Writing Group: Hour of the Wolf (PRIVATE)

Hello, Packhunters, Watchmakers and Arcadians!

Do you hear that? The children of the night, what—! Oh no…We should really be getting home. No, I’m serious! I’m not afraid of witches! Something much worse comes out at this time, because…

This week’s Writing Group prompt is:

Hour of the Wolf

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You’ve likely heard of the “Witching Hour,” a time between 3:00 and 4:00am when witches and demons are said to be at their most powerful. Now it’s time to give wolves their time in the…moon. 

Ingmar Bergman, a Swedish filmmaker who made a film called “Hour of the Wolf” said “The hour between night and dawn … when most people die, sleep is deepest, nightmares are most real. It is the hour when the sleepless are haunted by their worst anguish, when ghosts and demons are most powerful.”

You could write a story like Bergman’s in which there is truly said to be an “hour of the wolf” when horrible things happen. You could use the Witching Hour for this prompt, but use wolves as the vehicle for evil, and/or supernatural activity, rather than witches or demons. 

Or maybe the “hour of the wolf” isn’t a specific hour. Maybe the word “hour” is a synecdoche for the night as a whole, or a year, or even a decade. Maybe the kingdom in your story has faced years of unrest, and they refer to it in this way. Maybe future generations refer to the time period in which a beast plagued their town like this. 

You could, of course, use this prompt to write about werewolves. The “hour of the wolf” can easily refer to the time someone turns into a werewolf. Your character could wall themselves away, shivering in the corner, fearing the hour of change. Or your character could breathe in the moonlit night air, reveling in the idea of running free and wild as a wolf. You could write a story about a village that has been plagued by (were)wolf attacks each week, or every night, and they board up their windows in anticipation of the hour. 

Or perhaps, in your universe the “hour of the wolf” isn’t an evil time at all. In Greek mythology wolves were associated with Apollo. Wolves are often portrayed as agents of darkness, it seems odd for them to be associated with the god of healing and light. The Jungle Book has been praised by wolf biologists for being accurate to wolves’ less villainous, and more familial nature. Perhaps you could explore these angles. Maybe people look forward to the “hour of the wolf” as a time of blessing, not curse. Maybe in your story the “hour of the wolf” is simply when a wolf pack has dinner together. 

“The hour of the wolf” has a very fairy-tale feeling to it. My challenge for you this week is to find a myth, fairy tale, or fable about wolves, and use it somehow in your story. You could make your story a retelling of the myth, or you could simply reference it, just some sort of connection. (But be sure to incorporate the hour aspect, even if it’s not present in the original!) 

It’s too late now. I hear the music…and I’m ready to join their song. 

—Paul, Pearce and Kaylie

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35 responses to “Writing Group: Hour of the Wolf (PRIVATE)”

  1. Lee Strangely Avatar
    Lee Strangely

    Cause Fur Concern (Amory)
    by Lee Strangely

    Swaying round and round he thrashed, kicked, and hissed at the darkness. The net cried and the tree moaned under his weight. As the ropes began twisting him around again, a light suddenly sputtered into existence mere feet from his red eyes.

    Amory stood in front of the large man, her crooked little wand faintly lighting the space between them.

    “Release me, and your death will be swift,” he growled, “I’m not a man to be trifled with.”

    She looked him up and down, “Well, you’re not wrong…”

    “People will come looking for me. They’ll help me….”

    “No, people will help other people,” she attested, “not animals…”

    In a fit of rage, he swiped at her, hard. Suddenly he felt as if his arm was being pulled hard, with his hand forced to remain in the air outstretched.

    Amory continued as she slowly twirled her wand, encircling his arm, “…and especially not ones that lie.” As she focused on it, his hand gently shifted in appearance. The shape shrank and condensed. Hair seemed to overtake every surface. Sharp, bony blades began to jut from the fingertips. “Lucky for you, I have use for a Werewolf.”

    Werewolf: a wolfen term, usually referring to sorcerers within their kind. Wolves with magic have been known to disguise themselves as people. Despite what many may think, many creatures, including wolves, are entirely capable of using magic. However, most animals don’t make heavy use of it like humans do, despite being among the first to figure it out. Contrary to popular belief, humans weren’t the first to learn, but were in fact the very last; just barely losing the race to insects, fish, and certain rocks…

    “I’m sorry I had to do this to you,” she tried to explain, “but your kind tend to be quite hard to find in these parts.”

    “Let me go witch!” the Werewolf barked as his hand eventually released and retracted back into the net.

    Amory pointed her wand at him. He snarled, baring his yellowed fangs.

    To this, Amory then growled back.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      I really enjoy seeing two different species, neither of which are human, interact. I like the personification from the opening. A wolf caught in a witch’s net. Very intriguing.

      Their dynamic is pretty fun. The Werewolf seems delusional or ignorant of how he’s perceived by people. Either of that, or Amory is lying to get what she wants.

      She seems strong-willed but also cruel. She definitely treats the Werewolf like less than. I’m interested to see more of these two.

