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Changing Moon

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starlit raven

Super-Earth
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Aug 5, 2009
Kira listened, hearing a commotion outside her den. Uncurling her body slowly her ear pricked up, swiveling towards the source of the sound.

“A human?”

“Kill the murderer!”

“Why is it here?”

The many voices of her pack mates reached her ears. She walked outside, her nose lightly sniffing the cool air. The frost coated grass crunched under her bare feet as she stepped lightly towards the clearing from which the voices came. There, the pack had gathered.

The alpha, a tall intimidating figure looked down at the human. He was limp, held up by two pack mates, blood dripping from his body. She could smell it mingled with his scent. “We shall use him. We will show the humans what happens to them when they invade our territories.” The alpha grinned menacingly. “We wait til dawn. Luna, give him to Kira. Let the little bitch watch him.”
She heard the man’s feet dragging on the ground as they moved him towards her. Her head bowed, not meeting her pack mates’ eyes. “I’ll put him in your den. Keep him there; we don’t need his stench polluting our air.” Luna said. Kira nodded quickly, her eyes rising a tiny bit. The met the human’s eyes, seeing her own reflection in there.

Her eyes were a deep sapphire, as brilliant as the most fiery gem. Her skin was pale, nearly white in color. Messy locks of hair cascaded down her shoulders, white in color though it seemed to glow in the moon light. Tall ears stuck up from her head, white like her hair. Her body was barely clothed though it was nearly winter, only rags adorned the most necessary portions of her. Under the little clothes her frame was small and thin, though lightly toned muscle was there. Her tail hung between her legs, covered in long white fur.

She quickly looked down, bowing her head again.
 
Daniel hated camping; he'd tried to talk the group out of it, but they'd insisted it wasn't really camping, not with a cabin, and electricity, a flat screen tv with gaming consoles and satellite dish. It even had internet access via that same satellite dish. Marie's uncle was loaded and also in Europe for the entire summer, so he certainly wouldn't need the cabin. He'd tried to object when he learned there were only four beds for the nine of them, but Marie insisted that the beds were big enough to sleep three.

"Whoa!" Daniel said, "I'm not sleeping with George or Carl, and I'm really not sleeping with Tommy, have you heard that boy snore?"

Julia and Tabitha immediately started giggling, but he could tell it wasn't because of his comment about Tommy's snoring. "What's so funny?" he demanded to know.

"Danny, silly," Helen had responded, almost purring, "You guys won't be sleeping with each other. Four bedrooms, four beds, four guys. Each night us girls will pick which guy we want to sleep with. Marie says they sleep three no problem, so that won't be an issue. But I warn you Danny," she added licking her lips, "I sleep naked and I fuck in my sleep."

They'd gotten there four nights ago, and in four nights, Danny hadn't gotten laid once. Despite what Helen had implied with her warning, Danny had been the only person in Danny's bed ever since they got to the cabin. It was like they'd brought him along to make fun of him and humiliate him. Then to add to his annoyance, getting up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, he discovered that George had taken one of his monster dumps and clogged the toilet and hadn't dealt with it. Well, he'd be damned if he was going to do George's plunging while George was busy plunging into Julia and Marie.

They were in a cabin in the woods in the middle of nowhere. They'd had to hike a mile just from where they'd had to park the SUV at the end of the logging road. Nobody was going to see or care if he went and took a crap in the woods. Grabbing a roll of toilet paper and a flashlight, he headed out into the treees. Unfortunately, the flashlight was one that had been in the cabin, not one they brought with them, and Daniel had no more than gotten completely out of site of the cabin when the flashlight died.

Daniel had absolutely no sense of direction, especially after his urgent bodily needs being taken care of succeeded in completely making him forget what way he'd been facing originally. He thought he knew where he was going, but only ended up getting himself further lost in the dark woods, "Great," he muttered to himself, "I'm as bad as Ryoga."

The attack was so quick and so brutal that he remembered it only as an agonizing blur. He just lay there at her feet where they dropped him, shivering in fear, pain, and cold, wearing nothing but his pajama bottoms, his sneakers, and a t-shirt that said "Rogues Do It From Behind".
 
Kira put pressure on the man's upper leg were he bled the most. His wounds were not life threatening, but his blood was sure to seep into the ground and cause her den to reek for months. Her den was the largest of her pack, but also the coldest. Two large rocks half buried in the ground met at an angle to for a stone tent. Most of the den was underground, dug out from under the rocks.

Her sapphire eyes glanced over the human's body. She was unsure of his age, as her kind developed differently. She had tugged at his shirt, considering making better use of the fabric, but found it had blood splatters on it, effectively ruining it. The words there had no meaning for her, she could not read his language.

