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[magnus knight]

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FURY
BY, Magnus Knight


Grass green and tall covered by the moist mists of the night blew in the soft Scottish winds as the moon glowed bright and full above. Amanda Walker was camping out in her tent near the moors with a campfire crackling outside with its light bathing the canvass tent with its soft glow. Amanda was sitting with her legs crossed at her notebook computer typing away. Amanda was working on her doctorate in paleontology, and a guilty habit of interest in cryptozoology. She was in the area because she read online about some bones recently found in the bogs that were considered either an undiscovered ancestor of the canine family, or a hoax. Her professor had no desire to waste time on it but instead sent his top graduate student, and Amanda jumped at the chance. After all this was far better than her usual duties of being an unpaid secretary or teacher in the classroom. That plus coming from a wealthy back round she was able to pay for the trip herself.
On this sixth night of her stay Amanda was typing her report of what she found so far. Amanda wiped some of her blond hair from away her brow as she cracked her slender knuckles and began to type.
“This find has proven most unusual both in its size and odd bone structure. Though the skull is shaped and the teeth appear canine like, it is unusually large, and though the joints of its knees appear to bend and flex in the appropriate manner, the femur bones are wrong, as the front are shorter and thinner than those of its hind legs, almost as if this creature walked on two legs. The ribs were also structured more in the shape of a hominid then that of a wolf’s or other ancestor along its lineage. The soil sample from the area is consistent and looks old enough and relatively undisturbed since the claimed initial discovery. If I had to guess at this point I would surmise that whatever is here seems to be leftovers from one of our ancestors, who had the unfortunate luck to run into a rather large wolf, similar to the luck I had with a run in with a group of angry locals.”
Amanda doesn’t feel the need to record her encounter, just she thought it was odd how this group, mostly of elderly men in kilts, a few middle aged women, and this creepy little girl, her oddly empty stare, with her eyes, those freakish eyes that seemed to glow with an entrancingly yellow tint. A shiver went up her spine thinking about it. To her there is nothing creepier then the blank expressionless stare of someone, as if they are not so much looking at you, but through you, and she had that look. The odd rags she wore, the way they all were in those clothes with holes in them, it was just so damn creepy.
After pausing in that moment Amanda does decide to record what she could only assume was the leader of this odd pack of locals had said.
“This land be the land of our ancestors, the land of our elders, the land of our pack, and this, the place of our grief, where we mourn the loss of our kin, our loved ones and pups.”
As she logged it just sounded so strange to her, along with the heavy accents of his tongue. That and now that she thought of it, she could swear that little girl growled at her. As she finished her thought, she heard the sound of rustling outside. Unzipping the closure of her tent she poked her head out, and saw Roy from the excavation team of locals her university paid to help with any digging and supply runs.
“Can’t sleep?” she asked with a wry smile. “No such luck lassie.” Was his reply. “Some of the boys thought they heard a something moving in the woods along the camp border, and they elected me to check’r out.”
Amanda smiled, and thought it was kind of cute how Roy and the others in her tiny group were always looking for ways to impress or flirt with her. Being an American it made her feel kind of exotic and particularly attractive in a way. The fact was Roy with his abs and chin was kind of cute himself, and she knew he would on occasion take a peek at her soft rounded rear and B cub breasts, not to mention her blond locks’ and skinny legs. She took one last glance as Roy disappeared into the woods with only the faint glow of his flashlight visible. Peering to her left she saw the other two tents with workers in them, one dark, sleeping she guessed, and the other faintly lit from inside, the men playing a card game of some type. Yawning, she receded into her tent, closing the zipper up for the night, and crawled into her tent for a nights rest. Her last thought brought a smile to her face, wondering if the sleeping bag had room enough for two.