      I appreciate the casual use of magic. I also like that you didn’t do an action scene for the prompt. There are things happening, but it’s not a chase or something overly action-packed. It feels like a bargaining game.

      The prompt is also nicely used. It is a more nefarious hour of the wolf, and I hope she doesn’t have anything too terrible in store for him. Despite him appearing as a monster based on perception, it doesn’t mean he IS a monster or a bad person, for that matter. Maybe they can grow and learn from each other.

      Critiques:

      In a fit of rage, he swiped at her, hard. Suddenly he felt as if his arm was being pulled hard, (Word proximity for “hard”)

      “I’m sorry I had to do this to you,” she tried to explain (usually, when someone attempts to do something, they’re interrupted or shut down. Maybe write “she explained” instead), “but your kind tend to be quite hard to find in these parts.”

      “Let me go(,) witch!” the Werewolf barked as his hand eventually released and retracted back into the net.

      I would suggest putting the definition of a Werewolf for your universe at the beginning. Dropping it in the middle like that was jarring and a bit confusing to read. I personally think that way, we know what we’re in for before reading the story, and it doesn’t interrupt the dialogue. It could also read more like a fairy tale, if that’s what you were going for.

      Please take these critiques with a grain of salt. I know that it’s difficult to get these out every single week, and the 350 word limit is not kind to a lot of us. Overall, though, I did enjoy your story, and I’m glad you could share it. Excited to see what’s next. Thank you very much.

  2. MasaCur Avatar
    MasaCur

    Raid on the Wolf’s Den
    By MasaCur

    Zydrunas was alerted by the beeping on his wall. The warehouse had been breached.

    He clicked the button for the intercom. “Hey, whoever you are, just so you know, I’ve got an arsenal in here. Your best bet is to just leave now, and forget all about this place.”

    “Hey, Zydrunas! We just want to talk.”

    Andre. One of Rikke’s enforcers. She must have figured out Zydrunas had sold equipment to Ridgecloud and sent Andre to exact payback.

    “I can hear you just fine from here, Andre.”

    “Sonja Jarlsdottir’s people hit Rikke’s car last night, and managed to abduct her. We know you sold them gear to help them do it.”

    They managed to get Rikke. Good for Sonja.

    “Don’t know anything about that. I just sell arms, fix deals. If you want me to put you in contact with Sonja’s people, I can make that happen, but not while you’re here. So you might as well shove off, Andre.”

    There were a few moments as Andre thought how to respond. Enough time for Zydrunas to find him on surveillance cameras. And two of the hit team he brought.

    “Zydrunas, I thought you would be smarter than that.” Andre called back. He raised a hand to his mouth and said something Zydrunas couldn’t hear, but he could see the others moving toward his office.

    Zydrunas grabbed the assault rifle by his desk and poked the barrel out of one of the firing ports. He let off a double-tap at one of Andre’s operatives.

    Nothing happened.

    They must have magic.

    Zydrunas had that suspicion confirmed when the operative swung his arms around, and a gout of flame flew his way. Zydrunas pulled the rifle back and ducked down.

    Well, if that’s the way they wanted to play it, that would be fine.

    Zydrunas stripped off his clothes, grey fur emerging from his limbs already as he did so.

    There was a knock at the office door, and it swung open. The operative poked his head around the corner.

    The great grey wolf pounced on top of him with a snarl.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Mas! It’s really great to finally see Zy! So much hype and build up; absolutely worth it!

      I am so excited about this scene. It gives insight into what the main team of Ridgecloud are doing, which is capturing Rikke. I hope Sonja makes good of that situation because honestly she owes Rikke. It also shows how charming Andre can be while also highlighting his cunning and deceptiveness. Not only that, it’s a great introduction for Zydrunas. Dude is a real one because he did NOT rat out his friends or his business. Mad respect.

      Also, the fact that magic is used in this went over my head the first time I read it. Dude is spitting literal fire, and it’s intense. Definitely love the action orientated motif that’s going around for this prompt.

      I also support and appreciate the fact that regular bullets do not work on these magical people. And the fact that Zy can transform into a wolf whenever he feels the need to is awesome. I love the lore behind Lycanthropy, but I do love a good shape shifter origin a bit more. Less limitations and more room for fun.

      Overall, as usual, this is a really great story. And, as usual as well, I thoroughly enjoyed reading this. I am excited to see what transpires in the future regarding our Ridgecloud gang. Super hyped. Thank you so very much for writing and sharing this one.

  3. Lunabear Avatar
    Lunabear

    The Devil Behind the Disguise (A Song for: Kit)
    by Lunabear

    The sun scorched Kit.

    Sharine’s shirt provided some relief. “Hang on.” He lifted her.

    Warmth became coolness in an instant.

    “I’ll take care–” He grunted as they were thrown backwards.

    Kit screamed.

    “This is my suite, so why–”

    “In…vite…me…in.” Every word pierced her lungs.

    “Please come in, Nikita.” Sharine sighed when they entered.

    She was placed on something soft. Sharine’s shirt disappeared. Arms wrapped around her.

    He licked her injury closed.

    Kit almost laughed.

    Blood perfumed the air.

