Beauty In Motion

By George Zamalea

They were born free as they ruled by the Twelve Sense of appeals toward the underground of the One. Anticipating the arrival of the most rare species of red wolf an ambitious team of experimenters wanted to create from their natural instinct a world as powerful and seductive as their appealing but they emerged as the most dangerous beasts ever created between the rebels whose hunger for change and the others who demand stability from the darkness and power away from humans and from the last one who overwhelms light through their own destiny as an element of survival has taken roots.

BEAUTY IN MOTION is the story of a set of half-humans and half-animals and a lab-born young whose rambling carry him over a large part of Europe as well as Mongolia, Alaska, Japan and North America. They are subordinated to the presence of Lord Narcissus, Grabie and Lilith. The story of three are attached to their own species and each one is linking to the background of Kendrick III because its various types of family links, mysteries, and the recognition of legends of vampirism and wolves.

The handsomest young Narcissus, son of a last specie wolf family of Alaska, fell in love with a young Grabie, a pure of half-wolf and half-vampire within a year of her arrival from Russia and met with him regularly in the segregated compound of Albany. This encounter was fearsome and the reason was that Lord Narcissus was still on that transformation of human. His mother was worry and she feared for her son. By that time an incident occurred; his father, Mr. Kanzie, was killed by falling from his horse. Dr. Jennifer, the experimenter of humans and animals, discovered Lord Narcissus was more than an experiment. Mysteriously around the young boy people died or disappeared just by looking at him or by calling his name. His nurses and assistants discover his powers and there is the intrigue and spirited sense of his presence. Somehow it attracts a set of creatures who wants to kill him it is then his natural instinct emerged just as in Alaska a second discover is unfolding; the last old pack of red wolves. Great-fathers of the boy himself.

• Language: English
• Publisher: George Zamalea
• Release date: Apr 11, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310208072

George Zamalea

George Zamalea is a graduated student with degrees in Literature, Philosophy and History. Mr. Zamalea Lived in Spain, France, Italy, and Brazil. He received a recipient of Creative Writing & Language in USA. Awards: First place of the 2011 International Latino Book Awards in the category of Best Spiritual / New Age book in English with the Six Seasonal Amendments, A Hispanic Inspiration. He is a member of the Academy of American Poets, Society of Children's Book Writers & Illustrators, Latino Now, NALIP, Writing & Nonsense Club and American Hispanic in Journalism. His publications and literary journals include the Screech Owl, and others. He is currently working on Animal. He Lives in Rosamond, California.

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Beauty In Motion

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By George Zamalea

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Table of Contents

Preface

LILIATH I

Hezekiah Kendrick III

Fukuoka, Japan

Linyah, China

Bordeaux, France

Magdeburg, Germany

Omsk, Siberia

Effie the Great Princess

Albany, New York

Return of the Real Wolf

Kiev

Poperinghe, Belgium

Selena

Mlopes the First

The Windmills

The Compound

Biological Science of Transformation Building

William Nicholson

Lott, Denmark

The Magnificent Being

Aleutian Islands

Acknowledgements

About the Author

Other Books by George Zamalea

PREFACE

ALAYEKSA THE GREAT LAND

The Mammalian

100 million Years Ago

The date as well as the time and the place of the Icy Land were indelibly classified in the memory of history. It was now more than 100 million years ago which they have been connected to the rest of this remarkable group of mammalians including the more beautiful and fearful half-beasts and half-humans with their functions and primaries with the other animals of the habitat. They were there just to eat, to play, and to mate; but among them there was a set of the red wolves never seen before.

For reasons which have importance here the rare sets have broken off all relations with the impurity of the old pack, and the long journal had begun and it had taken them at Snoakville deep on the other side of the icy mountains, when on the afternoon of the rain and snow the pack leader saw the open field covered with white blanket of snow just as by some extraordinary instinct the pack leader of seventeen halted and scanned the vast icy land of Alayeksa. The glow of the icy land was spread out in which it had become a flat formation of crude environment. They smelled the air. They did not feel the smell of caribou or the musk or the bear.During the scanning there was a dead silence came down from the bubbles would-be water of horizon and from the high frozen mountains.