Her head suddenly snapped up, her ears high and her nose sniffing. A violent snarl came from between her clenched teeth. At the opening of her den appeared a pack mate, a grizzled and gray male. Not old, but not young, and certainly not strong.

"Shut it, bitch." the gray one snapped, a growl in his words. "I just came to check you were doing you duties...and that a human wasn't too much for you." He smirked.

Kira lifted her body into a crouch, a growl in her throat. She slowly approach the gray one, an act of dominance. He had been the lowest in the pecking order, the most submissive member of the pack. He was an outsider, not related to any pack mate. But when she came along, she became the the subordinate, even to him. Until she was old enough of course.

"Leave, before I rip your throat out Malhi." she said icily, continuing her approach. The gray one barked out a laugh, but left her before she got too close.

Still growling softly she took her place again beside the human male. He was so cold compared to her. How could they possibly survive? She sighed. "Foolish man...you will certainly be killed."
 
Definitely in shock, his body was beginning to shut down. His wounds themselves hadn't been sufficient to kill him, but the raw trauma of it all was threatening to do so. About the only sign of life was his constant shivering, the only coherent thought running through his head, "Why couldn't I at least thrown on something warm." It was only very slowly that he came to realize that the being with whom he shared that space was female. He did his best to claw his way to coherence. "C..c..c..cold. D..d..d..do y..you ha..ha..have a b..b..blank..k..ket?"

He still had no idea what was going on, why he had been attacked, who these people were, or any of the thousand other questions that would be running through his head if he weren't on the bare edge of survival. The only thought he could hold on to was that he was so cold and if he didn't warm up soon, he was going to get much colder, dead body colder. And she didn't seem to want to kill him. Currently, in his book, that made her his best friend in the world.
 
Her eyebrows raised slightly. She was surprised he was talking, as just half a minute ago his eyes were quite unfocused. He had seemed to react indifferently to things going on around him, but he was clearly addressing her now. "A blanket?...oh one of those." she murmured, remembering what that was. Similar to the fur pelts they used to keep the young ones warm. There was no chance she would be getting one though, the alpha's mate was in possession of it. She would attack Kira at the mere mention of it.

"No." she sighed, answering him. She knew she would have to keep him alive until they were ready to use him, or else she would be punished. That didn't mean she especially wanted to help him out. She pulled her white hair over her shoulders and out of the way and moved closer to the human, pressing herself against his chest, trying to get as much of her body touching his while trying to stay away from his wounds so he wouldn't bleed on her. It was like trying to hug someone you would rather run away from.

It was quite clear why she wore so little clothes; she didn't need them. Her skin was very warm, like standing near a fire. The human would find it comforting, be she wasn't so happy about it. He was freezing. Though he couldn't cool her down, it wasn't pleasant to be pressed so close against him.
 
As much as he might find his current position highly erotic under normal circumstances, right now Daniel was just cold, scared, in severe pain, and trying not to die from shock. With no more intention than snuggling up closer to the only source of heat he had, he put his arms around her and hugged her closely while twining his legs with hers. As her warmth penetrated his body, helping to fight off the shock, he whispered in her ear, "Thank you, you are kind."

He still had no idea what was going on, but his wounds were not life threatening and her warmth was restoring him otherwise. As the threat of shock receded, his mind began to clear even more. "Could you please tell me what's going on? Why did they attack me? Are you their prisoner too? Do you have any idea what they plan to do with us?" With a misplaced chivalry born of his video gaming and roleplaying, and proving just how much he had no clue what kind of situation he was in, he went on to say, "I'll do what I can to protect you, but I don't think that will be much."
 
Her body stiffened slightly, but otherwise reacted indifferently as he held her closer. Part of her wished she could take her clothing off so that at least they would stay clean of the blood and grime. The human was far too aware for that though, now that she had warmed him up. Her white furry ear twitched as he whispered into it. She was glad he was somewhat quiet, her ears were so very sensitive.

She let him ramble on, slightly amused. When he said he would protect her though, her silver eyebrows shot up, and then she broke out in peals of laughter. A human, protect her? One nearly beaten to a bloody pulp if that. She quickly quieted herself, not wanting the others to hear, but the grin stayed on her face.

"Oh, you are a fool. Human, I could snap your neck now as if it were a twig, just as any of my pack mates could. There would be nothing you could do to defend me. It is unnecessary however, you are the one in danger here, not me. I'm just supposed to stop you from crawling away if you tried." Her grin had faded and her sapphire eyes glanced up at him now.