    Crimson filled her vision. She locked onto Sharine’s neck.

    “Drink, Nikita.”

    She’d never murdered anyone. “What…if…”

    “I trust you.” Sharine pulled her nearer.

    Without recourse, she bit him. She held onto him and suckled with necessary greed.

    He dropped back, his pulse slowing.

    “No!”

    He smiled. “I just need sustenance. Animals help, but humans are best. Yo-you decide.”

    “I’ll be back.” She navigated outside. Humans were nearby, but she killed a stag. Carrying it was cumbersome.

    Time was crucial.

    Gentle words came to her in an unrecognizable language.

    Without knowing how, she’d returned.

    He was ragged, sweaty.

    Kit abandoned the corpse and went to him.

    He gripped her wrist and lifted black, feral eyes. Fangs extended to his chin. Elongated claws scored her skin as he pulled her closer. He sniffed her, jaw widening.

    “Don’t!”

    Clarity flickered. He released her and slid to the floor.

    Kit watched Sharine crawl to the deer.

    Catching her staring, he growled with ferocity.

    “I’m not leaving,” she insisted, ignoring her instincts.

    Sharine stripped meat from bone.

    Kit was immobile, keeping her distance.

    He howled suddenly and fell backwards. Facing away from Kit, he huddled into a ball. Groans and crackling sounded then ceased.

    He sat and pushed normal fingers through his hair. “I hated you seeing that, Nikita.”

    “What…ARE you?” She was an arm’s length away.

    He let out a blithe chuckle. “Some have called me abomination, demon. Angel. However, I like to think of myself as…” He turned his head, a large, bloodied grin pulling at his lips. Gold dominated, but teal and black swirled at the edges of his eyes. “The big, bad wolf.”

    1. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLTSKN

      Tag!

      This was a steamy AF piece. I got a little lost early on, but I think that was due to me misreading Sharine as a feminine name.

      I got the gist pretty quickly after that though. I am wondering what was hurting Kit. I thought it was the sunlight, but she then went outside and killed a deer, so I’m not sure.

      I really like the way these two interact. I don’t think I’ve seen Sharine before? Not as a main character anyway.

      Good job!

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        Thank you very much for the review! I still don’t know how you got steamy out of this when I deleted it. Lol.

        I really enjoy breaking boundaries and things with names. It’s fun.

        It’s Sharine’s blood that allows her to go back into the sun. I edited it to reflect that. I hope it makes it less confusing, although I’m pretty sure someone is still going to question it. The word count, am I right?

        I am so glad that yet another person enjoys their dynamic because I do too. They are so much fun to write. This is indeed Sharine’s first time in the spotlight. I’m really glad you enjoyed this overall and you had fun. Thank you again.

    2. Rattus Avatar
      Rattus

      I really enjoyed this piece! I think the short, staccato sentences really worked in your favour to emphasize the franticness of the characters. Both Sharine being desperate to eat, and Kit trying to figure out what she’s looking at. I’m very curious as to what Sharine actually is, at first I had thought a vampire of some kind, but the later descriptions feel like it might be something else. This was a lot of fun to read, thank you for sharing!

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        Thank you for the review! I’m really glad you like the story. These two are super fun to write.

        I had to cut this down so much, and I tried to write it in a way to convey the absolute most necessary information, so I’m doubly grateful that you like the short sentences.

        I honestly don’t know what he is yet. I suppose we will find out together. Lol.

    3. Oooooo! There is a lot going on here and I love it lol. There is one bit that confused me for just a moment before I remembered that Sharine’s blood lets Kit go out in the Sun.

      I also loved how much vampire lore you were able to squeeze into this one. I was a massive fan of the ‘needing to be invited’ rule in full effect.

      I also liked that dude’s possibly dying and he still has the wherewithal to give Kit all the information she needs to make an informed decision about the pros and cons of animal or human food. And that you made it clear what her choice would be on that beforehand by saying she’d never killed anyone before.

      I’m also glad Sharine doesn’t have that pesky ‘never feed from the dead’ rule that would have made things so much more awkward. Not to say him fully wolfing out wasn’t still plenty awkward if not horrifically described.

      And the calm conversation afterwards was just the topping on the cake. Though that makes sense as well. She saw him just chowing down on a deer and stuck with him so that would probably make him even more comfortable around him since she already saw him as his worst(?) and is still there.

      Very rich story! Well done!

      1. Lunabear Avatar
        Lunabear

        Thank you so very much for your review!

        Yes. A lot of people seem to be confused about how she can go out into the sun. So I changed it to hopefully make it less confusing. If not, I can explain. This one was a difficult one to cut down.

        I was curious myself about how the needing to be invited rule would work when a vampire is attempting to enter someone else’s private space not of their own free will or not of their own doing.

        Yeah. Sharine is fighting really hard against giving into his darker nature and death. There is some discourse regarding humans between these two, and I am honestly excited to get into it in future installments. And I wanted it to be absolutely understood that she had not killed anyone by this point.

