story, but anyway, PM me and tell me if its any good, if it is, Ill post some more of it, and critisisem is welcom from expierenced wrighters ohyeah, one more thing, please exscuse the spelling errors as I cant spell for crap.
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LYCAN: Story of Silverus

A lone man was walking on the dark path, his travling cloak billowing in the wind. his hair was long, black with streaks of silver, and pulled back, he was being followed and he knew it, there where five of them, the leader and four lackys. The men slowly crept up behind the travler drawing they're knives The man they where following walked into the middle of the road and took a flask from his hip, took a long drought and placed it back on his hip.
"'Ullo there travler, how are you this fine night? Are you well aware that there is a toll for crossing the path, and we are the toll colectors here. It'll be, um, twelve gold pieces, unless you got us a better deal."
Silence.
"Oi, you stop an' give us your money, or me and m'boys here will have to take your gold bag from your cold dead body, and maby we'll have some fun and cut you up more than needed, maby we'll even find your fammily and mail you back in tiney pieces."
The travler turnd around, and steped into the moon-linght, his eyes glowing yellow in the night, he removed his cloak and loosend his shirt, smiling a wicked smile baring his teeth, which where pointed like a dogs.
"Yes, i have a better deal. How about I beat you all into the ground below us and mail you to your vampire nobles in pieces. Unless you have a better deal for me."
"What? How dare you talk to us like that! We'll show you. Boys, get him!" the man thrust out his are and the other four rushed past him twoard the travler. they had put they're knives in line with his heart and were planning on an easy kill.
The travler looked up at the full moon. "The moon is bright tonight." There was a ferral growl, and the sound of bones cracking. The travler had crouched and his skin began to curl, his shoulders broadnd and his arms grew larger. His eyes became wolf-like, his mouth became a maw of teeth and his ears became long and pointed.
A sound of closth ripping. The man began to rip the garments from his morphing fram, his skin falling off as if another one was growing in super speed behind it, silver fur was growing in where his skin had fallen off already. The man was a lycan, a werwolf, and he was big.
The men that were rushing a moneyless, smartmouthed travler, were now running from a seven foot, silver beast. Pushing to get as far as possible befor he stuck, one of the men triped and fell. The Huge beast bounded tword the fallen man and scooped him up in one massive arm hefting the man over his head he bit the man in two, blood pooring over him, making him more ferle. He threw the mutlelated corps at the fleeing men, hitting one square in the back.
The lycan quickly rushed twoard the stricken man and bit his side with his huge maw. The sent of blood driving him crazy, he rushed twoard another of the poor theifs and took him out by biting his neck, picking him up and throwing him at another of the running men. The man who was just hit got back up and began to run again, but, the lycan was too fast and crushed the his leg with his mouth. Now only the leader of them was left and the lycan wanted his message put out, he grabed the poor man in his left hand and his claws in his right hand grew like tallons. He ripped off the mans shirt and made three deep lasting cuts in the mans chest, they made a cressent moon shaped cut.
With a growl he begain to talk in a deep, rasping, throughty voice. "Tell your vampire lords that the lycans are back, and if you invade our teritory again we will take more from you. Your freinds are mine."
He threw the bleeding man into the forest and began to shrink back to normal size, but stayed in lycan form, picked up his cloak, and walked away.
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critisisem welcom. just pm it to me plz

[Shagrath]

ok, here is a bit more, its just like half of chapter 1 though...
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I

The creature ran on all fours, like a wolf. A silver streak on it's back visible as he ran. Its speed had thus been doubled and his den was only another mile away. The men following him were townsfolk from a nearby village and wanted him dead, for he was a lycan, or a werewolf as they called him. Unknown to the townsfolk though, he was luring them to a trap, for there was a war coming, a war between the lycan and the vampires, and the lycan were running low on men, and supplies.

Some men had stopped him down the road, earlier for hope of coin, but they were sorely mistaken, one man was dead, three of them were now running they're way toward the den, and the last of them was used as bait to the people of the town. They had taken the bait and now he was being chased by about twenty or so men, mostly armed with hunting rifles, and a few with pistols.

