The clearing proved to offer shelter from the wolves whom roamed the area, searching desperately for their fearful prey. Until it didn't.
I had begun to feel safe in the haven, so much so I could feel the fear of being hunted slowly slip from my mind. One night, for I had lost count of the days, I stared up into the flame filled night. I heard the wolves cry, sending a shiver down my spine in spite of my relative saftey. The wolves howled all night, as the moon reached its zenith I realized that the wolf howls where close. Far to close.
I slung my bag over my shoulder and bolted to my feet, drawing my sword. On the ground below me, their figures crossed the clearing, at the edge of the tree line sat a wolf with bright yellow eyes. I knew then that he had invaded my sanctuary, and I wasn't going to stand for that. I also knew I was willing to stab him for it, perhaps removing evil from the world. I leapt into the air, launching myself towards him, a scream building in my throat. Malum watched me, a wolfish grin on his face, realization crossing his features to late. Blood began to mat his fur and a dark stain colored the ground around him as the ghostly flames of the night danced above us.
I tipped my head to the sky and screamed, slowly morphing into a howl as I screamed my heart, my hurt, my defiance, everything at the sky.
Nice job...
The surrounding wolves tipped their noses upwards and their voices filled the air along side my own. As my lungs burned for air I continued, finally I paused, panting for breath, as though my lungs had almost forgotten how to hold the precious air they had just expelled. The wolves voices slowly faded and they turned to face me, power gleaming in their eyes, yet it was nothing compared to the power I now wielded. With a vicious cry I swung my sword, slitting their throats and stopping their hearts. As the last wolf regarded me coldly I grinned slowly approaching them, my sword dragging behind me through the now blood soaked grass of the once beautiful clearing.
The wolf growled apprehensively fear hidden within its eyes. I grinned in reply, lifting my sword above my head, swinging. I paused a hair's length from the wolf before leaving a long, jagged cut down its shoulder, deep enough to scar, but not to kill. I turned and rinsed the blood from my sword and myself in the pool, the fish scattered before me.
Good, they know to fear...
I nod in agreeance with the voice in my mind, watching them hide as I wrung the water from my long, chestnut hair. I finish drying myself and gather all of my things before launching into the sky. I don't journey far that night, stopping just inside the line of trees atop a cliff surrounding the clearing.
That night the hunt finds me, I am barely aware of what I do during the battle. I know this though, I am the only one left standing and the flame of the sky casts ethral light over the dust and my blood which decorate the cliff face and the small plants within the forest's grasp. As I stand, staring at the destruction before me and the matching features adorning the blade of my sword I know. Destruction is beautiful.
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Desert Wings
FantasiIn Kara's village at the age if fifteen your wings are freed from the chains that have bound them. Once you can fly you must cross the White Desert, a land covered almost entirely in ice and snow, and the inhabitants are not all friendly. Gods and g...