        Anything dead up to 4 hours is pretty fair game. And this is the freshest that Kit could get for him. Plus, eating the dead like this does not affect him in the same way it would Kit drinking dead blood.

        I wanted to show attributes of wolves in both of them. So that’s why it’s kind of a tit for tat with them essentially saving each other’s lives. It also is supposed to serve as them strengthening their bond and getting to know each other and seeing how they both handle being in a stressful situation.

        Yelling didn’t fit the situation. Besides, there is plenty of yelling and chaos before the conversation takes place, so I thought a little cool down would be best. Perhaps she has seen him at his worst here, and perhaps not. We’ll discover that together. Lol. Again, thank you very much for your feedback and review. It is incredibly appreciated.

  4. Connor/Dragoneye Avatar
    Connor/Dragoneye

    Sons of the She-Wolf
    By Connor/Dragoneye

    “You’ve got a lead?” asked Ullr.

    Einar knelt down to inspect the fresh footprint in the snow. The compressed layers were fairly new, given that the sole’s indents were shapely and clear, even under a semi-luminous cloudy sky.

    “They’re near, about an hour away.”

    “Then let’s get them!” Kraki grinned with malice, brandishing his blade.

    Einar barked, “Not so fast, stonebrain. We need to take a moment and plan this out.”

    The coterie of warriors following them remained out of sight, hidden by the few patches of woods that remained in the southern plains. A host of clan warriors could be anywhere, hiding in the snow or waiting to fire arrows indiscriminately into the open field.

    Ullr scanned his brothers’ surroundings. “Let’s regroup to a more safe position.”

    Trudging over the thick layers of snow was quite the hassle, but nothing that they weren’t prepared for. Einar made sure that they had as much intel on the terrain and the clans’ tactics, skulking through the wilds unbothered by others. Thank the gods for that magic wolf’s pelt, or else he would have been spotted from miles away.

    When the brothers regrouped with their forces, they stopped and rested under the cover of a dense patch of trees. Ullr tended to the rations, Kraki made sure that their blades were ready to draw blood, and Einar listened to the earth. Its voice sang to him the knowledge he wished to know, where those tracks led to. They stretched towards a mead hall, a raven sang to him, perched on its roof. He sang back under his breath, asking what was occurring inside. A jarlman’s dog yelped the word “feast” to him, and from its eyes he saw the drunken revelry of a clan hall, with horns full of mead and plates full of meat.

    Ullr approached Einar, who laid on the ground, his ear pressed to the ground. “What do you hear?”

    “A hall. It’s full, and they’re celebrating.” Einar then looked up to his brother, confidence in his eyes. “We strike tonight.”

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Connor! Great to see you riding here again! I really love this story. It is full of magic and personality. I love how each brother has their own separate ability that contributes to the team as well as them being distinguishable from each other. They seem very tribal and connected to the earth, which is amazing. I appreciate the way you write them as people. It feels very folklore.

      Einar’s ability to communicate with the animals is expertly shown. I like how it starts off with him talking to the Earth and then it shoots over to a raven and to a dog. He seems like the Middle brother based on how he argues with Kraki.

      Ullr has a very stoic, level-headed presence about him. I would guess he’s one of the older brothers, if not the eldest. He’s very alert and protective.

      Kraki is very much the baby but also the wild man. He is energetic and ready for a fight at any time, as evidenced by him making sure the blades are sharpened and ready for battle.

      I love that you tied the prompt into their nature. Using a wolf’s pelt to cloak themselves in the snow is really clever.

      I’m extraordinarily curious about what’s happening. Why are they striking this hall and the people inside? Also, I’m not sure if you intended this, but I got Beowulf vibes.

      Critique:

      Ullr approached Einar, who laid on the ground, his ear pressed to the ground. (Word proximity)

      This is really great story. It’s atmospheric and intense. I honestly hope you continue this storyline. If not, it’s great to have it, and I am excited to see what you share next. Thank you for writing this one.

  5. Rattus Avatar
    Rattus

    Blades in the Sand(Illusions of Heroes)
    by Gerrit (Rattus)

    Rhiza pulled her scarf up over her mouth to protect her face from the sandy winds. She laid prone, watching the encampment before them, the rest of the Dunewolves spread out around her. The wind was beginning to pick up now, which meant it wouldn’t be much longer.

    “Captain, we just finished checking our supplies.” Tarq had crawled up beside her, careful not to move too quickly and attract attention. “Once the sandstorm picks up, we can move in.”

    “Tell the Stoneshots to have some blast runes prepared. With their lack of visibility from the storm, that should be enough to completely disorient them.” Rhiza adjusted her goggles to make sure they were tight. The last thing she would need was sand getting in her eyes in the heat of battle.

    Tarq nodded in understanding before moving off to relay the message. The winds were slowly getting stronger, picking up more and more of the sand as they rolled across the dunes. In the distance, their targets double checked the tether ropes on their tents, ensuring they’d be fastened well enough to withstand the gusts.

    In a matter of minutes, the storm had become strong enough that Rhiza could hardly see the encampment before them. She rose to a crouch, signalling the rest of the Dunewolves to follow behind her. Despite the sandstorm concealing them, she knew better than to get too self-assured.