One man fired a shot and a sapling to the beast's right exploded into splinters. Speeding up a bit to get to the ambush point and another shot was taken this time, the round shot by his ear the air around it hot. He moved as if he was shot, stumbling into the brush, and fell over, attempted to get up, and began to trot down the last few feet. Another shot hit the ground and he collapsed in a fake death.

The men stopped firing and ran over to the beast lying dead, yelling things like "I hit him!" and "Good shot!" to the man who supposedly killed it. The creature ha fallen under two trees and so the men moved to him. When the men stopped moving, six lycan jumped from the trees and attacked them. The fallen lycan jumped up and howled up at the moon, and slashed one of the men. Then a man came upon him with his gun raised high, as if to strike him down. The blow never came as another werewolf lunged in and with his mighty jowls, bit into the man's side, leaving him for wolfdom latter on in the night.

The first lycan was fighting a big man, larger than any other in the group, he wielded a hefty looking gun, and a broad sword on his back. The man took one shot and missed, another shot was taken, and he had to reload. The wolf rushed in, and leapt over the man's head. The man's name was Mallick, and he threw down his gun, and drew his broad sword. "Die, you beast!" He said, and slashed at the wolf. Dogging the blow, and again leaping through the air, he was able to get to the back of the man. Thinking that the wolf ran off, he began to battle two more, who were not as much of a match for him, one was cut down, and the other was hit with the prommle hard enuff to shatter a man's bones.

Then the vampires came, four of them, they drove off the remaining humans, and only Mallick was left battling the fierce creatures. The wolf grabbed Mallick and Bit down on his neck. Mallick tried to break free, but it came to no progress, the beast had him in his clutches, and there was nothing he could do about it. A vampire lunged up, and struck the wolf who was biting his neck. Letting go to fend off the new foe, the wolf threw down the man, saving the rest for latter.

"Silverus," said a cold voice, "It's been such a long time. Tell me do you remember my name?" said a vampire. He had dark skin, and small horns were sprouting from his head.

[Shagrath]

Rite, here is some more of the story, if any of you actuly care wtf Im wrighting, so... have fun... and if its any good, tell me, if its bad tell me.
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His clothing was complex, and held the scalps of many a werewolf. His belt had the skull of a wolf on it were the belt buckle would be.

"No, I suppose you wouldn't, would you?" He looked around, and saw Mallick just laying there, pointing a finger he said "Bite him." And a vampire ran over to the fallen man, and began to engorge himself. The closest wolf wouldn't stand for it, and bit the man as well. Mallick began to twitch, and he awoke to the bite of two different races on his body. The wolf on his arm swiped at the vampire, and clawed its eye out. Mallick fainted from loss of blood, and another wolf took up a branch, stabbed the vampire in the neck, and it released its grip upon the man's neck, two prick wholes left were he was bitten.

Both the lycan and the vampires fight for the humans, one just for food, the other for fun. Dominance was the main concern for both races though, dominance over all other races on this earth, they both new it, but never said it.

"You, realize that, what we have created here is not either of our races? He will be a freak, and not accepted by either of our races. Let me destroy him. Let us end this before it starts you." The vampire said.

"No, I shall not let you kill him, he is ours, and you will not touch him."

"Very well, let us fight for the creature. You and me, in a duel to the death. Your defeat will be slow, painful, and I, your executioner my name is Derbilith." The vampire said. "Tell me your name now, so I know what to carve onto your tomb stone."

"Silverus." The wolf said with a low growl. "It will be your tombstone that is carved, if your race had a body to die to." He retorted

The other remaining vampire looked to Derbilith for instructions, but none came. "Master, what do you wish me to do?"

Derbilith looked at him, as if he was an idiot. "What else? Keep them away from the fight. You fool." The vampire then drew his blade, it had a golden blade with ornate carvings on it, the hilt was a dark steely color, and had a ruby at one end, and an emerald at the other. The blade was thin, and about two feet long, not the weapon you would expect from a hulking brute like Derbilith.

