# The Rogue Chapter Two

Author: Harper
Tags: Bad Language, M/M, Medieval, Pain, Werewolf

The Rogue  
  
Chapter Two  
  
Be warned, this chapter is a bit sad and tragic.  
I'm sorry, I just have a flair for that kind of  
writing.  
  
  
  
He was dreaming again. Back to his pre-teen years.  
He remembered the family of wolves he travelled with  
in the lush, dense forests of lowlands in County  
Westmeath. Those grey wolves treated him like one  
their own, taking him on hunting trips, and sharing  
the spoils, issuing a rebuke if he stepped out of  
line. He had made crude clothes from rabbit skin, and  
hare skin. St night, the pack slept together to share  
warmth, and because he was fairly big as a child, they  
all huddled around him, eager for warmth and wanting  
to warm him in return. He found their scents  
reassuring, it soothed him, and helped him sleep  
peacefully. He always kept a spot for the alpha male,  
who was very gentle towards him, who was the biggest  
and strongest wolf, and would protect Sean like one of  
his own cubs. The alpha would gently clean Sean's face  
and head before or while he slept. They were a strong  
pack.  
  
Then came the day that Sean became aware of his  
lycanthropy. He was out foraging for the pack, and all  
of a sudden, his body was racked with the most intense  
pain he had ever felt. He lay on the ground writhing,  
he body feeling like it was splitting, he felt his  
bones break and reform, and his muscles grow and move  
about. Two of the wolves from the pack, a young male  
and his mate came running at the sound of Sean's  
anguished cries. They barked at him, so much as to ask  
him what was happeneing. Then, the pain stopped. He  
stood. He had burst from his clothes, and he looked at  
his body, he was furry, and the wolves were now  
growling at him, their hackles raised. He could sense  
their thoughts "What have you done to the human cub?"  
They thought. He spoke to them "I am him, look", and  
he endured an agonising change back to his human form,  
and dropped to his knees. The two wolves rushed  
forward, and licked at his face frantically, happy  
that he was alright.  
  

  They got back to the cave where the pack had been  
sleeping for the past week. They get back, and all the  
other wolves sense something different about their  
human cub. He tried changing into a normal wolf, and  
it works. But again they growl at him. He slowly walks  
to the alpha male, the one that has shown him so much  
love, companionship and tenderness with his head and  
ears lowered. The alpha bared his fangs, so Sean the  
wolf got on his belly, and creeping forward, licked at  
the alpha's muzzle in order to display his  
subserviance. The alpha accepted this, even though  
Sean was marginally bigger, the alpha still didn't  
view him as a threat, and as per usual, Sean kept that  
spot for the alpha who, as per usual groomed and  
cleaned the young wolf.  
  
The alpha female died when Sean was about fifteen.  
She had become injured while on a hunting trip, and  
her condition had progressively worsened, until one  
night while she slept, she died. Sean dug her a grave,  
and buried her the next day. As he threw the final  
clods of earth and dirt in onto the grave he muttered  
in Gaelic "Slan, a mhaithair", which means "Goodbye,  
mother". The other wolves howled and howled long into  
the night, each one devestated by the loss of their  
alpha female. Sean sat at the back of the cave in his  
wolf form, sulking, and mourning. The alpha male had  
suffered the greatest loss, he had lost his life-mate,  
the one he was to spend the rest of his days with. The  
alpha lay on his side, wracked with grief. Sean padded  
over to the alpha, and nudged him gently with his  
nose. The alpha growled, but it wasn't agressive. Sean  
lay down with the alpha, looking at the alpha with his  
blue eyes, and whining, he licked the alpha's face in  
a way that was to show sup! port. Then he lay down in  
the curve of the alpha's body, his back to the alpha's  
chest, and slept.  
  

  As time went, the younger males of the pack got  
older, and left to start their own packs. One day, all  
that was left of the once twelve-strong pack was the  
alpha and Sean. One day they were foraging. Sean was  
about seventeen in human years. The alpha was old now,  
grey hairs covered the end of his muzzle, and his  
ears, but his amber eyes were as bright as they had  
always been. They had gotten over the loss of the  
alpha female, and had started rutting and mating, as  
they could find no females. They were playing in a  
small demesne near where Sean had been born, tackling  
each other and play biting. Little did Sean know that  
his father, the Cheiftan of his old clan was out  
hunting. An arrow whizzed between Sean and the alpha.  
Sean looked at where it had come from, and without a  
second thought, ran at the man, who got another arrow  
off, which struck Sean in the shoulder as he leaped at  
his father. Sean yelped in pain, but followed through  
with the attack, and ripped the throat ! from his  
father, savouring the taste of this conceted bastard's  
blood, chomping the flesh down. Sean changed to human,  
and pulled the arrow from his shoulder, the wound  
healing quickly. The alpha mentally asked Sean who had  
he just killed, to which Sean replied "My human  
father, I remeber seeing him kill my mother. You were  
more of a father than he ever was. I'm sure you're  
hungry, have some" He brushed affectionately up  
against the alpha, who licked Sean in return. Sean  
took the silver dagger fropm the body of his father,  
and left his remains. That night, he snook into the  
camp, and stole the armour his father had owned, along  
with some clothes and money, and personal effects.  
  

