Interviews Beyond the Veil One : Mother of Maggots.

The first of the great kings living beyond the Veil, The  Mother of Maggot’s is the first to establish contact with our reality. She manifested in the basement of a Florida Home, much to the dismay of the elderly owners. After   much panicking far more liberal application of police gunfire, MoM was brought to our studio as we were the only human’s that she would talk to.

My name is Brian Robertson and I’m being forced against my will into a room with monster and my own protection is that she ‘promised’ not to hurt me. Thank you, G-men, I’m glad to see you put my personal safety at some level of importance. Strong arms shove me into the studio normally used for crowd shots. The door slams behind me and I’m left in the brightly lit room.

“Greetings, Prophet.” The undulating worm flesh before me spoke as it shifted,  pale flesh uncoiled revealing a humanoid body connected to the large maggot like body.

I stood there gazing at the thing that only day before was flipping over police cars and causing human’s to mutate into what could only be described as ‘flesh chairs’. The humanoid half had three eyes, two pink eyes in the normal position while a pale-green eye rested where a forehead should be. She smiled revealing a mouthful of teeth that better resembled a lamprey or a leech.

“I’m not a prophet, I’m a reporter. You asked for me by name?” I said trying my best not to shit myself in free as she leaned close to me, she inspected me with all three eyes.

“I did, Prophet, I did. Did you not feel my call?” The horror blinked as if she was struck.

“No, Where do you come from?” I said asking a question, I might as well get this over with before I get turned into a chair.

“I can’t really pronounce it in a way you would understand.”

“Well I got questions to ask otherwise I’m going to get shot by Uncle Sam’s goon squad. So if you’ll help me out?” I said exasperatedly, her gaze was searching… Curious of me as if I was the weird thing here.

“☝︎♏︎♒︎♏︎■︎■︎♋︎📪︎ ◻︎❒︎□︎◻︎♒︎♏︎⧫︎📬︎” She didn’t so much speak the words, as I felt my mind scramble to make sense of the force that hit me.

“My turn! Will you worship me?”

“No, I’m not even religious and if I was you aren’t my idea of a God.” I sighed, I was expecting something more threatening but MoM was more like a confused Valley Girl than a horror beyond the veil.

“Oh Hmmmmm….. Alright! I’ll do something God-like.Give me the name of someone you don’t like.” She said while cleaning the dirt off of her large

“I don’t like where this is going, I’m not going to let you kill anyone else.” I decide that I’m going to get nowhere where asking the question the G-men told me to ask. I figure I’m gonna get murdered by the abomination with the leech face or shot by the G-men when this is over. So fuck it.

I stroll over to the monster and touch her flesh, It’s warm and squishy like a water balloon left out in the sun. She didn’t react to my sudden poking, she just watched patiently as if I was some sort of animal she didn’t want to scare away. I sighed and pulled out a cigarette,  I was trying to quit but shit like this warranted a smoke.

“Don’t smoke.”

“Sorry monster-lady but you aren’t taking my only joy in this shitty situation. I’ll smoke away from you.”

I made it three steps before I felt a burning pain in my back, she stabbed me with a single finger as if I was made out of paper. The finger ended in a claw tip, with my lungs on the end of it. I pissed myself in fear, I have covered life and death situations in the past but none of them ended in my ribcage decorating the floor while my lung dripped on the end of her finger.

Everything went out like light

I awoke screaming like a scared child, my first sight was the calm face of the monster staring down at me. She was cradling me in her arms, her body was no longer as gigantic as before, she was still as long as a fuel truck.

“Welcome back, I didn’t mean to kill you but I brought you back after cleaning your lungs. Wanna be my prophet now?”

I don’t say a word but wriggle my way out of her grasp, I ran to the door like she was chasing me. I tear the door off the hinges with little effort, I bowl through the two G-men while running out of the studio. Nothing was going to stop me, I wanted to be as far from that thing as humanly possible. It was dark by the time I felt like I needed to stop, I don’t even know how I ran to my house without dying of exhaustion.

I opened the door and found a G-man, at least I hope he was a G-man, unconscious against the wall. A goat-headed woman rummaged through my refrigerator, she pulled a can of soda before she noticed me.

“Oh… You are still fully human. Well not for long.” She caught herself before scratching her chin, “I’m originally a human and like you, I’m a Prophet. I’ve been sent here to keep you safe from those guys.”

She flicked a thumb in the direction of government agent, “Care if I crash the night, I’ll answer any questions I can but my master can only manifest in the day so I can’t get back to Oklahoma instantly. I’m Jenny, Prophet of Dancing Goat Yusis, pleased to meet you.”

