Eve

Chapter 4

I don't know what happened in this part ;-;

Eve's paws pounded on the hard-packed earth, much faster than seemed natural. Instead of many small steps, she was leaping, high and far, like a rabbit. She felt a tingling in her legs, similar to the one she felt before they were captured. Time seemed to slow, and she could hear every paw-step when suddenly she slammed into the dog in the middle. They careened into a tree, and the dog, who hit the tree with more impact, was killed. That was the good news. The bad news was that Eve was winded, and she fell onto the ground next to the bleeding, broken body of the dog. The dog whose muzzle Eve slashed sprinted over, the uninjured dog behind him. They prowled around the stunned Eve in a circle, close enough to watch her, but far enough away she couldn't hurt them. The scratched dog started barking, and, somehow, words filled over the barks in Eve's mind. "You killed my brother." The dog snarled. "You will die now." he leaped at Eve, aiming for her neck, and Eve instinctively launched her hind paws into the dog's stomach and flipped onto her feet. The dog skidded to a halt in a shower of dust a yard or two away, then charged at her again. When he was about to slam into Eve, she shot into the air and landed on a low branch in a tree. Instead of smashing into Eve, he hit his accomplice who had been standing behind her. After some arguing and tussling, they untangled and ran under the tree Eve was perched in. The dog Eve had injured, apparently named Scar, which she had heard the other dog, Rax, call him while they were arguing, attempted to climb the tree. He got his claws latched in the lowest branch, but he slipped and fell back down. Then Eve saw what tree she was in. It was a roserock tree. Roserock trees were tall, with dark brown wood and bark, pea-green sap, and stiff, needle-like leaves. Sort of like pine needles, but longer, sharper, and sturdier. The whole tree was also highly poisonous. There was a strong poison in the seeds, bark, sap, and especially the leaves. During times of conflict, the Nature tribe would put the leaves in dart guns and shoot them at approaching armies while concealed in the trees. The poison, along with the Nature tribe's deadly aim, left half the army writhing on the ground before the half that was still alive realized where a huge chunk of their party went. As Scar continued to try to scramble up the tree, Eve broke off a small branch of the tree. The pulled some of the leaves off, soaked them in sap that was slowly oozing out of the broken end of the branch, and flung them like a dart at Rax to test how well they worked. It silently pierced his neck and he instantly collapsed. Scar, trying to climb the tree, had not noticed the fact Rax was now silently dying on the ground. Eve made another dart and soon embedded it in Scar's neck. He fell back for the final time, wriggled on the ground, and only after his eyes glazed over did Eve flutter out of the tree. She glanced up at the board that hovered above the opponent's side, which showed how many of her enemies remained. She started walking through the forest setting, trying to find the one remaining dog. Soon she came upon a clearing near the opponent's door, with a female dog lying in the center. Her stomach was bloated with the promise of puppies extremely soon, and she lay, groaning, on her side in pre-birth spasms. Eve rushed over, but instead of killing the poor thing, she called the guards who were perched at each end of the arena. All of them were winged, and they flew down. When they saw the dog about to give birth, they carried her to a spot in the wall of the arena. They pressed their paws against the wall, and a small door slid open. They disappeared inside. After a few minutes of tense waiting, a pure white bat wolf emerged from the doorway, flew up to the announcer, whispered something in his ear, and flew back into the doorway. "Good news and bad." the announcer said. "I'll start with the good. The birth was successful, and there are three new dog pups. They will be raised as warriors and will fight in the Rouge's army when they are old enough. Now the bad news. The mother died in birth. She lost too much blood, and one of our nursing mothers will feed the pups." the crowd cheered, and Eve was ushered into the competitor's tunnel. A few more battles passed, and Eve volunteered for every battle that was for Paint and Blizzard. She learned that the door in the side of the arena could only be opened by arena guards and doctors, and severely injured winners that were near death but still killed their opponent would be taken there and healed. Eventually, the Rouge's second-in-command, Raven, came out to fight Hawthorn, who, like Eve, had made it to this level of fight. This time, instead of both doors opening simultaneously, Raven's door opened first and he trotted out, smiling under the skull he wore. Eve realized that Raven was the one who captured her and her friends. He pulled off the skull, revealing a startlingly handsome face, besides all the scars. "This raptor wolf is different from the rest. He was born into the Rouge's army and has fought his way in the arena up to second-in-command. But he learned a strong magic skill, unknown about to raptor wolves for generations. The ability to embed magic in his feathers. Different color feather tips have different effects. A few we know about (he hasn't told us all of his magic) are black is knockout, white slices through anything, light blue turns the recipient to pure ice, dark blue when launched into water turns the water to poison, and red (my personal favorite) forms a red and white bird that the wolf can control to do whatever he wants. Or they become a large flock of razor-sharp winged birds that attack the opponent. On that note, let out the competitor!" their door opened, and Hawthorn shot out like a brown bullet. Eve hoped Hawthorn wouldn't die. She had talked to him when neither of them was fighting and despite his dangerous attitude when in the arena, he was really not that bad. He was funny, with a sly personality, and she liked him. But now, Raven's feathers turned blood-red, launched out, and formed a large flock of tiny red-and-white birds. They attacked Hawthorn, slicing at anything that was uncovered, and he fell over and started swatting at the birds. The birds suddenly disappeared in small puffs of light, and Hawthorn looked up, confused and bleeding badly, to see the feathers on Raven's tail a pale yellow. They launched out, but instead of going to Hawthorn, they attached to Raven's shoulders. Soon, he had a large pair of wings. The feathers on his tail and his wings changed a deep green color as he launched into the air. He hovered above Hawthorn and launched three feathers on each side of him. Spiny vines erupted from the spots where they pierced the ground and the vines wrapped around Hawthorn in a crisscross pattern. He was pushed to the ground, and Raven landed next to him, pulling a pure white-tipped feather out of his tail. As his wings disintegrated, he calmly slit Hawthorn's throat. "A short yet eventful round!" the announcer said. "Next up, against Raven, is Eve!"