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TASK TWO

❝ DO THEY FEAR YOU, TOO? ❞ — a short story by dinah c

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❝ DO THEY FEAR YOU,
TOO? ❞
a short story by
dinah c. alistar

 alistar

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LATE 12TH CENTURY B.C.,
TRANSYLVANIA, ROMANIA.

,TRANSYLVANIA, ROMANIA

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       The moonlight was absolutely stunning that day - or should I say, night - as the shimmery glow of faint cerulean had emerged. It had been that faithful day of the quoted "once in a Blue Moon", and it did not seem as if anything out of the ordinary had happened. Yet. that is. It has only been midnight, the night watch was sprawled abroad across all borders. Humans had their way around the forests, but it was not enough to pull down the ravenous wolves that had so long dominated that very territory from their podium of all-knowing reckoning. You may say these canines were the apex predators of the realm, although humans played a part of trying to compete with these otherworldly beings, none would be capable if they had only have their bare hands and meek flesh to sustain them within a brawl against one of these nightmares.

Ah, the spine and bone-chilling tale of the lodging predators of mankind and its ancestors, inhuman beasts that roamed the terrain at dusk. Howling and hunting for one unfortunate soul to linger within their treacherous traps. Wolves, infamous for their towering height and supernatural agility, as well as their enormous lineage of cold-blooded genocides as a pack.  Gathered together in taking down the weak and even those who were foolish enough to have crossed the lines. The chemistry between man and beast had not been as much of a rarity like some would presume, as it was a daily tribulation that had to be endured because of this hostility and blood-thirsty hunger that had held the product of such hardships and trevail.

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