章 1: Just a Dull Day in the Fields
Springtime. A beautiful time of the year for any Russian countryman or country boy. Except for maybe Grigory Daniil who was not completely content with being a shepherd boy. Since he was a boy, he didn't mind it all; being able to play with the baby sheep, tending to the flock and spending lazy days in the field. But growing up, he was becoming restless. There was hardly any predators other than the occasional bear and there had been no sign of any wolves for years. Or so he thought, for unbeknownst to him but soon knownst to us that was going to change.
For as he was sitting under an oak in the shade, a small group of five wolves had been stalking through the grassy meadow as they had spotted the first thing that brightened their day: dinner! The leader of group nodded to his members on each side of him and they snaked their way around the flock.
High on a hill, a bored Grigory yawned as he got up to head down to walk amongst the sheep when he spotted something blue and gray from out of the grass. It could only mean one thing: wolves! Five of them by the outlines of the trail they were making. "So much for another boring day." he muttered as reached for his father's double barreled shotgun.
Like sharks of the sea, the wolves drew closer to their prey. The sheep started to get skittish as they felt something was wrong. Pausing and waiting, the pack took their time. The leader, seeing a plump lamb for the the taking, licked his chops as he got ever so closer. He locked his legs in to pounce when suddenly BLAM! A boom like thunder went off as a big patch of earth was swept away from the ground. It made the other wolves look up and the sheep scatter away as they knew what it was but were still scared by it. The wolves looked into the direction of the noise to see a tall bi-pedal creature coming after them with a long stick in one hand and a weird metallic log in the other. "Scatter!" the leader growled to his associates.
The wolves now within his sights, Grigory made his way more down the hill as he balanced his sheep herding staff while aiming with the shotgun after firing off one shell and just came close to hitting one of the wolves. He could see them starting to split off, two of them trying to go after the flock. He aimed it at the three wolves and managed to shoot one in the tuchus. He knew just from the yelp coming from it.
"Boss, I really think we should split. That guy's getting awfully close to hitting us." said Dee as he kept pace with Warg, the leader of the little hunting party.
"Stop your groveling Dee! I'm not coming back home empty-handed after coming all this way," growled Warg. "Tag along with the others, I'll deal with this." Dee nodded and took off further into the woods. Turning his attention to the sheep, Warg kept herding the flock as he snapped at their heels.
Grigory sees one of the wolves breaking off as he reloaded his gun. He had been trying to keep pace with the wolves chasing his flock. Both barrels filled, he takes aim at the one wolf and fires.
Warg hears a bang as he hears something whizzing near his side. The sheep herder was getting closer to hitting him. The two legged hairless creature was fairly behind him but his device was getting close to hitting him. He soon felt something hit his rear leg and yelped as he tumbled and rolled to a stop. The flock stopped a few ways and wandered near a protective grove.
Seeing that he may have hit the wolf, the shepherd boy stopped to catch his breath a little and loaded last two shells. Cautiously, he approached the seemingly limp body aiming his shotgun at it. As he got near the wolf, it still wasn't moving.
Warg could hear the bipedal male getting closer with every step and felt him being poked and prodded at. Wincing, he waited for him to leave or at least to let his guard down. He just hoped he could live through this to eat his share of sheep. He watched out of the corner of his eye as he laid still.
Not moving, Grigory slowly lowered his weapon. "I didn't want to do it, but I had to protect what was mine." He hesitated for a moment, then decided to raise his weapon to make sure it stayed dead. "Better make absolutely sure though."
Warg sees him raising his weapon and quickly jumping up to surprise him, he pounced upon the strange creature and attacked.
Without knowing, the young shepherd was attacked by the wolf playing possum as the shotgun went off in his hand. Immediately on instinct, he threw his arm out against his throat to hold him back.
Warg felt himself being held back as he snapped at Grigory. He struggled to get closer to the human's throat as Grigory grunted and struggled. Working his other hand, he struggled to work his gun around to add extra leverage against his furred adversary. Seeing this, Warg wriggled and bit down on his hand. Screaming, the human immediately started punching for the wolves' eye until he reached for his ear and bit down hard. Warg yelped as he let his guard down for a moment as he soon himself being pushed off by Grigory and tumbled upon the ground.
Holding his bitten hand, Grigory looked for his shotgun and tries to pick it up with his non-firing hand. But just as he did, Warg got right back up and charged after him with teeth bared. On instinct, Grigory immediately swings his gun at the wolf and fired.
Birds fled from the sound of a gun shot as it echoed throughout the forest. Closing his eyes, Grigory waited for any sign of being bitten or any sign of bodily harm done to him. Slowly, he opens his eyes and sees the wolf not moving as he managed to hit the predator. He pushes it off him and stands up, wincing and grunting from the pain as he realizes he still had the bite on his wrist.
Hidden in the brush, Dee and the other wolves had watched all that happened. Now seeing their leader not moving, they were in shock and horror. "Oh no! This isn't good! Gark is going to be furious about this."
"Shouldn't we try to take out Wargs' killer?" asked one of the wolves. But just before they could decide, they heard a voice coming into view. They looked to see another one that looked older with another boom stick coming over to aid the younger being. "No, it's too risky. We need to report this to Gark. Let's move." Dee ordered. He and the other wolves disappeared and took off into the woods.
Grigory heard someone coming over. He looked over to see his father hustling over to him. He was a man that looked to be in his fifties as Grigory was in his mid-20s. "Grigory! What happened?!" his father asked him as he ran up to his son to see what happened to him. "I heard gun shots and running over as soon as I could." He sees his son being injured as he reacts with concern and shock. "Good lord! What did this?!"
"Wolves, father. Five of them. All but this one took off." Grigory indicated to the now dead corpse of Warg. "I only got lucky in managing to kill it before it could kill me."
"Well tell me all about it as we hurry home," said his father as he made a makeshift bandage on his son's wrist. Both father and son hurried back home as they herded the sheep without. The plot was set, and now was underway for who knows what'll happen next.
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