Love Barrels And Werewolves

Samaritan Memory

"Win! Get rid of the animal!" Laras continued to shout, but the snake that should have calmed down inside the sack was more and more thrust at him. Win thought, that woman looks so adorable with a light joke.

But what the man did not realize, there were two pairs of eyes staring at each other hatefully. One man ran furiously from the riverbank, while another big snake began to be aware of the threat.

Unexpectedly, a snake tail as big as an adult stomach was thrown from guard, hitting Win, the hunter who immediately bounced far enough back. From the other direction, the werewolf was getting closer.

"Lion! Stop."

Too bad, Lion ran faster than that sentence. In just a matter of seconds the python that was twice the size of its body was successfully pounced on. Sharp nails claw long enough, while fangs leave the skin with deep holes.

Lion was terrified, he had completely lost consciousness as a human. It was not enough to make the snake wrapped around him slowly lose, this werewolf had to make sure if his enemy really died.

"Lion, relax! Enough already!" Barrel almost cried. No, tears had already come out of the corner of his eyes.

However, the wolf's soul had already taken control of Lion's body. He kept tearing, biting until the venomous animals there fell weak helpless. When that happened, Lion stopped. But before long, because his gaze turned to the man lying not far from there.

"What do you see?" Baras panicked, he knew very well where Lion's sharp gaze was. "No, no!" His head shook strongly.

However, the werewolf had completely lost his mind. The words of Baras are no longer heard. In his eyes there was only hatred piling up so immensely. With a swing, Lion prepared to attack Win with the safest. The nails are still out, the fangs are getting sharp. Even now his voice had turned even more terrifying.

Behind him, a woman thought with her body trembling in panic. He continued to shout, while the body wanted to immediately prevent Lion. Unfortunately his speed was not comparable to that of a wolf. 

In the last seconds before Lion managed to touch Win's body, Laras's eyes caught the dried coconut leaves at the side not far from where he stood. He quickly picked up a match from inside his pocket and ignited a considerable fire.

The barrel throws a little fire to stop the Lion, then runs with a torch in hand, showing it to the werewolf and protecting Win's body behind him. "Stop, Lion!" said, firmly.

For a moment, Lion who had turned into a wolf was silent with teeth still held together. The man did not give up and intended to carry out an attack. However, again the fire that Laras brought threatened him.

"Enough, Lion! You have broken your promise" said Laras, his hand still holding a torch on Lion.

Seeing the fire as a threat, Lion fell silent. He could not take a single step forward, for the fire would burn his body to the end. 

When the pause occurred, Lion's consciousness slowly returned. The breath that had been hunting was now beginning to calm down. One by one the nails and fangs disappear alternately. The ear that had been poking back was hidden.

Laras looked at the Lion who looked down in confusion. But the fire in the hand had not yet been lowered, he put his full anxiety towards the man who slowly raised his face. "Lion?"

There's no answer. Lion stared at both hands and body in turn. He himself could not believe it if it turned into a wolf. Suddenly his gaze turned to the already lifeless snake.

"W-what have I done?" he said slowly, full of panic.

At that moment his head felt heavy. Ears are loud ringing, memory like a tangled cassette that spins irregularly. Lion held the head that immediately hurt. His eyes glared and closed, as if something was wrong with his brain.

The man continued to groan, while before him, a woman slowly lowered the flames from her hand. The barrel dissolves into confusion. "Lion?" But fear still dominates.

"What's going on?" lirih Lion, muttering to himself.

Feeling unable to deal with what happened to him, Lion shook his head. His legs reflex sprinting fast. Even without any words, he left Laras who also could not prevent.

Still in the same place, Laras froze with eyes staring at Lion's back until the forest drowned the entire body of the man.

Feelings that are hard to explain. Laras wants to stop Lion, but Win who is still unconscious makes the woman return to a heartbreaking reality.

When the sun was about to sink, people from the village came. I don't know which wind brought the news. What is clear is that some of the residents went to take Win, and the rest stayed, including Kinan.

"Wheel. You okay?" ask Kinan while gently stroking his best friend's shoulder.

With a half-empty look, Laras turned his head and nodded. What was now filling his head was the figure of a man who was slowly lost in the thick of the forest.

"How did you get here, Kinan?" Eventually, Baras gained a little consciousness.

Hearing the question, Kinan sighed before answering. "I heard that a wolf attacked. You really okay? You can stay in my house for a while."

Laras looked at Kinan with puffy eyes. I don't know how long he kept crying, which obviously he just needs someone to lean on now. "Kinant. What have I done?" Tears spilled from her eyes that were still red.

***

While in the middle of the jungle, Lion continued to run in human form. The arm that had been accidentally bitten by space feels more and more painful. But he could not stop, the feeling that could not be deciphered encouraged him to continue to erode the path between the shade of the trees.

The memory in his head kept coming. About her who looks faint, also the shadow of the past that looks creepy.

When his head could barely hold, Lion stopped. His chest rose and fell with an irregular breath. For a moment his gaze spread to all corners of the forest. He kept remembering what kind of place he was from.

But free, the more he tried, the more the shadows in the memory look faint. Nothing is clearly visible, other than him who seems to be rude.

Until when Lion was still on the verge of anxiety, a bear slowly approached out from behind the bushes. The savage beasts that should not have lived there were now visible.

As his footsteps drew closer, the white-colored bear suddenly ran towards the Lion who was completely unfathomable.

Lion was surprised, but fled also had not had time. With the rest of the energy that continues to be drained by the can, he decided to fight as much as possible. Although it can be ascertained if the biggest opportunity is defeat.

His steps retreated, but the hand kept the horses attacking. "In situations like this, wouldn't it be better to change?" muttered monologues.

But free he thought, because the bear that was still a distance now can really reach the Lion with just one short step. Slowly the bear's hoof was lifted, the Lion's head was a prime target for him.

Slowly but surely, Lion could not escape. He resigned, even to the memories that kept coming.

But after a while his eyes closed, it felt nothing to him. Lion opened his eyes slowly, as it happened as soon as the eyeballs rounded almost out. All around him, several wolves were seen huddling to the bear that was about to attack.