Dominant Species
Issue #12
by Tom Zjaba

 

Chapter Fourteen
Pigs and Wolves

    The sun is setting on the Big Easy. As they look out past the city, they see the ocean. They also see that the tide is going out, which is exposing more and more of the buildings. Further out, they can see some large animals in the water. The distance is too great and the light is growing too dim to see what they are. "Back in my time, I would have thought those were whales out there. But now, they could be anything." Scott nods in agreement. "Sea monsters, giant turtles, prehistoric sharks, it could be anything." The chief jumps in the conversation. "I remember going to Hawaii on vacation and going out in a boat to whale watch. When one came near us, I remember how impressed I was by the sheer size of it. But now after seeing the dragon, I'm not so impressed anymore." Bearslayer interrupts "Chief, what is a whale?" Chief smiles as he thinks about how they never seen a whale. "A whale is sorta a giant fish, only it is warm blooded like us. In the old world, they were the largest creatures on the planet. But now they are just one of many large creatures." Bearslayer still is vague in the whole whale watching. "So you went to this Hawaii to hunt these whales?" The chief broke out laughing as did Derrick and Scott. Bearslayer is put off by the laughter as he does not understand it. "What did I say?" is his only response. Once they stop laughing, the chief answers "No, we went to look at the whales. It was forbidden to hunt whales. They were what we called a protected species." Bearslayer is still confused, but he understands that they did not hunt whales and was not allowed to. Eightdigit interrupts "It is getting dark, we better get a fire built."

    Around the fire, the men all talk about their adventure in the Big Easy. Swimming underwater was a new experience for them and they really liked it. They also enjoyed being with the beautiful mermaids. It made them realize how much they miss their families back in the village. They cannot help but wonder how they are doing. Without the ettin watching over the city, they are at the mercy of whatever creature decided to take up residence. The ettin did a good job of keeping people out of the city. When the orc raiding parties were sweeping over the area, they took one look at the ettin and avoided the city. But what would happen if word spread that the ettin was dead. Would the orcs, goblins or kobolds come in to lay claim to the city? Without the five men there to help protect it, would they stand a chance. While there are quite a few other men, the best fighters are in this party. And they depended so much on the chief's wisdom. Who can they turn to now that he is gone?

    As the evening goes on, the men retreat to the trees to sleep. They keep the fire burning to ward off any creatures. It also attract the insects, leaving less to bother them while they are sleeping. While insects weren't as big a problem in Cleveland, they are here in the Big Easy. And some grow very large. They saw what looked like some kind of fly that was the size of a baseball. And dragonflies can reach four feet in length.

    In the middle of the night, Derrick is awoken by a strange sound. He hears a grunting noise below the tree he is sleeping in. As he looks down, he sees a herd of wild pigs moving through the forest, foraging for food. Unlike normal pigs, these have adapted to their new world. One adaptation is they need little sleep. They spend the majority of the day and night feeding, which allows them to grow quickly and to immense proportions. It is not uncommon to see a wild pig that weighs as much as a ton. They also travel in herds of up to twenty members. This gives them a better chance against larger predators. And their gestation period is rather short with multiple piglets born. With so many large predators, many animals like giant pigs, deer, wild turkeys and more have adapted to having more offspring and growing faster.

    Derrick slowly moves from a sleeping position to a crouching one. He quietly pulls his dagger out of his belt and waits for one of the pigs to move directly under him. He sees what looks like a large male coming near him. He can see the large tusks sticking out and guesses it is a male. He slowly moves down the branch to get into a better position. When he feels he is in a good spot, he stops and waits. As the pig moves underneath the branch, he leaps from it and lands right on its back. The pig squeals out loud in surprise as he lands on it and digs the dagger into its back. As soon as the pig squeals out loud, the other pigs run off into the woods. The first defense mechanism of the giant pigs is to run and hide. Despite their enormous size and vicious tusks, they are not fighters. But when you live in a world full of dragons, giants, ogres, dire wolves and other creatures that want to make a meal out of you, it is best to run and hide.