Silverus took his position, and waited for Derbilith to take action, a minute passed, then another… The wind began to blow, and the vampire, becoming impatient with the wait attacked with ferocity one would think to come from a wolf his blade leading the way as he rushed at Silverus. The wolf moved out of the way at the last second dodging the blow and attacking with one of his own, he slashed with his claws, the right one coming into the vampires chest, and the left into its arm. Seething with the fury of being hit by the wolf, which he regarded as inferior, Derbilith struck at Silverus' back, as he was rising, he managed to graze the brute, but hardly fazed him. It was Siverus' turn to put up an offensive, with three swipes a head butt, and a sweeping kick, he had brought Derbilith to the defensive, and it seamed that he had him, but then with the defense of an over head, two handed attack, the battle once again, was in Derbilith's favor. He thrust at Silverus and missed, as the wolf moved off to the left.

Silverus feigned left, and attacked to his right, as Derbilith went to defend his left flank. With a sweep kick, Silverus knocked over Derbilith, who in a futile attempt, brought down his rapier on Silverus' arm. The blade became wedged in the muscle of his left arm. He grabbed the blade, and began to turn to the half human point, as far as he could go in his affliction of the old wolf. He became smaller, and more human, but still retained his fur, snout, and other qualities of the wolf.

With the rapier, he began to make precisian attacks, they were weak but enough of them would fall the massive vampire. The blade went into a brazier, full of burning cinders, and when it came out, it was red hot. Silverus moved to Derbilith, and with two motions, struck the chest of the vampire, in it making the cross that the foolish humans believed to ward off vampires.

His eyes watering from the pain, Derbilith said, "You foolish little dog, I shall see you die, your body limp, and motionless as the whole of your, den," he spat "Falls to our great lord." Before he could finish his last words, Silverus struck the vampires eyes with the still hot blade, burning them, causing massive cataracts, and his instant blindness.

"You shall not see anything, nor shall you have the joy of hearing the fall of this den, if, it ever did fall." Silverus then stabbed through Derbilith's chest, at the center of the cross, and his death was instantaneous. Gold, killed vampires, and Derbilith, in all his conceitedness wielded this weakness as if to show he was unafraid of it. With its last beat, his heart, pumped out the black blood of his body, and Silverus took this blood, smeared it upon his face, in tribal ways he painted a skull on his forehead, and stripes across his mussel, he threw his head back, and howled at the moon. To further Derbiliths disgrace, he kicked it into a pit, and ordered that the other two vampires were to be thrown into the pit as well. The werewolves did so without needing to be told twice.

He looked down into the pit, and six huge lycan, towering seven-foot beasts, that were his brothers rushed out, and began to devour the two living ones, and ripped the dead body to shreds. One of the beasts, ripped off the head of one of the vampires, and threw the mutilated body of Derbilith back up to Silverus, and he too, ripped the head from his body, black blood dripping from his prize, he once again kicked the body down into the pit to rot.

He turned around, and moved to the fallen man, the man who was to become the hybrid if he lived the night. The man in his sleep looked tormented, and pained, and Silverus too, remembered what it was like to become one of the creatures that he was, he could only imagine the pain that Mallick was going to go threw tonight…

A large werewolf, the packs alpha, came out of the den. His name was Panzer, nicknamed after the German world war two tank. His massive arms covered in long matted fur, a dark brown almost black, and his blue eyes, revealed the intelligence of him though. A red slash was noticeable going along his left eye, his ears had been ripped, and nicked, and healed so many times before. One side of his face had a gnarly gash, were in a fight for dominance his opponent took up a branch, and swatted him with it. He was a towering eight-foot beast, weighing six hundred pounds in his lycan form. He no longer possessed a tail, that too was one of the losses he took during his fight for dominance, it had been physically ripped from his spine, and used to whip him.

He walked with an air of leadership, and had been for seven years, the longest term an alpha male in power remained in power. As he moved down the battlefield, he looked to Silverus for a head count.

"There was only one dead, sir, but we had four wounded." A low-level wolf said, cringing, waiting for the blow that would surely come.

"But, you forget how many we gained," said another. "We gained twelve new wolves this day!" he quickly put in.

"Any dead wolf, is still a dead wolf. He is still a loss for this den." Silverus said sternly, "He was a good one too, with six kills under his tail, and three younglings as well."

