Chapter 3: Son Of Thalassa
I watch the babe as it slept, the winds crying out their fury, the lightning crackling with rage beyond the cave in which he slept. The child shivered and teared up in its sleep. I watched, memories of my past life flattering about. His rise to power, suffering, "love", pain, and death.
I whined, my snout touching his little head as he rolled about in his sleep. Oh, Jason, you don't deserve what happened to you, what will happen. You do not deserve the same love your predecessor received, so filled with vile love magic and memory altering. You do not deserve the heartache and pain she will give. You do not deserve to be separated from your sister. You do not deserve to be killed by a washed-up, power-hungry deceased emperor. The wind, as if it had hands, slowly pulled the child from my grasp, as if I wouldn't notice.
Once more I pulled it closer to me, allowing the child to rest in my warmth. Rest little one, tomorrow, we shall see out of this forest. I looked at the child, nesting in my furs, The little drops of water as our only source of soothing music.
I awoke to babbling and the tugging of my fur. My tongue fluttered out, touching the deliciously smelling, very annoying baby demigod. I huffed, resting my head away from the menace, my skin burning from his strength. He giggled and I eyed him as his hand stretched towards my snout, his pudgy hands trembling in the effort as his mouth opened in a wide, gummy smile. I snorted and watched, sunlight coming through the cave's mouth as his hand gently touched my cold nose. He gave off a small, almost awed gurgle as he gently caressed my snout. Slowly, I towered over the baby, our bodies still joined by his palm and my snout. I exhaled, watching contently as he giggled, his eyes gleaming in wonder and his little tuff of hair dancing in the wind.
I could have stayed in the moment, forever. That moment will forever be embedded in my memories. However, all good things must come to an end. And our's end began with a growl, far deeper and dangerous than my own.
Hairs on end, I stood before Jason and snarled, eying the dangerous, hungry hellhound that bored in the skull of the baby, licking its chops as it prowled forward. I growled, head raised high as I stalked forward, claws cleaving into the marble as I did so.
One claw above the floor, I snarled a final warning before the hulking beast, who ignore all warnings and continued forward, his prowl increasing in tempo. I lunged with a snarl, the hellhound reciprocating in kind.
We greeted each other with our bodies slamming into each other, our hind legs providing support as they devolved into short, angered snaps and bites that touched nothing but air. With a growl, we pushed off, not before departing with a few misplaced snaps.
He turned right, and I almost turned left before a clueless babble alerted me to the reason for our fight. Little Jason, unknowing of the monsters that fought for his fate. I glanced at the babe, his wide blue eyes staring at our dance in wonder.
A weight slammed into me, the hellhound's jaw digging into my neck as I smashed into the floor. I growled, pain blurring my vision as his teeth dug into me again and again and again-
I turned, my claws digging into his body as I snarled, my pain turning into anger. Licking my lips, and ignoring my neck pain I pressed on, my claws racking into his face as he attempted to retreat. I clamped unto his neck, ignoring his pained whines as I dug my way to his neck. He bucked but I didn't relent, my claws digging deeper and deeper into his sides. With a final whimper, he slumped, his broken neck bone juttering out from his neck as I spat his blood out in disgust.
Careful not to get any blood on him I bit the back of his little jersey and rose, his body dangling from my jaw as I left the golden pile of dust on the floor.
Cautiously, with a baby dangling from my mouth, I left our shelter to see a ruined wood. The trees, dark as they were, were now a charred mess and uprooted. Plant life was either strewn all over, uprooted or floating in the water. Jason gurgled as I trudged on, my side no longer bleeding and now only sore. His pudgy hands grasped at leaves and charred bark as the water parted before my feet with just a thought. The sun bored into my back with frightening intensity and was suitably ignored, for something much more dangerous was before us.
It trotted forward gracefully and slowly as if it thought that moving slow enough for me to see it will stop my wariness. I knew of its history, its bout with the vaunted 'strongest man to live'. I knew of its infamous speed, its hoves that can shatter bones and ruptured organs. And of course, its mistress, the goddess of the hunt, is ever watchful of the wicked thing that pretends to be harmless. How could such a beast be harmless when its very presence spells the doom of anyone who meets it?
The baby giggled and clapped, his stubby feet wiggling mid-air as I tensed. The fawn adorned with golden antlers and focused brown eyes bored into my ice blue. Slowly, I eased backwards, muscled tight and ready for a hopeless sprint. As I prepared to flee, pain in my hind leg alerted me to another presence. I grunted as silver arrow tips pointed at me from fallen, battered and broken trees alerting me to the presence of the huntresses. From the corner of my eyes, I looked and calculated the odds. Some knelt on the few trees that still stood, their branches supporting them. Dressed in brown these huntresses surrounded me, some taking bold steps toward us.
Slowly I sat on the floor and released the baby's shirt from my teeth. My paw restricted the child's movement and I eyed the fawn warily, dismissing the huntresses' for their lack of danger compared to the fawn. As if it sensed my distrust, it stepped forward, the crunching of leaves and the sloshing of water beneath its hoof proving of the herbivore asserting its dominance, coming to me as if its place of power is above mine. It stopped shy a few steps from me, its head lowering as it watched Jason curiously. He giggled, his hand touching the tip of one of the most dangerous beasts in Greek Myth. It snorted as it raised, eyes turning silver as it did so.