    A single motion of her hand, and the Stoneshots set about to the initial assault. Clay balls were launched from slings, each one inscribed with a burst rune. The moment the clay broke against the ground, the runes sent out a blast of energy, shooting fragments in every direction. The sudden explosions sent a wave of panic through the camp, some of the clay shards lacerating enemies who were unlucky enough to have been standing close.

    Chaos now thoroughly spread throughout their opponents, Rhiza drew her blade and charged, her pack following close on her heels. They had been denied a good fight for too long, but tonight their hunger would be sated.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Action packed and controlled chaos! I love it, Rattus. Also, the names for the two different groups are amazing. Rhiza is a great leader, very stealthy and humble yet calculated.

      It’s really fun watching them in action. I’m not sure if they’re human, but I love calling them a pack because it springs to mind unbreakable bonds and incredible closeness unmatched anywhere else. Very much that loyalty trait. Tarq is also an excellent indicator of loyalty in how he defers to her and respects her judgment and leadership.

      I feel really awful for the people who get caught in the blasts. I hope there aren’t too many casualties. The scene is great, them using sand as a cover is very strategic, and I love the atmosphere. Really great job. Thank you very much for writing and sharing this one. I can’t wait to see what’s next.

    2. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLTSKN

      I am very much wondering about the blast runes and their effect on the technological advancements of this civilization. You’ve got a mostly safe dynamite alternative that won’t go off accidentally. Is this society closer to industrialization than medieval feudalism?

      I thought the pacing was good, your payoff was set up excellently and tied neatly into the prompt. I’m guessing this is an organized resistance to a colonizing force, but that’s pretty much conjecture on my part.

      Good work!

    3. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      This has such a great feel to it, Rattus. There’s some good tension building as Rhiza and her Dunewolves prepare to attack the camp, with the sandstorm moving in. I love the chaos that they cause before the attack, during what would be one of the deadliest, most chaotic environmental dangers of the desert. The burst runes are a neat attack, kind of like shrapnel grenades (which incidentally are not as deadly as most assume. Militaries like to severely wound the enemies; it takes not only the wounded out of combat, but also ties up others to treat the wounded).
      Just a great set-up, followed by a burst of action at the end. I enjoyed this one.

  6. i-prefer-the-term-antihero Avatar
    i-prefer-the-term-antihero

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    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Yo! This is excellent, Kaylie. I love the visceral, savage nature of Savion. The scene is wonderfully written. I love Lestair being the gentle soul that he is and trying to reason with his brother.

      Realistically, this occurrence had been a long time coming and was an inevitability, unfortunately. Savion had been fighting with and against himself and his nature for so very long. That one glimmer of hope that he had before was ONLY a glimmer. I honestly just hope that he can get back to some sort of non-bestial state, but I don’t see how that’s possible without intense support and a lot of retrospective and change.

      I feel horrible for him because he did try so hard not to be the monster he was always called. I hate how he’s reverted back to his original nature, but he is what they made him.

      You know that fable about the boy who cried wolf? All I did was make it true.” (This line is phenomenally cold-blooded, and I’m here for it.)

      Critique:

      As if pulled from a trance, Savion’s (Savion) jerked his head up, his ears pinning back.

      This is stellar work. I love the way you’ve written the action and the back and forth. It feels as though they are on opposite scales. Lestair is the light wolf, and Savion is the dark one. I love how you tighten the mention of fairy tales and the hour of them being in the “light”. I feel like this is boiling to a very tragic conclusion, but I hope that is deterred beforehand. However, the morbid side of me wants to see the tragic and the heartbreaking. Either way, I am salivating for the next one. Thank you so much for writing and sharing this story.

    2. Hot damn! Lol this came across so powerful. It also makes me think of post dance human Savion when he stops giving all Fs as well. You can absolutely see the similarity here and considering when people think of Savion, THIS is what they think of, being a ‘normal’ human would be the perfect camouflage even if that wasn’t the initial reason for it.

      As for this story itself, Savion is pissed and taking it out on those he felt wronged him and it is a sight to behold. I love Lestair’s reactions here. I’m sure he knew this darkness was there. But there’s such a big difference from knowing darkness and hatred are there and seeing someone you care about completely giving into it.

      It is really interesting seeing Savion’s ‘awakening’ for lack of a better term. I’m assuming from Lestair’s reaction that this is Savion fresh from getting his magic and immediately using it to take out the king and humanity in general. His hatred and frustration come out so vividly in his dialogue as does Lestair’s empathy in his, making the back and forth between them really dynamic.

      But yeah, desperation definitely makes us make some reckless choices sometimes, but it does make for a great story.

      Also, funny fact, when I first read the title, I thought it might be a Peter story and was surprised it wasn’t a Savion one until I read further lol.

      Awesome story!

  7. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
    RVMPLSTLTSKN

    The Hunt
    By RVMPLSTLTSKN (Saga of The Deep One’s Wake)

    Two old men walked through unfamiliar terrain, tracking a god. It was, they suspected, a wolf or canine spirit. Something left over or something new. The beliefs of animals in an apex predator turned into the human equivalent idea.

