The Master of Earth
By: Lostwolfe
[title:the master of earth]
this story is to *remain* within the four walls of
for now, the denizens of that group and i are trying a
this is *not* alternate merlin, [which i still have to
*grins* - it's about time my muse paid me a visit ;)
greywolfe
in recorded human history there was once a war that did set
the books say that the building stood for a little while
i was being distracted by those thoughts of our heritage.
so i sat and i watched and thought about where fishes go.
the mages had created it out of spite. as an act of
i'd always known there were still humans around. even
after nightfall he didn't come down, but there was a dim
calling to mind the human custom of dress, i decided to be
their expression...what was it? i think...therefore i am,
the first thing that struck me was his calm. he didn't
"evening, son," he said as he moved into the light so i
"it's late to be out this far away from the city," he
regaining my tongue i asked him to sit down and share
quietly, obediently, i rolled up my sleeping bag, repacked
the time before the war when there was still an earth to
carefully moving from tree to tree...watching a little fox
and now...taking this young man by the hand and knowing
i knew, even before we got to my house that he'd seen. he
patting his hand and sitting down in my easy-chair, i
and the young men.
after the sensation of going without moving, we stop.
"so tell me," he says, lighting the pipe, a large hand
"i get left behind," i say, through my tears.
removing the pipe from my mouth i lift him up into my lap
quietly, the large man sits on the bench outside the
*grins* - oh well...hope no-one has any serious nightmares
however, i *will* point out the musical bits and pieces
[where fishes go, where fishes go, live, the distance to
[i hunt, therefore i am, of wolf and man, metallica, the
[neverending mirrors, playing tricks on my eyes, the
[i'm not like this all the time, skin, madonna, ray of
[all the white horses have gone ahead, winter, tori amos,
[nothing to fear, put your lights on, santana and everlast
[crying in the rain, crying in the rain, aha, scoundrel
[commentry and witticism [or commentry and criticism] can be
thankyou for reading this text file.
[version:1.01/unbastardized]
[author:greywolfe]
[date:6 june 2000]
[email:greywolfe@new.co.za]
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[contents]:
[alteration history]
[about this story]
[foreword]
[the master of earth]
[where fishes go]
[i hunt, therefore i am]
[neverending mirrors, playing tricks on my eyes]
[i'm not like this all the time]
[all the white horses have gone ahead]
[nothing to fear]
[crying in the rain]
[afterword]
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[alteration history]
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[4 july 2000]-[this version]
[updated version number]
[cleaned up 'nothing to fear']
[cleaned up afterword]
[general spelling and semantics cleanup]
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[about this story]
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[some technical stuff...]
alt.fan.vore.
vague sort of experiment to see if we can draw a little
bit more of a crowd than we have at present. this will
[eventually] get released into the public domain [big-gulp/
the voretex and so on...] but until then, i'd appreciate
it very much if you *did not* repost this.
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[6 june 2000]
[foreword]:
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this is the first time i'm putting pen to paper in quite
some time. the last time i saw any of you, i was in
america and i was writing what eventually became.
merlin:other [sometimes retitled as merlin:dragon]
write] but a story set in a completely different universe.
i hope you take as much pleasure from reading this as i
had in creating it.
6 june 2000]
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[the master of earth
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[one]:[where fishes go]
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up in the ruined tower i sit, observing the city of glass
and steel that isn't as far away as i'd like it to be.
some days i come here just to think and to watch the sun
set on the vast army of buildings. in the summer, with the
smog hanging over everything, it's as if all of it were
ablaze...once.
fire to buildings...well...more like blew them apart.
the books say that all you would have seen before your life
ended in one of those blasts was a painful white...a white
that would fill your vision even if you closed your eyes.
the books had also gone on to say that you wouldn't care.
nanoseconds after the bright light came, you were gone.
nothing but so much dust and ashes among shards of glass.
longer...until those areas that weren't desert started to
blaze with fire...that's what claimed the old world.
our glorious past...when i'd really come here to say
goodbye to the one man i'd loved for the past four years.
he hadn't died...he'd just discovered someone else that...
was more important, i suppose.
