RexJen
Lord of Altera
Carlotta Winters was alone.
Although her eyes glimmered with sorrow her mind was clear. A growl emanated to the right, they were back. She wasn't surprised, they always came back for her. Slowly she turned towards them, the firelight setting off the red highlights in her russet cascade. She could almost see them watching her, their yellow eyes concealed by shadows, grey fur almost visible under watchful moon. There were more this time. They sensed her unease and moved closer. cornering her in front of the same tent that kept her safe.
She readied her staff, a poor weapon against wolves, but any advantage would need to be used if she was to survive. She growled softly. Trying to scare them off. This time it did not work, they growled back. Coming closer, as unstoppable as the tides.
The first one leapt at her, razor sharp teeth eager to ravage her flesh. A flick of her staff and the wolf was knocked clean out of the air. Soon as it fell she brought her foot down on its neck. Crushing its spine beneath her boot.
She growled deep in her throat, a threat, a challenge and a promise all in one. They came at her, staff and boots dealing blows all around her, driving them back, killing, maiming and bruising. But for every wolf she killed, another slash or bite made its way onto her body. Soon she was covered in dark blood. Her own blood. She yelled and screamed, a woman gone mad with fury. She drove the last surviving wolves away from her camp. Away from her.
As soon as the last sliver of darting grey was gone, the adrenaline faded. She felt as if her body was a pincushion, prodded with countless teeth.
She cleaned off in the river, water feeling so cold on her exhausted figure. She tore off strips from her rapidly shrinking clothes and bound her wounds, staying awake with force of will alone. Her head throbbing with each heartbeat and body aching like it was thirty years older.
She slid carefully into her sleeping bag, falling into a deep dreamless sleep.
She woke up to a warm hand resting on her waist, a familiar face leaning over her. It was him. She reached out her hand, trembling from blood loss she ran her fingers across his jawline, tearing up as he grinned like he had so many times before. "Hello Azoth" she whispered, feeling safe as she hadn't felt in all this time alone.
Although her eyes glimmered with sorrow her mind was clear. A growl emanated to the right, they were back. She wasn't surprised, they always came back for her. Slowly she turned towards them, the firelight setting off the red highlights in her russet cascade. She could almost see them watching her, their yellow eyes concealed by shadows, grey fur almost visible under watchful moon. There were more this time. They sensed her unease and moved closer. cornering her in front of the same tent that kept her safe.
She readied her staff, a poor weapon against wolves, but any advantage would need to be used if she was to survive. She growled softly. Trying to scare them off. This time it did not work, they growled back. Coming closer, as unstoppable as the tides.
The first one leapt at her, razor sharp teeth eager to ravage her flesh. A flick of her staff and the wolf was knocked clean out of the air. Soon as it fell she brought her foot down on its neck. Crushing its spine beneath her boot.
She growled deep in her throat, a threat, a challenge and a promise all in one. They came at her, staff and boots dealing blows all around her, driving them back, killing, maiming and bruising. But for every wolf she killed, another slash or bite made its way onto her body. Soon she was covered in dark blood. Her own blood. She yelled and screamed, a woman gone mad with fury. She drove the last surviving wolves away from her camp. Away from her.
As soon as the last sliver of darting grey was gone, the adrenaline faded. She felt as if her body was a pincushion, prodded with countless teeth.
She cleaned off in the river, water feeling so cold on her exhausted figure. She tore off strips from her rapidly shrinking clothes and bound her wounds, staying awake with force of will alone. Her head throbbing with each heartbeat and body aching like it was thirty years older.
She slid carefully into her sleeping bag, falling into a deep dreamless sleep.
She woke up to a warm hand resting on her waist, a familiar face leaning over her. It was him. She reached out her hand, trembling from blood loss she ran her fingers across his jawline, tearing up as he grinned like he had so many times before. "Hello Azoth" she whispered, feeling safe as she hadn't felt in all this time alone.
