The Ladies of Horror
Picture-Prompt Writing Challenge!
They used to call her “Little Red,” but that was a few lifetimes ago. She’d long since shucked the red cloak and the naïve innocence that came with it. Now she wears a cloak made from her enemies. It gleams white in the winter sun, keeping her body warm, and feeding the cold fire that burns relentlessly in her heart.
She hears them out there, singing to the moon. They are cunning creatures. Beautiful even. She could almost love them and in a way, perhaps she did. After all, they were her makers, the reason for her transformation. Without them she would have continued on as a weak, innocent child. She’d have guided her Gran gently to the next life and mourned her passing in the traditional ways. Hell, she probably would even have been someone’s wife and a mother by now.
That path was not to be. They changed everything that day, long ago, when the world was still small and sweet. They transmuted her the moment they chose to devour the one person she loved more than anything. Her heart was re-formed by molten hatred when they wore Gran’s skin to try and trick the child she once was in a sick game of cruel intentions. And while they may have failed in their final conquest to consume the young girl, Little Red died that day just the same.
She’s been trailing this pack for nine days now. Wrapped in their skins, they do not sense her as she grows ever closer to their camp. Tonight she will end them all. She has learned from them how to be silent, how to trick, and how to kill. And like them, she has found the joy in it all. She has become the thing to fear in the forest. She is the nightmares and the folk tales whispered to the next generation of weak and innocent children.
She is the White Wolfwalker and tonight she will paint the forest red.
Fiction © Copyright Bailey Hunter
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
As demi god, champion and great leader of his home islands, Nuada leads his people, the Tuatha Dé Danann, from their home after they are destroyed by violent natural events.
He settles his people on the island that will eventually become the great Ireland. Now mortal, he must negotiate the path of leadership in a new land where enemies wish them dead and allies lose their minds.