Huon Ter
Posted: March 8th, 2019, 1:56 pm
The West 1320
*Many hundreds of moons ago in the western territories of Vitaveus, within the forests north of Prodai, sounds of running can be heard and moments later a different wave of disturbance follows through.*
The young rogue miscalculated a step and fell to the ground, hitting his knee on a small unearthed rock, enough to lash out an unstoppable scream, red flagging his position to the light beast closing behind. Death was surely on his doorstep. A sharp whistle halted the wolf two inches close, though not preventing his saliva in its motion hitting the boy's face. He whimpered... foreseeing the ripped flesh acute pain in the following moments and closed his eyes... The wolf relaxed and cleaned the rest of his drool with his tongue, then remained still - eyes fixed on the target, waiting.
A figure on light footsteps came running after and paused to gather his breath. A dark tanned man revealed himself by lighting a torch and taking his head scarf off.
Anarchy has fallen upon these lands. A constrained reckoning was shared - a thought - with the immediate surroundings and the wolf seemed to nod, liking his muzzle another time.
"Give it back. What you took does not belong to me, I can not have you take it." The defenseless kid quickly threw over a small bag and a whisper sounded - a strong wind passing through tree leaves - to which the man replied with a stern No!, as he grabbed the flying bag in its arc describing movement. The wolf turned and showed a hint of his sharp left fang directing his black gaze to the human. This one cannot be saved. The darkness in those eyeballs gained a soft sheen revealing its depth - "No wait!" - and right after followed a white spark coupled with a muted sound of death.
The man aged a little more by means of a new wrinkle in his body, connecting a pattern started not long ago; anger permeated his mind for not controlling everything around him. Why did that kid have to cross my way? Our way. Everyone. With the passing years the questions would stop and his darkened face would start showing resignation and only much much later would he accept and finally embrace.
The beast proceeded to leave his marks on the dead body, pretending something natural happened, before moving away from the scene, back onto its track - a path set eons ago. Dragged or following, the man went along.
[edit: added title & year]
*Many hundreds of moons ago in the western territories of Vitaveus, within the forests north of Prodai, sounds of running can be heard and moments later a different wave of disturbance follows through.*
The young rogue miscalculated a step and fell to the ground, hitting his knee on a small unearthed rock, enough to lash out an unstoppable scream, red flagging his position to the light beast closing behind. Death was surely on his doorstep. A sharp whistle halted the wolf two inches close, though not preventing his saliva in its motion hitting the boy's face. He whimpered... foreseeing the ripped flesh acute pain in the following moments and closed his eyes... The wolf relaxed and cleaned the rest of his drool with his tongue, then remained still - eyes fixed on the target, waiting.
A figure on light footsteps came running after and paused to gather his breath. A dark tanned man revealed himself by lighting a torch and taking his head scarf off.
Anarchy has fallen upon these lands. A constrained reckoning was shared - a thought - with the immediate surroundings and the wolf seemed to nod, liking his muzzle another time.
"Give it back. What you took does not belong to me, I can not have you take it." The defenseless kid quickly threw over a small bag and a whisper sounded - a strong wind passing through tree leaves - to which the man replied with a stern No!, as he grabbed the flying bag in its arc describing movement. The wolf turned and showed a hint of his sharp left fang directing his black gaze to the human. This one cannot be saved. The darkness in those eyeballs gained a soft sheen revealing its depth - "No wait!" - and right after followed a white spark coupled with a muted sound of death.
The man aged a little more by means of a new wrinkle in his body, connecting a pattern started not long ago; anger permeated his mind for not controlling everything around him. Why did that kid have to cross my way? Our way. Everyone. With the passing years the questions would stop and his darkened face would start showing resignation and only much much later would he accept and finally embrace.
The beast proceeded to leave his marks on the dead body, pretending something natural happened, before moving away from the scene, back onto its track - a path set eons ago. Dragged or following, the man went along.
[edit: added title & year]