“Giant maggot women, goat women, and the government. I don’t think this can get any worse.”

Jenny smiled, a very unnerving sight with the goat head, “Wait till you start growing or losing things. Better hope you don’t turn into something that can’t move.”

A Tale of Tyra Stonesire (Part 2)

Tyra yawned as she sat on a large rock over looking a large amount of human dwellings. Tyra wanted to go down in play with the human’s but the pack didn’t want her scaring them. The alpha of the pack, Harry, made her feel welcome even though she didn’t join them on hunts. She wasn’t sure why but he didn’t want to teach her to hunt prey, even thought she didn’t eat much meat she felt like she should help.

“Tyra.” The gruff voice of the Alpha boomed behind her, she immediately rolled to her back and exposed her belly. She was the lowest ranking member of the pack and it didn’t bother her to show it. He simply picked up a large book he had been carrying and lightly brought it down on her stomach fur.

“Stop that, I just wanted to talk. Packmate to packmate.” Harry grunted, even in his human form he was a large and imposing man.

“You are an alpha.”

“Yeah and times are getting lean. The twins are getting to the size that splitting a deer isn’t going to do much other than end in a fight. I don’t have much left to teach them other than hunting humans, I think the pack is getting a little large. Once this is done I think I know where some Stonesire packs are still kicking around, I can’t wait to see their faces when they see you.” Harry rubbed his salt and pepper beard, even though he aged slower than normal human’s Harry was ancient by werewolf standards.

“I see. Will you need me to come along?” Tyra asked her hands balled up to into fists from her excitement. She had traveled with Harry’s pack for almost twenty years, she was still puppy in their eyes but she wanted to prove herself.

“I want you to read the book, I found it on some raiders a while back. I thought it might help you and Zalso says you’ve gotten a full grasp on reading and writing. Think of it as a test before I take you on as my personal beta.” Harry said handing her the thick tome.

“I’m a werewolf, why do you keep putting me to the side? You told me how important the Stonesires were during the great clans wars. Why are you treating me like I’m a burden?” Tyra screamed at the top of her lungs.

Zalso and the other packmates immediately padded up, some of them were in their wolf form. Their claws still slick with blood from a cow they managed to take from a farm… along with the farmer.  Zalso rubbed her black fur, she was the lowest rank until Tyra was taken in the pack.

“You aren’t a burden, I’m the one who suggested that you stay behind and read that book. It’s a book on dragons, we don’t know anything about your mother and…” Zalso turned to face the town.

Every one could smell it, someone injured had been brought into town. The smell of blood piss and infection, even the kindest werewolf will react to weakened prey in the such a manner.

“We are going tonight, we will break up in teams. The larger group will be Zalso, the twins and all others while I take on the small town with a couple of the new kids. When the guard start to lose their minds over our pack, break up and head back to the town. I should have everyone rounded up.” Harry said somberly, “After we fill our belly, it’s gonna be time to make smaller packs. We’ve gotten way to big to manage without attracting bigger enemies.”

The pack broke off and went to their assigned areas, only Harry and Tyra remained.

“Sit here and read , right?”

“That’s right, if I catch you following or smell your scent. I’m gonna to slam your horns so hard in the dirt that people will think I planted a cow tree.”

“I’m not a cow.” Tyra growled, her fur raising to meet the challenge.

“No but you are not a werewolf fully, so wait here till I handle this and finish that book. I’d like to hear what you learned.” Harry smiled before walking down the overlook  to the town.

Tyra found herself getting lost into thick book, the smell of the book reminded her  of the smell of burnt wood. She spent nearly as much time smelled the comforting scent of the book as reading the lore on moon dragons. The book was more fairy tales than anything concrete but the story was compelling enough that she didn’t realize the sky was darkening.

A brilliant pillar of sparking light hovered over the town, Tyra eyes darkened. She could feel a power coming from the town unlike any that she had felt before. The power was oppressive and malevolent, Tyra roared in fear and anger. This power was arranged against her, she didn’t understand why but she had to stop who ever was summoning the lightening strikes.

Tyra ran toward the village, something was wrong. The strange weather did little to calm her nerves as she stopped in the tree line. She could see the mountainous body of Harry, a young human standing over him with his weapon caked in blood.  She silently took in the sight before her, the scarred, charred and partially frozen body of the werewolf that had raised her lay sprawled out like some kind of trophy.

