Vespertide
Will you walk in the stars with me?
Sia bat tree branches out of the way, her boots seeming to fly over the rough terrain. Through her fear she called out in the wolf tongue, which didn't translate to English very well, but she essentially said, "Hold on, I'm coming!"
The wolf cries became silent. Sia's vision tunneled. She pushed harder, feeling like she had when she found Avigpip dead. But her pack was strong, they had withstood many winters. The worst of times.
She barely heard the assassin following behind her, and she stopped suddenly, reaching the clearing. It was in the heart of her pack's territory, usually when they held meetings to decide who would hunt. Who would protect the cubs.
Her breathing was hard, and her vision, better than most humans, saw every little detail.
Her pack had numbered twenty or thirty, a good number. And they all were lying on the ground. The only breathing she could hear was her own, her heart beat pounding in her ears. Near her was Feldaina, a female wolf that had been watching her newly born cubs. She was ripped and torn, her fur mangled with blood that looked black in the night. All of them were similar, and Sia whispered in the wolf tongue, "What could do this..."
Then, something stood, in the center of the clearing. Sia hadn't felt angry in a long time. The pack had taught her that anger only led to bad decisions. But her pack was dead, and whatever that was, it was to blame. Sia was sure of it.
It turned to look at her, its face scarred. She could make out its black cloak, and glowing green eyes. Fur rippled across its head, and Sia just stood there, frozen. It roared triumphantly into the night, and focused its attention on her.
She wasn't sure if the assassin was still following her, or if he was right behind her. She didn't turn to look. She just dashed headlong to the creature, ready to tear it to pieces for killing her pack. Her vision blocked out everything else but the creature, nearly twenty or thirty feet away. It was going to die.
((I left off where she's running towards the thing. Just FYI.))
The wolf cries became silent. Sia's vision tunneled. She pushed harder, feeling like she had when she found Avigpip dead. But her pack was strong, they had withstood many winters. The worst of times.
She barely heard the assassin following behind her, and she stopped suddenly, reaching the clearing. It was in the heart of her pack's territory, usually when they held meetings to decide who would hunt. Who would protect the cubs.
Her breathing was hard, and her vision, better than most humans, saw every little detail.
Her pack had numbered twenty or thirty, a good number. And they all were lying on the ground. The only breathing she could hear was her own, her heart beat pounding in her ears. Near her was Feldaina, a female wolf that had been watching her newly born cubs. She was ripped and torn, her fur mangled with blood that looked black in the night. All of them were similar, and Sia whispered in the wolf tongue, "What could do this..."
Then, something stood, in the center of the clearing. Sia hadn't felt angry in a long time. The pack had taught her that anger only led to bad decisions. But her pack was dead, and whatever that was, it was to blame. Sia was sure of it.
It turned to look at her, its face scarred. She could make out its black cloak, and glowing green eyes. Fur rippled across its head, and Sia just stood there, frozen. It roared triumphantly into the night, and focused its attention on her.
She wasn't sure if the assassin was still following her, or if he was right behind her. She didn't turn to look. She just dashed headlong to the creature, ready to tear it to pieces for killing her pack. Her vision blocked out everything else but the creature, nearly twenty or thirty feet away. It was going to die.
((I left off where she's running towards the thing. Just FYI.))
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