Ceruleanus Lupus
I had known of them for years. Lycanthropes. I always thought they were just a way of frightening little chidren and village idiots.
Though I'm not a member of nobility, as a respected merchant I wanted little that I couldn't afford. Because of this position in society I had become accustomed to being wary, and accosted, when traveling. My first thought on hearing the sounds in the woods was that my silver-inlaid rapier would once again become soiled.
The woman that stepped suddenly in front of me however caused me to pause. That hesitation has imprisoned in a hell that have no desire to flee.
The woman was tall and full, yet at the same time she appeared gaunt. Her deep, dark eyes ot once sad and hungry. There were shadows in her countenance that seemed to move yet not leave. Her hair...her hair...it was so dark as to appear blue, the same blue seen in a moonless starlit night.
I asked for her name, to which she replied, "We...I am Ceruleanus".
"An odd name for a woman", I commented.
"That is not my name," she breathed. "That is who I am".
At this time I became aware of the others. There were three of them, all of the same countenance, two males and one female. As they moved closer I saw the same sadness and hunger in each of them. I stood there as if in a trance, not desiring to move.
The feast that followed should surely slain me. When I asked...her (the name is unpronouncable by the human tongue)...why, she said that had I been afraid, I would have died...slowly, painfully and alone.
As in almost every species, the Lycanthropes have more than one bloodline. The more common one is the stuff of legends. The tales of terror spun by drunkards.
My brown hair has darkened. The transition is almost complete. Once it has taken me, we will create more of this elite breed. For while the common, known as changelings, have all been turned, only one half of our bloodline was chosen.
The other half was born...Ceruleanus Lupus.
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