Wolfheart

~The Smell of Death~ (6)

I was lapping greedily at the blood that spilled from the motionless Lanakila's body, the voice that commanded me laughed in an unearthly and wild way, as if it were thoroughly enjoying itself. The hot, viscous liquid poured down my throat, satisfying my inner predator. The claws that adorned my great paws dug deep into the young lady's chest, holding her fast as my head jerked from side-to-side, tearing apart the twitching bits and pieces.

Her sword clattered loudly as it connected roughly with a stone, limp fingers no longer capable of wielding the weapon.

Inside, where I was only allowed control over my own thoughts, I was crying an unstoppable river that roared unforgivingly with no end in sight.

"You did well, Tyryn." The sinister utterance retreated as it praised me. "You are strong, indeed." Thus, with that frightening finality, the voice retreated entirely and left me in full supremacy over my own body, mind and soul once more.

I slumped painfully to the blood-soaked ground, dropping my fur upon contact with the Earth, every part of my body was trembling with remorse. The stifling scent of death overwhelmed my sensitive sense of smell, and I turned to upheave my earlier meal as I was left with nothing but a few severely mangled bits of the young woman's body to look at.

"I... I killed her..." I coughed, wiping the blood and vomit away from the corner of my mouth, "I killed her!" The tears could not stop, my vision became blurred until I was no longer able to see my own hands. "Why..." I cried out, whipping my head back, still on my knees and incapable of moving thanks to my legs being weak from adrenaline. I stared up at the moon, blurred as it was, watching me calmly from its place in the sky. Arching my back, grabbing handfuls of my own, white-gray hair, I screamed. I screeched and howled, both the human and wolf parts of me mourned openly at the unexpected and repulsive passing away of what once was my new companion.

I could simply not grasp the knowledge that I had destroyed someone's life with my own being, and though I had been controlled, I was the one who had carried out the deed. My bloodied hands grasped the collar around my neck and pulled desperately, "g-get off!" I gasped for air between tears, "take this thing off of me!" I begged to the silent Evermore trees, "I never want to feel it against my skin again!" I slammed my hands down into the sopping grass, watching almost emotionlessly as the tears from my face fell to mingle with the vermillion liquid that was flowing endlessly, slowly covering my long, shaking fingers. "This cannot be..." I hiccuped, "no one knew my name..."