Original – Black Wolf

It’s been 10,000 years since I even talked to another person. It’s not that I’m antisocial, it’s just…

Well, it’s hard to be social when you’re a freak of supernature. That’s right – supernature. Not nature. But not quite supernatural. I’ve learned a lot of words since becoming what I am.

Humans might call me a grim reaper. Or even a personification of death. They have a lot of names for me, depending on where and how they’ve seen me. “Hairy Jack,” “Black Shuck,” “Padfoot,” the names are fairly endless, and global. Not all seem to see me as anything near my original natural form. In some cultures I look human. A “black angel,” some have called me. Others see me as a demon, as evil personified, come to steal the last breath of their loved ones.

I’m not evil. I’ve never been evil. I am a lost soul, however. And perhaps I’ve always been one. I’ve watched the rise of human civilization and the fall of the same. I’ve seen species vanish from the Earth forever, and new ones emerge from the ashes. I’ve moved through time from the beginning of life on this planet to the end, and beyond to other worlds.

I have a freedom that most creatures will never experience. The price of it, though… A price I hope no creature will ever pay again. Though, they do. I know they do. Because I’m with them when they take that final breath. The last of their kind, as I was the last of mine.

At the risk of sounding as if I am parodying a human author… In life, I was a creature like many others. Four legs, two ears, a tail, two eyes, thick and insulating fur… And a pack. A family.

I was the last of the creatures humans would call dire wolves. How do I know I was the last? Well, as I lay dying in the snow, my life’s blood pumping out from a wound I never should’ve recieved, a spirit came to me. Before I died, I was removed from my body.

I was told things. Information I shouldn’t have had. I was given the ability to understand beyond the animal I had been. And I was given a choice. Which is the ultimate reason that I have no one to blame but myself for my current condition.

I am the Black Wolf. Acerbus Lupi. I am the last creature every being on Earth sees before they pass from this world. I created myself, and one day I shall end myself. But until then I drift. My life is alone. My history is unending. I live to guide death.

It’s been 10,000 years since I have spoken to another person. I don’t think that will change any time soon.