"The Lord Of The Sky, Conquerer of Saturn, Defeater of Typhon, Bane to The Titans and Giants bids you a good day, Son of Lycaon," Its mistress said, her voice echoing through the devasted forest. "The King of the Gods, Lord Jupiter, thank you for protecting his son from your father and the destruction his fury has caused. In his gratefulness, he will allow you to leave this wood unharmed if you relinquish his son to us."
My eyes found interest in the ground as I answered. "I am not unharmed, my lady."
The fawn snorted, its head swishing from left to right and stepping back and forth. A chuckle reverberated through the forest.
"My mistake, Son of Lycaon. The King has allowed you to leave this wood alive if you relinquish the child to us. This is an offer you cannot refuse. You know why,"
My chest clenched as my hackles raised, images of bleeding children, teens and adults on my mind, the taste of their blood in my mouth, my claws digging into their bodies, their bones being torn off them in brutal fashion. I snarled, my head raising as I glared into its fearless eyes.
In unison, The bows of the huntresses groaned and their strings hissed as they were holding firm, arrows notched and gleaming in the sun.
A growl spewed from my mouth at the threat and I pulled the child close as it babbled. My head covered its small frame at the perceived threat. I knew I would not survive the onslaught of arrows. I shuffled, silva dripping from my mouth as I towered over Jason. I waited with bated breath as the Cerynitian deer stepped forward, its steps a clear statement of its intention. My growls sounded like a revving engine as it stepped towards us, the huntresses trailing cautiously behind it.
The deer grunted, its antlers gleaming with dire intentions. I bared my fangs, my claws digging into the soft earth. The huntresses' bowstrings screamed as they were pulled ever tighter.
A howl echoed through the forest, loud and furious. Snarls not of my mouth rebounded from the forest, hurried, angered and filled with hatred.
A feminine scream erupted from a huntress as a wolf large as a bear, fur red and smelling awful held her in his jaw from her midsection. With a loud crunch, my father dropped her to the floor, and stepped on her head, silencing her wails as his eyes focused on Jason. Arrows posied for me turned and faced their new threat. With a roar he lunged, arrows whistling past and biting into his skin as he swirled and snapped, blood spewing from the throats of the fallen huntresses that dared to oppose him. With a snarl, he twisted, and a huntress' head popped from her shoulders, her head bouncing twice before stopping, her face etched in horror and pain. The deer blurred, and Lycaon slammed into a fallen tree trunk.
He stumbled for a second before the deer blurred; once more, he flew through the air and slammed into another tree. Dazed, he was used as a ball by the deer, who sent him sprawling and flying in many directions. It looked as if it was winning, the Cerynitian. It had speed, power and agility and it used it to maximum effectiveness. Lycaon stood no chance. The hind was like a professional boxer, and Lycaon, a newbie fresh out of the gym. As Lycaon slammed into the floor, The Cerynitian rose its hooves.
It would've been the end of the Werewolf King, had his pack not emerged from the wood and attacked.
Arrows flew in the air. Wolves ranging from a hotdog stand to a lion snarled growled and grunted. Teeth tore into flesh, arrows sank into the bodies of my brethren. Claws raked across huntresses' uniforms, faces, and knives severed chunks of flesh from the rest.
Sensing my chance, I bit into the child's now tattered jersey and ran, the enrage howls of my father behind me as he and his pack contended with dozens of huntresses.
Hands grabbed the tuft of my fur as I ran but I didn't stop. A silver knife revealed itself in my peripherals before pain exploded in my side.
I released the baby and snarled, winds buffeting us as the huntress fought against the werewolf. With a wet slink, she pulled the knife out my foreleg and stabbed again while simultaneous catching Jason before he hit the ground. My footing slipped and we tumbled.
She stabbed me with her left, her hands stained with my blood as she held Jason in her right. My teeth dug into her forearm as she missed her strike, her blood staining my teeth as she screamed. I pulled and her body followed. I looked up as the baby babbled, flying through the air. I whined, my body prepared to jump to stop the fall before I was slammed into the floor. I snarled as I lay on my back, my claws raking across the wolf's face. He stepped back, shaking his head as the wounds slowly healed. As I rose the huntress sat upon me like a horse and stabbed into my neck. I bucked, trying to get her off me as the wolf regained his eyes. With a snarl he lunged, his teeth burying themselves upon my neck.
I clamped on his ear. Uncaring of his whines I tore the organ out. As he stumbled back in pain I bucked one last time, the huntress, releasing me with no complaint. As she landed on the earth I lashed out, my paw connecting with her face. Her body tumbled like a ragdoll as I dug into the wolf's neck. He whined and buckled and struggled, but I didn't relent, slowly closing around his neck bone. As I felt it, I pulled and spat, the actions automatic to me now.
I huffed, as I turned, watching as Jason babbled at a woman, her raven hair filled with sticks and frazzled. Her hazel eyes were filled with fear as I stalked toward her. as I made my way towards her, a howl much closer than I liked alerted me to other threats. Much more dangerous threats. I continued, not knowing what I was to do with her. Kill her now, or leave her to die.
I towered over her as I contemplated, her head barely reaching my chest.
"Get on my back," I said, lowering my body to the floor to give her easier access. She blinked, her mouth wide open as she stared at me.
I'm not in the mood for this...
"Get on my back or die here," I snarled and she nodded, shakily getting on my back. I grunted as I rose, her thighs clenching into my sides and her free hand grabbing my furs tightly.
I moved, the howls and snarls of wolves getting softer and softer as we left the woods.
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