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Die Posaunen von Jericho Ring wenn er tot ist.
i had a good life, growing up. well, i had a good like as an adult. i can't really say my childhood was all that great. but, of course, living in the 1400's as a werewolf was hard for anyone. my pack was slaughtered and i was cast out at the ripe age of seven. and it hurt to know that i would never hear my father's guttural laugh, or my mother's giggle. it hurt to know that i wouldn't be able to see anyone again.
i was found, half dead, by a little human girl. she took me in as a puppy and tended to my wounds like i was a prized dog. i have multiple forms as a werewolf. my normal, woodlands wolf, which is big enough for you to ride on — it's nearly the size of a normal horse. and then my werewolf form. the form i can't control. the form that's onset by my anger. the form that's nine feet tall with half-foot claws and four-inch fangs. she found me while i was in my normal wolf form, the size of a puppy, nearly torn to shreds.
this girl grew to be my fiancee. i loved her to death, i did anything to make her happy. i tried my hardest to make sure she was happy. she acted like she was, sometimes, but she wasn't, really. the more time grew on, the more she began sleeping around and becoming more and more unfaithful to me. she even got married to two other men while we were still engaged. but i still loved her. how could i overlook the fact that she had saved my life? she was so hurtful to me, but i gave her all of my love, because i had no one to give it to. time and time again, she took that love and torn it in half in front of me, claiming that she never wanted to see me again, but still crawling into bed in the dead of night with me, drunk and naked. and i let her. i was a fool for not seeing what was going on; but i was so madly in love that i overlooked everything she ever did to hurt me.
her hatred for me trying to give her my love got so intense, that she was my death. she gathered the men of the town, claiming i had violated her and impregnated her against her will. that, of itself, was punishable by death. but she went on and on to say all the things that i never did; killed her brother, slept with her mother, burned her house, stole her belongings, etc.. it hurt, to see the woman i loved pretending to cower from me as i was cast out of town and beaten to death. i was born as a werewolf, and i'm naturally so much stronger than humans, but i could only last so long. i didn't fight back. how could i? the realization had hit me, then. harder than the pitchforks stabbing into my flesh, harder than the rocks being smashed against my skull, the realization hit me.
she lied.
she never loved me. she thought i was cute as a small puppy, but i grew. she thought i was a tiny wolf, lost and alone. but when she woke up with a small boy in her house, wearing the bandages that she had put on the wolf, she didn't like that. i should have stayed as a wolf. she would have loved me then.
i was cursed to never be able to leave this property. the mansion on the hill, that was what i lived in. the old, decrepit victorian mansion, owed by a gorgeous widowed noblewoman. it was a pretty place, and i tried to keep it clean. but the years passed and i stopped trying. i arrived here in 1567, and i've been here ever since. i have no idea what year it is right now, but i know it's been at least one century.
i was dressed in my olden attire; an old pirate-esque shirt, tucked into some dark brown trousers, which were tucked into some old, soft leather boots. i looked like a pirate, and i didn't mind it. not one bit. i sat on the grand stairway of the mansion, staring at the ground blankly. the sound of footsteps made me look up and i blinked a few times, raising my head. quickly, i hid. even though i didn't need to hide, i still liked to. it was... fun.
a group of people who looked to be around my human age waltzed into the house, carrying bags and laughing. they were acting like they owned this place. i grew very angry. they began setting their bags down, sitting on the dusty seats that were placed in the entryway for guests back in old times. a small frown graced my features. they began lighting the candles around the room, getting situated and comfortable.
i walked towards the stairs. no one could see me, anyway. the only way people could see me was if i was in my wolf, werewolf, or apparition form. since i was a ghost, i had control over my environment, a type of telekinesis. i could also fly around and float and disappear completely, but there was no point if no one could see me. i looked around, trying to find something to scare them with. finally, my eyes landed on everything in the room. i stood by the stairs, watching them throw garbage and bottles onto the ground. one female seemed to be not doing anything, and that was good. i extended one arm straight. with a small look around the room, i frowned as something smashed a bottle.
i bent my elbow up at a ninety-degree angle. all the furniture the people were sitting on suddenly shot towards the ceiling, sending everyone off to the floor. i kept the furniture floating in the air, the group panting and panicking. i raised my other arm, pointing it towards the kitchen. the drawers rattled as the knives from the kitchen emerged, floating in the air as well. i pointed the blades towards them. the grabbed their things and ran out of the building, screaming.
my arms dropped and all the things floating in the air fell down as well, the furniture thudding loudly while the knives clattered in a cacophonous way. i looked at the mess the people had made, my shoulders drooping. since i died, i shut down. my emotions seemed to be gone, leaving me completely devoid of any sort of feeling, except for drowning loneliness and sadness.
i knelt down in front of the mess, beginning to pick up the broken glass and garbage they had dropped, putting it all in a pile. i saw in the corner of my eye and i looked up. the female who had been standing by the door, not doing anything, was still here, a bag slung over her shoulder.
and she was staring directly at me.
The trumpets of Jericho ring when he is dead.
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