My face hit the snow with tremendous force. For a moment, my world went too dim for sight or sound, but I vaguely heard a ringing in my ears and felt the large mass pressed against my body ease up somewhat, then redouble in its efforts to crush me.
But nothing cracked. In neither my face nor in my body, nothing seemed to give way, of that I was fairly sure. Probably.
I gasped for breath and struggled to keep my eyes open. Black spots danced across my vision. Instinctively, my hand began reaching out across the earth, hoping to find some kind of purchase – anything – that might serve me.
The man above me dug his claws haphazardly into my neck, feeling around clumsily. His movements seemed desperate, hasty. If anything,
Julius squirmed, but I did not relent. Part of me knew I was acting too rough with the boy; and on a battlefield no less! But LUNA. Was he TRYING to get himself killed? When I spoke, it was with a barely contained fury that verged on tears. "Do you even know what I would do, Julius, if you got yourself killed out here? Because I don't. If you threw away all of my efforts to protect you and your friends, just so you could come and play hero for a while?" He'd stopped trying to move, and I released him. Slowly, I rose to my feet. My legs ached. My arms ached. My head felt compressed. I squinted, scanning my surroundings, while the glare threate
Chains clinked and snapped this way and that, but to Rufias it seemed that there were always more to be broken."Get yourselves to a safe distance!" Surry called as the last of the prisoners became free. "If you can't defend yourself, we will escort you! Oh, Fawn, your arm is bleeding..."Always more chains. This wasn't the first time.That didn't stop his eyes from tearing up, as Rufias embraced one after another of his beloved family, each thought to be lost, before ushering them on their way out of the old warehouse and into the sunlight.*The battle’s almost over* he whispered to his mate, *but I haven't seen any sign of the big one.
Without waiting for so much as an opening I flung myself across the snowy turf, muscles pumping, arcing forward like a bolt of lightning.Tiefing's eyes widened. He stepped back a pace, but rather than meeting me, he actually dove to one side as my claws just barely missed his flank.I recovered quickly, though. Turning on my heel I continued my assault, leaving Tiefing little space to regain his feet between warding my attacks.'Fight back, you bastard' I thought as my irritation grew.He apparently quickly grew tired of being cornered. With a wide swipe of his arm and a howl of frustration, Tiefing
~ Cillium ~*Rayla! Rayla? Can you hear me? I'm coming! I... I'm fine!*Damnit! Why wasn't she responding? Was she hurt? Was she...'Will you calm down a bit?' That wolfish voice inside my chest scolded me bitterly. 'You're losing too much blood as it is. Don't kill yourself just trying to reach to her, she's not worth it anyway.'I bit my lip, feeling the blood forming in my mouth. It tasted all too familiar.'
A lone figure hurried across the snow. Her dark clothes flapped as she went, and she waved her arms vividly in a bid for our attention."Tira!!" I shouted, feeling my heart swell. Oh, LUNA!'Julius... Your mother is safe. I'll be able to keep my promise to you, after all.'My glee quickly changed to frustration however. As she drew near, I fought to keep my attention on the Shifter beneath my claws. Tiefing still hadn't moved, which was surprising... But that didn't mean he wouldn't.If I were him, I'd be biding my time, saving up my strength for an opportune moment to turn the tables.
The forest burned.How the fuck did the firest burn? Those were evergreens! And it was winter...'Somebody set the fire.'"But why" I breathed. Oh Luna, our great forest! Was this the work of Tiefing's pack? My own?A sign?I halted just at the forest's edge. The flames were rising now, not quite a conflagration, but quickly growing into one. Most of the trees I could se
A large figure lay motionless, sprawled among the roots of a great tree. Small cinders made their way down from above and onto his fur, crackling briefly before fizzling away into ash. Through the heated air I couldn't tell whether or not he still breathed.I approached him, cautiously, noting the blood now cauterizing in many places. He looked like death – he even smelled like it. I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the boy, as strange as that seemed.I knelt down beside Tiefing and examined his face more closely. Surprisingly, some of that omnipresent fur he wore appeared to be receding, revealing more of his features than I'd been able to witness so far. His snout seemed to be shortening, too, no doubt because he was unconscious, though I suspected he w
A comfortable breeze, like from a warm, sandy beach washed over me. Now, why would that be?My legs felt stiff. Beneath me I felt smooth sediment against my skin. So it was sand… Where was I? Was I in a desert?Was I dead?"So, the hero awakens."That voice was one I knew all too well. Strangely, it didn't aggravate me now quite so much as it used to. I suppose I had come to accept its place in my head rather than fight it... even if the two of us didn't often see eye-to-eye.Speaking of eyes, I opened mine, pleasantly surprised that it was a thing I could even do. My body felt light, almost numb, though my movements seemed to requir