There was no road or field.

Then the pack began to move. They were hungry and thirsty. For the past several days they had not seen any flesh-eating animals or a snowy owl. Now chiefly along the Bearing seacoasts there was the view of three foot animals coming steadily ahead. They were the so-called the black-tailed wolverine. They were moved as fast as they could on the icy ground. Among them they were the Wolverine sons of Tse XXI: Walker Green, Kamaria, and daughter Zois V. They were jogging side by side. Moving toward the southeastern region, they already have left behind the sunlight and there was a glimpse of light through the snowfall.

The pack wolves now a little toward the westward into Pacific Ocean land was aware of their presence. The seasoned leader of the wolves herd by the name of Suza I was separated himself from the pack. He stared at the distance. He was an old man as strong and large and tall as a human being. His skin has a yellowish hue under the dying sun and he had long hair and thicker around the body. He had happens to be the best son of the Great Icy Land. He walked with graceful. For what one could see he was delighted by the scarlet snow and the beautiful surroundings. His feet moved deeply into the soft snow and through the torpid streams. His face showed however surprise when he saw across the unexpectedly stonier hill the wolverines coming from the eastern region.

He turned his eyes first toward his sons Yee Thad and Wofford IX, and then looked back at Alas and their daughters: Leneathe Rose and Enke Wells. For a few moments he felt to communicate with them and finally at the rest of pack. They knew all of them had been more than ten weeks they had not seen a salmon spawn. The pack leader’s eyes stared fixedly at his brother by the name of Big Mede.

His brother withdrew from his wife and children and stopped beside him.

Suddenly, Zuza I all his body became tense. He stretched his long neck up and looked straight ahead from where wolverines were passing through the Panhanle strip and then he turned his eyes slowly toward the southwest trail along the Aleutian Island chain now an unbroken courtyard pathway. At this particular moment there was a herd of musk about a dozen was seen very fast running to Yukon Territory.

It seemed they had smelled danger.

Zusa I looked at the distance and smelled. He appeared to measure the distance between the wolverines and the herds of musk. Then he watched toward the rolling uplands neared the edge of the slipping river that had changed into coastal stretch northward and downward to the Arctic Ocean. That part had become a rainfall that was very danger. But Zusa I needed to get to the herds of musk before the wolverines does and to give a break of foods for his kinds. He noticed already that the wolverines had spotted the herds of musk and turned now to the icebound resting across the musk. He noticed also some youngster and rebel wolves had begun to break the formation of the followed orders.

Without saying what to do, Zuzsa I jumped ahead to the southeast site and he had been thinking then turned off directly behind the wolverines. He would have plenty time to face them and to make to musk change space backward. He was followed by his sons and daughters and five wolves. Several feet from the boundary line between the river and the so-called firm ground they divided themselves. On this ground one her daughters bordered herself along the edge of the river and beautifully she was several feet from the killing ground.

Just as his brother Big Mede and his sons and seven wolves of the pack to turn toward southwest along the chains of mountains and the rest westward and they separated in two.

The wolverines were caught up between them. But Tse XXI and his sons now in displaying they did not give up. Their attempt was noble but they had to gain speed to reach on time to the herds of musk.

The musk turned abruptly. It was supposed to have said that they would know how to pass the large and massy glacier or that they would die and be buried in it. But their attempt was defeated by Zusa I. He cut off among the herds. Zusa I’s effort appeared to weak them; the herd of musk was strong and united but less experience in front of the red wolves. They tried to break-up themselves inside the circle of the red wolves through the western hills. Yee Thad and Wofford closed in.

A young musk saw the distance in which Leneathe Rose had been reduced in yards. By a barbarian move he cut off through a wolf and ran fast against Leneathe Rose. Her sister Jenke Wells saw it and turned. A musk saw the opportunity to escape through it.

The herds of musk were moving.