    Padas followed, though only he could see the tracks the god-thing left. Krao, an interloper, walked ahead boldly, the totems on his neck clacking, the staff in his hand a red wood unseen on these shores. Outheld, a crystal spun on a string and guided him.

    “Are you ready?” Krao asked. “I don’t know that I can help you in this.”

    “It’s just like a dog, right?” Padas asked, his memories of the feral beasts unpleasant. He felt vulnerable without Karas’s fiery sword to drive the godthing away, but his children needed the blade more.

    “Some nasty dogs you have here. Maybe. But I think it will be more like you.”

    Padas knew what he meant. Dead, but not. Alive, but not. Human, but not. He felt like so much less than he had before, as though ascension diminished him. His touch had been restored, his missing finger returned, but tactile things gave him less sensation, less pleasure. He could see things which weren’t there before. The scars on the land from gods battling, the soulstuff in each pearl he somehow missed over the years, the tracks of a thing like him. A wolf, but not.

    “How do I kill it?” He asked, breaking himself from reverie.

    “Can a god be killed?”

    “Yes.”

    “Then you know more than I do, Father. Perhaps that is in your nature.”

    “And the wolf’s nature?”

    Krao chuckled. “Is to be cunning and hunt. That’s why I’ve let it circle us for the last hour. We needed a place where it could only come where we knew it would. Perhaps there are aspects of yourself you have not found yet. Be strong and kill. It’s coming.”

    Padas turned where Krao pointed and saw, beneath the shadowy form it hid in, a snarl of mouths and eyes. The wolfen god was a pack and it was here.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Ooooooohhhhh, RVMP! This is really good! I love that so many people are going for more action orientated scenes for this prompt. Also, the opening line feels like a setup to a joke, and I unironically love it.

      I love the continuation of previous stories while still building on the lore and adding new characters. Krao seems chill and astute. It’s great to see Padas at full power, but it’s also very sad to see that he gets less pleasure out of life than he did when he was completely human. I suppose that is the payoff, though. I do appreciate him still being as much of a family man as he was before.

      This wolf god is hyped up, but also well worth the hype. I want to see what he can do, as it’s an entire pack of wolves as a god instead of a single huge wolf. That’s really awesome and completely horrifying. I definitely want to know more about this god.

      I love that you use fairy tales and myths that you have established within your own world to take up the challenge as well as the wolfen god and then facing it down now. Really great and engaging story. It always seems to me that you put a lot of love and heart into the lore and background of your stories. That’s wonderful. I am super excited to see what you share next. Thank you very much for writing this.

    2. Rattus Avatar
      Rattus

      I liked this piece. I’m curious why Padas is hunting down the God, whether it’s something specifically against this God, or if it’s some part of a bigger campaign. There’s some good, subtle worldbuilding in this piece as well that I enjoyed. I wonder if he had any knowledge of the God being an entire pack, or if this was a surprise that he was completely unprepared for. This piece was very intriguing and definitely left me wanting to know more about this part of the world. Well done!

  8. Estuans Interius, Ira Vehementi
    By Marx

    Yelena was a warrior angel. She existed for battle. She didn’t know if these were the demons who tore off her wing, but they would get her vengeance regardless.

    But with every strike of her divine blade, she was forced to acknowledge how much weaker she was in this wounded state, her power effectively halved.

    Angels were meant to be beings of perfection. She was no longer perfect. And it was THEIR fault.

    The demons made up for their weakness in numbers and viciousness. Yelena made up for hers in skill.

    Even still, Yelena quickly realized that even if these weren’t the same demons who crippled her, they had the same strategy. On the plus side, she knew they would keep going for her remaining wing and could compensate. But with every brutal attempt, a jolt of sheer terror went through her.

    Her eyes welled up as she took in the rows and rows of teeth before her. Each one sharp enough to sever an angel’s soul from their body if given enough time. She couldn’t stop the thoughts from entering her head.

    She couldn’t go home like this.

    She was useless to Heaven.

    She was practically a fallen angel at this point.

    She had nowhere else to go.

    It was like the demons fed on her failing resolve, renewing their attack as nothing more than predators who acknowledged a weakened prey.

    Yelena continued to fight back, but her heart wasn’t in it. What good is vengeance if there’s nothing left to live for afterwards?

    Yelena’s vision was so blurry in her tears, she hadn’t realized that the demons had scattered. For even predators run from bigger predators.

    And the being who loomed over the weeping angel was one of the biggest. His eyes narrowed at her. “That… was stupid. Were you trying to die?”

    “…yes.” Yelena sobbed, breaking down entirely. He was a demon as well. He should have been her enemy and yet this was the second time he’d saved her from them.

    He sighed deeply, scooping the angel in his arms and taking her home.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Listen, I was 100% tempted to cheat and copy and paste the review I left you for your public group submission here, but I thought better of it. Lol. I’m leaving you another one just in case no one is able to get reviews out this week. Again, really great story, Marx. So much melancholy and acceptance of death but also a lovely glimmer of hope at the end. Your stories never disappoint.

