'Fuck' That was the only thought that Veric could conjuer before a wolf head flashed towards his face. Instinctively he brought his arms up to protect his head. The wolf beast gladly accepted the offering and clamped down onto a twig of a left arm with his teeth grazing the boy's face, and with just a little pressure, the bones snapped. " AGH!!" A blood curdling shriek that was filled with suffering, grief and some unwillingness echoed throughout the tunnel, traveling until it reached an inconspicuous rock outcropping. The rock seemed to ripple for just an instance and then a voice was heard, "Seems like there is a commotion. Well there is nothing better to do so I guess i'll look." For just an instance the rock shimmered, then it returned to just being a rock, the presence disappearing.
Feeling like losing consciousness because of the pain, he managed to grab a hold of a rock with his right hand and with everything he could muster, slammed it into the damned beast's eye. "Get off you fucking mutt!!", he commanded while winding his arm back for another strike. The strike was lucky and managed to damage it's eye. It was pretty annoying to have it's food fighting back, so in an attempt to ensure ease of dining, the wolf beast flicked its head while still having the broken arm in it's mouth, causing the boy to slam into the wall a few meters away and a chunk of flesh to be torn from the arm. The resulting sound of a body slamming into the wall woke the other wolf beasts out of their stupor and drew their attention to the meal that was ready to eat. The original wolf beast now had to contest for its right to feast on the stick that had morsels of skin and meat.
'This is it for me', Veric had resigned himself to his fate. 'I can't breathe, my arm is broken, and my leg is useless just like me.' He thought to himself that if he never awakened his Dimensional Sorcery at the orphanage he was living at when he was eight, that if he could only awaken a different sorcery like the other kids, he could still be enjoying even the low class treatment of a commoner and not one of a dark sorcerer. Someone who awakens a troublesome sorcery is labeled a dark sorcerer and sent to live in the dark sector while those who awaken useful or neutral sorcery go to the light sector. 'Why did I have to live in filth and starve just because the gods played dice to decide my fate?'
By this time the wolf beasts decided whoever can get to the meal the fastest could get the biggest share. Looking at the beasts rushing towards him made Veric feel suppressed and suffocated. He asked himself, 'Will I really let myself die just like this, with no resisting? Without getting my revenge on those damn adventurers and light sorcerers? No!! If they want to eat me, ill make it hell for them, I WILL LIVE!!!' As he was having these thoughts in his head he steeled himself and using the wall, lifted himself up, clawing four creases in the wall and breaking his nails on his right hand. He now looked at the approaching beasts feeling the suppression a little less. *Cough* After releasing a mouthful of blood and feeling piercing pains in his chest he looked at the ground to find a rock that he could use that was manageable size because of his destroyed arm. He glanced at it lamenting the loss of it because it would make his struggle a tiny bit more manageable.
As he looked at the exposed bone, muscle and sinew he was reminded of an inspirational speech that he overheard while doing work for the city guards. The city was facing a beast hoard and were short on fighters. "What do we do when the defensive traps are wiped out, our formations fail, and the fancy sorcerers run out of energy?" shouted the commander. "Are we just going to fall back and let those behind us be torn apart and feasted upon?!" "NEVER!" declared the crowd. The commander looked upon the men and women gathered and said with a steady voice "We will use our swords until they become dull and shatter, then we will use our fists and teeth to rip and tear until they break off!!! Finally if an enemy still stands, we will use our splintered bones as knives and our blood to drown the sons of bitches!!! We will never yield even after we breathe our last, and join the great gods in the afterlife!!"... *SNAP*
Remembering the viciousness of the enemy in front of him, to survive, he couldn't stop at halfhearted measures. Holding the seven inch bloodied bone shard in his hand, he felt like he was holding control of the whole situation. The wolf beasts seemed to be moving a little slower. The darkness in the tunnel seemed to recede to give way to a little more light. The pain from the shattering of his bone caused the pain in his leg to dull a little, giving him some more mobility that he lost. 'Hmm, something seems to have changed about him. He seems like he can see more than he could before, interesting.' a light chuckling resounded, covered by the wolf beasts. Under this mysterious state of mind, he crouched down and looked, taking in all that laid before him. 'Was that laughing?, nevermind, the beasts are disorderly, I can slip through them if I time it right, but what then? I can't kill any of them.' He looked past the pack to the other tunnel wall and saw an offshoot that was just big enough for him to squeeze through. Having a goal in mind, he readied himself.