    The pain of the wound makes the pig continue to squeal out loud. It also shakes its large body back and forth, trying to rid itself of the unwanted rider. This does not get rid of Derrick, so the pig tries scraping its body against the side of a tree. Derrick quickly moves to the other side of the pig, so only his leg is pinned between the pig and the rough bark. But being invincible, he does not feel the impact of the half ton pig running his leg into the side of a tree and scraping it. The sound of the pig hitting the tree echoes through the forest and this ends up waking up the others as they hear the noise and look down to see what the source of the noise is. Derrick holds onto the dagger tight with one hand and some of the pig's bristled hair with the other. The pig, which is huge, shakes its head back and forth with great force, but still it cannot shake his off. Once the pig stops shaking, Derrick yanks the dagger out of the pig's flesh and plunges it up higher into the hog, only this time, closer to its neck. The pig squeals even louder as it now has two gaping wounds. Realizing the unwelcome rider will kill it if it doesn't get rid of him and fast, it falls onto its back and rolls around. Back and forth it rolls on the ground, smashing Derrick into the ground as the full weight of the beast bears down on him. This would kill any ordinary human. A thousand plus pound pig rolling over a human would break most of its bones and rupture most if not all their internal organs. But Derrick takes it in stride and continues to hang on when the pig completes its roll and struggles back to its feet. He also pulls the dagger back out and once more plunges it into the pig. This time into the back of it's neck. Blood spurts out and covers Derrick's hands and body as the blood jets out of the numerous wounds on the back of the pig.

    As the pig struggles to get away, an arrow hits it in the back leg, making the leg go limp. The pig leans to one side as it finds it hard to put weight on the injured leg. Another arrow then strikes the other back leg and the back legs give in and the pig drops to the ground. Derrick takes advantage of this opportunity and once again rips the dagger out of the back of its neck and moves it around and slits its throat. The pig lets out one more loud and horrible sounding squeal before it collapses. Within seconds of hitting the ground, it gives up the ghost and goes limp. Derrick stands up and cheers as he holds up the bloody dagger. But before he can enjoy his kill, he is attacked from behind. A werewolf leaps out of the darkness and knocks him to the ground. Within seconds, two more werewolves come out of the darkness and join the attack. He is pinned to the ground as the three beasts bite at his head and body. He struggles to shield his face from the attacks. While he cannot be harmed, his sense of survival takes over and makes him try and cover his face. In this world, werewolves are similar to other wolves. They are as much a scavenger as a hunter. They are also different as they do not require a silver bullet to die. A beheading will make short work of them. They are pack animals in this world as they found that individually they had little chance. But in packs, they are a very formidable foe. A good sized pack of werewolves can down animals as large as a mammoth. They also differ from werewolves of legend as they can turn at will. They are no longer forced to wait for a full moon. This also makes them prized as guards.

    Derrick looks up at the large werewolf who has him pinned. He sees the long dog snout full of teeth and thick, mangled hair. Its eyes are bloodshot and it has blood encrusted fingernails. Most werewolves have a few chipped or missing teeth. The beasts tend to attack just about anything and sometimes they find themselves attacking a creature they cannot bring down. They have been seen trying to crack the shells of giant turtles. But this one is getting angry as it keeps biting him without causing any wounds. As it keeps up its attack, an arrow sails into its head and sticks right in its forehead. This makes the werewolf scream out as it looks up to see who shot the arrow. Bearslayer, along with the others are now coming over to help Derrick. The werewolf snarls and bares its fangs at the sight of the men. The other two break off from their attack on Derrick and prepare to charge the intruders.

    Howlingmad is the first to attack the werewolves. He pulls out his glowing sword and charges right at the beast. Seeing the attacker coming, the beasts abandon Derrick and go after the new foes. As one of them clashes with Howlingmad, he finds himself knocked off balance. He tried to hit the beast with his sword, but misjudged the speed of a werewolf. Even bipedal, they can reach speeds of over thirty miles an hour and in short bursts, they can get closer to forty. As Howlingmad regains his balance, he is met by a swiping paw that knocks him to the ground. The creature then leaps on top of him and pins him to the ground. Werewolves are heavy creatures, being built of thick muscle and skin. A six foot tall werewolf can easily weigh over three hundred pounds, with a good portion being muscle.

