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Authors: A. E. McCullough
neck arched, the white wolf’s forehead buckled with muscular tension. Slowly opening his mouth, he drew back his lips exposing his impressive canines. A low deep growl broke the silence. Looking ready to explode into action with his legs stiffened, tail trembling and his fur bristling, he waited for Blackfang to make the first move.
Blackfang mirrored the white wolf’s aggressive stance and growled back. The wolves just stared at each other for several seconds. Blackfang tried circling the white wolf, which just pivoted his position, never letting Blackfang get behind him or too close to the injured elf.
Suddenly Blackfang attacked, coming in low with a quick lunge of his snapping teeth. Rising up on his hind legs, the white wolf counterattacked with a swipe from his powerful paws, followed by his own bite. Blackfang countered with his own swipe and bite. The two wolves continued this attack-counterattack routine for several minutes. Both were bleeding from numerous wounds but it seemed that neither could gain the advantage. They seemed completely balanced in power.
Finally the white wolf scored a solid bite to Blackfang’s throat which caused him to flinch in pain. The white wolf held on and began to shake his head back and forth, trying to rip open Blackfang’s throat.
In an act of desperation, Blackfang lashed out with his right front paw and scored a wicked cut on the white wolf’s head just behind the left ear. The flash of pain caused the white wolf to yelp, releasing his hold on his opponent.
Blackfang was injured and tired. He also realized that he had lost any advantage he had earlier in the battle. Seizing the opportunity granted by his sudden release, he bolted off into the night.
The great white wolf pursued him only to the base of the hill but not into the forest. Instead he returned to the shrine and went to the side of the injured elf that was lying on the ground next to the altar in a pool of her own blood. Sniffing her body, the white wolf saw her chest rise and fall with her breathing.
Closing his eyes, the white wolf let the transformation come over him. His form started melting and lengthening as Hawkeye shifted into human form. Bowing his head toward the altar, Hawkeye offered a quick prayer of thanks to his goddess Luna.
Speaking to the unconscious elf, he hoped his voice would bring her some comfort. “First things first, we must bind these wounds and get you to shelter.”
Gathering her gear, Hawkeye lifted her gently and carried her down the hill and into the forest.
Chapter 5
‘I’m alive’ was Tatianna’s first thought.
The wave of pain that flooded her body when she tried to move proved that, death wouldn’t hurt this much, so she must be alive. Pushing herself to sit up, another wave of pain washed over her body. Ignoring the pain, Tatianna studied her surroundings.
Judging from the walls, she was in an old stone building; the wooden beams that formed the ceiling and floor were of aged oak, not polished but well tended. The room was bare of any personal touches, just a basic functional room; a single bed, a small table and a wooden chair. Nothing special but it did have a warm, cozy feeling to it.
Lying on the chair, Tatianna spied her sword and backpack. Ignoring the nausea and pain, she stood up and noticed for the first time that she was naked. All the wounds on her body had been bandaged and she could feel the tightness of the stitching from the wound to her abdomen.
Pulling on the robe that she found at the foot of her bed, Tatianna retrieved her sword. Pulling forth the blade, the starmetal glowed red in the light from the oil lamp on the table. Moving slowly to the window, she studied the surrounding landscape.
Judging from the height of the window, Tatianna figured she was near the top of the tower with the window facing south. The tower was surrounded by the evergreen forest of the Highlands. Most of the trees showed a dusting of snow but no sign of civilization
Blackfang mirrored the white wolf’s aggressive stance and growled back. The wolves just stared at each other for several seconds. Blackfang tried circling the white wolf, which just pivoted his position, never letting Blackfang get behind him or too close to the injured elf.
Suddenly Blackfang attacked, coming in low with a quick lunge of his snapping teeth. Rising up on his hind legs, the white wolf counterattacked with a swipe from his powerful paws, followed by his own bite. Blackfang countered with his own swipe and bite. The two wolves continued this attack-counterattack routine for several minutes. Both were bleeding from numerous wounds but it seemed that neither could gain the advantage. They seemed completely balanced in power.
Finally the white wolf scored a solid bite to Blackfang’s throat which caused him to flinch in pain. The white wolf held on and began to shake his head back and forth, trying to rip open Blackfang’s throat.
In an act of desperation, Blackfang lashed out with his right front paw and scored a wicked cut on the white wolf’s head just behind the left ear. The flash of pain caused the white wolf to yelp, releasing his hold on his opponent.
Blackfang was injured and tired. He also realized that he had lost any advantage he had earlier in the battle. Seizing the opportunity granted by his sudden release, he bolted off into the night.
The great white wolf pursued him only to the base of the hill but not into the forest. Instead he returned to the shrine and went to the side of the injured elf that was lying on the ground next to the altar in a pool of her own blood. Sniffing her body, the white wolf saw her chest rise and fall with her breathing.
Closing his eyes, the white wolf let the transformation come over him. His form started melting and lengthening as Hawkeye shifted into human form. Bowing his head toward the altar, Hawkeye offered a quick prayer of thanks to his goddess Luna.
Speaking to the unconscious elf, he hoped his voice would bring her some comfort. “First things first, we must bind these wounds and get you to shelter.”
Gathering her gear, Hawkeye lifted her gently and carried her down the hill and into the forest.
Chapter 5
‘I’m alive’ was Tatianna’s first thought.
The wave of pain that flooded her body when she tried to move proved that, death wouldn’t hurt this much, so she must be alive. Pushing herself to sit up, another wave of pain washed over her body. Ignoring the pain, Tatianna studied her surroundings.
Judging from the walls, she was in an old stone building; the wooden beams that formed the ceiling and floor were of aged oak, not polished but well tended. The room was bare of any personal touches, just a basic functional room; a single bed, a small table and a wooden chair. Nothing special but it did have a warm, cozy feeling to it.
Lying on the chair, Tatianna spied her sword and backpack. Ignoring the nausea and pain, she stood up and noticed for the first time that she was naked. All the wounds on her body had been bandaged and she could feel the tightness of the stitching from the wound to her abdomen.
Pulling on the robe that she found at the foot of her bed, Tatianna retrieved her sword. Pulling forth the blade, the starmetal glowed red in the light from the oil lamp on the table. Moving slowly to the window, she studied the surrounding landscape.
Judging from the height of the window, Tatianna figured she was near the top of the tower with the window facing south. The tower was surrounded by the evergreen forest of the Highlands. Most of the trees showed a dusting of snow but no sign of civilization
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