04-08-2012, 11:41 PM
A loud unavoidable yelp escaped the silver she wolf's lips as a sudden jolt of pain struck her back. With the large breath that followed the pain she smelled blood. Turning her head, she looked over her own shoulder to see four gashes about an inch apart and five inches long. Her silver pelt was stained crimson red by her own bright red blood. It draped itself over the length of her back and down her tail seeping through her fur and dripping down her sides to the ground below. Another whimper of agony escaped her as she tried to recover from the pain that hindered her. Her blue-green eyes darted every which way trying to find the culprit of her injury blurred by the pain. As she gazed around her with wary eyes all she could see was pitch black darkness. Every now and then she would see a gleam of light, unmistakable as the reflection of moonlight against another wolf's pelt. She stood up taller and more dominant trying to brush off the agonizing pain. Walking around in circles she glared into the darkness knowing she had to defend herself from someone, or something. A loud frightening howl could be heard, she spun around trying to defer which way it had come from. But, it was everywhere echoing back to the frail injured fae. Her ears swiveled on top of her head like a radar, her nose wiggling in front of her seeking out a scent restlessly.
She was in panick. Snarls rippled her muzzle accompanied by fearsome barks. Show yourself damnit! Stop being such a coward and show your face!! She yelled into the darkness. Her only response was a mocking laugh that echoed around her. It was a familiar voice, a kind voice. This was a voice she'd grown up with, a voice she had missed dearly...until now. Now it was the voice of her torturer and she hated it, despised it with every inch of her being. She lowered her head with anguish. Anguish for hearing this voice, and for the physical pain she was feeling. Rowan, I know it's you. Drosnav got you didn't he? He corrupted you just like he did the rest. If that's the case then show yourself to me. Out from the darkness the red wolf approached her. His jaws were pulled back in a nasty malicious grin. Fayne's hackles rose at the site of him. He wasn't the wolf she'd grown up with, not anymore. As he neared her he chuckled again, he came so close to her that she could feel his breath on her face. He was a considerable amount taller than her now and seemed to tower over her. She felt her body lower submissively for fear of him. But, her face said she wanted to tear him to shreds aside from the subtle longing in her eyes to make nice and reunite with her old friend. Fayne, I see you're still the same tiny unimportant scum you were back then. Suppose we'll just have to do this wold a favor and get rid of you. You see, Drosnav was right. He was always right. We were stupid children, but I'm not anymore and I'm going to show you.
In front of her eyes he began to shift not even taking a step back. His bones began altering and moving under his skin with the audible crackling and snapping of tendons. Although it sickened her she couldn't draw her eyes away from him. Loud growls accompanied his change, his salivary glands producing more saliva than his jaws could hold dripping from his jowls and onto her face. The whole time his eyes were on her and when he finished he squatted in front of her and huffed in her face, his breath was hot on her skin. Stupid, stupid wolf He spat. He raised his hand and swatted her. The petite wolf flew at least ten feet and skidded against the ground rolling a few times before she came to a halt. With much effort Fayne lifted herself and began limp away slowly. She wobbled, overcome by pain. Behind her she could hear the thud of Rowan's two feet as he walked towards her. She tried to quicken her pace but despite her effort it remained the same. Eventually she could hear him breathing as he stood behind her, mocking laughs directed towards her as she squabbled. She turned to look at him, his hand was raised ready to slash her again. As his hand came down on her she curled up into a ball, whimpering loudly.
The silver fae awoke with a loud yelp, her body was trembling uncontrollably and she was panting loudly. Her eyes darted all around the dark cave, her family all curled up sleeping as usual. Though she knew she was safe she couldn't shake the terrifying feelings that followed her from the nightmare. Knowing she wouldn't be able to fall asleep now she quietly left the den to get some fresh air. As she walked her body was weak as if she'd actually been struck that last time by Rowan, her back felt numb where she'd been hit the first time. She strode a fair distance from the cave still trembling and whimpered softly to herself unable to snap back into reality. All the things he'd said echoed in her mind and toyed with her emotions. If that ever did truly happen she didn't know what she'd do. To see her own family turned into those monsters she wouldn't be able to handle it. If it came down to it she wanted to be able to protect herself, and her new family. These thoughts continued to roll through her mind and she was helpless to stop them. Doubt encompassed her. It would have been a rare occasion if her mother, father, and Rowan had escaped Drosnav. But, she couldn't believe it unless she saw it with her own two eyes and she would have to confront it eventually so better prepare herself for it then to sit and wait helplessly. Her mind shifted to what Zalen had told her in the meadow. How dreams were reminders. They teach us our weaknesses so that we can learn from them and better ourselves. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to collect her thoughts.
