The Chronicle of the Seven Seals: The Beginning
#1 of The Chronicle of the Seven Seals
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~The Chronicle of the Seven Seals:The Beginning~
As prophecy foretold, "A child, born unto this earth of no father nor mother, a key to another world, lost in a battle between our realm and the demonic realm. A key to the immortals." Some believed that the child's soul was the key, others believed it was the markings on his back. Furs and demons alike set forth in a search for this child in hopes to attain the powers of the ancient immortals.
A flash of purple light bursts forth in the middle of a wheat field, Tirel Fen, pitchfork in hand bashed through the door of his log cabin and into the cold, chilled night. To his dismay, over in his eastern crops, an odd glow poured out of the haze filled hole in his crop. The middle aged husky ventured into his wheat fields scouting out what had just happened.
"Damn kids!" he exclaims, his breath forming visible partials in the cold night air as he briskly jogged into his crops.
Tirel turned the corner and brushed past the wheat into the mist filled crop circle, to his astonishment, there encased in a sphere of light was a wolf child, fur as pure white as snow with unusual black markings throughout the fur on his back. The black markings had claw like arms reaching out wrapping around his body that seemed to now be retreating back to the seal. He moved closer as the orb remained floating within the middle of the circle. Reaching out to touch the orb, the light began to dim and the child fell. An unknown force compelled Tirel to dive forward and catch the child. Holding him closely to his body he took off his shirt and wrapped the child. Standing in awe for several minutes he slowly headed back toward his cabin.
Twelve years passed by and a the boy grew, he became strong working on the farm helping his father out. His well toned body left him standing five foot six and very refined. Though most of his time was spent doing chores and harvesting crops, he would sneak out into the forest behind their cabin after his father had fallen asleep. He enjoyed being out in the crisp fresh night air, it helped him concentrate and let his imagination roam free. Through his ventures in the woods he, like any young child, would pick up sticks and swing them around pretending they were the toughest hero in all of the land. Swinging his weapon and disarming his opponent, as the crowd chanted his name, "Ceowolf! Ceowolf!"
Suddenly his ears twitched toward the sound of some leaved rustling behind him and he froze. Slowly turning and moving toward the sound weapons at the ready he brushes some branches aside only to have a bird fly up into his face. He blushed as he stumbled backward and landed on his butt as the bird flew up into the night sky. Realizing how late it was he started to walk back to the cabin.
Upon arriving back a the cabin, he checks into his fathers room to make sure he was still asleep. Sure enough his father was fast asleep with the window open, he has always slept with the window open since as far back as he could remember. Sneaking back into his room and closing the door as quiet as he could, he striped down and crawled into bed. Pulling the covers over himself, he soon drifted off to sleep.
Ceowolf's birthday was coming up soon, and Tirel knew of the little wolfs excursions into the forest after he had "fallen asleep," little did Ceowolf know, Tirel would also sneak out after him just to watch as his son run through the trees fighting off his invisible attackers. It brought joy to him as he watched his son develop his fighting fighting technique... it reminded him of himself when he was young before he went to war after he had been drafted into the kings army.
Kahnark the second, a very twisted mind who wanted to take control of all of the neighboring countries. Rumor had it, the king had hidden his most valuable treasures in a vault underneath the castle, though no one could ever find it. He reigned king for seventeen years and expanded his grasp over the kingdom but was assassinated one night and the kingdom overthrown by a band of rouge knights that opposed the idea of expansion. The thrown was once again filled by another younger king, a mountain lion named Tierin.
Tierin retired the current army and recruited younger more agile members also forming a two new divisions. The first being a secret forces unit named the Black Hand that were recruited at a young age, trained and brought up to be highly trained assassins. The second group were the Black Knights, ruthless members of the army who were promoted to do the kings dirty work. Their job was to go out to all the towns under nations control and recruit members for the secret forces unit as well as picking up criminals that had been tagged by the wanted lists.