Leneathe Rose jumped high and her movement surprised him and landed beside him and turned forcefully and her mouth opened and cut against musk’s flesh.

There was a scream, but Leneathe Rose jumped, which probably meant to watch him. He was bleeding. He looked at her, and Leneathe Rose moved around. By that time one of the hunting wolves was approaching her and the bleeding musk. Jenke Wells was pursuing the other musk with three wolves.

Meanwhile Zusa I came upon the herds of musk, followed by his sons and the rest of the pack. So far they had caught more than ten musk oxen. In the mainland area the wolverines had caught one.

Both packs of wolves began to eat.

Suddenly the weather dropped. A subarctic wind sounded. It was dump and chilly. The coldest wind from the Arctic Zone made Zuza I and the oldest of the pack to look at each other. Despite of his long hair and brutal expression, Wofford seemed to be regarded by the others as the followed master young man. He was seventeen years old. His manner was expressionless but he had the same features of his father and the elders.

The temperature had dropped considerably. Its average was more than two hundred degrees below zero. The sun had disappeared and darkness seemed to accentuate more. There was a moment of rigid attitude among them. The youngest made their place among the adults and their mothers and fathers and brothers. As the coldest wind was sounded others began to dig hole in the snow. Sudden and violent gusts of winds had become more frequent and more danger. Somewhere from the high mountains stood a wave snow was moving down very fast. There was a warning from the leader. However the wind had taken Zusa I’s words away. More snow was falling down. The groups of red wolves differed somewhat from each other but all of them descent of red blood. All of them were alerted and they saw now the avalanche moving. Very skillful in making way Zusa I jumped ahead and they followed him. He had seen along the stream the wolverines eating. Right off a squirrel passed by and half of the icy ground broke and a sliding mass of snow as the same height as the mountain itself swept downward. It was increasing in size and speed as it did so. As the pack of wolves jumped high but the increasing size of snow slapped them down and buried them under the avalanche.

LILIATH I

The Blanchett Opera House

Paris, France. July 11, 1951

The stage is in daylight.

The sun shadowed behind the debris of the last war. Buildings are in fire. Everywhere there are the whisperings of the wounded people.

Slowly, Soprano Renata Corilli make her appearance as she is singing Mozart’s La finta semplice.

There is a drop of silence from the audience.

In slow motion the people from the balconies begin taking their clothes off. There is an exotic cry coming from the audience. It is followed by a monologue that rapidly spread among them and it echoes throughout the stage and it appears to intensify its sound along the corridors.

At the same time another action has taken place. The people of the balconies start to engage in ritualized toggles: muzzle biting, sticking out their tongues. As their muzzle accentuate their expressions facilitating a clear communication among them. Women and couples begin moving deliberately on their chairs as if they have been beaten by leeches. Some of them raise their heads to the ceiling. Others move their heads down and up. Others finally lean over their neighbors. They begin kissing as they are able to bring blood from their lips. Little by little they seem to reach out for the optimum desire. It is stroking their bodies against at each other as they are feeling their own pleasure and such sexual awareness.

Of course the audience is aware of their exciting.

They look at them critically; but there is innocence about their look that appears to be impossible to comprehend. Slowly they begin to look among themselves and they begin to get up of their chairs.

Renata Corilli keeps singing.

Everywhere there is the sound of whispering. The audience seems to be lifted by those invisible forces. Above them there is a watcher; he look down at the audience as the audience starts drawing itself toward those invisible forces of sex and exploration and sadism.

The audience pays attention to Renata Corilli’s singing. The people of the audience start moving between the chairs as they seem to walk out.

Suddenly there is a thrilled howl coming directly from the high ceiling. It is followed by other howls and they fill with the opera house.

Now the audience panics.

From the balconies as well as along the corridors figures of wolves have emerged. Now the people of audience are trying to turn their heads away from the foot-tall figures; but the people of audience cannot because their speeds of these foot-tall monsters are quicker than their people’s movements. They are moving very fast as they are sticking out their tongues with aggressively force before they reach the mass of people. The people of the audience stare at these foot-tall monsters their own fascination and fear and try to speak or to scream but no words would come from their lips. They their eyes are fixed inside into those foot-tall monsters’ eyes with horror.