"They attacked you because you had wandered onto our lands. The previous Alpha would have tolerated it, as he would rather have peace and quiet but our new Alpha thinks less of you humans. I believe he plans to make an example of you, to show your kind what happens when humans trespass on our land." She spoke matter-of-factly as if she were explaining a mediocre happening.
 
Daniel hated to be laughed at. He'd had far too much of it so far in his life. Always hated and laughed at because he was different, because he was the outsider. Even amongst his gamer geek friends he apparently didn't fit it. Now he was being laughed at by this, this ...

"You're a werewolf!"

He'd never really had any interest in playing the Storyteller games. His life was depressing enough without spending his free time pretending to be in a World of Darkness. But he'd seen Underworld; he wasn't stupid. Rub his face (and other body parts for that matter) in it enough and he could put two and two together and come up with Lycan.

"Well, if you've so much contempt for me and my kind, then I'll just leave you alone." Saying that, he let go of her and rolled away, turning his back to her. "It's not like I could crawl off anywhere. And even if I did, I didn't know where I was when I got attacked; this place might as well be on the far side of the moon for all I'd be able to find my way back to where I started."

Tired, pissed-off, and stubborn, he lay there with his back to her, shivering in his t-shirt and pajama bottoms.
 
She frowned at the accusation, her silver brows coming together. She barely noticed as his body rolled away from her's. Werewolf was a very crude term for her race, one rarely heard but still left a bad taste in her mouth.

"I am not a werewolf, nor are my pack mates. We were wolves before we came to these forms. Humans and werewolves have nothing to do with us." her ears and tail could attest to that. Although she could change to a more ancient form, she would never appear more human than she was now.

"And I never said I had any problem with humans, other than your smell. My fath- the old Alpha didn't have a problem with you either, only our new Alpha. Do not make the mistake that we all willingly follow him. He put me here to guard you because he knew you wouldn't crawl away. You are a thorn pushed into my side, and a stench left in my den." her eyes glared at him, cold and sad. She knew no one thought she was competent, least of all the Alpha.
 
"No, no problem with humans, just such complete contempt for them that you think my situation is funny. Well, I don't need you're laughter, bitch. And I'll do without your help. I didn't ask to be savaged and dumped in your den." He was really getting mad, now. "I've got news for you; Humanity doesn't even know you exist. You can't make an example of me, because they won't understand what happened. Whether you call yourselves werewolves or not is immaterial."

He painfully sat up, ignoring his body's desire to groan in his fury. "All that matters is that the mass of humanity believes creatures such as you are fiction, myth and legend exploited by writers of fantastic stories, Hollywood, and game designers. If they ever learn more than the fact that I disappeared, they'll invent their own explanations that fit their view of the world and have nothing to do with whatever example your Alpha wants to set." He slumped back down exhausted from his diatribe, but now he was facing her.

"She is kinda cute," he thought after a while, when his anger had had a chance to cool, "and felt nice against me, too bad she thinks I smell and doesn't really care that her packmates are likely planning on ripping me to shreads in the morning." Suddenly the thought gripped him. This was quite possibly his last night alive. He went pale with fear, then a strange thought occurred to him. "Don't suppose you'd grant a condemned man his last wish? If I have to die tomorrow, I really would rather not die a virgin. Will you have sex with me?" It would be the ultimate pity fuck, but if he could go out with a bang, at least he'd have done that much with his life.
 
At the word 'bitch' a truly fearsome growl ripped through her throat behind clenched teeth. Her fangs were visible. There was nothing human about her in that second, her eyes wide and wild. But a second later she had composed herself, though her eyes were now narrow and cold. She hated being called that, degraded to a dog. Her pack mates could get away with that, but not a weak human.

"I don't care what my Alpha does, or if he succeeds. I couldn't care less what humans think of his actions."

She crawled away from him as well, and curled up in the corner, much in the same position she was in before this whole commotion started. She glanced up, noticing the color fading from his face, and then heard his question. She did say anything for awhile, just stared in disbelief. "Really? You honestly think I would do that, after that little tirade? Here's a tip you could have used, try not to insult the girl you want to sleep with."
 
"Okay, apparently there was a culturally spawned miscommunication, there. I was attempting to insult your alpha, whom you appear to have no love lost with, and I was given to understand that bitch was the proper term for a female wolf. But I didn't actually think you'd grant my request anyways. After all, I apparently smell bad and am not even worthy of your concern as to whether I live or die at all, so why should I expect you to care in what manner or condition I die." He shrugged, despite the pain it caused, "but it was a surefire certainty it wouldn't be happening if I didn't ask."

