A Wolf's Memories

Jonah felt his flesh being mangled from the inside out while his law was awakening.

He had already killed his weakened daughter during his transformation.

His previously brown fur had turned into a golden blond, while his claws had a void black colour to it.

The werewolf's blood red eyes showed a crazed insanity from his transformation into one of Fenrir's Children.

He was starting to feel hungry

He hungered for human flesh!

He hungered for the corpses that belonged to him.

He wanted his family to always be with him.

He wanted them to stay!

He didn't want them to go.

He didn't want to suffer again.

He wanted his family back...

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.

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He wanted his family back!

If he can't have them back then he'll make them stay with him!

He'll make his family a part of him.

Jonah looked to his lap as he saw a bloodied girl with a tear stricken face, and wide open eyes filled with despair and anguish. A girl that had died a horrible death.

Jonah lowered his clawed hands towards his daughters forearm. Gripping it tightly with his furry arms.

Jonah ripped his daughter's arm off with a squelch as he dismembered it directly from the shoulder joint. Her whole arm now detached off her corpse.

He brought the arm of one of his loved ones towards his fangs in a slow motion. Delibirately trying to make this moment last a bit longer.

He started licking it, before he brought his gums towards the arm.

As bit into the arm he suddenly paused as he felt his teeth pierce the flesh.

Jonah paused for a few moments as if he wanted to know if this was real or not.

Jonah's eyes started tearing up at that thought.

Maybe this was all just a bad dream.

It had to be...

please...

Jonah started moving his jaws, munching on his daughter's arm. Starting with the fingers then the forearm to the elbow, soon shoving the whole arm down his gullet.

His freakish, and monstrous visage was filled with tears and blood dripping on to the floor. The corners of his jaws were dripping with saliva while not a single piece of meat was anywhere on sight.

He didn't know what he was doing at this moment.

All he knew was that he wanted his family back.

He wanted to enjoy his time with his family a bit longer.

Just a bit longer...

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All Jonah remembered from that day was the anguish of seeing his loved ones suffer and die and then suddenly remembering waking up naked outside in the forest with blood on his hands.

The repressed memory from last night came into his mind.

"That can't be real right...?" Jonah said with a wry smile. His bloody hands shaking as he looked at them.

But Jonah soon saw the floor and looked behind him.

He saw bloody paw prints leading out from a certain direction as the prints seemed to lead to him.

Jonah looked at the bloody prints with trepidation before he followed the tracks.

As he followed the tracks backward tracks he saw bushes and branches broken on top of his head with claw marks being scratched on some trees on the way.

Jonah was starting to fall into a daze filled with doubts. Suppressing his own mental processes so he didn't reach the conclusion of what all of these marks entailed.

Jonah continued walking with a mist mind and shaken heart. Breathing deeply every few seconds to try and calm his nervousness down.

Jonah still continued walking, until he saw a certain wooden house.

But what he saw made him want to pause his steps as his pupils shrunk to the extreme.

He saw a wooden house with a demolished door and broken windows. He saw a bloody trail from the front door as if something was dragged out of the house.

His house used to have a beautiful garden out front which his wife used to always water. They used to grow potatoes and tomatoes which then she would use to make the stew that the children and him always loved.

She even started growing flowers there recently since it was meant to be a sort of prayer towards the Goddess of Fertility to bless them with a healthy strong child. The children used to play around the flowers, while her daughter had taken some of them and pinned them into her hair to flaunt her beauty to us.

But this wasn't his house anymore.

This was the entrance to hell...

Jonah continued walking with shaky steps, finally reached his bloody house.

He took a his first step before he was greeted not with smiles or welcomes, but with blood and ripped pieces of flesh surrounding the walls.

Jonah suddenly looked to the center of the room where he remembered he held his daughter in her dying moments.

All he saw was a big puddle of blood that didn't seemed to have dried up yet.

Then he looked in front of the place where his wife's corpse was, and all he saw another pool of blood that seemed to have started clotting from it's edges.

He looked to his right and saw a blood trail leading towards the middle of the room where his daughter's corpse used to be. Probably contributing to the reason that puddle of blood still hadn't started drying yet.

Jonah looked around his house and saw three trails of blood leading towards the forest where some rodents had started crowding around.

But those three don't matter he knew what he did with them.

But he didn't want to believe what he did to his own family.

Jonah plopped to the floor kneeling trying to process all of these informations before he made his mind up if this was real or not.

Jonah soon looked towards his stomach in anticipation as he started rubbing it to check of he was hungry.

...

Jonah felt his stomach...

He wasn't hungry.

Jonah starts shivering... clawing at his stomach as five lines of blood were marked across his abdomen.

He hadn't cried in years! His suffering had already made him numb to his pain.

But this was different.

It was so much more than just pain!

It was emptiness, loss, an upcoming dread of his own mortality.

He felt cold from inside out.

He knew his family died that day.

He knew his hopes died along with them.

But he had gained something he never wanted that day.

He gained his primal instinct...

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Ever since that night Jonah's hair turned blond and his eyes a reddish brown. Signifying his status as one of Fenrir's accursed children.

It's already been three years...

But he knew he could live longer then 10 years. It was like a instinct telling him his lifespan.

Jonah decided to take a guild mission for a couple of rich brats that wanted to leave from Morrowl to Alron.

Jonah joins in group missions usually, since he works in solitude in every other circumstance.

He didn't like being alone. He didn't really know why.

Jonah shakes his head and tears the guild mission of the wall.

Then the time with Sarah arrived.

He felt his lust go haywire when he first saw Sarah.

But he kept himself under control.

He just drank from his liquor flask to keep his cool.

They travelled for a bit, and soon night time came along.

He was sitting next to the carriage, where the food and goods supplies were stored.

He looked up into the night sky. Remembering his horrible memories from that night.

He takes a sip of his liquor, holding his sword tight in his arms. The only few things that makes him forget about the memories.

But then he saw a beautiful young women walk towards him.

He looked towards her with his calm but cold gaze, beating his beastial instincts into submission before they could affect his situation in anyway.

The young women points to a spot next to him, asking if she could sit next to him.

Jonah gave a terrifying gaze to Sarah, but she didn't seem to react. She acted as if she didn't notice his stare, and just smiled at him.

Jonah took another sip from his flask and nodded. Expressing his permission to sit next to him.

Sarah takes her queue, and sits right next to Jonah. Grabbing her dress from underneath her thighs as she took her place right besides him.

Sarah elegently takes her seat and looks up into the night sky. Her beauty being accentuated with the moonlight reflecting of her ruby-violet eyes. Showing a look of longing towards an invisible being in the sky.

Jonah looked a at Sarah for a bit, before returning to his cold visage. Gazing into the distance.

The two shared this moment together, silently, with no one trying to start small talk or such. Just silently enjoying this moment together.