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[two]:[i hunt, therefore i am]
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quietly, in my guise as the tree, i stood and watched the
young man climb the many stairs up the ruined tower. that
tower had stood even before their war.
defiance against the laws of nature. like the city, it
would never die...it could only sleep. and wait.
after the war had come and gone. even after the
firemasters had argued and burnt what the humans hadn't
destroyed. in our great war they all picked sides and i
was the one who was hurt. or...my predecessor was. she
went back to the earth...where all things belonged.
light from the top of the tower. no matter, i had more
than enough time to contemplate. pulling my arms back into
myself i shrunk to human form, as quickly as i dared, i
uprooted myself, feeling the earth pack into the spaces i
left behind as capillaries turned to toes and my trunk
seperated and became legs. i was naked in the moonlight
when i had my form back. naked, but not cold, despite the
beginning of the winter chill. the earth kept me warm.
volcanoes burned inside me, streams of warm lava and water
mixed together inside me.
a woodsman...and an image of fish...*his* image of fish
passed before my eyes. i wasn't sure of why he was
thinking of fish, but my following thoughts were of bears.
of wolves...of the hunt.
was wrong. they'd lost their nature somewhere along the
way. quietly i chided them and corrected it. i hunt,
therefore i am...
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[three]:[neverending mirrors, playing tricks on my eyes]
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i was reading in the little light the lantern would give
when i heard a knock on the door. i hadn't closed it, so
i looked straight up into the eyes of the intruder.
seem to be alarmed at finding me here. the second thing
that i noticed [fairly shortly on the heels of the first]
was his size.
could see that he bore no weapons. my first impression
hadn't changed. he was still very real and very large.
the lamplight, though electrical, didn't do much to
accentuate his features, but i got the gist of the man.
he must have been in his early-to-mid-forties, with a
brown beard and hair...though...the top of his head was
bald. he was wearing clothes that...somehow...barely
contained him. hairy forearms dropped at his sides as
he stood there, looking me over. his middle looked...
round. round but solid.
rumbled as i sat there, stupidly, "so i can only guess
that you either think this is safe from the...bears and
wolves," this seemed to make him smile, as if he were
considering some private joke, "or...you live here.
and...my honest guess lies with the first."
i nodded.
some coffee with me. he just grinned, broadly.
"dinner sounds like a better bet. if you'd like."
i nodded. he was...using something i recognized from
my time with andrew. we'd called it, jokingly, 'the
voice,' but when he used it, i couldn't refuse him
unless i made a supreme effort of will.
the curious thing here was that there was no way i
could refuse this man...and i didn't understand that.
my book, extinguished the lantern and walked to the place
i'd seen him last. my eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the
near-darkness and it was odd. me and the dark and a
strange man. very gently, as if he was afraid of his own
strength, he reached out for my hand. there was first a
tingle as his huge paw engulfed my little one...and then
i was standing in a meadow...staring up at the sky.
for the first time in my young life, the stars were like
neverending mirrors, playing tricks on my eyes.
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[four]:[i'm not like this all the time]
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when i put my hand around his...time stopped for both of
us. he didn't know and i didn't tell him. i took him to
the places and times that had meant the most to me. the
first night i'd come to power...looking up at the stars.
protect...laughing and dancing under the rain. watching
those few mages that hadn't been traitors sculpt the huge
dragon out of rock. seeing...the self-same dragon peering
at his own image and laughing. rumbling...roaring.
when asked about the mirth the statue evoked, he simply
said one word. "time."
he showed me the sphinxes then...and i understood.
being hunted by hunters...watching in amused fascination as
a bear caught their scent and the hunters became hunted.
that he had nothing to do with the ritual, but knowing that
the ritual needed to be done.
had seen everything inside my mind. the grief, the joy,
the fire. and he knew what was going to happen.
rumbled, quietly..."i'm not like this all the time."
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[five]:[all the white horses have gone ahead]
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we travel without moving.
there are images...too fast and too fleeting to catch, but
i see them all. this solid man accepting power. dancing
in the rain and on ashes. riding the back of a dragon.
crying as rain washes his face and hands. and darkness.
rage as young men defile an even younger woman. priests
praying in temples...and then drinking themselves into
oblivion. blood running from his hands as they drill for
oil in what used to be a place called 'texas.'
the scores of young men whom he has taken. not out of
lust, though that's certainly a factor. not out of anger,
because he loves us so much...out of fear. fear that we
will not see in time...fear that one day there will be no
humans...
we're in a room...and the lights are on. there are
dust-motes in the air, but they do not move. seeing all
the details, but not taking them in i know that the clock
isn't moving. his warm hand touches mine, gently and he
sits down in his chair and reaches for a pipe.
wrapping around the flame to keep it from dying, "where
*do* you think fishes go?"
i don't understand the question.
he nods. up this close i can see his beard and hair aren't
just brown as i thought they were...there's streaks of
silver running through both.
resting his forearms on the sides of the chair, he inhales
on the pipe, one eyebrow arched up at me.
trying a different tack, he motions for me to kneel down
and put my head in his lap. dutifully i do so. i don't
know why, but he feels...god-like. father-like.
quietly, his voice rumbles again.
