Her Rogue

No Moon

No Moon

There was a new moon tonight. My favorite night of all the nights. I slowly walked the border of a pack. Sniffing the air as a walked. The ground was damp from the dew. Rogues are considered to be monsters and murderers. We have no feelings for anyone or anything but the taste of blood.

As tonight, of many nights, I'm on the hunt for blood. As a true rogue, I rarely interact with other rogues. I prefer my solitude in my wolf form. I haven't been human in many moons and I have no intention of ever changing.

One may ask why I became a rogue. It's a story that only I see in my nightmares. The screams of a pack I once loved and valued. But they are just ghosts in my sleep.

I sniff the air again and pick up a familiar scent. I growl at the pleasure of a kill, waiting among the woods. In the distance I hear a faint whimper and then sobbing, followed by more whimpering. There, in a thicket, is a pup. Or a teenager. One that is learning to shift to his wolf for the first time. His pain and agony has left him weak and defenseless to my assault. I launched at my prey from the shadows. All I heard were his screams and then gurgling of blood, as I lock down on his throat with my massive jaws. I ripped and tore him to shreds. His lifeless body laid sprawled out on the ground. Thick red blood, pooling where he once sat. I licked my yellow teeth with satisfaction. I gave him one last look as I turned and trotting off into the darkness. Faint howls echoed in the distance behind me. They would know I was there and they would try to hunt me. I laughed deep inside my head. I'd be long gone from my kill. Lost amongst the nothing that I was.

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I never count how far I have traveled. It doesn't matter to a rogue. I slowed my lope to a jog. There's one place high in the mountains, a lake, that I'm always drawn too. The sun is just starting to wake for a new day, as the night begins her retreat. I come to the waters edge. I look at what one would call my reflection. I'm dirty. My coat is shaggy and matted with dried blood. I don't remember what color my fur once was. My eyes are grey or that's what I thought they once were. I've seen battles. I've fought wolf packs. I've slaughtered any wolf that I could. I had no remorse. I showed no mercy. Rogues were known to kill entire packs. Alphas, Lunas, betas, omegas, no matter their age.

Even though I prefer my solitude, I have joined other rogues launching assaults against packs. They r**e and kill everyone. I have no desire within my entire rogue body to r**e. I'm only for blood. I'm known as Red Face, the blood rogue.