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Flight
Aug 20, 2006 20:53:59 GMT -5
Post by WolfChant on Aug 20, 2006 20:53:59 GMT -5
Flight - Rain pattered on the thatch rooftops of the small village. A large, burning firepit centred the outpost. The flames coughed and sputtered, fighting the constant pounding of water. Thunder echoed in the distance, and the trees bent and shook under the wind. A large, stone cathedral depicting a god of some sort stood out from the small shacks, creating an imposing scene. Not far from the building, deep in the forest surrounding the village, a wolf pack howled to the angry winds. Their colours ranged from dark brown to deep black. They moved swiftly, dodging over fallen logs and through ferns. A roar behind them told the pack that their persuer was not far. A young girl, only in her early teens, woke from a troubled sleep, filled with thoughts of the surrounding forest. Hearing the constant rain drops, she took comfort in the sound. She was about ready to fall back asleep, when a roar shook her small home. Fully awake, she jerked up to a sitting position. Looking around carefully to note that the rest of her family; her mother, father, and brother, were still asleep, she got up slowly to a stand. She had dark hair, unique to her family's auburn and blonde. Her eyes were also a startling, icy grey. Wolf's eyes, her mother used to say. The wind had subsided mostly when the girl poked her head out of the door, and tenatively took a step outside. The bitter wind returned, sending a chill up her spine. Rain splattered all over her, and she was soaked after a few seconds. After hearing nothing but the constant rain, she walked over near the centre firepit. A string of howls suddenly filled her ears, and one seemed to be distanced from the others. The wolf pack skidded to a halt. One of their own was left behind, and from its pained howls, they could tell that their persuer had caught up to it. Knowing that they were no match, they were forced to continue their flight. Some were still unsettled at leaving one of their own, and hesitated, but the alpha, a large male with dark black fur, encouraged them on. It was still early in the night. Clouds continued to thicken, and the wind intensifyed. Soon it would be too dark to continue. Even though the wolves had night vision, the rain decreased their visibilty to close to none. The alpha let out another short bark, letting the rest of the pack know where he is. They cleared through leagues of dense forest, coming to a halt at a large cliff face. They began their slow ascent. The girl had gone back inside, and redressed in more appropriate clothing for the outdoors. Hearing the pained yelp of the forgotten wolf, she was certain she would get no sleep unless she attempted to find it. She broke out in a run after reaching the outskirts of the village, deep into the forest. Rain streamed against her face, and she had to often wipe her eyes clear of the water to see. She broke through some brush into a small clearing. A small, jet-black wolf was laying on a rock, his breath ragged, numerous wounds scarring his pelt. He barely lifted his head when he saw the girl tenatively enter the clearing. She walked over, and slowly crouched down in front of him. "My name is Aisha." She whispered, more to comfort herself than the wolf. "I mean you no harm." Her voice barely cleared above the deafening rain. She leaned forward, with some cloth in her hand. "I'm going to try and wrap up that wound." But the wolf suddenly lurched, sitting up, and fixed her with dark, golden-green eyes. She froze, not knowing what to do. The wolf's scarred visage softened, and he leaned forward, suddenly touching noses with her. There was a sudden, blinding flash, and Aisha had to shut her eyes to the sudden brightness. When it subsided, she opened her eyes, but nothing was there. Darkness enveloped her vision, and she knew nothing more.
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Flight
Aug 27, 2006 12:12:33 GMT -5
Post by WolfChant on Aug 27, 2006 12:12:33 GMT -5
Bear's Anger -
When the light flashed, the wolf instantly got up and pelted towards the nearest bush, ignoring the searing pain in its wounds. The girl was wiping her eyes, trying to remove the stinging light. When it cleared, she looked around carefully. The wolf was nowhere in sight.Panting, the wolf jumped over a massive boulder, clearing it barely. It continued its run, despite the blood flowing from its wounds. Once it was some distance away from the girl, it suddenly changed, turning more humanoid. In a few seconds, a girl about the same age was standing it its stead, the wounds still showing. Her eyes were golden, and her hair was dark amber. She was wearing ranger armour, to help comoflauge in the foliage when in her lean, relatively tall human form. She sat down to rest, listening to the constant rain, ears open for any unusual sounds. Confident she was well enough to continue her run, she quickly changed back into a wolf, and leapt through the bushes, in persuit of her pack. Little did she know, another pair of eyes were watching her in the brush. After she had left, Aisha followed, mostly tracking the bloody pawprints in the grass. She only watched, shocked, and after the wolf had left, she didn't persue; instead turning back toward her village.
The wolf was tiring now, as dawn was finally breaking, the downpour slowing to a drizzle. Eerie lights shone through the soaked canopy as the wolf finally took a break, only a short distance from the cliff face, where she had followed their scent. Saliva flowed from her panting mouth, exhaustion in her limbs. A slight rumble in the forest, a muffled sound in the distance alerted the wounded animal that it was no longer alone. Sure of the pack's persuer had finally, somehow caught up, she hauled herself to her shaking limbs, darting off as fast as she could through the foliage. Suddenly a massive paw struck out and batted the wolf aside. It landed on its side with a yelp, and wide-eyed, stared at the monster that had doggedly followed her and her pack. Thick, brown fur covered the entire body, an at least seven foot tall bear stood on its hind legs before her. It's jaws were open, revealing serrated teeth. Foam flowed down, making a grisly visage. It's claws were broken in some places at the tips, but were still deadly enough to slay a small wolf. Letting out a massive roar, the ursine behemoth charged, and the wolf was only barely able to jump out of the way. Noting she was in no condition nor possesing the skill in either form to battle it, she made another run for it. She used the last reserves of her strength to lunge out of the groping bear's paws, but was a slight bit slow. She let out a yelp as massive claws dug into her pelt, and blood oozed from the deep wound. She landed heavily on the ground, switching quickly back into human form. The monster looked startled, quickly turning to savage. It leapt again at her, and she was able to dodge it this time. Quickly she grabbed some dirt, and threw it at the ursine's head. The dirt effectively caught in its eyes, and it pawed its face to wipe it off. Buying the time she needed, the girl made another run for it. Unable to remove all of the dirt, the bear cried out in frustration, and started to charge after the retreating girl. Just then, another figure entered the glade, a sword in hand. A slashing motion, and the giant bear was recoiling, blood seeping from an open wound. It turned to regard its new adversary, readying for another charge. But the unknown enemy was too quick, diving in to make a stab. It struck true, the blade digging deep in the bear's chest. It let out a massive roar of agony, and shook away the assailant. Unable to pull the blade free, it simply shook its great mass, and charged. Aisha dodged easily, pulling a dagger from a hidden sheath. She jumped in quick, but the bear was quicker, swatting her aside with a massive paw. She twisted, and landed on her feet, jumping forward again. She threw the dagger, and it spun in the air a couple times, an then plunged deep into one of the bear's eyes. It took a few steps back, clawing at the dagger. Blind in one eye, it struck out at odd places, no longer having a depth perception. It was only a matter of time before it went down. It was already slowing, the loss of blood finally taking its toll. The blades were still deep, but the sword finally was pulled out. Making one final, angry roar, it turned in the other direction, and fled through the forest.
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