"when i asked about the fishes, i meant...tell me about
you. you had...an image in your head of a pond...and you
as a fish..."
i just lay there and nod and suddenly the weight of the
world is on my back again.
he didn't have to ask.
"did you try hard?"
my head nods as his big hands stroke my hair.
from here...lying with my head on his stomach i can
literally hear the earth move...if...i concentrate and i
put my hand on his stomach i can *feel* it shift under
me.
"be still," he says, softly, "if you aren't still, peace
will never find you."
sobbing, quietly i imagine that the tears are rain falling
onto a desert...and flowers are erupting somewhere.
"all the white horses have gone ahead..."
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[six]:[nothing to fear]
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"i'm still here," i rumble down at the poor, sweet boy in
my arms.
he's twenty four and little. the beard and his hair give
the impression that he's older...much older, but i know.
i am *angry* at his lover for leaving him like that. for
abandoning him, but i know fate well and i see that if she
hadn't cut that thread there wouldn't be any more thread
to cut. one life for millions.
i want to, but i can't turn back, but i want to.
and hold him...like any father should hold a son.
quietly, i take him up to my room and lay him down on the
bed and he crawls into my arms and stays there. his hands
begin the ritual. i try to warn him...to stop him, but
his mouth finds mine...and he kisses me.
soon he has me out of my clothes and is exploring my
large body...little hands stroking my sides...my flanks,
my pubic hair.
his head nuzzling against my stomach, he descends on my
member...letting his warm mouth caress it...dancing all
the way down to the root.
it's been so long since the last time...
i pant and rumble as his ministrations continue...little
hand stroking my furry stomach...i can feel his own penis
begin to press against one of my tree-trunk legs.
deliberately, i disentangle myself from him and remove his
clothes...dropping them to the floor...watching them go
up in smoke and flames...not now. not...
and then his young male form is naked...and kneeling.
he knows about the power. he can feel it run through me.
every time he touches me a little of that power comes away
with him...and he kneels and worships.
hoarsely, trying to get my breath i whisper down to him.
"no..."
and he looks up at me. i don't know *why* but for just one
second his eyes change colour. amber. deep amber. wolf.
"yes," he whispers back.
and then the outline of the form that i can see around all
humans is there. i'd thought he was a fish, that if you
stole his water he'd flop out in air, but he's stronger
than that somehow. at first i mistook the outline for dog.
loyal. honest, but he's a wolf...and for just a second i
see his lover's form superimposed on that. his lover must
have made an impression on him...it's rare that you see
both forms in one human, but it's as plain as day for that
one second...and i understand why fate cut this thread.
boar.
his lips haven't left my member as i stare down at him...
he's pushing me down into the bed. i'm losing control of
this situation.
he's...making me submit.
the anger that he couldn't show is all welling up inside
of him now.
i close my eyes and radiate calm...like i did up in the
woods...and his sucking, scrabbling noises subside and
die down and he whimpers.
sitting up, i reach down for him and pull him up to the
bed with me...hungrily kissing him...cutting off any
protest he may have. quietly...forcefully, i wrench the
power back and roll him onto his little stomach. wolf he
may be, but he has to submit to his alpha...and he knows.
and for a long time he lies beneath me as i mount him...
as i press myself inside him...and as the alpha he needs
me to be, i howl at the moon when i climax...my seed
binding him to me. the seed of creation spilling into
him. creation and destruction. making and unmaking.
heaven and void.
there is no pause between binding and devouring. with my
thick shaft still buried inside of him i lift my bulk up
to his head and engulf the top portion of it. he still
doesn't understand quite what is happening as his hips
buck under my weight.
speeding up for one or two more *heavy* thrusts, i slam
my gut into him...forcing my mouth further down...i can
feel his eyelashes and ears enter my mouth...gently
letting my tongue roam over his earlobes i feel him squirm
under my weight...and try to pull away. the ritual has
begun in earnest.
wrapping my arms around him, i taste and lick behind his
ears...sucking him further up into me. i no longer have
to fuck him to gain purchase. as i engulf him, so the
darkness engulfs me. he's just a boy, just a little
fucking boy. just one of *many* boys. his sense of time
is rooted in short-run events.
his lover the boar. his tower in the sky. his fish-bowl
of emptiness. the unicorns that have left the earth.
i know that time doesn't work in those arcs...as his lips
enter my lips i recall the sands of time drifting through
the hourglass...and i can see, for once...through this...
vessel. this boy...that the sands are running out.
kneeling over him i take his dick into my hands.
the darkness engulfs a quarter of the moon.
as i work him into me, i stroke him...feeling precome run
over my large paw...feeling his little, ragged breaths
inside me as i collar his neck. wolf in chains. dog.
