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Chapter 14: Fissures
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Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 15: Bitter Destiny
Oblivious towards their solemn mood, the birds continued to chirp happily in the treetops. Their song, carried to them by a pleasant breeze, the vibrant winged beasts hopped carelessly from the limbs of the surrounding trees. Their merriment, the sole noise that seemed to penetrate the pair’s thoughts as they progressed further from Mater Luna territory. There was no conversation between them, only unanswered questions.The world around them, completely impartial to the experiences of their tumultuous journey thus far and the agitation of the pair’s emotions, Tilla almost felt resentful towards it as they continued to walk.The thick carpet of moss and leaves upon the forest floor, giving way underfoot in a manner that made Tilla doubt even her steps. She forced herself to trudge forward in the direction that the sun and the stars dictated as she contemplated the consistent mess of upheavals that seemed to rule their lives. The uncertainty recent events had instilled in her in regard
Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 16: A Thread of Sympathy
Tilla’s outburst eliciting a crumpling of dead foliage and the frantic scurrying of four pairs of tiny feet. The startled spies scrambled over one another as they fled from their hiding place. Flying in different directions from the hollow trunk of a fallen tree. They did not pause to look back, for fear that they should be caught by the fiery red headed woman they had been surveying curiously before.However, in doing so, the smallest and less agile of the bunch was left behind. Too occupied in his haste to see adequately his surroundings, the child had fallen victim to the upturned root of a large oak. Subdued by the rogue appendage, the boy tumbled spectacularly head over heels onto the ground. His hair left askew and nose covered in dirt, the child took hold of his wrist. Cradling it to his chest, he began to cry pitifully as he sat alone on the forest floor. The child’s face distorted by pain and the fresh anguish of his friends’ abandonment, it evoked a sympathy within Till
Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 17: Renewed Resolve
The fire, spewing a flurry of golden embers as it consumed another mossy log that had been thrust into its seductive flames. There was a popping and hissing that burst forth that accompanied the conversation of the people who had been drawn to surround its heat. Their faces illuminated by the flames that sprung up from the pit, they cast grim shadows upon the wearied complexions of the strangers as they spoke.Their tales full of the tragedy and anguish, which had led them to inhabit this remote part of the woods, Tilla listened stoically from where she sat. Sequestered to the less occupied perimeter of the communal fire, where only a vague fragment of its light could reach her. Stories of the atrocities the Red Witch and her soldiers had committed, were carried towards her on an amicable breeze. Whilst some unpleasant memories of the bloodshed and wreckage they had witnessed were recounted tearfully; there were others who expressed a hot anger towards the world’s injustice and the vi
Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 18: The Villain that Lived
The sky tinged in an aggressive hue of red that reflected upon the barren plains, Tilla sighed as she watched the crimson sun sink deeper into land. The exhalation, wafting from her parched lips in clouds of warm air that drifted towards the heavens. It mingled amidst the other pale wisps of vapor overhead, whilst she remained. Trapped in a hellish landscape that had been marred by the scars of battle and strewn with the bodies of fallen men. Tilla felt a numbness towards their fate and to the bitter chill of the air that nipped at her nose as their blood soaked into the veins of dry earth at her feet. The atmosphere, thick with the overwhelming stench of death, there was no breeze to stir the corpses from their tortured slumber as Tilla stood solemnly amongst them. Her head bent in reflection of her actions, Tilla paid her quiet respects to the number of souls that laid before her. Their faces twisted into pained grimaces and stained with their own blood, she at least held her foes
Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 19: A Trick of the Moon
Their decision made, Luther and Tilla trudged towards the throng of approaching looters. Discerning that the element of surprise had been lost, there was no digression about the couple’s movements in the darkened forest. Twigs and leaves crunching underfoot to announce their advance, these vague rustlings were soon drowned out by the thundering rhythm of hooves and the thud of heavy boots that charged towards the camp.The sound of the invaders’ progress punctuated by Luther’s paws as they beat out a steady canter upon the ground. The chaotic percussion resonated within Tilla. Found to be both simultaneously unsettling and exhilarating, the cacophony of noise hummed a familiar war chant deep in her chest. Feeling that this was not the first time for this curious surge of dread and anticipation to pound against her chest, Tilla was urged forward by the fever it excited within her. Exasperated that the very thing she had been trying so desperately to expunge from her mind was not to be
Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 20: Inauspicious Meetings
Not a shred of life remaining in the campsite besides the Lycan and the Witch. They were to depart from the tattered tents and the scattered ashes of the communal fires that had been used to warm the refugees of the oncoming war whilst they cooked their meals later that day. Their progress neither fettered nor reinvigorated by the short time they had spent in the camp. The pair’s encounters there were merely to provide them with more hours of reflection during the arduous trek to come.Traversing sinuous rivers and golden fields of wheat and barley in their effort to reduce their run-ins with civilization. Tilla and Luther were to endure all of the hardships of the wilderness and of nature’s fickle temperament in the days to follow. Encountering torrential rains and hours the pressures of scorching heat under the confinement of their coverings with little opportunities for rest found in the tenuous sleep that night granted to them. They suffered exhaustion, dehydration, and minor woun
Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 1: Village Witch
Surrounded by darkness, Tilla shivered as the wind howled relentlessly over the moors. Her dress torn, it proved insufficient in warding off the persistent drizzle that saturated the night. The dampened red locks of Tilla’s disheveled hair clinging to her face and neck, she wiped them away from her eyes as she attempted to take in her surroundings. Brambles and thistles scraping against the exposed skin on her legs and arms, she clambered shakily to a standing position. Not one inch of her body appeared to have been spared from a cut or a bruise of some description, these seemed old pains that were numbed mildly by the unforgiving chill that permeated the air. Searching the land for any semblance of familiarity, Tilla could discern amongst the dark and desolate hills of the moorlands that she recognized, much less that suggested anything of home. ‘Home? Where was home?’ She thought. The answer, eluding her, Tilla felt her heart rate begin to quicken. Finding that her memories remain
Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 2: Run, Witch, Run
Discarded leaves and fallen branches crunching viciously underfoot, they betrayed every hurried step as Tilla ran through the forest. Her heart pounding against the confines of her chest and lungs burning from the strain, they beseeched her to stop. However, Tilla knew she could not as the shouts of men could still be distinguished some seventy paces behind her. Unsure for how much longer she would be able to evade the relentless pursuit, she crashed through thick limbs of foliage in the dark wood. Their barbs and sharp thorns scraping against Tilla as she rushed past, she thought back to the events which had brought her here.“I’m telling you! I have a bad feeling about this Rogan.” a voice erupted from inside the humble but moderately sized home. Recognizing the high-pitched premonition to have been issued by the headstrong and resilient young woman who was known to be Rogan’s wife. Tilla heard an irritated reply to follow shortly after, “Do not fret over these matters, Merda. Strat
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- Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 20: Inauspicious Meetings
- Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 19: A Trick of the Moon
- Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 18: The Villain that Lived
- Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 17: Renewed Resolve
- Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 16: A Thread of Sympathy
- Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 15: Bitter Destiny
- Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 14: Fissures
- Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 13: The Traitor’s Return
- Lone Witch, Rogue Wolf Chapter 12: Free Fall
