Mood: Pleased
“Master Cornell?” Fenril, dressed in a white blazer and black dress shirt approached his fellow lycanthrope. Despite both having very muscular, masculine builds and same colored hair they were not alike. Cornell was a pacifist and never submitted to anyone’s will while Fenril fought to uphold the laws of his kind. Fenril was given the title “Winter King” because of his white fur and tremendous size when in wolf form and his powers over temperature. Cornell was called the “Blue Crescent Moon” because when he would fight there would only be a sliver of his opponent left. Everyone feared Cornell, though peaceful and philosophical he was terrifying when he allowed himself to be. When he was a young man he had a friend named Ortega who was seduced by darkness and though they knew each other since boyhood Cornell killed him without remorse. But in actuality Cornell has not forgiven himself for allowing his best friend to reduced to a former shell of himself. Cornell could not stand losing another friend and thus became an enemy to the forces of darkness, allying himself with humans and hunters. But when humans started to believe that all creatures were evil he slunk into the shadows of his lycanthrope community and there he was revered, being the last of his kind. The Iron Lycanthrope he was called since his power turned his skin into metal, he was impervious even to the claws of other powerful lycanthropes. However with all this power he was not ambitious but only wished to raise a young girl named Noel in peace. Fenril befriended Cornell because of his sense of justice and big heart. Though sometimes they bumped heads on certain decisions they could never break their bond. Cornell didn’t wish to admit it but he cherished his friendship with Fenril.
“Yes master Fenril?” Cornell sat looking up at the moon in admiration of its beautiful shine and luster.
“It is time that we should be leaving. The leader wants us to pursue the enemy. How do you want to proceed?” Fenril asked.
“I will not go until the Spell blade has awoken.” Cornell took a deep breath he started sifting rocks in his hand.
“But that is defying orders master Cornell.” Fenril said. Cornell stopped moving the rocks.
“I shall not move until I can feel that she has awoken.”
“Master Cornell, if we do not go...” Fenril tried to reason with his friend.
“What will happen? Iscariot may seem strong but he has no power over us, not yet that is.”
“Not yet.”
“How long has this war gone on?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“How long has this war gone on?”
“A few moons.”
“That would be false.”
“Excuse me?”
“This war has been going on since time immemorial.”
“That’s impossible.”
“No, chaos has always been in disagreement with harmony and vice versa, they have been in everlasting conflict since.”
“Are you saying that they have not waged war on each other but are having a little temper tantrum right now?” Fenril growled. Cornell held up his hand to calm the lycanthrope.
“No, I believe this is the last battle, what we are doing is ending the conflict.”
“So, who is going to win?”
“Which side do you think?”
“I don’t know.” Fenril sighed and took out a cigarette and lighted it. He took a deep breath and let the smoke leave his lips. “It’s difficult being in our situation, don’t you think?” Fenril walked to his friend and sat next to him. “I prefer the moon in our world better. I don’t know why.”
“The moon always looks more beautiful during peaceful times.”
“But the world is never peaceful.”
“Well I believe it must be individuals than who believe they are in peace.”
“Like Noel, she has you to protect her.”
“Yes, my daughter.” Though Cornell called her such she as not actually his blood relation, a renegade lycanthrope attacked a village from their world and Noel was the only survivor, only a baby at the time she did not know what happened and believed Cornell to be her father. “I miss her so, she is as old as Kokoro now.”
“And even she is fighting this battle.” Fenril took another puff. “It’s sad.”
“Kokoro is fighting for her father.”
“Why? What would possess her to fight?”
“Her father put down his sword when he married.”
“Smart man.”
“But she figured out his past and confronted him. He told her that it was pointless and violence leads only to more violence. This is what led her to change her name and pick up a weapon.”
“But her mother is human.”
“She has a darker power inside her. Can you not smell it?”
“No, I don’t think so, what kind of power is it?”
“A power that is written in her blood.” Cornell stood up. “She has awoken, I must leave.”
“Me too.”
“Be careful out there friend.”
“You too.” And the two lycanthropes, no werewolves took off.
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