She gritted her teeth hard enough that she could taste her own blood, the human smelled of her pack. She could even gauge the minute smell of urine soaked fur, one of her pack died in fear. She understood that fear, even as weak as the human looked with his sparking blade there was no doubt she would die if she challenged him. One of the human called his name, R

The humans eventually darted off in a hurry. Tyra  made her way toward the body, flies were already buzzing around corpse in a frantic hunger. Tyra allowed her tears to fall freely while crying out with her power, every pained screamed drew the attention of bears, wolves, foxes and other predators.  She wiped her face even as her first companion landed beside her, a fruit bat large enough to be mistaken for a wyvern.

“I’ve lost another family member. I don’t want anyone toy with his body, take care of it. Please.” Tyra tried to keep her face straight, she couldn’t hide the sobs between her words as the animals tore into Harry’s flesh.

“What will you do now?” The bat spoke, his massive wings spreading to circle around Tyra.

Tyra said nothing and pressed her muzzle into the bat’s stomach, she screamed her frustration and bawled even as the few surviving villagers watched from their windows.  Tyra finished her crying as she wiped the tears from her eyes and the snot from her nose.

“Are you going to fight the half-human that did this, my Animus?” The bat inquired his head tilted to hear her answer.

“What am I going to do, toss a forest full of animals at him? I’d end up like Harry. What would you do, Yeeva?” Tyra said, the sounds of the beast feeding on her adoptive father made her sick.

“I think it’s time you spent time among your dragon kin or the humans. Harry’s killer used magic that made him look like a dragon, you don’t have that kinda magic. Heck even though your magic has managed to make me into this, I still don’t know what you are doing to me.” Yeeva gave series of high pitched clicks, he was laughing at the situation.

Tyra stepped away from the giant bat, she placed her muzzle low to the earth and smelled the scent of leather, steel and sweat. If she wouldn’t fight the dragonkin, she would learn his secrets and possibly the secrets of her own hybrid heritage.

 

 

The Tale of Tyra Stonesire

Chapter one

 

The rocks felt as heavy as ever, Mira held her clawed hands protectively over the single egg. The egg was the size of the large carriage and contained the only proof of her forbidden love. She smiled at the thought of the human who defied both dragon  and human tribes to be with her.

“I can’t speak much for your father but I’m really hoping that you take more after me than you do him. I’d rather not have you howling at the moon like some kind of loon.” Mira chuckled, the motion making the rocks around her clench tighter.

The egg cracked slowly, Mira moved her enormous claws away from the large egg. A form covered in clear liquid claw it way out of the massive egg, it was covered in a white fur that matched her scales. Brown spots dotted its form, small white horns  crowned it’s canine like muzzle.

“My daughter looks like a cow.” Mira chuckled while stroking a claw over her newborns head. The hybrid immediately latched on her finger with surprising strength, she clung tightly and wagged her bushy tail.

“If only your father could see you, he would brag so much about your appearance. ‘Hur hur hur dragon blood isn’t that strong, my daughter chose the best bloodline’ or some other nonsense.” Mira rolled her eyes and she plucked a few large bats from the cieling of the cave along side the mushrooms  that grew in the cave.

“Now what do you eat, Tyra? The daughter of a lycanthrope and a moon dragon.” Mira watched her daughter carefully as the youth  picked up one of the bats and the mushrooms.

The bats screech and struggled as Tyra stared with her red pupil-less eyes, she screeched back at the bat. There was pulse of energy between the two before the bat flew away, Mira shot the child a questioning look as  her daughter took sniff of the mushroom.  Mira look of questioning became one of confusion as Tyra put the Mushroom on her horns and ran around the cave barking.

“You are your father child. Absolutely.” Mira remarked and placed her massive head close to her daughter. “Dragonkin are often far more powerful than their parents but those are usually pairings of human and dragon. You are something unique even among those creatures.”

Tyra stopped her playing to regard her mother, the massive dragon was sealed into the stone around her. Tyra took in her surroundings, the smell of blood was strong  almost suffocating but that was nothing compare to sight that was revealed by the small lines of light leading to the surface.  Cracked open eggs littered the floor, skeletons and shriveled up dragonkin dotted the floor. Blocking the exit was a massive brown furred creature, its hands were embedded in the rock but its face was a gentle smile.

“Tyson Stonesire and Mira Stonesire, we loved you and all of your siblings but we could only save you. Sweet daughter, do not weep for us and do not take on our burden.”

Tyra watched in confused horror as the white dragon pulled itself from the rock, blood and gore trailed the upper half of the dragon as she crawled to the other side of the room. Her last moments she embraced the werewolf before they both vanished in the light her her magic,  the only evidence of their existence was glowing amulet in the shape of dragon scale. Tyra picked up the amulet, it was a warmth to the touch and it smelled like her mom.