Unsainted

4: Of A Primordial Existence

It took an insufferable amount of time for the sun to pass over the cabin. But once it had set, and the moon became visible in the night sky. Atrox reverted back to the beast he once was, the day prior. The transition was instantaneous and thankfully painless; Atrox was in the middle of nailing several wooden boards to the window he had previously broken, before his body took over. 

He dropped the brick he had been using as a makeshift hammer; and stepped back from the completely covered window. Atrox found the experience rather interesting, out of his control his body meticulously searched the cabin with a new found curiosity instead of blind rage. It wasent until he found the door that Atrox became concerned, he had locked the door with the deadbolt; giving him a sense of pride. 

'Yeah open that, you stupid bastard' Atrox thought to himself. 

He looked at the deadbolt for no more than a couple seconds, before reaching towards it with his big ugly hands and slid the bolt open. Atrox's metaphorical heart dropped as he opened the door, with less effort than it took to close it. He looked outside into the cold night, the moon light only aiding his near perfect night vision. But Atrox had a sense of self care this time, he slowly stuck his arm out the door; flexing his finger the closer it came to the moonlight. 

Then his hand and entire arm where outside, unaffected in the absence of the sun. He stepped out of the cabin, once again observing his surroundings; a common activity in a new environment. Atrox stood with a slight hunch in his back, smelling the air as it blew by him. 

He caught the smell of water, as the wind blew it's moisture through his nostrils. Without a second thought, Atrox turned to his right and sprinted off into the woods. The forest itself didn't have much in the way of shrubs, or other small form plant life. The trees that dominated the vast majority of the area where ancient, and had been there long before this land knew people. 

Atrox reached a small river, in a matter of minutes. The river itself came from a distant mountain and flowed through the forest, eventually reaching the town to fill their dam. Atrox knelt down at the muddy edge, and pushed his cupped hands under the water's surface. He paused for only a moment, a moment to stare at his own reflection. 

Unlike the mirror; in the morgetory, it didn't send Atrox into a fit. Instead he simply observed the features on his head, the patches of his skin had turned hard and off putting. And his eyes reflected the moons light, with their sick yellow colour. 

Atrox brought his hands out of the river, and drank the water in them. But the sound of a stick cracking under weight, took Atrox's attention from his needs. He looked up and on the other side of the river bank, was a large grey wolf. It stared at him over the body of water; in curiosity, as it wasent hard to wager it had never seen anything like Atrox before. 

Atrox stood to his full height and snarled at the wolf, baring his teeth as a threat. But the animal did not care, as the rest of it's pack joined it at the river bank. They moved from behind the trees and the spare shrubs, revealing that the pack was made from nine wolfs. Making his way to edge of the river was another wolf, twice the size of the others and covered in black fur. 

There was no doubt it held superiority over the other wolfs. It stepped into the river, with its teeth bared in a low growl; and the hairs standing on the back of its neck. Atrox took a step back, flexing his fingers as he readied himself for a brawl. 

'What are you doing!?' Atrox screamed in his head, 'thats a dog from hell you can't fight it' 

But as usual his pleads went unheard, inside his own mental prison. Atrox continued backing away, until the wolf had crossed the river. Once he was away from the rest of his pack, Atrox stopped moving and crouched down to the ground. The wolf took this a major offense, and stopped in his tracks; he even managed to puff his fur out to make himself look twice as big.