Tirel snapped back to reality when he heard a loud crunch beneath his foot paw. Realizing he had blown his cover by stepping into a patch of dead leaves he quietly yet skillfully grabbed onto the branch overhead and swung himself up into the tree. A bird flew out of the bushes knocking Ceowolf over, and realizing that he was in the clear again, Tirel climbed down out of the tree and headed back to the cabin slipping in through the window and into bed closing his eyes as he heard the rusty hinges of the front door creak as the door opened.
That night Tirel was thinking about what he could do for his son, tomorrow would be twelve years since he found the boy in his fields. Getting up and headed to the kitchen to get some water, passing his son's room he opened up the door a couple inches and peered in. Blankets pulled up passed his head left him laying completely exposed. He looked over his sons body admiring the well toned muscled as his eyes wandered down to the sheath. The pink tip just poking out slightly raised a laugh to his throat. His on sheath starting to stir, he closed the door and continued to the kitchen. Thinking back to the forest he was drawn to Ceowolf's unique fighting style. Ceowolf had constructed himself a great sword and a katana out of wood, and oddly enough used both at the same time. An idea spurred into his mind, and as he finished his water, returned to his bed.
Laying back down on his bed Tirel began mindlessly stroking his sheath, thinking back to his son. Pulling down on his sheath he let out a slight moan as it slid further out growing in length. Thumb running over the tip, he let out a shiver and started into a slow steady pace, running his hand up and down over its length. Ceowolf's body looked perfect, he liked younger, well built men which he well fit the description... but he would never take advantage of his own son. For that reason he would indulge on his periodic visits to town. Sliding off the main streets into a back ally bar where he met Cypher, a uniquely colored tiger, instead of black, his striped were white and ran down to blend with his stomach fur. The tiger was a much younger than him, and he too had a child but he was also married. He came to the bar just to "have fun" as the tiger would say.
Tirel was reminiscing about his first encounter with the tiger as he quickened the pace once more, pumping his hand up and down over the now full length. This tiger knew more than one way to get something going. The way the tigers lips caressed his flesh as his tongue knew every sensitive point and how to manipulate it. The heat between their bodies, their hearts beat as one, the scent in the air was enough to send you over the edge and the gentle embrace between two locked bodies.
Now fully engorged, he slid his hand over his knot and hooked his fingers underneath, giving a firm tug upward. Trying to muffle his howl, he bit down on his arm as ropes of cum shot up onto his chest and down across his stomach as it slowed, leaving a pool beneath the tip as he leaned back against his bed. After laying there for some time after his orgasm subsided he reached into the drawer beside his bed he pulled out a rag and mopped up his fur. Thinking of the morning to come, he sighed as he tucked the rag back into the drawer, he rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes.
The sun peered its way through the window dancing across Ceowolf's eyelids, as he awakened, thrill and excitement pour through his body. He races out to the kitchen greeted his father with a big hug.
"Happy birthday little man," his father said to him with a devilish grin on his face, "forget to do something?"
Opening his mouth to protest he then realized he had forgotten to get dressed in his excitement and dashed back to his room blushing madly. After putting on some clothes he rejoined his father for breakfast. Afterward Tirel decided to tell the little wolf of his plans to bring Ceowolf into town, he had never taken him there before, so like an energized bunny, Ceowolf bounded off down the hall to get ready. Checking in the bathroom mirror as he ran by he tried to straighten up his head fur but will little luck he just roughed it up a bit and grinned in the mirror.
It was a beautiful morning and the sun had just reached the top of the mountains in the distance casting a beautiful array of colors across the valley bringing it to life. They departed from the cabin down the long dirt and gravel road toward Carmendelayo, after about an hours walk of nonstop questioning from Ceowolf, they arrived at the front gate. Two guards, a lion and a bear, stand at post asking people and carts what their business in town was. The bear eyed both of them up and down, then gave them a satisfactory nod and let them through.
Carmendelayo was all hustle and bustle, markets set up on either side of the streets furs scurrying form stall to stall with bags of goods. Ceowolf's eyes were wide with excitement. They traveled down the main road as a man flew through the bar window into the streets as a very disgruntled barkeep standing at the door shouts,
"Don't come back until you have some money old man!"
