The Legends of Dawn ~ Book 1. Chained Ice

Chapter 1

There would be the repeated thud of boots hitting the ground. The ground damp from the thick mist ahead. The figure of interest would run into the clearing. He'd be tall about eight feet in height, from first glance he'd look skinny, but that would only be a trick in the appearance of his tall size. He'd have quite the sturdy build, his face rugged and strong. He'd have long, black hair, tannish brown skin, and he would be wearing a worn-out, gray, jean, short-sleeved jacket, with a light gray T-shirt underneath, and black jean pants. He would wear a gray beanie and a light gray scarf, and there would be a large chain strapped over his gray T-shirt.

He'd turn around to the rustle of leaves behind him.

"Not ten minutes into this thick, foggy area of the forest and I'm already being attacked....just my luck." He'd thought to himself.

The first one would appear from the brush ahead in unremarkable speed. Despite that speed, the man would be able it block the attack. Four more of the creatures would appear from the brush all around them. The creatures bore their fangs, they were black with blood red, glowing streaks on their backs. They'd be like were-wolves, standing on their hind legs, but their claws were long and jagged, their fangs were pure silver, and with each puff of breath a dark red gas streamed out.

"Sin hounds....", He'd mumble to himself. "....the Werewolf's Predator."

Two lunged at him, claws ready to tear him apart. He'd kick one to the side, and punch the other in the snout. The others would join in, trying to tackle him one by one. He'd grab two by their necks, his hands would grow cold, ice forming around them and the Sin Hounds' necks. He'd slam their heads together. Their necks snapping apart. He'd raise his hand and spikes of metal rose from the ground around him, impaling two others. "...damned puppies.", He'd growled through his teeth. He'd turn his head to the last one, it'd take a step back it's growl turning into a whimper.

"....you want to try too?", He'd glare at the hound with his icy blue/ brown eyes. They'd be a sort of a mixture of the two, his eyes normally being brown but changing to an icy blue whenever his powers are in use.

The hound would snarl then raise his snout to the sky and howl. Almost instantly 3 other hounds appeared. Soon after a man, about 6 feet in height, appeared in a black cloak.

"Well done, very well done.", The man would say clapping his hands slowly. "Tell me, tall guy. What is your name?"
"Zion" He'd say it as he stepped forward, kicking once of the heads to the side. "...and just who are you?", Zion would have a blank expression on his face. His cold eyes lock on the man.
"They call me Tamer, and these lovely little hounds are just one of the many creatures I can tame.", He'd wave his hands over to them as if they were performers being presented to the stage. "I'm co-leader of our little group. Our leader, the ruler of the town of Aurora, doesn't take kindly to intruders."
".....the small town ahead.....he rules that?", Zion's voice would show a bit of doubt. "I have a feeling you lot are more of a group of bandits....".
"Maybe, maybe not.... You won't get in town to find out." Tamer's form would grow unstable, his right arm forming into a huge hammer. He'd swing it at Zion, the speed was incredible. Zion was just able to raise a slab of iron in front of the hammer. Both he and the slab would be pushed towards the trees. They would stop before they'd reach it. Zion would waste no time, he'd push the slab back into the ground and start rushing towards Tamer and the hounds. He'd cock his arm back readying a punch, thick steam would build up as well as a layer of ice. His hand underneath would turn to iron.

"Well let's get this one over with.",Tamer would ready his hammer arm again.

"He's definitely a shape shifter no doubt...." Zion thought to himself.

Zion would be in the middle of the field by now, he'd thrust his foot into the ground for a speed boost, causing the ground to crack beneath him. Tamer would swing the hammer as Zion threw his punch.
There would be a crackling of ice, and a burst of air. Zion would be sent flying into the trees with no sign of stopping.