Blogs by Brenda Williamson
Werewolves & Tae Kwon Do (Taekwondo)
3/10/2007 5:41:16 AM
My son has been trainning for six years. Today he goes to a tournament and hopefully brings home a trophy at least the size of his last (8 inches) so I have matching book-ends. He's good at the forms and not too bad at board breaking, but the sparring is on the shaky side. He's not afraid. He just gets hit a lot and sports many bruises. I wish him luck today because I don't like to go and watch men beat up my fifteen year old. Being a Black Belt senior means nothing if you forget to keep your hands over your face.
What will I do besides pray he comes home without broken bones? I'll write. I have this one story that is driving me crazy to get just right.
Here's a sample of this medieval werewolf story.
Thunder rocked the Transylvanian ground beneath Galena’s restless horse. The violent tremors vibrated within her. She tightened her hold on the smooth hemp reins and gazed upward, looking at the night heavens for a sign of an impending storm. Faced with the hint of a full moon between the branches, the rain clouds appeared unready to emit a wild tempest.
“What are we waiting for?” she whispered to the man on her right.
He acted more her guard then an escort. Every move she made since leaving home, he watched with too much interest.
The man didn’t answer. She considered she hadn’t spoken loud enough. He turned away from her with a suddenness that startled her horse.
“Shhh...” She leaned forward and stroked the animal’s neck.
The thick canopy of dense treetops of the Black Forest prohibited the moon’s full glow. The best light they had came from the torches her two escorts carried. Yet, the flames provided no help in seeing what came for them.
She trembled and flinched at the snap of a branch. A dead twig on the ground had her rattling from head to toe. She swiveled in her saddle. Her ears pricked to the intensity of the increasing rumble. An alarming fear of the unknown ran shivers throughout her limbs. Blood chilled in her veins as if death approached on a roaring gale.
The two men stared blindly into the bleak darkness. They were her escort to Dragomir Keep and while they appeared capable by size, she felt uneasy by their nervousness equaling hers.
Galena shifted in her saddle, nervous and watchful. The men altered the placement of their weight in their seats while straining their necks in search of evil. Though, she didn’t think it was possible to catch sight of the devil’s path.
At the approaching riot of sounds, the man to her right yelled. “Come and get us you beasts of terror!”
Galena squeezed her eyes shut, attempting to block out the madness surrounding her. The man invited trouble and she couldn’t stop the devastation.
“We’re not afraid of you or your kind, Wolvraine!” the man that would not answer her, before shouted with too much fervor.
She wondered if he didn’t like his life. Only a man wanting to die boasted with the courageous zeal of immortality.
Her horse pranced in place with a jittery sidestep. The wait seemed too long for something to happen and her fingers ached from her fisted hold on the reins.
“Let your pack of wolves show themselves,” the man challenged again.
Galena opened her eyes and stared with disbelief at the lunacy of her escorts.
“Are you insane, man?” She twisted her head in the direction of the sudden snort of a horse in the thick woods behind.
Fine wisps of her hair fluttered in the night breeze and dropped with the abrupt hush of nature. The immediate chill licked at her nerve-dampened skin and then warmed. Her chilled breasts, tightened, spiking her nipples. An ominous breath resounded around her and she couldn’t discern if it were man or beast.
“Would you have us bow our head for the slaughter?” the man next to her argued.
Her fist clenched on the reins until her fingernails dug into her cold palms.
“Stop,” her plea whispered from her parted lips.
She watched the fool charge into the oncoming eerie mist of large, menacing shadows. The man rose up in the leather stirrups, lifting from his saddle with neither grace nor good judgment. A silver streak slashed the blackness where a moonbeam illuminated a large steel weapon. It flashed lightning swift and the guard came unseated from his horse. His scream of death echoed and faded into a gruesome silence.
The second man, no more intelligent than the first, rushed the demon horde. Galena shut her eyes again. She refused to open them when the second shriek of reverberating terror pierced the air. Her nerves were too shattered with the swelling fear.
The unexpected, baleful silence provided little comfort when she knew something awaited her in the darkness.
“Kill the gypsy whore.” Men rushed from the darkness and charged her horse.
Now who doesn't want me to finish this story?
Want to read a published werewolf story, check out WOLVERTON BLOOD.
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