my dick begins to slide out of him as he gets pulled
further and further into me. outside the bounds of time
i hear hundreds of little feet running. rats. everywhere.
tonight there will be a hunt as there always is.
the panic spreads through the little animals. rabbits
running towards cliffs and spiralling over edges. falling
to doom. any fate is better than being caught in the jaws
of another.
prairie dogs fuck and yip at the moon as it disappears.
and still i taste warm flesh as his chest and nipples enter
my mouth...he hasn't come yet. oh lord...if he does't
come...
sliding my tongue down his back, i feel him arch...and for
a second he changes. wolf.
the second doesn't last long...not long enough that he can
gain purchase inside of my throat...he's bucking and
struggling inside of me. like the man-bear twenty years
ago, but the man-bear had no power. this young whelp...
mercilessly i slide him further inside me...feeling his
warm rear slide against my tongue.
hungrily, my tongue makes it's way where my seed was
spilled.
outside my room the foxes and wolves have come. keening
for their brother they lope around the town...looking for
prey. anything will do, but they know not to come up here.
the panic spreads.
young colts know intense fear as they are attacked...
lynched by angry mobs of hyenas. white eyes rolled
backwards...reared up to the half-moon. insane with panic
and lust.
my tongue wraps around his shaft...and the anger comes.
everything turns to red as he erupts in my mouth...these
human children...have been desecrating my kind for too
long, but i know...somewhere, deep inside, the rational
part of me. the *human* part of me knows that i can't
kill them. to kill them would be anathema. to kill them
would only perpetuate their curse.
which is why this boy is here. he is an outward sign of
an inner decay.
as he is drained his power ebbs away and his struggles
begin to subside. either he is tired of the fight, or
he simply doesn't care anymore...the third possibility
burns inside me.
or he knows that if he fights the message cannot get across
and his kind will be lost forever.
i pray to the darkness that he understands.
the human part of me, the father part of me loves him and
his kind. the animus...the earth part of me wants revenge.
i have to keep them both in balance...
slowly i lift my head as i kneel on all fours...pulling his
legs inside me...feeling him begin to empty out into my
gut...feeling my gut sway and press against the sheets of
the bed.
the moon is but a sliver now.
and the hunt spreads to the greater animals. bears and
lions and boars are running across the countryside. i
see a grizzly mounting something shaggy and furry. i
see boars crashing through gates. bovine hatred of their
masters spilling over as they maul at least one young
child...and the hunt spreads it's claws.
falling down onto my much larger gut i close my mouth around
his feet...sliding all of him down into me...feeling him
press tightly against my wide stomach.
i roll onto my back and face the darkness.
i'm looking back at myself as i always do.
i can see the animus...coming alive and taking the boy from
me. he's still in me, but his body is somewhere else in
the darkness.
the hunt reaches it's zenith and will not die down tonight.
for one night all will be chaos...men will hunt their wives
and kill them for sport or for revenge. children will hunt
their fathers for bringing them into this world, but in the
morning. in the light of day...they will find the body of
the boy.
they always find the body.
maybe just this once...they will realize what the signs and
portents mean. maybe they will offer the body up to him and
live in peace with the earth.
maybe they will abandon their city.
there is always hope.
in the darkness he cries and strokes his belly...
there is everything to fear.
there is nothing to fear.
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[seven]:[crying in the rain]
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andrew finds the body of his ex-lover.
he's dead, but andrew can't see why. he's twenty-four,
goddamnit. andrew is nearly twice his age.
tears streaming down his face he takes the...almost
weightless body to the hospital.
they run tests, but don't have to look very far.
his system of life, his heart, lungs, stomach...it's all
gone. he's a husk of a body.
the medici don't understand.
hospital building. his face is intent as he smokes his
pipe...it's as if he's listening for something.
after a while he is seen getting up and walking away,
hand holding his large gut as rain pours over him.
no-one can see the tears of frustration as he does his
crying in the rain...
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[afterword]:
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i'm not writing any extensive notes [beyond copyright
stuff] for this one, since i don't really even understand
half of it right now...this is probably the darkest story
i have written in a *very* long time...
over this one ;)
that make up the headings for this one. [i'm just going
to order them as follows:
[order:lyric, song, band, album, year]]
here, 1999/2000]
black album, 1989?]
children's song, live, the distance to here, 1999/2000]
light, 1998]
little earthquakes, 1991]
[?], 1999]
days, 1985]
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[this text copyright (c) 2000 nicodemus caine, greywolfe
and lostwolfe]
left at:greywolfe@new.co.za personal attacks to the author
can be sent there too. be warned that most of those wind
up either in dev/null/ [yes, i really *am* a unix freak ;)]
or...on a bad day i'll just mail your root back with copies
of your witty dialogue.]
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