She was in panick. Snarls rippled her muzzle accompanied by fearsome barks. Show yourself damnit! Stop being such a coward and show your face!! She yelled into the darkness. Her only response was a mocking laugh that echoed around her. It was a familiar voice, a kind voice. This was a voice she'd grown up with, a voice she had missed dearly...until now. Now it was the voice of her torturer and she hated it, despised it with every inch of her being. She lowered her head with anguish. Anguish for hearing this voice, and for the physical pain she was feeling. Rowan, I know it's you. Drosnav got you didn't he? He corrupted you just like he did the rest. If that's the case then show yourself to me. Out from the darkness the red wolf approached her. His jaws were pulled back in a nasty malicious grin. Fayne's hackles rose at the site of him. He wasn't the wolf she'd grown up with, not anymore. As he neared her he chuckled again, he came so close to her that she could feel his breath on her face. He was a considerable amount taller than her now and seemed to tower over her. She felt her body lower submissively for fear of him. But, her face said she wanted to tear him to shreds aside from the subtle longing in her eyes to make nice and reunite with her old friend. Fayne, I see you're still the same tiny unimportant scum you were back then. Suppose we'll just have to do this wold a favor and get rid of you. You see, Drosnav was right. He was always right. We were stupid children, but I'm not anymore and I'm going to show you.
In front of her eyes he began to shift not even taking a step back. His bones began altering and moving under his skin with the audible crackling and snapping of tendons. Although it sickened her she couldn't draw her eyes away from him. Loud growls accompanied his change, his salivary glands producing more saliva than his jaws could hold dripping from his jowls and onto her face. The whole time his eyes were on her and when he finished he squatted in front of her and huffed in her face, his breath was hot on her skin. Stupid, stupid wolf He spat. He raised his hand and swatted her. The petite wolf flew at least ten feet and skidded against the ground rolling a few times before she came to a halt. With much effort Fayne lifted herself and began limp away slowly. She wobbled, overcome by pain. Behind her she could hear the thud of Rowan's two feet as he walked towards her. She tried to quicken her pace but despite her effort it remained the same. Eventually she could hear him breathing as he stood behind her, mocking laughs directed towards her as she squabbled. She turned to look at him, his hand was raised ready to slash her again. As his hand came down on her she curled up into a ball, whimpering loudly.
The silver fae awoke with a loud yelp, her body was trembling uncontrollably and she was panting loudly. Her eyes darted all around the dark cave, her family all curled up sleeping as usual. Though she knew she was safe she couldn't shake the terrifying feelings that followed her from the nightmare. Knowing she wouldn't be able to fall asleep now she quietly left the den to get some fresh air. As she walked her body was weak as if she'd actually been struck that last time by Rowan, her back felt numb where she'd been hit the first time. She strode a fair distance from the cave still trembling and whimpered softly to herself unable to snap back into reality. All the things he'd said echoed in her mind and toyed with her emotions. If that ever did truly happen she didn't know what she'd do. To see her own family turned into those monsters she wouldn't be able to handle it. If it came down to it she wanted to be able to protect herself, and her new family. These thoughts continued to roll through her mind and she was helpless to stop them. Doubt encompassed her. It would have been a rare occasion if her mother, father, and Rowan had escaped Drosnav. But, she couldn't believe it unless she saw it with her own two eyes and she would have to confront it eventually so better prepare herself for it then to sit and wait helplessly. Her mind shifted to what Zalen had told her in the meadow. How dreams were reminders. They teach us our weaknesses so that we can learn from them and better ourselves. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes to collect her thoughts.