"Did he have any young?" Panzer asked

"No sir, that would just be more grief unto us." Said one of the wolves. "He was a bit of a loner, so, he stayed mostly to himself."

Panzer nodded, and said "burn the body, we can't have anyone find it." He turned away and began to move, motioning Silverus to follow. As they walked Silverus finished bandaging his wounded arm.

"The duel was quite interesting, it seamed as if he may have had you for a time." The trees around them were getting denser, as Panzer led Silverus though the forest, they were blackened, as if by fire, and Silverus could tell that this area was old. He soon recognized it for were it was, this was were he found the den all those years ago. Were he killed the human thirty years ago for trying to prove that werewolves existed. He remembered the clothes that he left behind here.

"I'm going to the humans again, this time I shall not fail in my mission, I will take the vampire village, the humans there will soon be knocking on our door, and soon, asking for entry." Silverus said

"How will you get to the humans if you are forever in your lycan form? Will they not slay you on sight?" Panzer asked

"Have faith in me, I can get to them as no other in our den could." He was walking toward an old tree, the roots raised from a hundred years of weathering, its black bark peeling away, and a hollow in the center of the tree. "I will, become, one of, them." He said as he reached under the tree, and searched with his hand for something. "Ah, here it is." He said after a minute of searching, he pulled out a medallion. It was in the shape of a wolf's head, and had markings etched into its sides, in place of eyes it had two emeralds. "This is how I will hide with the humans." He said showing off the medallion.

"Yes, it's a very nice piece of jewelry, but how will that help you hide with the humans?"

"It is a medallion enchanted by the last of the alchemists, who is now dead three hundred years, my father. He tried to fix my aliment when I was a young lad in Brittan. Unfortunately, I killed him before it could take effect, and once it did take effect, I became aware of my surroundings, and realized that I killed my father." Silverus became silent after his explanation.

After the moment of silence Panzer asked "How will this keep your sent hidden from the vampires?"

"Like this." Silverus said, and he placed the medallion on.

Silverus' form began to shrink, his muzzle smaller, and became more human, he grew a nose separate from his mouth, and his bones, under the pressure began to crack, and creak. His claws became hands, and his ears more rounded. Panzer realized that this must be a painful thing for one who spent his life as a wolf. His transportation complete, Silverus picked up the tatters of cloak that still existed, his manacles fell off his small body, and he readjusted them.

Once again, he began to root in the tree, and after a little wile, he found what he was looking for, a pair of pants, boots and a shirt, a bag came with the shirt, and from the bag, a leather over coat came. Its silver studs gleamed, and shone brightly in the night sky.

[Shagrath]

Not much, but its some, I am just showing you the weapons that he carrys, they are preaty bad ass in my oppion, at least the guns are, the blade is standerd for me...
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As he unraveled it a blade was found, the blade had been in his family for generations, and he was the last to wield it, three hundred years ago. In its time, it had been called the WolvesBane, but many who knew its name, now resided within the earth. It had a thirty-six inch blade, and the hilt was another six, curving slightly at the tip, it was double edged, and had at the base of the blade, "sword-breaker" ridges. The hilt itself was made of fine metal, made pure by his great-great grandfather, who like his father had been an alchemist. It had no cross guard, and the only thing protecting the hand of its wielder was, a set of wolves heads, around the blade, they acted as a guard, but not well.

Next, Panzer walked to him and gave him a belt of leather, and a pouch of ammunition. "You will need these." He said, as he handed Silverus a pair of guns, one was a revolver; only, it was larger than normal, it had an eight inch barrel, and a second barrel under the first, there were two tumblers as well, one over the other as with its barrel. It looked as if there was a spring under the bottom tumbler, and the first slid out. The second of the guns was of the same make; they had a wolf head engraved on the handle of both. He plunged his hand into the pouch, and pulled out a handful of rounds, larger than the normal 40. Cal round that the werewolves use. The tip of each round, held a blue liquid, this, Silverus realized was the new age of weaponry, and werewolves had adapted to the technology, and began to make they're rounds with ultra violet radiation, the same thing that the vampires had to fear from the sun. By no doubt in Silverus' mind, the vampires too, were developing a weapon against the lycan.

