Lucret ia

Eyes Of Gold

A silent breath escaped my lips, I stood face to face to a wolf with only a small distance between us. I should be dead, yet time still passed and we stood taking in each others present. The werewolf was like other wolves just larger with golden eyes they shone like the sun in the hollow darkness of the forest. The wolfs fur was black all black, the wolves I had hared about had brown fur coats and some was known to be white or cream. But black was only heard of in the further south villages and towns, this colour was new. A new wolf. It had to be. Large claws dug into he dirt as he stepped forward lowering his head to let our a low snarl.

I blinked. Stepping back a step so my boot splashed into the lake edge, I kept my face as cool and soft as I could glaring into them gold eyes looking for some humanity. His ears perked up and my breath came out in a low whistle.

The wind blew, it had changed directions, it causing his fur to ruffle back making the wolf looks young and muscular. The wolf still displayed no humanity in his eyes they where sharp and serious as if wondering what to do with me. I shivved agonised the cold my hair had now blown over my shoulders and began to spread on my face, but I brushed strands of sandy blond aways to get a better view of the all black wolf with the golden eyes.

I shivered once more, to the cold or to the fear bubbling inside of me, I didn't know which.

"I can smell your fear" a small husky voice sang in my head. I glared in shock at the wolf, why could I hear him? Maybe all wolves can talk to people, but I haven't heard it in the legends or the storey'sform the elders and I'm positive my father never spoke of such madness. 

"Is it possible to smell fear? Is that a wolf thing?"  the wolf took a step back lowing his head even more, his growls had stopped and his head tilted. 

"You can hear me?"  This may be bad, maybe I should have kept my mouth closed.

I blinked twice carefully avoiding the wolfs gaze, so the wolf repeated his statement once more but I kept my focus to the ground below my feet, the bottom of my violet dress skirt was covered in mud splatters. I pulled my clock round me in an attempt to hid the silver cross which was lodged between my breasts. 

Thump-thump-thump my heart began to race as the wolf took a step forward lowering his head till his jaw hovered about the ground. Then he snapped it up so his snout was inches away from my face, a musky smell filled my nose. His breath smelt like dirt and rain. 

The wolf turned to the side startled by a sound in the bushes, we both watched as a small field mouse appeared and then disappeared under a tree trunk. The wolf let out a breath, more nasty smelling breath. My eyes focused on a wound, blood seeping out and clotting on his fur, he had been cut from silver that must be why he hasn't healed.

"Your hurt" I mumbled. I probably should't do what I had began on thinking to do but I did it an ways. Slowly I knelled down wetting my dress as I leaned on the wet pebbles that mad up the lakes edge as I did, I pulled out the rag that I had been cleaning silver with and dunked it into the lake. The wolf stared with a curious expression showing a more human like expression on his Wolfie face.

"What are you doing mortal?" The wolf head hung low once more trying to see what I was doing. I walked over to him, the wolf remained perfectly still as I dabbed the wet rag onto the deep cut across the wolfs back leg on his left thigh.  With in an instant the wolf shook his back leg causing me to fall onto the damp muddy floor. My rag still clenched into my fist but my other hand now had dirt on it.

"Let me clean you wound" I protested as I got back onto my own feet. I couldn't understand it. I was being sympathetic to a monster, a werewolf that kill that storms into our village and kills innocent people and destroys out homes. But deep down, something told me not to be afraid. That if i help this wolf he may just spare my life.