    One of the other werewolves pounces on Scott. Being small in frame, he is easily knocked to the ground by the massive beast. As the creature tries to bite his face off with his long canine teeth, he mumbles a spell as he tries to keep the beast at bay. The spell he chooses is one of the few attack spells in his arsenal. Most of his spells are defensive or healing. But he has a few spells that allow him to bring the battle to his foes and one of them is the very dangerous, molten hands. As the name suggests, the spell turns the hands of its caster into burning, searing weapons. The hands turn burning red and resemble red hot coals. Like two branding irons, the hands will burn through any flesh and melt any armor. He takes his two burning hands and digs them right into the fur of the beast. One hand on each side of the werewolf, where he presses them hard into the flesh of the beast and pushes as if to make the two hands meet in the middle. The beast screams out in pain as the hands sear the flesh and burn the fur off its body. Scott holds on as the beast tries to break free by shaking back and forth. He keeps the hands firmly dug into the beast and continues to burn the flesh. It finally rises to its feet and grabs his body with its hands and rips him off and tosses him away. Scott is knocked to the ground, landing on his back. The werewolf howls out in pain as it looks at the two hand sized wounds. Where once was lots of thick dark fur, now is two bald spots that bleed and burn.

    The main werewolf stares at Bearslayer and growls as he charges. Bearslayer holds his ground as he sends another arrow at the massive beast. The arrow flies through the air at the moving target. But instead of causing great pain as the last one, this arrow only rips a hole in one of the wolf's large ears. Before he can load another arrow, the beast is upon him and swipes its dangerous paw and knocks the bow from his hands. The bow flies off as Bearslayer is knocked back by the force of the blow. Eightdigit, who is also there, swings his axe and hits the werewolf in his side. Blood spurts from its wound as the axe digs deep into its flesh. This causes the wolf to howl out in pain. The loud howl resonates throughout the forest and causes any nearby birds to take flight. The wolf turns it attention to Eightdigit, who lets go of the axe and steps back. As the wolf stares at him with its piercing eyes, it reaches for the axe to pull it out. It uses its great strength to yank the axe from its ribs, despite the pain. Eightdigit steps back and pulls out his pistol. It is the first time he has used it on this journey, but feels it is as good a time as any to use it. He only has a few dozen bullets, so he did not want to waste them. He aims at the werewolf, who growls at him as it prepares to charge. Blood is gushing out of the wound from the axe and from the hole where the arrow was lodged. As the beast prepares to rush him, he takes careful aim and shoots. The bullet zips through the air with a loud bang. No matter how fast a werewolf is, it is slow compared to a bullet and there is no time to avoid the flying death. The bullet hits the werewolf right in the eye. The bullet goes through the eye and reaches the brain. Blood spurts out the eye socket and the beast screams in pain. It falls to its knees and tries to claw at the eye socket in a desperate attempt to try and dislodge the bullet. Eightdigit aims the gun again and shoots it in the other eye. This sends the beast to the ground, where it rolls around for a few seconds before finally dying.

    Howlingmad struggles with the werewolf that is on top of him. The beast tries in vain to bite his face, but he is able to get one arm free and uses it to cover his face. The wolf does bite into his arm, tearing the flesh and causing a great deal of pain to him. The pain is great but he knows that it is nothing compared to what he would feel if the wolf reaches his face. But as he struggles with the wolf, Derrick rushes over and stabs his dagger into the side of the wolf. The dagger goes between the ribs and hits the internal organs. This causes the wolf scream out in pain. Derrick uses this time to move back and look for another weapon. The wolf then turns to see his attacker. . As this happens, Derrick rushes over and grabs Howlingmad's glowing sword. He braces himself for an attack as the werewolf looks right at him. It then jumps off Howlingmad and rushes at the man who injured it. Bloodlust fills his eyes as the wolf charges at Derrick. As the wolf charges at him, Derrick is able to thrust the sword into the wolf's stomach as it leaps at him. The force of the charge makes the sword impale the beast. Derrick falls back as he holds tight to the sword. The wolf is above him, writhing on the sword as it tries in vain to break free. While not killing it, the pain of the sword makes the wolf shake back and forth as it tries to pull itself off the sword. But as it struggles, Eightdigit comes over and strikes the werewolf in the neck with his axe. The axe digs deep into the wolf's neck and it shakes even more violently. Eightdigit then uses his great strength to pull the axe out of the beast's neck and takes powerful swing at the neck. This time he is able to sever the head completely off. The head hits the ground and bounces into the forest. The body of the wolf goes limp and falls down the sword. The full weight of it pins Derrick to the ground. He struggles to get free of it and finally is able to loosen himself.

    The last wolf sees his pack members killed and decides to leave and lick his wounds. He rushes into the forest and is soon out of sight. The men all get up and look around to make sure no other attacker is around. Scott rushes over to Howlingmad and quickly does a heal spell. Within seconds, his wound closes and the bleeding stops. The men all look at each other and then at Derrick. He smiles back at them and says "We have our pig." They all just start laughing at the absurdity of the statement.

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