The drunk stood up and dusted himself off, glancing around to see if anyone was looking. Tirel instantly recognizes the old drunken leopard, "Kendrik you old coot, still drowning yourself in the bars I see?" Tirel shouted.
Hearing the familiar voice he turns and a smile comes to his face, he rushes over and picks Tirel up in a bear hug, "Hahahaha, long time no see!" putting him down he looks over behind Tirel and points, "So who's this little bugger? Did you finally hook up with that woman you had your eyes on?"
Tirel looked down at Ceowolf and then back up to Kendrik, "I'll explain in a bit, come, lets go to your shop," and the three of them carried down the road, Kendrik leaning onto his friend and Ceowolf close behind. Kendrik was one of the men in Tirel's division in the army he explained to Ceowolf as they turned the corner nearing the shop.
As the door swung open, Ceowolf eyes grew wide as he saw what kind of shop it was and wasted no time immersing himself in awe as he ran around inspecting every sword he could see. Leaving Ceowolf in the store, Tirel and Kendrik stepped into a side room and he unraveled the story of the last twelve years. Kendrik was left in a state of shock as he gazed out the door into the shop at the boy.
"Huh..." Kendrik grunted, there was an awkward silence before they walked back into the main room of the shop and he asked, "So, whats your business in town?"
"I thought I would bring Ceowolf into town and show him around" he explained, then in a more hushed voice, "I was also hoping I might be able to pick up a sword for him, thought it might be a good idea to come see you about it." Looking back over his shoulder Tirel saw Ceowolf eying up a finely crafted great sword, the wide blade gleamed as his hands hovered over it.
Tirel turning back to the counter, "How much for that one?" Ceowolf's eyes lit up when he overheard the conversation.
"Five hundred gold pieces."
"Wow seriously?" he looks back over to see Ceowolf's ears flatten to his head.
"Four-fifty, that's the lowest I can go, I gotta make a living here man, you know how it is."
"Your still as greedy as ever I see," they both got a chuckle out of that. Kendrik walked over and picked up the sword and headed into the back room. Ceowolf ran over and swung his arms around his fathers waist smiling ear to ear, his eyes beaming with excitement and joy. Kendrik came back out carrying the sword wrapped up in brown paper and as he handed it to Tirel, Ceowolf looked up and thanked Kendrik. Tirel passed him a small pouch of gold, and soon after a short goodbye, they left the shop heading back into the city. They made a few quick stops to pick up some food and supplies for that night. Arms full, they headed back toward the cabin as the sun was high above them.
The rest of the afternoon was spent laying out in the fields staring up at the clouds and just talking to each other after they had returned. Tirel confessed about knowing that his son had been sneaking out at night. After hearing that Ceowolf's ears flattened to his head as he blushed slightly as he came to realize the truth. Knowing his dad had been in the war he began to bug Tirel to teach him some moves, and after pleading for an hour or so he agreed to, but it would have to wait till the next day because the sun had began to set over the distant horizon and it was time to start preparing their meal.
Inside Tirel started to make dinner as Ceowolf was running around his dads feet gathering things at his request. Dinner was ready and smelled absolutely heavenly as they sat down to eat. Just as Tirel was cutting into his steak, the water in his glass start to ripple, disregarding it he reached for the glass and picked it up but oddly enough it continued to ripple as he was holding it still, in fact more and more ripples started to form. He stood up and looked out the window seeing glimmers of lights off in the distance. Moving toward the door he heard a low rumble coming from outside, by now Ceowolf was eying his dad curiously. Tirel opened the door.
Just then he sound of a thousand hooves rumbled off in the distance Tirel looked out over the fields to see the distant town of Carmendelayo in panic and about a dozen of so knights dressed in black armor headed toward their farm, he ran inside and grabbed Ceowolf by the shoulders and rushed him to the back door.
