"Meda.."
Silver eyes stare upwards and outward to the sky. The darkened dreary landscape of the woods twists with the roaring wind.
Hands encircling the ornate flowy beads and fringe making up the dress framing the tall somewhat frail female.
Her fingers tremble only slightly as she feels the beginnings of rain drops prickle against her skin.
"The storm is upon us."
Her eyes drift over the woods, the air shrinks slightly before a booming strike lights up the sky.
Her eyes lift upwards as she closes them, the air in her lungs comes out slow and steady. Her fingers flex at her sides as her eyes dart back opened.
A whispy voice filling the air as her body seems to grow light, airy, and unhinged by natural means.
"The lycan is closing in. She brings fury and pain, we will bear witness to the refreshing moonlight after the fall."
A set of hands encircle her frail body, her voice comes without pleas as her silver eyes shift onto the demon holding her up.
"You do not terrify me. You're merely a traveling loneliness."
Meda's face twist only slightly as the thing's sickly twisted hand clamps around her waist.
"H-He will find you. His power will hinder your tasks."
Her voice breaks on the ends as her breath strains. Her fingers tremble as they hold against the demon's unrelenting grasp.
"Y-you will suffer for your s-sins.."
Her body jolts suddenly, the air filling thickly with the overpowering scent of iron. The sickly sweet scent of blood as Meda's body twists while her shrill shriek fills the air.
A single breath, a single gasp, and then the thunder of paws. Her horror filled face twists with a knowing smirk, her body shakes relentlessly as her frail fingers lift unto the demon's skin. Her crimson blood feathers against the creatures skin as her fingers glide over it's arm.
Blood leaks onto the ground as her weak fingers trail seemingly in a ghostly pattern.
"S-She will pass final judgment. His thundering paws have reached my side."
Her silver eyes grow pale as a slight irregular breath passes her lips. Her body grows weak and limp, her fingers falling off from the creature's arm.
A swift thunder erupts through the air, the night sky lights up. A set of deadly darkened eyes pop up against the dark furry wall of pure power surging through the wooded clearing.
It darts and speeds like a bullet towards the creature. A single breath and three flashes of lightning. Each lights up the woods, showing the dark wolf darting closer.
The thundering paws slip and dig into the ground as he pushes himself towards this unruly demon. The limp body of the priestess driving him forwards.
His paws crunch into the mud, he does not skid but merely skips over the air with his speed.
The resounding crunch of bones rattle the air. Darkened eyes zip to the creature as it heaves the female into the closest tree.
The space grows silent, the wolf's paws dig into the mud as its muzzle snaps closed. His teeth digging into his own tongue. He stills himself, the growing unruly atmosphere hangs lower.
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Alpha's Perfect Breed
WerewolfAt a year old she was just a happy, bouncy baby. By the time she turned two the home was filled with numerous sets of giggles. When she turned 3 there were many words and even a new friend but when she turned 4 everything changed. The once smiling a...
