|the Last of the KaMeCheLupe
Author: david the scottish werewolf PM
a young werewolf named William Darroch whose family has been killed off by humans is left the leader of the Darroch werewolf Clan, and the Ka-Me-Che-Lupe tribe. William saves a young Prince and discovers that his true love is the prince's sister.publishedRated: Fiction T - English - Supernatural/Adventure - Words: 520 - Reviews: 2 - Published: 04-11-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3012580
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The last of the ka-Me-Che-Lupe
I was running swiftly through the woods, the wind blowing in my face. My paws punching through the snow, I hear the howls of my brothers, and feel the thrill of the hunt. I can smell the deer, I can taste its fear, then the Alpha male howls signalling for us to attack, to go in for the kill, to attack and rip flesh from bone. I crouched to prepare. Through the bush I see my brothers dancing with our prey. Jumping in to snap quickly, and jumping back, dancing like flickering flames. That is when I saw my chance. I rushed towards the prey in long leaping bounds. A horrid stench stopped me in my tracks.
I howled a warning but it was too late, for that was when five one shapes rushed from the shadows with shotguns. I noticed that another man was in the shadows only he was in chains. Ten gunshots echoed through the woods, and ten of my brethren fell with silver bullets in their chests. Their bodies returned to their human forms as they fell, never to rise again.
Now I howl to mourn my dead. The forest floor is painted red with blood. I am the last of the Ka-Me-Che-Lupus. My grief turned to rage as I looked at the one shapes that killed my family. My eyes became bloodshot, and my mouth foamed as if I was a rabid dog. I gave in to the instinctive rage that was bottled up within me. When the one shapes approached me I rushed forward with a savage roar that shook the earth. I lunged at the nearest one shape and ripped out his throat. After thirty seconds all five men were lying dead in pools of their own blood. I realized then that the smell of sulphur was coming from the man in chains.
I looked at this man and realized that he had purple eyes. I suddenly remembered my grandfather telling me of all the non-human races on earth. He had said that Dragon Bloods were a humanoid race descended of dragons. They smelled of sulphur, and had purple, gold or orange eyes. I also remembered that they could use the ancient powers of the elements. I recalled that only dragon Blood royalty had purple eyes.
I wondered how dragon blood royalty could have been captured by humans, surely he must have been betrayed by a non-human. I decided that I would help this Dragon Blood. I leaped into the air and changed into my human form. I called out to the man and asked what his name was. He told me that his name was Granoral Dragon Blood Prince of Scotland. He also told me of how his step brother Sorieth sold him to the humans because his step brother wanted the throne. He also told me that he was 670 years old. I was not surprised because Dragon bloods could live up to 2000 years of age, unlike us werewolves who could practically live for ever unless killed.