" Listen to me carefully, I need you to run, run into the forest and don't come out no matter what happens, ok?"
Ceowolf opened his mouth but was silenced when his father pushed him out the back door. Tirel reached up over the the door pulling down a false piece of wood revealing a black tinted sword. Pulling it down he opened the front door to find his fields ablaze and a band of three knights rushing toward him with swords drawn. The one on the left swung first, as he raised his sword to block he then kicked the knight down and swung toward the next, catching the next man under his right arm. The knight fell to his knees and Tirel dispatched of him. The third knight was just a cub, maybe in his twenties. The Lion stood there frozen in terror as Tirel made a swift dash toward him knocking him over. He tried to scramble away but Tirel pounced on top of him holding his blade to the boys throat.
"Listen well boy, or this could be the last words you say. Why are you here?"
"We uh, we..." Tirel pushed down slightly on is sword breaking the skin "we received information from someone in town!"
"About?"
"A... a dog with no wife having a son! Please that's all I know, just please don't kill me!"
Tirel let the boy up as he scrambled away off toward the rest of his men. Seconds after the boy turned the corner there was a sharp pain in the back of his skull and his vision went blank as he dropped to the ground.
Ceowolf, off in the forest, was watching intently as his father battled off the knights, but then as his father turned his back the first knight he had downed was back on his feet. Grabbing a piece of fire wood he bludgeoned Tirel in the back of the head. Watching from a distance Ceowolf's eyes filled with tears, he burst through the trees running up behind the knight taking him out at the knees, the knight fell and Ceowolf rushed to his fathers side.
"Dad! Get up!" he cried frantically rolling Tirel onto his back.
As Tirel began to open his eyes he saw a knight knock Ceowolf up side the head sending him a couple feet away and to the ground, dragging the boy back to his commander, a black wolf sitting atop a horse, who had removed his helmet to examine the boy, and after an exchange in words, Ceowolf was tossed into a jail cart at the back of the platoon.
Lifting himself onto his feet Tirel grabbed his sword and ran toward the commander. Slashing left and right, throwing elbows, he made his way through the knights and swiftly stashing upward, he managed to cut the black wolf across his right eye before some of the knights could restrict his movements. Holding his hand over his eye the black wolf dismounted. Without a word, he unsheathing his sword he pointed it toward Tirel and with a swift motion cut open his shirt. Carving ancient symbols into the huskies chest, despite the wounds Tirel showed no pain, the wolf then put his hand to Tirel's chest.
"May you never see the light of day again," he said with a growl as claws of darkness leapt forth from his hand sending Tirel flying through the air into the side of the cabin, crashing down the walls and collapsing on top of him. Ceowolf after having recovered, was watching in terror and cried out to his father through the open door before it was slammed shut and locked. The commander returned to the front of his platoon and they started off down the road away from the farm. As if on cue, it started to rain... darkness and terror crept over the boy, his family, his home... gone in an instant. He collapsed on the floor of the wagon as the cold chilled night of traveling had just begun.
Day broke as slits of light darted across the inside of the jail cart. Awoken by the new found daylight Ceowolf lifted himself to his knees. He felt weak as he propped himself up against the wall and gazed over to see a ray of light staring down at his foot from beside him. Following the light back up to the wall he discovered a hole in the side of the wagon. Ceowolf shuffled himself into a better position to peer out the hole. He could see a large stone structure off in the distance possibly a castle from what his father had told him about the outside world. A cold chill ran up his spine as he noticed ominous clouds lurking over the structure. He backed up against the wall as he reminisced about the events that had taken toll the night before.
A scratching noise on the wall behind him caught him off guard as he moved to face the sound. Seconds later a knot in the wooden wall he was leaning against, popped out and rolled across the floor bumping into the side of his foot. Looking down at the knotted wood on the floor and then back up to the wall where it had fallen from, he was curious as to what was making the sound. He shuffled over to the hole and puts his eye up to it only to see a bright green eye staring back at him. He stumbled backwards off his knees and onto his butt, frightened by the presence of the fur he now realized was on the other side of the wall, only to be greeted by a warm, kind voice,
"Hey there," the voice said. Still shaken up by the events that had just taken place Ceowolf jumped back and scrambled to hid himself from view.
