*Author's Notes* Hello all. This is my very first story on this site, so I appologize if there are any mistakes. I'm sorry to say that there is no real sex in this part, but there will be in the later chapters. I'm just kind of testing the waters so to speak.
Enyway, enjoy yourselfs and let me know what you think.
Happy reading all.
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The night air was cold and harsh. The first snow of winter had just set, signaling the death of the land and the passing into earthly slumber. Inside a small, three room cabin however, it was toasty warm. Though, you wouldn't know it by the dead, lifeless expression held in the deep golden eyes of the man who sat within. The man sighed heavily for the hundredth time that night as he stared at his food without really seeing much of anything. He couldn't really taste anything of his meal as every bite just seamed bland, without any hint of pleasurable flavor.
It wasn't that the food was bad.
By no means was that it. It was simply that the man was too dead inside to be able to feel anything, including the taste of his meal.
The walls of his home once held such laughter and joy, and everywhere he looked he saw a memory. Visions of a joyous couple so much in love, so happy and content, all of which seemed tainted, stained with the horror that that house held. The man closed his eyes and shook, his silver hair shaking with the violent shudder, the silky strands shimmering in the warm fire light.
He couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't breathe, and had to get out of there. Standing abruptly, he rushed out into the chilled winter air, the snow biting his bare feet as he ran for the forest nearby. The cold didn't bother him much, nor did it really bother any of his kind and, as he bounded into the forest, it no longer matter as the vision of the man soon blurred out, only to be replaced by a massive white wolf dashing into the safety of the trees.
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The icy snow beneath her feet hurt. It numbed her to her bones and caused her skin to crack as she ran through the forest. But she didn't care. She just knew she had to keep running. She had to get away from the sounds that followed her.
Men, several men from what she could hear chased after her.
She knew she would be dead if they caught her.
It had been just before dark when the man who was her master had forced himself upon her, tearing her dingy clothing from her tender frame, exposing her supple, lush breasts to his lecherous gaze. He was a married nobleman, and she a mere slave in his house hold. Any one of the other slave girls who worked at his estate would have been overjoyed to receive such attention from their master.
But not her.
She had been young and new. Barely into adulthood, very head strong and outspoken. Yet, already he had tried to take her purity.
She had been terrified of him, and of what he had planned for her. So she fought back, pushing him away as much as she could. But it was to no avail. He was just about to take her, to force her into womanhood when she grabbed a nearby vase and smashed it over his head, knocking him unconscious on top of her.
The guards had heard the loud sound and had come running, she could hear them at the door, trying to open it. Well, trying to break it down would be a better term. The loud sound of their banging at the door had only frightened her more, and she had struggled to untangle herself from the limp body which lay above her and escape out the window.
And escape she did.
She was finally free, but it was a loose term at this point. She had indeed escaped, but now she was running for her life, through a forest that she didn't know, in the freezing cold, in the middle of the night. She was tired and the air burned in her lungs with every step she took. But still she kept on pushing forward, in the hopes that she might find someplace, anyplace where she would be safe.
'No place will be safe for me,' she thought with melancholy tainting her mind, forcing hot tears to sting her eyes.
"Split up and surround the forest. She won't get away from us." She heard a man yell out to the others behind her, the sound causing her panic to rise even further as she ran.
'Oh gods above, can this night get any worse?' Unfortunately it did. Her mind had been so focused on the sounds behind her and on her own thoughts that she forgot to pay attention to the path ahead, and tripped over the loose root of a tree. She let out a loud scream at the shock, which was quickly cut off by a resounding "oof" when she hit the ground.
Of course the men had heard the piercing sound and those nearby rushed to find the source, knowing full well that she was the only woman out in the forest.
"By the ancestors what did I trip on?" The woman wondered as she rubbed her head, trying to ease the ache that now plagued her, as well as brush of some of the biting snow which covered her front. 'Great, now on top of everything else I'm hurt. Wonderful.' She let her angry thoughts wander as she rose up from the ground, trying to steady herself as she brushed snow off of her half naked frame.
"There you are, you little bitch!"
The voice snapped her right out of her thoughts and sent chills down her spine. It was the head guard, Vormik. A man who was known to be even more sick a twisted than his master. She heard stories about him. About how he enjoyed killing people in the most brutal and sadistic way. Women especially were his favorite, as he loved to rape them to the point where their entire bodies were broken from the ordeal before he would cut off their heads to put them out of their misery. She didn't dare turn around now, she couldn't even if she wanted to, frozen in place as she was with terror.
All she could do was close her eyes and hope and pray that this was all a bad dream, even as she knew that a slow and agonizing death was now waiting just behind her.
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The wind felt amazing as it brushed past his snowy white fur. The scents and smells of the forest assaulted his sensitive nose as they all rushed by. And the snow, how it cracked and broke beneath his massive paws. It was a feeling that he never got tired of, never grew out of.
And, at least for the moment, he felt like he did years ago, back when he was happy, before he had met her and his entire life had been ruined. His mate, the one he loved, the one he had given everything to. The woman who had betrayed him and destroyed his gentle heart, hardening the muscle, turning it as cold as the ice below his paws.