The audience boils up.

Gradually, the transformation of werewolves, which in the modern science of chemistry and in astronomy the doctors try to create, quickly they move toward the audience. They crash themselves against the audience. Others gallop over the seats and cut off clean the heads of those who are part of the audience. They open their mouths. Their mouths are formidable equipped with bladelike carnassial as they close them among the audience.

From one of the corridors a twenty-two-year-old young man appears.

He is Avil II.

Avil II walks elegantly towards the stage but before Avil II can reach it a young grown wolf seems to block him as he jumps in front of him. The wolf-young boy howls aggressively. Then he runs toward Avil II. He lifts Avil II and throws him to the air. Avil II dance on the air and lands several feet away from him. The wolf-young boy turns and runs against toward Avil II again. The young grown wolf’s mouth opens and his teeth like blades ready to cut and to kill. Avil II rolls back on the air like a giant cat and reaches him as his hands now like talons deepens on his right side of the young grown wolf and the same time Avil II lands safely a few yards to the seventh row.

He waits.

The wolf-young boy falls from the sky. Half of his body is gone.

Avil II jumps now high and halts handsomely in the air and then elegantly he lands before Renata. She comes over to him and touches morosely his chest.

Slowly Renata backs up and before him a transformation will take place. Her long legs herd off. Her hands appear to be cut off by a heavy force and her body falls heavily on the floor of the stage. All muscles and bones seem to agree once and there is a structure of human being has been extended.

Gradually, Renata, now Liliath I, is moving from the human transformation into the feared of a hunted wolf’s size. Her feature is gone as much as one can see in human‘s features. A fully grown wild northern female is standing in front of Avil II. However, she still has such beautiful a young woman. Her color is brown but with a unique variation in shading.

It is then that Avil II howls.

His voice is distinguished. In a few minutes he has been transformed into a handsome, gray-arched wolf.

They walk toward each other.

They begin a courtship ritual of running: Playing or vocalizing around the stage. They sniff and lick among themselves. Finally they turn and look at the audience now eating by wolves. They howl and then quickly they jump over the audience.

For a long moment there is the only sound of the canine teeth breaking fleshes and bones. This sound is mixing by the screams of the audience and the horrified sounds of people trying to escape from this blood party.

Hours later all have come to an end.

HEZEKIAH KENDRICK III

The Great Lonely

The Red Wolf of Pauksit

He heard the sounds somewhere along the street. He heard also that sound as a door open and saw him moving out.

He was alone.

He turned back to the sounds and whatever it was. He was expecting being unaware what was happening behind the walls of the opera house.

He was not surprised. It was the party for the creatures of the night.

It was night and he still wandered around the dark streets of Paris.

He seemed lost, but he still had that natural gift of his last kinds.

He watched the door closed behind him and he went down along the narrowed alley.

He moved on. He needed a drink or cocaine. He needed something to drown that illusion of losing within him. Unlike the wild animals in Alaska, he had been trapped in this metropolis that had a lot of temptations and diseases. Every object was an object of death and least he had the almighty control to fight it. He could not for the past years and he was afraid to lose the last energy of his own revelation, especially his natural energy that had come from that thought of survival or in the way he wanted to die next to the wilderness. He saw no reason why he should die before his age and enjoy as much comfort as he could. With no resources or a feed ground, except what he got here and there, he could not survive or to muscle a place to stay. He was surprised at how comfortable he had when his thought became positive.

By the time he came out of the alley and walked up the public stairs and down to the street below. He kept walking without looking bvack.

The light of the Paris still shone from the old facades. He walked to du Madame.

Half the way he looked at the other creatures of the night either hanged themselves on the roofs of the buildings or jumping from a building to other. They were from another world of sucking or killing. He reached the corner. He saw other hunted creatures. Among them there was one. He knew who she was. A Paris prostitute. He did not want sex. He just wanted to get high and to forget his miserable life.