"No need to be afraid.... well at least not afraid of me."
The voice was strong and masculine, but warm and comforting at the same time. Feeling the warmth in the voice, Ceowolf scooted closer along the wall toward the hole, still staying out of visual range.
"W... whats happening, why did *sniffle* they take me?" he managed to say.
It was silent for a minute then the fur spoke, "The Black Knights... are making their rounds, picking up fugitives and taking the young by force to be trained in a life of killing."
All of this came as a shock to Ceowolf, as a wave of panic and emotions flowed through his mind. "Why me?" he though, " why did they have to come and kill my dad, take me away from him, what did I do to deserve this?" The thoughts pouring through his mind as he started to sink down closer to the floor. The furs calming voice one again spoke trying to calm the young wolf. His voice was almost like a warm embrace. Ceowolf leaned up against the wall beneath the hole, feeling the warmth through the cells walls of the kind soul next to him on the other side of the wall.
"What d...did... you do?" Ceowolf asked after he had calmed down. "Why did they take you?"
"The knights broke down our door and held a knife to my wife's neck demanding me to back down. Then others came and grabbed my son. I tried to... they killed my wife... took my son.... when I.... tried to stop them," the voice solemnly trailed off. Silence again overtook the wagon as it carried down the path.
Wagon clunking along the gravel road the day was progressively getting hotter as the day continued. Suddenly the wagon came to an abrupt stop, knocking Ceowolf over, he pulled himself up and looked through the hole in the wall that lead to the outside. He noticed they were in a town, it didn't look anything like the one he saw back at home, instead of it being busy with businesses, there were few people scurrying from building to building, the structures were allot closer together. A few knights hopped down from the cart as well as some of the other carts that were behind them. The knights left and moments later voices arose from inside the shops along with signs of struggle followed by shrieks of pain. The shrieks died out until they came to a stop as the knights emerged from the buildings carrying sacks or food. One knight had fresh blood gliding off the tip of his unsheathed sword before he wiped it down and hopped back into the wagon.
A banging sound traveled down the outside of the wagon, it was getting closer and louder, then it stopped and the sound of some latches being fiddled with at his door, a metal slide on the door opened up and some bread was tossed in, quickly the slide was banged closed and the sound of the locks latching back into place. The loaf landed with a thud and rolled over to come to a stop near the knot hole in the wall.
Ceowolf made no effort to move and retrieve the loaf. It sat there as he listened to the latches on other carts being opened and closed. Truthfully was he was hungry, though he didn't want to think about it.
"You should eat up, you'll need your strength little one," the voice spoke from behind the wall.
The bread didn't look all that appetizing, leaning forward he reaches out and grabbed the loaf and dusted it off on his pants. By the feel of it it was also past its date, though he still broke off a piece and put it in his mouth. He hadn't realized how hungry he was until the piece of food touched his tongue and his taste buds cried out in want of nourishment. Starting to nibble on the end of the of the loaf, it tasted horrible but that didn't slow him down as he worked his way down the loaf. Just as he was licking his paws clean the wagon jerked forward and they were off again.
The day seemed to peak at an unbearable heat level and there was no way of cooling down, the wagon had stopped by a large lake for the men to cool of but the fact that he was enclosed in the cart didn't help either since it retained most of the heat. Ceowolf had long since removed his clothing when he heard the fumbling of locks again, a paw slid through the opening, with it a metal cup full of murky water. The heat had taken its tole and the water was starting to look really good even if it wasn't the most clean water. Moving toward the hand to grab the cup he heard a chuckle from outside as the paw dropped the bow. Reaching out to catch the falling cup, Ceowolf came short as it spilled across the floor and down into the groves of the wood. The knights outside thought it was all fun and games as the sound of laughter arose from outside as he told his buddies.
