Free Writes #1-3
Sept. 28, 2023 - The Sea washed against the rocky bank, touching a small figures black leather boots. The figure sat on a sea worn rock, the smooth surface freezing against her, soaking her thick, woolen legging barely keeping the cold away from her legs. She shivered, tugging the black leather jacket closer around her, cursing under her breath. Her blue-grey eyes stared at the distance, observing the horizon for any ships.
Two small, swirling black mists, her two gifted shadows, swirled lazily around her legs, the small forms darting between them. The figures eyes watched as the darted around, a from forming. Beside her sat a large, star speckled wolf, the white eyes staring into the horizon quietly. The figure sighed, placing a gloved hand on top of the star-kissed wolf’s head and petted it behind the ear, her mind lost in many thoughts as she stared at the Horizon.
The last weeks for weeks were rough for Cecelia, with the rising tensions in The Union and the Flora Kingdoms, she was busy in gathering information to use to try settle the tensions. Cecelia knew that something ancient was coming, rising from the depths of the world. The very thing she had being collecting information over for years, sending her agents on mission to recover objects of great power. Now, now she would be able to use what she had gathered to finally get something done.
Cecelia stretched, the wind ripping through her jacket that caused her to shiver again, pushing back the black hood to reveal a mess of dirty blonde hair, tucked into a high ponytail. To say she was worried was an understatement…
September 29, 2023 - The tall, brown grass swayed with the wind, the wide plains rippling like a wave with the motion. Sal-in stood tall, her green, gold flecked eyes scanning the fields for the next prey. Her pointed ears, the tip up-turned slightly, twitched as she picked up a small scattering noise of a field mouse in the distance.
She felt the wind along her arms, the green tattoos of her people glinting gently in the sunlight as she kneels on the ground, her eyes catching the signs of tracks in the ground. Sal-in studied them, her pale hand tracing the shape with a thin, sharp talon, as if determining what it is.
“Alka deer…” Sal-in murmured, her gaze focusing on the two-pointed hoof print in the ground. She frowned slightly as her eyes followed the prints, only for them to be swallowed up in the thick, brown grass.
A shout, so far in the distance she couldn’t make out what it said, caught her attention. Her head snapped up, her dark brown hair falling around her arm with the motion. Swiftly, she stood and focused, the sounds of the plains quieting as she tried to pinpoint where the shout was coming from.
There.
Another shout, though non-discernible, echoed in the distance, followed by a familiar whistle in a pattern that only the Hunters of the plains would know. Sal-in immediately took off, her powerful legs pushing her across the ground, the brown grass hitting harshly against her skin, the hits leaving a painful stinging sensation. She pushed herself faster, her body moving much faster then it should be humanly possible, her breaths even and calm as she moved towards the sounds of the whistle.
Someone had to have found something, Sal-lin thought, her ears picking up every sound it could beyond the harsh whistling of wind. She could feel her hair flowing behind her, the long braid whipping in the wind. The Whistling, now more distinct and louder then it was previously, caused a excitement to flow through her body, a smile gracing her lips as slowed down.
The whistling stopped as she approached a small encampment, the animal hide tents towering over the brown plains grass that swayed with the wind. The sounds of orders, sharping of blades, and fires crackling greeted her sensitive ears, and she took a breathe as stepped into the camp.
October 7th, 2023 - The forest was silent. Far to silent for Tarwin’s tastes. The wind was no where to be found, the sound of the birds and insects had died off a few minutes again. Tarwin took a deep breath, his hands gripping on the hilt of his dagger as he quietly stepped forward, her eyes scanning the area for any threats.
He was being hunted, Tarwin knew that for sure. The creature had followed him for out here in the forests of Mela’quen, one place he never thought it would follow. The magic that resided in this area should have deterred it from entering the forest, but yet it pushed through. The thought concern Tarwin, but he couldn’t dwell on it for long.
He spun on his heel when a branch snapped to her right, his green cloak swirling around as his grip tightened on the handle, panic settling into his chest. Bright, glowing purple eyes stared back, a twist grin on the creatures maw as it stepped silently into the clearing.
Tarwin shift, his body settling into a defensive stance as his dark green eyes remained on the creature, a grim expression on his face.
Perhaps he should have left the jewels alone, or at least killed the damn creatures when he had a chance. His eyes narrowed as the creature drew closer, a nasty sound leaving it’s throat.
The creature was a hideous thing to look at. Practically skin and boys, its form resembled a kind of large wolf, but no fur graced it’s black skin. Its snout was far to long, the eyes far to narrow. Its ears were similar to a rabbits, and the thin, deadly tail was laced in shadows. The creatures paws were shrouded with pitch black mist that swirled around it.
Damn shadow hounds, Tarwin thought, always coming after him. He swore mentally that the nobility of Firean needed to stop sending these things after him; he was getting extremely tired of killing these things.
The creatures, an older shadow hound from the looks of it, pounced, a ragged snarl leaving its throat as it aimed for his neck.
