Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2017 15:44:01 GMT -5
A lone howl echoed weakly, gargled and bloodied from out the clearing at the swimming hole west of Greatgaunt. A metal bear-trap clawed it's way through the female wolf's neck and her body bled a trail behind herself through the grass, pierced by a small dagger in a hind thigh. Her fur was raked and rendered, pulled and tortured from her in the most gruesome and bestial of ways in the scene presented just beyond the town.
She limped forwards, gargling another howl before collapsing onto her side, her chest heaving heavily in pained breath. Glassed eyes looked ahead towards the waters edge and the familiar log bench beside to where she had last spent a fond memory so many months ago with Quake. How long had it been now? Weeks? Months? Half a year? It was too long for her to recollect, and too much pain had befallen her since her sudden disappearance all that time ago.
A twig snapped behind her and large ears perked up sharply, turning towards the source of the sound. One of her captors had kept on her trail, or perhaps driven her closer to the town for his final act? All that mattered now was that her fight was not yet over.
Fleur mustered the last reserves of her strength, bringing herself to stand. Sharp teeth bore as she growled, deepening by the second as she flung herself into a vicious rage — the connection to the primal being of her barbarian ways and the joined power of her druids shape she had been stuck in unleashing itself all at once as she pounced upon the malarite cultist. Her jaw locking around whatever she could grab and sink into: an arm here, a leg there, a hand or a foot — it didn't matter as long as she held and dug in with everything she had, writhing and twisting and shaking as she put herself on the attack and her pursuer on the defense at last, turning the tables of her pain against her enemy.
At last the commotion ended, the green grass of the clearing stained red in blood as she stood the survivor over her former captor and pursuer. Slowly and uneasily she limped back to the waters edge, safe now that the high hunt upon her was finally at an end. Glassed eyes again looked out to the waters and a third howl echoed, imbued with a new hope that Quake would still remember her after all this time, that Quake had not given up searching for her, that Quake would return to the memory of where the two had first claimed inklings for each other, that Quake would come save and protect her again.
She limped forwards, gargling another howl before collapsing onto her side, her chest heaving heavily in pained breath. Glassed eyes looked ahead towards the waters edge and the familiar log bench beside to where she had last spent a fond memory so many months ago with Quake. How long had it been now? Weeks? Months? Half a year? It was too long for her to recollect, and too much pain had befallen her since her sudden disappearance all that time ago.
A twig snapped behind her and large ears perked up sharply, turning towards the source of the sound. One of her captors had kept on her trail, or perhaps driven her closer to the town for his final act? All that mattered now was that her fight was not yet over.
Fleur mustered the last reserves of her strength, bringing herself to stand. Sharp teeth bore as she growled, deepening by the second as she flung herself into a vicious rage — the connection to the primal being of her barbarian ways and the joined power of her druids shape she had been stuck in unleashing itself all at once as she pounced upon the malarite cultist. Her jaw locking around whatever she could grab and sink into: an arm here, a leg there, a hand or a foot — it didn't matter as long as she held and dug in with everything she had, writhing and twisting and shaking as she put herself on the attack and her pursuer on the defense at last, turning the tables of her pain against her enemy.
At last the commotion ended, the green grass of the clearing stained red in blood as she stood the survivor over her former captor and pursuer. Slowly and uneasily she limped back to the waters edge, safe now that the high hunt upon her was finally at an end. Glassed eyes again looked out to the waters and a third howl echoed, imbued with a new hope that Quake would still remember her after all this time, that Quake had not given up searching for her, that Quake would return to the memory of where the two had first claimed inklings for each other, that Quake would come save and protect her again.