Continuing on, figuring if he wasn't going to get laid he might as well have conversation. After all, each word exchanged was one more addition to his life before he ceased to have it. "And anyways, while I never claimed to know much about wolves what little I've seen on the Discovery Channel seemed to indicate that a display of aggressive tempermant in front of a female could be considered proper mating ritual, so letting you see and hear me get all angry didn't strike me as non-conducive to amorous intentions. I doubt there's anything I could ever do about smell to one of canine descent, so looking less like a weak, pathetic victim would be about all I could do to seem more attractive. Not that I'm claiming I had that in mind when I got pissed off; just contemplating the chain of events after the fact."

Looking her over as well as his less useful human eyes allowed him to, he added, "I just hope your packmates appreciate just how pretty you are. If it weren't for that fact that I'm likely going to die in the morning, rendering any effort you might make towards educating me rather piontless, I'd ask you to tell me about your people, and normal wolves in general, since I am apparently woefully ignorant in both regards. Between the pain and the cold and the fact that I've never slept on the ground in my life, I'm likely going to be awake for quite some time, possibly all the way up until your pack buddies render me permanently asleep. I wonder if Shakespeare got it right in Hamlet. 'To sleep, perchance to dream.' I think it would be fitting vengeance on those who killed me to haunt their dreams. Maybe one night even you will have a nightmare in which you have sex with the smelly human the pack killed once. If so, I hope you'll remember what I said and never be certain if it was just a dream."
 
She didn't say anything as he talked. There were even times where her gaze became unfocused and her mind wandered. Did all humans talk this much? Or perhaps he had lost too much blood? Or maybe the cold was effecting his head. She got closer to him again, not quite as close as before, but enough to keep him warm. She would surly be in trouble if he died by her watch.

"Even if I had wanted to mate with you, I could not. Only the Alpha male and female are allowed to mate." she explained, after he had stopped taking, and she had let a few seconds pass just to be sure, "He will only mate with the strongest female, so that the offspring are the best possible. The entire pack will raise them, all of our efforts focused on bringing them to adulthood. Any other female that is caught pregnant will be exiled from the pack, and if she has any children, they will be killed." her eyes seemed to grow a little darker.

"The old Alpha was my father. He mated with the wrong female. He hid her pregnancy and the birth from the others. The alpha female also had given birth at the same time. The alpha tried to raise them both, but could not hunt enough for both the newborns. The alpha female's child died. I lived. When the others found out, they killed my mother. The current alpha rallied the pack against my father, and they exiled him. By then, I was old enough to live on my own. The alpha was merciful, and let me live, though I have been the subordinate of the pack."

She was quiet for a bit, a small smile reaching her lips. "If I do have a dream that a smelly human mates with me, I'll keep an eye on the others. It might be amusing to see them twitch and howl at their dreams when the smelly human torments them."
 
Noticing the greatly increased warmth from just having her near, he simply said, "Thank you." Then he thought about it and it occurred to him that he probably wouldn't be that warmed even if he were holding a human girl, or at least he wouldn't be that warmed by her temperature alone. "Is it just my imagination, or do you put out a lot more heat than us humans?" he inquired. She seemed to be willing to talk, and it certainly beat just sitting there waiting to die, and he'd be damned if he wasted any of his precious few remaining hours sleeping.

It really was too bad they had to meet under such terminal circumstances. Now that she was closer, but not actually against him, so that he could get a better look at her, it seemed she was even prettier than he'd realized. If a man had to die in the morning, he could think of worse ways to spend his remaining hours than gazing into that face. It was just a shame that in order to be kind to him she was enduring an even stronger whiff of his apparently unpleasant odor. "I really do appreciate your kindness, but you don't have to do that. I'm apparently going to die in the morning anyways, so it really doesn't matter if I catch a cold or come down with the flu or something. Feel free to put as much space between us as possible in here so you don't have to smell whatever it is I smell like to you, or, at least, you don't have to smell it as strongly." She said it was unpleasant, but he really wondered just how he smelled to her, what it smelled like, and just how noxious it was.
 
"I have dealt with worse." she replied, not moving any further away from him. She had never had this long a conversation in a long while. Her pack mates usually barked their demands, or their insults, and then just left her alone in her cold den. Despite who it was, she was enjoying the company. "We like the small of our own kind, and our prey or course. Humans just smell...different, foreign, like the scent doesn't belong here. You smell worst when you are in fear."

She brushed her white hair out of her face and rested her head on her arms. She was still tired after having been woken up. "And yes, we are warmer than you. We would freeze otherwise in the winter." She yawned a little, her ears flattening slightly as she did. She closed her eyes,though she was still awake as she said "Don't try running off..." her voice mumbled and sleepy.
 
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