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11. The One To Be Feared.

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Deadly Darkness || Chapter Eleven || The One To Be Feared.

Kris cursed under her breath, fight or flight?

A small evil smirk appeared on her face as knew what she wanted to do, fight it was.

Not that she would ever pick flight again. She'd run enough times in her life, she wouldn't again.

They remained in silence as their intruders planned their attack unaware that they knew.

Vlader per Kris's instructions stood behind a tree while was a few steps in front.

Kris heard the ten wolves move out in a circular form, caging them in.

Smart move. So not un-experience fighters, fun.

The wolves one by one appeared out of the woodlands.

Pack.

Kris could tell by their alike scent.

The wasn't a territory around here for miles after all who would want to live in DeathValley. Cliche name. It was named when everyone that enter the wood never returned... Alive.

Kris remained silent watching waiting. Half the wolves shifted back to human form while the other five stayed in wolf form.

When shifting back to human form your clothes are gone but in their place was a wraparound sheet of animal skin covering up necessary parts.

"Who are you" the leader snarled.

Alpha.

"My name doesn't matter for now, but this is my land therefore you are trespassing. By law I could kill you all" Kris informed them.

Alpha-boy made a feral sound at the indirect fret.

"We are claiming Death Valley territory for the Bleeding Moon pack. Any and all creature here will be moved or killed"

In her signature move Kris tilted her head to the side watching as if contemplating what to do with him.

In a sugary sweet voice she asked "Do you know who's territory this is?"

"This is no mans land you filthy rogue, enough of this talk attack!"

As the leaped forwards she told them in a single word, "Mors" (death)

All ten stumbled eyes wild with fear, even the alpha though he hid it better then his comrades.

"Mors doesn't like intruders, well unless she's bored then due plays with them" Kris tells them feeding their fears.

While she continued to scare them she without their knowledge pulled Vlader's small body into her back.

"Just yesterday she killed five man without remorse or guilt. Mors never feels guilt over her kills. Leave her forest now and you won't be killed" Kris snarled speaking in the third person.

Alpha boy growled before bounding off into there forest, his pack of mutts following his lead.

"Why didn't you kill them?"

Vlader asked from beside her.

She looked down the kid and grinned, "who said I'm not going too? Plus sometimes its funner to screw with people's heads" she chuckled darkly.

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Three months had passed by with no return of the mutts though Kris knew it was a matter of time, probably gathering forces.

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Vlader stood in the tree, bow in hand quiver tied to his thigh. Numerous maybe hundreds of arrows sat in same like quivers all around him and in close trees.

Kris had trained him, if it could even be called that, in weaponry.

"Today we learn weaponry" Kris told him twirling a bow around. On the ground beside her Kris had set up a collection of knifes, throwing knives.

"Fail!" She shouted at Vlader every time he missed the bulls-eye.

"Fail!"

"Fail!"

"Fail!"

Emotions overrun Vlader as Kris continued to shout out at his every failed attempt.

She hadn't even taught him to hold the bow right just gave it to him, sat down eyes closed and called out his failure.

Vlader released the arrow while pointing it at Kris just as it was about to connect with her head she moved lightening fast.

She smirked, eyes still closed and called out again, "fail!"

Pissed beyond belief Vlader took ever arrow out one by one in a frenzy shooting of arrow after arrow.

A second of silence rung out before Kris calmly stated, "Mark"

With each weapon Kris gave him it start all over again til Vlader no longer had to be high in emotions to shoot, swing, throw or jab perfectly.

Vlader was be no means a seasoned warrior but he was better the done of the guards had been at the castle, but he was coming along.

He took a deep breath in if he failed Kris would hunt him down and kill him. Her words and quote "run, miss, hit me or fail and your head will be stuffed and placed on my mantle, got it?"

To which Vlader had just gulped and nodded.

From his peach he saw wolves at all angles conveying on Kris's clearing.

How will she live?

Kris felt the stupid pack wolves approaching her direction.

Incompetent.

Their attempt at remaining silent was moot point. She child hear them breathing just as well as she could hear Vlader strumming the string of his bow nervously, from just to the left above her.

Laying back hands behind get head Kris begun to whistle a hunting melody.

Letting the wolves know she was here.

For she was,

"The One To Be Feared"