Panzer looked up to him and said, "You have a month to do what you need to do, I fear that anymore time than that and we shall be routed by the vampires. We may have had a small victory today, but it is insignificant in the long run."

Silverus nodded. "I wont take long, it will take me three days to get to the town, and maybe another week to get enough followers to side against the vampires. They are after all, more human looking than us in the long run."

[0darkblade0]

It's good, I have to admit that.

Seriously, this thing has quite a lot of potential. I've noticed, however that there are quite a few spelling mistakes, espacially in the earlier chapters. If you like, I can fix them up for you.

[Shagrath]

I know there is a bunch of spelling errors in the begining, I didnt have a spell check back then, but now Im doing it at school and dont have that problem anymore... and here is a bit more. and chapter two just starts in this one by the way...
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Silverus nodded. "I wont take long, it will take me three days to get to the town, and maybe another week to get a hold of any followers to side against the vampires. They are after all, more human looking than us in the long run."

"Before you leave, I have one more gift for you." Panzer said, holding out a pouch. "Inside of this pouch, there are six little golden balls, they will, when stuck emanate light. Be sure to close your eyes when using them though. They have the intensity of the sun, and last for twenty seconds. Be sure to throw it, one of our boys made the mistake of not throwing it when he used it and he was a human at the time. His skin burned away in mere seconds, it was not a pretty sight."

Silverus nodded and took the pouch, "Let us hope that I do not need to use these then." He opened the pouch, and retrieved one of the balls from inside, examining it he said, "They don't look that harmful, but I would rather not find out." He placed it back in the pouch, and turned to leave the clearing.

II

He was walking down a stone path; it was not usually traveled as vines and other such vegetation broke through the surface of the stones. On both the left and right sides trees resided, black dead looking trees with dark green leaves. No light escaped into the ground below as the trees grew so densely. Dark as night, the only thing that grew on the under of the trees was soft moss, creating a live green carpet. No life was able to gain control of the forest because of the lack of flora, thus the only sound in the whole of the forest was Silverus, his quiet footfalls, and the small rock that he was carelessly kicking out of boredom.

After walking a stretch, Silverus came to an area were grass began to grow, and the trees became less dense. A brook was audible in the background.

"The stream can't be far away, I've got to be near it." Silverus thought to himself. He continued to move, until for the first time in a day, he saw sunlight. The brook was about eight feet wide, he estimated, and had to be at least one meter deep. Rocks surrounded the stream, and there was a stone bridge along the path.

"I could stay here the night, and then continue on the journey tomorrow." He said aloud, though there was no one with him. He silently agreed to this idea, and sat over near one of the larger rocks, and pulled out a small bundle of

sticks, then a flint and some tinder. With a sharpened stick, he moved to the waters edge, and searched for some fish. After two attempts, he made a catch, then another. His stick soon broke because of the force between the fish and the stick, so he was made to use his hand instead. By the end of the half hour he had gained nine fish. He began to roast them over the open fire that he had made previously.

Footsteps echoed in the silent forest, as a group of men walked down the other side of the brook. It was seven men, and a covered wagon. Two horses drew the wagon, and a man rode alongside the wagon on a third horse, he obviously was the leader of this small band of men. Three men in front of the wagon, the horseman to the side, two behind, and one to steer it. The one upon the horse was obviously a vampire, and he wore a much more ornamented uniform than the rest. His cloak was tasseled with gold, as was his shirt. There was an decorative blade on his left side, if he had been a mortal man it would be decorative but seeing as he was a vampire it was not so. The shirt was black, and so were his slacks, but both had red decorations upon them. The rest of the men wore a tan uniform, with a rifle and a traveling cloak varying in color.

Silverus wondered whether or not he should let them stay the night. On one hand, he could induce six new members into the brood, but on the other hand, what if the vampire smells out that he is a werewolf? This thinking went on for another minute or so as the group moved over the wooden bridge. The decision was made for him though, as one of the men cried out to him.

"You there!" Came the cry "Do you have room in your little camp for the seven of us?" Something moved inside the wagon.