Using the wall as a launch pad, he burst forward spraying the ground with blood as he passed. The beasts weren't ready for this easy meal to come rushing to them and rushed a little faster, causing even more disorder. The lead wolf saw this and let itself be overtaken and blending in the crowd. Veric ran until a wolf beast pounced at him and he dropped to the ground, sliding under it on his thighs. After the beast passed over receiving nothing for its efforts, Veric rolled to his left while stabbing upwards just in time to hit the neck of an attacking wolf. While the rock did nothing much, the pointed bone pierced the skin barely and drew a little blood. The pain of the attack made the wolf recoil and Veric moved forward weaving in between the big bodies of the beasts, resembling a fish in a river. The state of being he was in seemed to be fading, the pain making his movements increasingly sluggish, just steps away from the crevice in the wall. He was about to jump into it when he was caught by his leg. His heart dropped as he reached out with a blood stained hand to the last hope he had. 'No!! I was so close, why couldn't I go a little further?!'
Glaring over with hatred, he saw a familiar one eyed wolf with his leg in its mouth and slammed his hand down with the bone shard. "Die! Die!! DIE!!! Just let me go! I will live! I will live!" He said this with tears making a path down his face through the blood and dirt, seemingly to both the wolf and himself. With every syllable he stabbed into the Beast's body and neck, desperate to get it to release him, but to no avail. To the wolf, he wasn't a simple meal anymore, he was the pitiful creature who took its eye and needed to suffer for it. So it ignored the pain and kept chewing on the leg, and ripping the flesh. The other beasts finally organized themselves enough to where a few of them could arrive to where the slippery meal was and started biting what they could. The other leg was clamped onto by two wolves, his stomach was being clawed by another, and the whole of his left arm was torn off and became the new toy for two other lucky ones.
Feeling the pain of being torn into, Veric was losing the strength to resist and his stabbings became more and more infrequent. 'Just stop, please. It hurts. It hurts so bad, I can't take it.' Unable to open his mouth, he could only plead to the beasts in his head. His grip loosened on the bone shard, 'I couldn't make it but I didn't go down with nothing to show for it. I tried my best and did a little damage to mark my existence.' "Are you satisfied with just that?" Thinking that this voice was a God, he answered honestly. 'No, why would I accept this result willingly? Those adventures are still walking around while I am here dying! They should be the ones here, they should be the ones bleeding and struggling!...They should be the ones being shunned and mistreated, not me who had no choice in what type of sorcerer to awaken as!!!' "If given another chance, what would you do with it?" Veric's eyes blazed with hatred, envy, and most of all anger. He grit his teeth hard, tightened his slackened grip on the bone shard, and mustered enough strength to shake all the beasts off his body, sacrificing the flesh currently in their mouths and aloud he raged at the ceiling. "I WOULD KILL THEM ALL!! There will be no one who will stand in my way! I will get my revenge on those adventurers, the people who continue the separation of 'light and dark', and most of all I will destroy the gods who made all this possible!"
Outside there seemed to be a sudden overcast of weather as winds rushed through the trees. Far away in front of several statues there were people praying behind an elderly man who knelt with his eyes closed. Suddenly his eyes flashed open with a white brilliance, and muttered barely audible words that seemed to strike like thunder in the ears of those present, "There seems to be another who challenges the will of gods." Back in the cavern tunnel, energy gathered in front of Veric's face to form a glowing arm and hand with a pointing finger. "That is what I like to hear." Laughter seemed to echo through the lands, skies, and the voids in-between.