  When Sean was nineteen, the alpha was very, very  
old. They had been out hunting and enjoying each  
others company. When they had eaten their fill, they  
returned to a cave they had made home. Sean still kept  
the human belongings here. They played for a bit, and  
rutted, but the alpha tired quickly these days. They  
lay down sleep that night, and the alpha mentally  
wished Sean good "Good night my son. You have given me  
so much, companionship, unfaltering love and affection  
since the mother wolf died. I don't know where I would  
be were it not for you. Now I must sleep. I'm  
tired.....so so tired.....". The alpha and Sean slept  
as they always did. However, this was one sunrise the  
alpha would never see. Like the mother wolf, he had  
the fortune of dying painlessly in his sleep. Sean  
knew, the alpha had been in his dreams and told him to  
take care in life, and whatever he did, the alpha and  
the mother wolf would be forever proud. Later that  
day, Sean carried the alpha's body to the! place were  
the alpha female was buried. He buried the wolf, and  
said his goodbyes.  
  

  Sean woke again in the tent, his body slick with  
sweat, and his face covered in tears. The priest was  
there, and noticed Sean was now awake. Sean looked  
around sheepishly. "You've been cryin' in yer sleep,  
lad. Are ye ok?" he was asked. He replied as he wiped  
the tears from his face "Yeah, I'm fine. Just  
nightmares of my past." The priest smiled and said "I  
won't pry, it ain't my place to." Sean thanked him,  
and as he lay there, he could hear this awful wailing  
noise carried on the wind that filled his head, made  
his ears feel like they were bleeding. He head felt  
like it as going to burst, and his body was wracked  
painful, agonising spasms. He let out a scream of  
agony that made the priest jump and bless himself. He  
hurried over to Sean and held a cup of water to his  
mouth, but Sean pushed him away, the pain in his head  
was so bad he thought he'd pass out. Then it stopped,  
and Sean relaxed. He wept, the pain was so bad, and  
now it was gone, and he was relieved. The pain ! of  
the spasms and headdache still lingered. He got up,  
got dressed and went outside the tent to escape the  
suffocatingly warm atmosphere inside. It was late  
afternoon, still a few hours of daylight to be had. He  
noticed his wound felt better, and removed the  
bandage. It was almost fully healed, a small open  
wound and some swelling. He decided it would be better  
for him if he exercised the arm, so he picked up his  
hurley and sliotar, (A sliotar, which is pronounced  
"shlitor", is the ball used in the Irish sport of  
Hurling), and start whacking it around the place. Sean  
had an absolutely devestaing right swing with a  
hurley, and managed to pull it off, and did  
considereable damage to the armoured knight that just  
came into view after he hit the sliotar. It hit the  
knight's breastplate so hard that it knocked him off  
his feet. Sean heard the knight, cry "My ribs, my  
ribs!", and went over to help. "I do apologise, sir  
knight, had I known you were there, I would not have  
loosed my sliot! ar. I daresay, however, had you not  
been wearing your plate, it would have killed you. Let  
me help you up. There now, I've left a sizeable dent  
in your armour, go down to my armourer, tell him what  
happened, and he will fix it for free" He bowed to the  
knight, who walked to the armourer's tent, clutching  
his chest and cursing, his armour clanking and  
creaking. "I should have hit him in the head, those  
knights are pompous bastards." He muttered to himself.  
He continued hitting the sliotar around, and after a  
few hours he was exhausted. He headed to the beer  
tent. He sat in a corner, alone, the way he liked it,  
glaring at anyone that dare sit near him. After a few  
pints of cider he was still contemptuous towards  
everyone, only a bit more relaxed now. He left the  
beer tent to piss, and was accosted by a man larger  
than he was. "Hello Brady, what do you want? Can't I  
piss in peace?" Brady sneered, "Lucky you was saved by  
tha' rogue. I heard he's taken quite a shine t' you...  
Found yo! urself a fella, have you?" In the mean time,  
Sean had finished pissing and shaken the drops off,  
and turned to face Brady head on, and muttered in a  
calm voice "Hmm, it's not like you to make taunts like  
that unless you have your armour on to protect you.  
Tell me, does it hurt being as ugly as you are?" Sean  
dodged a sloppy left hook, and laughed a hollow laugh.  
He punched Brady in the jaw, and sent him to the  
ground. He straddled Brady's chest, and pulled his  
face close, a wild look appearing in his eyesm and  
whispered "I know you have a family; a wife and  
children. I don't want to rob them of you, but heed my  
words, I will kill you in cold blood if you persist.  
I've skinned people for less than this. Now I suggest  
you walk away while your jaw is still intact, and your  
eyes are still in their sockets." He got off Brady,  
who scrambled up as quickly as his drunken body would  
allow, and casting Sean one last dirty look, he ran  
away.  
  

  It was getting a bit darker as dusk approached, so  
he went for a walk, putting on a heavy leine (Long  
shirt) and his rabbit-skin and wool cloak. He walked  
for a while, and happened upon a dense forest. His  
lycan senses picked something up. Feline, about a mile  
away. And blood, he could smell blood. Foresaking his  
own safety, he followed the smell, and fell a few  
times, one such fall caused his shoulder wound to  
re-open. He thought that he probably should have  
listened to the priest and stayed in the safety of the  
camp. He liked the priest, he had a good sense of  
humour. Sean shook this thought from his head, and  
pressed on. He noticed he was getting closer to his  
quarry. After a few minutes of scrabbling through the  
undergrowth, he could hear a stream, and the sound of  
someone breathing raggedly.  
  
There upon the bank of the stream lay the rogue  
that had saved Sean. Sean hid, and watched him. The  
rogue collapsed upon the bank, and lay there immobile.  
Sean crept towards him, and noticed the blood in the  
grass, and rolled the rogue onto his side so he  
wouldn't suffocate. He looked for a wound, and saw a  
small scar on his right shoulder. Then he pulled the  
rogue's eyelid up, and was met with that strange, but  
alluring eye shine. Sean dragged him to the shelter  
and shade of the nearby trees, he was safer here than  
in the camp.  
  

 

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