Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ She Wolf ❯ Chapter One The Birthing of A She wolf ( Chapter 1 )

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She Wolf

Chapter One The Birthing of A She wolf
Dead beatles surrounded the stone alter and incense colored the air, the moon an effeminate figure floated in the deep sky.
The cries of bats surfing on the waves of the wind and the alter emanated a red glow as if heated from somewhere deep inside. On the alter lay the panting figure, a woman in the throes of birthing she was laid naked on the alter pain and fear felled her eyes. As she looked at those that stood around her staring down at her maliciously awaiting what would come. The seven robed figures that surrounded the alter stood calmly in silent anticipation and then with a suddenness that startled all into silence a great fire surrounded the alter, but as suddenly as the flames arose they vanished back into the muddy earth, and their upon the stone, surrounded by ash lay a squalling toddler, naked, a matted patch of raven hair upon her angelic face, her most noticeable features her milk white eyes and two small canine like ears atop her head coated with sticky black fur. One of the figures stepped forward and lowering his hood revealed a man of great height with dark chestnut hair and ears similar to those that set upon the child’s majestic head he walked toward the child and cautiously he was handed a mortar felled with the pugnant smell of blood, sour milk ( that of a mare), mushed up meat that had once been a wolves tongue, and a potent mix of hellebore and mandrake. Slowly he walked to the alter looking down admiringly at the small girl who stared up at him. Dipping his thick calloused figure into the bowel he brought his dripping figure to the mouth of the child and meeting little resistence placed it in side. Obediently the child suckled and within minutes the bowel was empty. Stepping back he handed the bowel to another and whispered for them to take of their hoods. They obeyed and thus the girl was surrounded by scarred old men. Addressing the men the man King Valko spoke commending:
And with that something miraculous happened. The flames again arose around the alter circling the child whom in it’s ‘womb’ felt protected and safe. As the infant girl stared into the flames. They spoke to her. They spoke of her destiny of what her short life would hold. The life of a She wolf. A life lived in servitude to her pack. “ A breeder is born.” Whispered they. And the moon looked down and cried upon the child blessing her with her gift, her curse, and her life. “ I am over, said she, you are now the New Moon. I mourn for your belittled life Goodnight my daughter.” The child watched as the moon disappeared the night of the waning moon was over tomorrow this child would mature into adulthood and bring forth the new cycle of moons with the birth of her first child. Until then her pack was vulnerable. The child learned this all from the flames. They would be her teachers and one day her executioners.





Aquirrel a stout man with reddish grey hair and dark brown eyes, his ears the canine like that adorned all those belonging to the Wolfe Clan, stared down at the snoring toddler he carried in his hands. She was beautiful and so tiny, and he loved her instantly. For she reminded him so of her mother Belcissa. As dictated by centuries of tradition the Wolfe Clan only permitted one woman to live in their castle home of Conriglen. She was the She Wolf the living embodiment of Luna, moon, any other woman child born to the Clan was either killed or sent away to be raised by its mother who was usually a loose woman of some other Clan. The She Wolf as law spoke was Queen and the property of the current King to do with as he willed. She was given a potion at her birth that made her body able to withstand pregnancy early on in childhood and make her only able to bare sons until she saw her twentieth full moon of which the she wolf would become pregnant with a child who was essentially gender less. Upon which she would given her life to the flames drinking a draught of live cruor pello pepulli pulsum that would when heated by the flames would melt into the infant transforming her into the She Wolf the evidence was in the milky white of the eyes for a filmy substance that was once the eyes of the creatures that had inhabited the mothers body. She Wolves where an odd creation of magic, a twisting of fate. Only the Kings themselves truly knew the depths of a She Wolves capabilities and sometimes Aquirrel wondered if even they knew. If they did they certainly never shared this knowledge with the She Wolves. They kept them trapped in a world of ignorance and Aquirrel thought the Clansmen fared little better they were all kept in ignorance of the world outside the valley they called home, the roles that they played. Aquirrel wondered what his role was. He had loved Belcissa with all his heart. He had pined for her year after year wishing with all his heart that he had been born the King, but he was just a lowly medi-witch not even a warrior. Belcissa had been different from the She Wolves that had come before her. She had been clever, lively, opinionated, and full of laughter. King Valko had hated her. She had not been the submissive wife he had thought she’d be. She had been far to intelligent for his liking and after she had given him an heir, his young son Varg’tama he had thrown her away preferring the company of the women that inhabited the villages situated at the bottom of the mountains that surrounded the valley and hide Conriglen. When he had cast her out she had come to Aquirrel crying. She had actually loved the King and had thought he returned her feelings. Aquirrel had consoled her and they had secretly become lovers. He had confessed his love and over time she had come to love him. Her pregnancy had been a shock to all for they knew King Valko had become infatuated with a Salmon woman named Ursula. To save face the King had claimed the child and in anger had announced that the babe would be ‘The One.’ After all Belcissa was almost twenty. Aquirrel had desperately tried to get to Belcissa who had been incarcerated soon after but had failed and been forced to watch as she had been lead to the Alter of Renewal. He had not looked away from her accusing stare as she had been fed the blood drinking beatles and finally burned alive. She deserved that at least from him. Her lover who had watched her die and then took their child in his arms and delivered her into the life her mother had hated so. He was a Damned man and he knew it but he would not fail Belcissa again he would find away to show their child the world outside of the valley. A world were her life could blossom into the full and lovely life Belcissa should have had. “ She died to young...far to young.” He murmured to the child who looked up at him sleepily and mumbled the tiniest disjointed phrase.
His eyes teared up as he looked at her kissing her forehead and holding her tighter. “ Abbas diligo vos- Father...love you.”