Morbid: A Medival Tale

It was a chilly Winter morning as Vincent rode on his chestnut horse through the snow. He was heading to the Kingdom of Celest, a beautiful place. He wouldn't be there for a few days though. He had been riding since midnight and the sun was climbing high to the sky, showing that it would be afternoon soon. Vincent stopped his horse, whose name was Kestrel, and climbed off of his back. Stretching, Vincent tied Kestrel to a tree and walked away, deciding to explore a bit. After walking for a bit, he saw a fox upahead, it's fur an off white color, it's eyes grey. He bent down, watching the fox curiously. The fox knew that Vincent was there, Vincent could tell, but didn't seem to think of him as a threat. It went on, searching the snow with it's nose for any kind of food. Suddenly, it fur shot up like spikes and it turned quickly towards a bush. The bush shook only slightly as Vincent watched with interest. Suddenly, someone or maybe something, shot out, grabbing the foxes neck in it mouth and biting down. The fox went limp. Vincent back away, letting out a gasp of shock. He fell down into the snow yet kept crawling back. Ahead of him, a pair of red eyes turned. Vincent stopped, amazed at the sight.
Infront of him stood a girl, seemingly the same age as him. She had pale skin and red eyes along with pure black, short hair that had a small strip of long hair on the left side in front of her face. Her teeth were razor sharp, covered with blood from the fox. She wore no clothes, yet that was not what caught Vincent's attention. What caught his attention was the back that she had black wolf ears and tail.
"Who- What are you?!" Vincent yelled, eyes wide with fear.
"What? I dare say, I am NOT what! Now, reask your question. I am a person, just like you!" she said, dropping the fox.
Her voice was amazzingly beautiful. Calm, with sparks of anger yet it seemed to calm Vincent down.
"Wha- Who are you?" Vincent replied, watching her steadily.
"I am Morgana. And you are?" She glared at him, watching him steadily back.
"Vincent. Now, mind telling me what you are?" he glared back.
"Pfft. Humans." At this, she rolled her eyes. "I am a child of Mordred, the God of wolves."
"Mordred...?" Vincent said slowly.
Then he burst out laughing.
"What a joke! I knew this couldn't be real! How funny!" he yelled, hitting the ground.
"It is not a joke!" Morgana yelled, anger flaring up in her eyes.
Vincent looked at her.
"Prove it then. Mordred's children are suppose to change into wolves. Change into one then."
"If I do that, then you'll run away." she said, calming down.
"Excuses." Vincent said, getting up.
Silence passed between the two for a moment.
"Fine." Vincent heard Morgana whisper. "I warned you..."
Vincent watched as Morgana bit into her wrist, blood pouring into her mouth, some of it pouring out. At first, nothing happened after she stopped. Vincent thought about walking away.
Then it happened.
Morgana started to shake violently, falling to her knees. Suddenly, she howled, her whole figure glowing black. When she stopped glowing, Vincent watched in horror as a wolf stood where Morgana had been, it's fur pure black, it's eyes red. It was much, MUCH larger then a regular wolf. Bigger then Kestrel. Vincent screamed, turning and running back. He didn't stop running and when he reached Kestrel, he jumped on his back and made the horse run until it was night time. When Vincent went to sleep, after making a large fire, he didn't notice the figure with red eyes, standing in the shadows, her eyes red rimmed from crying.