The story of Lupe the terror wolf & Artella the bright warrior

The world was still young, and the humanoids were growing, evolving and learning. As they built their huts, and small communities, the wolves grew hungry.

The wolves were cautious at first, edging close to the outskirts, sniffing for food. They would steal unattended chickens, snapping them up and running from the village with the poultry’s neck in their jaws. Then they grew bolder, and went after the sheep, to a point that they did this in plain view of the shepherds.

The humans grew frustrated and used sticks with sharpened metal on the end to ward off the wolves. This helped for a time, keeping them at bay, but the wolves organised, and became packs. They attacked in numbers, killing the defending humans, and the wolves gained a taste for their flesh.

They attacked the humans to eat them and their cattle, and the humans grew ever fearful of an attack from the wolves.

Then a woman of the humans came forward, and with her she brought them a weapon to fight the wolves. This weapon was fire, created by the woman that would be known as Artella the bright warrior. She wielded fire and sword to fight the wolves, killing their numbers, and protecting the humans. She was a beauty beyond compare, with long hair coloured white blonde, which shone brightly in the sun, hence her name. Her eyes were a stunning and captivating purple, that no other woman possessed, making her seen by the humans as a chosen one by their god. She was naturally endowed with womanly curves that many envied, and others craved after, yet she remained a virgin, seeing no reason to give up her maidenhead for any man. Her skill in battle gained her recognition with the humans, showing prowess and proficiency with a sword.

Artella hunted down the wolves so they could not harm another of her kind, and the wolves grew resentful and detested how well she was slaying them. They remembered the burn of her fire, and the sting of her blade.

Lo and behold, a wolf from the pack, stronger than the others, more ferocious, did the implausible…he adapted.

This wolf was known as Lupe, with fur blacker than the night, and eyes as blue as sapphire gems, but with a stare colder than ice and more menacing than the grip of ****. His size was larger than the other wolves, he became the alpha of the pack, as the wolves only respected strength and dominance. His hunger was more ravenous, but not just for food, but for learning and for something more innate, more baser, something he lusted for.

Lupe watched the humans, he watched how they acted, and how they fought, how they walked. He led his pack to gain victories over the humans again, and with each human he consumed, he grew stronger, and wiser. He learned how to stand on two feet like the humans, he learned how to talk, and he learned how to create fire.

This was possible due to watching Artella, he learned so much, and this would become the downfall for the humans.

First, Lupe learnt how to stand on two legs, he was unable to do this permanently, at least for the time being. The humans were shocked to see him standing like this when he attacked with his pack. Some ran in fear, whilst the ones that stayed to fight met their end by Lupe. They were either brave, or very foolish, but their bodies became nourishment for Lupe, making him stronger.

He stalked Artella, keeping his distance just enough as not to alarm her. He noticed how she commanded her people with words, and how she wielded fire.

Lupe soon began to speak through observation, making growls that eventually formed into words. He was able to speak out without moving his jaw or tongue, a spectacle never before accomplished. With this new ability apart of himself, he laughed a deep and booming cackle.

He felt stronger than before, and felt the courage to face Artella. Lupe wanted to prevail over all the humanoids, and his best endeavour was to triumph over their bright warrior, Artella.

Lupe confronted her, and spoke without moving his jaw to her and her army whilst standing on two legs with his pack.

“Artella! You have killed many of my kind! I will defeat you and claim victory over you!”

“Impossible!” Artella cried out. “A wolf cannot speak, nor can it stand on two legs!”

But Artella noticed that this wolf was different than the others, it was no normal wolf, it’s was something unknown from before. It’s fur was blacker than the night, and it seemed to wave like an ethereal spirit, unnatural, like the wind was carrying it’s fur, but no wind was moving. It’s eyes were a blue so bright and met her with an icy stare that sent cold shivers through her body. It was like she was staring into the abyss of **** itself.

Artella did not buckle from fear though, but met the talking and standing wolf in battle. It was tough, as the wolf was fast, and its strikes were strong. She managed to use her fire against it, beating it back and causing it to retreat.

“I will have my vengeance! And I will humiliate you for this!”

The wolf shouted out at Artella, and thus started a deep seated rivalry between the two. Lupe would not make the same mistake twice, and heed to his arrogance. He would learn, and he would improve himself, he would obtain the secret of using fire like Artella.

Before he fully retreated, he took one last look at her. She looked smug and proud at beating Lupe back. Lupe was boiling with rage, as he looked at her body and smirking face. She was a curvy human, even in her battle attire, with large breasts, wide hips, and what looked to be a big fat ass when she turned away from him. That was when Lupe felt a stirring in his groin, and his goal of defeating her gained a new ambition.

“I will make her my bitch!”