Laying on the floor helplessly watching as the water seeped between the floorboards Ceowolf began to loose hope in himself. It wasn't until he heard a crisp snap and the sound of the soldier shrieking in pain that made his ears twitch as he wheeled his head back around toward the sound. A silent chuckle from the other side of the wall brought Ceowolf over to the knot hole in the wall. He couldn't see much but from the looks of it the guard was pulling his now broken paw from the cell as sounds of gratitude came from the the fur next to him.
"Thank you!" the fur called out as the soldier was cursing outside. There was a knocking on the wall and the fur asked "Hey kid, you thirsty?"
Ceowolf gratefully accepted without hesitation. The waterskin the fur on the other side had obtained had been pushed up against the knot hole as water started to dribble through, Ceowolf gratefully lapped up the water as it poured through the hole. Refreshed, he leaned up against the wall after he had gotten his fill of water.
"Thank you!" Ceowolf beamed only to hear banging on the roof or the cart telling him to quiet down.
"I cant stand it when furs who make fun at another furs expense" the voice replied.
Moments later the cart was off again as the sun was lowering itself over top of the mountains and the moon swung overhead. The wagon drudged on, one of the wheels had been squeaking ever since they left the town. Peering out the hole the seemed to be allot of movement. The cart had come to a halt in front of a very large door. Another cold chill ran through his body when he looked up to see the ominous cloud he had seen that morning, now raging above them.
"Hey... kid, you awake?"
Looking back over his shoulder toward the hole he shuffled over and peered through.
"Good, now I'm about to do something but I'm going to need your help.... can you trust me?
"Huh? Why are you asking me that?"
"I'm gonna get us out of here, I need you to work with me."
The fur instructed Ceowolf to go to the right side of the cart, and when instructed, to run as fast as he could and throw his weight into the left wall of the cart, "Got that? Don't go until I say."
Ceowolf stood up weary of what what good the plan he had just been told would do but leaned against the right wall as he was told. Soon after, he heard the voice from the next cell shout, and surge of adrenalin pumped through him. With all his might he rushed across the wagon and slammed into the wall. There was a crack heard outside as the wagon toppled sideways and the horses out front struggled with the new change in weight. All of a sudden there was a panic outside, he couldn't tell what happened but there seemed to be more people, perhaps from the castle.
His cell was first to be opened, he yipped in fear as he was grabbed by the scruff of his neck and drug out of the wagon and tossed to the ground. His hands were bound by rope that trailed off towards a soldier. Rolling over and getting on his knees he looked back toward the cart seeing another soldier fiddling with the lock on the second cell. The lock clicked and the door swung open, a pair of white shackled hands flew out and pulled the unsuspecting soldier inside. The soldier holding the rope to Ceowolf's bindings gave a swift pull and started to hurry off toward the gate as Ceowolf toppled forward onto his face and his naked body was drug across the dirt and gravel road.
"The prisoner is escaping! Archers fire when ready!"
Dirt, rocks and tears filled his eyes and he was unable to see clearly, but he had looked up to see an orange and white blur rushed passed him and knocked the soldier flying. The gravel raking across his body had stopped but he tried to struggle to his feet despite the pain. It was no use his body was in too bad condition for him to even will it to get him out of danger as the few archers lined the top of the wall.
There was a moment of silence when the arrows let loose, as if that was the only thing you could hear for miles. The strange orange and white blur appeared to have turned and running toward him. It stopped over top of him and then roared in pain and its breathing became heavy. It then sounded like it was trying to speaking to him but he couldn't make out the words. Being scooped up in to the soft blur of his conscience he felt the cold night wind stinging in his wounds as he was carried off. His senses dimming from the numbing pain across his face and front of body faded out to darkness as his body stopped moving and felt as if he was just hanging in the air.
Opening his eyes he looked down at his body running his paws through the fur on his face. Finding no injuries he looked up and found he was in complete darkness. Calling out he found no answer. The darkness began to peal back and an deep crimson eye emerged, fixating on the young wolf...
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