Post by TTTCW Admin on Sept 9, 2012 20:48:39 GMT -5
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You're in the woods. You don't know how you got here or why, it just happened. You'd heard a howl, decided to follow it, and suddenly everything looked the same. You're sitting on a boulder, trying to make sense of it all, when a soft, maternal voice says, "Are you lost my dear?" You jump up and look around frantically for the owner of the voice. As you gaze over the boulder from whence you sat, a woman in what looked like a deer-hide dress steps out from the thick undergrowth. Her hair is platinum blonde, her eyes so light a gray, they appear white. Her skin is fair, and she is adorned with beads and animal teeth and little braids in her hair. She holds out a hand, as if approaching a cornered dog. "It's alright," she coos, "I will not hurt you. What brings you here?"
"I--I heard a howl," you mutter, nearly inaudibly. But she nods in understanding.
"I see. Now, I expect you know the town not far from here--mm?" You nod. "Good, good. Come child, there is much to show."
"Who are you?" you manage to ask after the woman and you kneel down on the forest floor. The woman sparked up a fire.
"My name is Aniu. Now, no more. This town doesn't exactly tell its own history in the textbooks. It is up to me to warn the youth now. . ." Aniu sounded wistful, as if she was missing something. You find you don't want to know what she plans on warning you about, but she tells you anyway.
You feel confident that much of these stories were fabricated. Sure, the Wolff Brothers killed people who tresspassed, and sure they found their long lost family, and sure their descendants ruled the town, but surely they could not take the form of men with the pelts of wolves. Aniu looks at you sternly. "Do not be so trusting of the people here, child. It may be modern day, but the Wolff legend lives on." She stands up and the fire sputters out. She begins to back away into the forest. "Heed my warning. The legends hold truth." And she is gone.
As you make your way back, you decide that Aniu is a little bit crazy or too gullable to the legends of natives. There's no such thing as wolf-men, you tell yourself, finding your way through the forest and back to your home street. There's no such thing as werewolves. But as you enter your home building, you hear a howl, and a thought lurking at the back of your mind sends chills down your spine:Or is there . . . ?