      1. Lol you know for just a moment I thought I’d posted two different stories this week and forgot. Thank you so much!

  9. Dagmar Makara (dystop) Avatar
    Dagmar Makara (dystop)

    This Means War
    by Dagmar Makara

    An uncertain wind wheezed through the cracks of the windows in the old Apache library. The air was heady, as ancient dust danced around the moonbeams. The wood-rotten oak shelves stared back at Goyen and Elan, almost sentient to their intentions. A wolf’s invocation means war, and war requires the spirit of the wolf.

    Elan was a small woman, inquisitive and tenacious. She ran her fingertips across the forgotten tomes, clicking her tongue rhythmically as she searched for the infamous Lupan texts. Goyen watched her little tactile serenade, his face already painted for the conflict ahead. Although she was like family, he couldn’t fathom why she seemed so nonchalant. Her face did not have the paint of the wolf. This was strange to Goyen, but he trusted her implicitly.

    Elan paused.

    “You know why we lost last time?”, she remarked with a smirk.

    “Bad luck”, Goyen replied.

    “Ha, no… that’s not right, my friend. Half our people were gutted and splayed because we only took half-measures. We didn’t seek out the tomes, totems– and nor did we prepare at the hour of the wolf”.

    Goyen appeared angry for a flash. But knowing Elan’s brilliance and creativity, he instead decided to hear her out. After all, she was right, the latest massacre was the worst so far. He couldn’t get the image of the huddled brothers… or what remained of their bloodied torsos from his head. This would be their fate should they not prevail this time. Extinction.

    As Goyen turned to sorrow, Elan let out a howl of excitement.

    “Got the damned thing! I knew it would be here somewhere!”, said Elan.

    Goyen interrupted, irked.

    “Elan, our tribe, our decimation is on the line. Do you really think an old tome can win this war?”

    Elan smirked once more, this time with a full smile.

    “Goyen my friend, no knives, no daggers, no flintlock can challenge the wolf. The wolf is war, and oh boy are we at the hour of the wolf. There will be a tomorrow for us. As for the invaders… not so much”, she cheekily grinned.

    1. Lunabear Avatar
      Lunabear

      Right off the bat, Dystop, I adore this opening sentence. On its own, it has so much character while also setting the scene.

      I love that this is basically a preparation for war on and more intellectual and tactile scale. I enjoy psychological warfare a lot. Physical violence is cool to watch, but I think the mental aspect of leaves a bit more of a lasting impression in my opinion. Not that there’s anything wrong with showing physical action.

      I like the dynamic between these two. Elan is a outspoken and forward-thinking while also being logical. Goyen seems to be reserved and the more emotional type while looking more in the short term. They balance each other quite well, actually.

      You paint out the histories of the past, and immerse the reader and why finding this tome is so important for these two. I also like the subtlety of Goyen having face paint while Elan does not. It shows perhaps, that he has deeper connections to the spiritual side of the pack. The prompt is also effectively used with the pack looking for the hour of not only salvation from extinction but also victory.

      I do hope they succeed in their endeavors. And I would honestly like to see more of them.

      Critiques:

      “You know why we lost last time?”, (delete comma) she remarked with a smirk.

      “Bad luck(,)”Goyen replied.

      “Ha, no… that’s not right, my friend. Half our people were gutted and splayed because we only took half-measures. We didn’t seek out the tomes, totems– and nor did we prepare at the hour of the wolf(.)”

      “Got the damned thing! I knew it would be here somewhere!”,(delete comma) said Elan.

      “Goyen my friend, no knives, no daggers, no flintlock can challenge the wolf. The wolf is war, and oh(,) boy are we at the hour of the wolf. There will be a tomorrow for us. As for the invaders… not so much(,)” she cheekily grinned.

      Punctuation goes inside of quotation marks on. When you already have punctuation inside of quotation marks and you want to use a speech indicator (said, shouted, whispered, etc) then a comma is not necessary. Whenever there is no punctuation before the speech indicator, then the comma goes inside of the quotations.

      Please take these critiques with a grain of salt. They are not meant to be malicious. I’m not sure if this is how you write where you’re from, but this is how I know a majority of people in America tend to write. If I am ignorant of that, please let me know, and I do apologize. But these did not do anything to deter my enjoyment of reading your story. Overall, I really enjoy this piece. It brings a softer side to war, if you will. The calm before the storm. I am excited to see where you go next and, thank you very much for writing and sharing and this one.

    2. RVMPLSTLTSKN Avatar
      RVMPLSTLTSKN

      This is an intriguing piece. There’s a lot of elements that set up various aspects and lead to multiple interpretations. The main thing that I’m unsure of is if the characters are werewolves/shifters or Native Americans. ‘The old Apache library’ suggests the latter, but there’s a lot that points to the other and it’s not really clear which it is.

      “Elan let out a howl of excitement” was a great line and made me laugh.

      Great work!

  10. Silver
    By TTW

    I watch as the sun sets, smiling. “You guys up for a movie?” I ask everyone.

