The World of Dreams

Chapter 4

Angela's beast ran full speed through the darkness, bounding gracefully over any obstacles. Her fingers were clutched in Dymosis's hair, body stiff. She wasn't in control of her actions, still, with only her thoughts as her ally.

Dymosis seemed in control and calm, but he was protective. He thundered at sudden movements.

He took her bounding through the woods with hair flying. He seemed to be set on a destination, and was determined to get her there, alive, most likely, because the beast became even tense at movements of plants and wind. She couldn't hear him, but she felt the tightening of his skin and the vibrations on her hands and thighs.

In her mind, she called it her beast. And furthermore, she felt safe in his care now. She wasnt really sure why.

Angela had been terrified, no doubt about that. As Dymosis ran with grace through the darkness, she had worried on what Fate had in store for her. Was it taking her to be eaten? Or to someone who would kill her? Why was he so protective then? So many possibilities ran through her head all at once.

It had startled her when Dymosis knelt down for her, and even more so when she hopped on his back. Her control was mostly gone, but her eyes were wide and curious at the beast. She couldn't be sure of what the creature's desires with her being, but her body moved without her control, so she didn't really have a choice.

But now, she wasn't worried. She felt safe on the beast. Nothing in the dark would dare try to brawl with the massive killer. The chance of coming in contact with a creature bigger than Dymosis was low, so even remotely doubting him was not needed.

A thin line of trees that opened into a large mossy circle approached them as Dymosis bounded forward. He stopped in the clearing. Angela sat on him, as her knuckles tightened on his coarse fur in fear.

Three boys, one tall and two shorter, stood rigid holding bows and knives in the middle of the clearing. The tall one had an arrow drawn in the bow pointed on the ground. At a moment's glance, you could tell he was a leader of some sort. The other two welded knives tightly in clutched fingers with arms crossed. All had scowls and cold eyes.

They were odd all together. Each had wild hair that swept across their face. Leather, fur, and anything else to protect them was what they had worn. Bandanas on an arm with a weapon in the other. It was like they belonged to a cult.

Dymosis stared at them, his head cocked to the side. Angela couldn't see their expressions, but the tallest boy lifted his bow. The beast snarled, his head whipped towards him. The boy raised it at arm level, and pulled the bow string harder.

Angela's eyes widened. He was going to shoot her animal.

"No!" She felt herself screamed, her voice sounded like she was speaking through a cycling fan, slow and disoriented. Her scream had reached the boy's ears, she knew it did, but it was too late. The boy let the string go, and the arrow whizzed by. Dymosis was quicker, however. He dodged it with no trouble. Dymo was a big and strong animal, so he could defiantly dodge an arrow, but how many arrows would he have to avoid? He let out a ferocious growl of warning.

The other two shared a grin. They slide their knives into place and grinned at Dymosis, who lowered Angela to the ground. He shoved her over to the side, and growled a warning. She was to stay right here. Angela saw the boys running closer to him.

"No! Please!" She screamed at them. It hurt too much to think of her beast dying. She felt like he was her protector now, like it was her responsibility to take care of him as well.

The two didn't even spare her a glance; they were too busy raising their knives high. Dymosis weighted on his hind legs and stood to pounce at them. As they came closer, he leaned back more and more.