He wanted to run to his hotel and lay down there. He just wanted to be alone. He felt so damned tired.

There were the sounds from that building again. There were the sound s of killing; the sounds of pleasure and fornication and there was the smell of fresh blood and broken bones.

It was his thought being part of that party. He knew they had the ability to find out who he was. His condition seemed impossible; he was dying.

He pressed his eyes against her face of the hooker; he could not feel her smell of her blood or her human perspiration. He did not believe he had lost such essentials.

She noticed him. Walking on the opposite side, she knew he was heading to the Hotel de Cantades.

He turned his eyes. To reach the hotel there would be more than thirty yards. It seemed to him an infinite walk.

Finally he reached the hotel. He did not find the uniformed doorman and it was quieted and empty. He breathed heavily; he tried to grasp for air.

He pulled the door opened and closed the door behind him and went up to the flight of stairs. But there was a presence, a smell. After all, he still had that sense of survival.

What are you doing here? You’re not allowed to come here.

You looked at me back there. I can see your eyes.

I’m not in the mood. If you would like I can give you some money and go.

You’re not like the other. I’ve been watching you since last week. You’re different from the rest of the people.

He moved to the middle of the stairs. He wanted to see her face. The light of the hallway was poor and dying. He hesitated for a moment. Then he stepped forward.

You must be disappointed.

She paced along the flight of stairs and then she climbed three stairs. In the faint candle from the hallway, he was able to see her. He was in total surprised. She was remarkable beautiful. She was not as the girls posed nude on Rue Bella for the amateur artists. Her eyes were large and blue; she had fat lips and healthful color white skin. And when she removed her dirty hat, there was such a long hair.

If you do not want, well, I hope you will allow me to sleep for tonight in your room. The night will be colder.

I am rather not, he said. Please! Go away!

She reached the steps of the hallway; he moved without turning.

The beautiful girl of the night noticed that he had been drinking and his movements were unpleasant and heavier. She recognized he was still handsome. She guessed he was in his later forties. She noticed other qualities. His nose was red where its nostrils were like a raw into sniffing pool. He had running nose and there was a profuse perspiration and that odor. His hands trembled a little. He was skinner and he seemed confused. She saw also he was tall and there was something that had attracted her which she did not know what it was.

Quickly he turned to the door and tried to open the door of his room. His trembling made it impossible. He did not demand any assistance from her. He just wanted to get in and to stay away from this stranger.

The woman walked toward him.

He suspended his movements, but he did not turn nor speak.

Let me help you, okay?

I don’t need your help. But he did not try to walk away from her or to push her away from him. He stood there as he stared at the door.

I know. She took the key from his hand. She touched it. His hand was cold, large, and tanned by the tropical sun.

He did not interfere for what she’s going to do. He did not move; so the woman managed to open the door and pulled the door open.

He stepped quickly. He closed the door behind him and walked up away from the door. He began to tremble. He stood there for a long moment, then walked back to the door and opened it.

He backed up. He did not look at her. He walked around. He tried to find his drugs. To let his illusion to go away and he knew eventually peace would come. He walked through the rooms and searched its clothes and its cabinets and drawers and came back and would do it through the living room and kitchen over and over again.

Go away! Leave me alone!

That’s all he would say. Go away! Leave me alone! It would not be enough for her; she would not stop looking at him searching; she would not be the one to do so.

Help would come from him she knew it and then he would recognize his needs or her. Tomorrow, he would come.

Those words would not come yet because he was busied searching for his drugs that would make him to be anger and to think about his sense.

There she was watching him. But she did not move nor speak.

He would say something that does not have any sense like where are you or where did I put them.

Months ago he would know exactly where he stays. His mind was bright. He was powerful and radiant. No one could ever step in front of him.

Then he would fall on the sofa; his eyes down. He honestly believed he had lost everything in front of him.