    “I’m down,” Mike replies.

    “I’m choosing!” Riley says, vaulting the couch and running inside.

    “In a minute,” Sam tells me. “I want to watch the moon rise first.”

    “Cool with me,” I say, not realizing that it sounds just a little too loud.

    As the tip of the moon peaks over the horizon, I start to sense more and more smells. Everything from Mike’s aftershave to the stray cat four blocks down. I’ve got a strange urge to chase it.

    “Woah, you okay?” Riley asks, looking at me. “You don’t look so good.”

    “There’s no need to yell,” I tell him as I scratch my arm. My leg, my back.

    “I didn’t yell,” He says as all colour drains from his face and the face of everyone else.

    “I’m SO ITCHY!” I howl.

    And as I do, I notice the moon. The full moon.

    “It’s a full moon out?” I bark. That’s not good. Not good at all.

    “You guys might want to back up,” I say, straining to keep my voice from growling.

    Here it comes.

    I scream in pain as thick hair sprouts from every possible place in my body. My nose elongates, and I grow a dozen more teeth than I should have. Canines.

    Even though I’m in immense pain, I still can’t help but laugh at that.

    My back hunches as my legs and arms reverse themselves. My ears crawl up my head, slowly changing to be pointier and floppy. My eyes adjust to my new vision, letting me recognize the grays and blacks of everything I see.

    I turn to my friends, smiling. “So, how about that movie?” I bark.

    1. Dagmar Makara (dystop) Avatar
      Dagmar Makara (dystop)

      Pretty directly on-point for the prompt, but I really enjoyed it nonetheless. We do tend to see werewolves as harmful or aggressive so I love the subversion of expectation here with him repeating his question about the movie at the end. I also thought the attention paid to his sensory overload details was a very nice touch. Would love to see a longer version of this! : )

  11. Glaceon373 Avatar
    Glaceon373

    Moon-Related Problems Require Archmage-Level Solutions (Students of the DiamondBridge Academy universe)
    by Carrie (Glaceon373)

    Amadea Kerberos stumbled into the University two hours late, gray hair disheveled and reeking with a million bad smells.

    Both his students and his fellow professors pointed and mocked him behind his back. They didn’t think he noticed. But his werewolf ears caught every word.

    “Looks like the night really messed him up.”

    “Can’t believe he showed up at all, to be honest.”

    “Can’t believe they let someone teach here who can’t handle a full moon, right?”

    There was the occasional sympathetic glance and kind word mixed with the mocking. Some were from fellow werewolves–in much cleaner states than himself–and some were kinder strangers than the rest. It didn’t make him feel any better.

    Amadea hadn’t lived through seventy years of full moons to not have his class schedule planned around the things. Today was his day for independent research, and he had plans for it.

    Lots of plans.

    With lazy flicks of his wand, he opened door after door, making his way to his observatory.

    “Deimos!” Amadea called as he entered the observatory. “Are you here?”

    “Ah!” Deimos, who had been sitting in a chair reading a book, jumped to her feet. “You came into work today? I barely got out of bed—”

    “Yes! And I’ve decided that we won’t have to make that decision any longer!”

    “… What?”

    Amadea grabbed three spellbooks and a few scrolls from a shelf. “We’re moving the moon. Effective immediately. Full moons will be on Saturday nights, and Saturday nights only. Perfectly 28-day moon cycles, with no moon hangovers on work days.” He went back to the shelf, grabbing and throwing things behind him.

    “I—we’re MOVING the MOON?!”

    “Yes! I am FINISHED with it ruining my life! And I’m Archmage Amadea Kerberos! So I’m DOING something about it! Now find the books on runes, we’re getting this done as soon as possible.”

    Deimos gulped worriedly. “If you say so, sir…”

    1. This is awesome and I love it. The best part is the fact that there are (in traditional lore) dozens of ways to cure a werewolf, and he just ignores all of them because this is clearly better.
      And, the reference makes it even more awesome.
      The only problem is that, as far as I know, a full moon lasts around a week before starting to noticeably wane. (but who cares about science?) So, moving it wouldn’t really make a difference. Otherwise, awesome!

    2. Dagmar Makara (dystop) Avatar
      Dagmar Makara (dystop)

      I absolutely love this. The title is amazing and one hell of a hook. The implications about the professor and his werewolf form were great imagery with lots of nice worldbuilding especially when you introduce magic (the werewolf/magic crossover idea is great – but it feels a little rushed, however given the wordcount I can see why). But all is forgiven for the guy’s hubris in wanting to move the moon, amazing way of finishing this piece! Great work 🙂

    3. MasaCur Avatar
      MasaCur

      I absolutely loved that first line, Carrie. It’s so invocative. The entire premise of the story, that this archmage werewolf professor wants to just move the orbit of the moon so that he only has to deal with full moons while it’s convenient for him is just ridiculous and funny (and has given me ptsd flashbacks to Empress Theresa, but at least you wrote this knowing how absurd it is). I love Deimos’s reaction to Amadea’s plans as well. She just reacts with such dismay and shock, as one normally would. I really enjoyed this one.

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