The creature of Rue Bella came over to him. She put one of her hands over his shoulder.

He did not look at her. He was able to smell her. It was like a burned flower after a storm of fire over the forest.

She lowed herself before him as she tried to look at him. Her long hair was falling over her face and her eyes. With lovely gestures she parted her hair. She did not speak.

Slowly he tilted his head high. She smiled at him. He saw her face now close enough to admire their eyes bright and depth.

Please, leave me. I’m a waste.

She still did not speak.

Go!

Her long hair reached once again her face. She waved it back. She stared at him as no one had dared to do so.

He breathed now heavily, beginning to look at her intensely.

What is your name?

I’m Anis Cupis.

Oh no! He moved back but there was all he could master. We’re different!

You’re dying, she said. She looked up at him. You’re dying. You must know that.

I am a different being who is aware from what I know.

You should decide then.

For what you have told me so far I won‘t able to see anything else.

That, too, she said. Slowly, she parted her turtleneck sweeter. Her white skin emerged in front of his eyes. Take it.

I’m not your kinds. I am a different kind of specie.

"I am both. Canis lupus pallipes so I am a craft angel."

If I do that I will able to kill you.

She raised her hand. She removed her glove. It was large and delicate. She touched his face.

You won’t kill me, she said. Both need it.

He hesitated.

She retrieved her hand and stared at him.

He bent over a little.

She turned a little to right and turned. She offered him her white neck. Submissively she was waiting. He pressed his lips against it. He smelled her skin. It smelled good. Slowly, little by little, he opened his mouth. His teeth were white; they were perfect like blade of scissors. Then he tilted his head back. His head was now in a critical position as he jerked in.

His teeth pressed in. The sensation was brute, almost painful, as she closed her eyes. Then he backed up, falling about halfway along the Anis Cupis’ neck. Blood came out quickly. Like cats, which he witnessed the pouring blood; he began to lick Anis’ blood.

After the shock, gently she touched him, feeling him. He was licking with pleasure as if he was emptied, thirsty.

Suddenly, he withdrew her back, howled, and arrogantly he stood up.

He reached the middle of the room; there he began to move around himself. He howled. He moved back to her. He began to play with her violently and vocalizing in a way that one would have difficulty to understand him. He sniffed her or licked her. The wounds of his teeth had healed mysteriously. At the same time he suppressed his desire by jumping and rolling.

Little by little he was becoming strong.

He yelled aggressively. No longer have that pleasured. He ran to the bathroom.

She looked at after him. She got up and walked through the corridor to a door up to the hallway and locked it behind her.

It was untraceable now. There were screams and sounds inside the room.

Horrified sound echoed through the room.

Then there was the silence.

Slowly Anis Cupis unlocked the door as she opened it. She walked along the corridor as she found him lying on the floor.

He was the man himself. Kendrick III, the Red Wolf of Pauksit.

Kendrick III was lying in bed. He was still sleeping; the sun of Paris was already out. The sun was off against the walls of the building of Rue Bella when the morning commuter traffic rumbled over the main boulevard of Leon. It was the place where Anis Cupis lived and where Kendrick III was. It was a 17-century old building with clean barnacles and porter. And so far about that day, the morning grew noisy and spring up voices and horning.

An hour later he turned to his right. He was naked. Half body was bathed by the sun. His buttocks were drowned by a ray of the sun. His right hand was along his body and the other had just been moved exactly under his chest. He was sleeping peacefully; his head was resting on the giant pillows. He rolled to left which his legs stretched in and out; his penis was squeezed between the two legs and it drawn it at least three or inches along his body.

Anis Cupis appeared. She watched him quietly and with a smile across her face as she was admiring him from head to toes. Her face was clean and she was wearing a long flowery dress. She put on a chair a Roman tunic, and she then went back to the bed. She bent over and gently kissed his face.

When you awake you will have all your strength to love me

She backed up and disappeared through the door.

The sun now took over the room as if it was a watercolor cascades in its most simplicity. It slipped slowly over the room, then