01-17-2017, 11:26 AM
Karaugh... Her name rang from the shadows. Stern and commanding to come hither. Her master was calling to her and she must come. Devilish smirk pulled her lips as she heard more words from a familiar voice. How had he found her and why was she being needed? Her mouth watered with the thought. Her focus never shifted though. It followed his every move like a snake stalking it's prey. Waiting for that deadly mistake to be made...
Another voice called to her captor. His focus shifted. Mistake number one. His back to her. Mistake number two. She knew the borders weren't far and the cut through path she had followed wasn't far either. Caw! The Raven. Perched upon a branch at the mouth of the path. Her destination. She shifted slightly for her back to be to it. Glancing up briefly she saw the ruler of one land bellowing at them. The ebony ruler of the other requesting her return. She was surprised but appreciative to see him nonetheless...
The golden boys attention reverted back as he turn and neared. With a seemingly supernatural speed. Hmm Was Time playing tricks on her again? Her step back was one to his ten it seemed. Damn this curse. The realm around her phased some. Land had stretched to distort her calculation. She gazed back across her shoulder, the Raven did not. A bit farther off then she remembered as was Stillwater. Focus again shifted to the horned creature before her blood seeped from his maw. The gastly creature looking even more vile. Time did not distort features so surely this was magic, black magic...
"We do not care for diplomacy here." His words sparked a flame in her. Her smirk now a grin.
Good. I am hardly much of a diplomat myself. Maw parted and words leaked. His flesh begged to be tasted and torn. She was not going to be easy to take nor easy to keep. The paths opening was just behind her but fleeing was not an option, or was it. Her crown tucked tightly to her breast as another step backwards was taken. A sharp pinch to her rump as the branches of the tree forked her hide. A high pitched screech rang out, the flutter of wings sprang as the Raven leapt from the dead branch above her crown. It's new perch the golden boys rack.
In the flapping of ebony feathers she pivoted 180° and lunged forward into the mouth of the path. The dark of night proving to make this a tad difficult. The path was cut tight though. Just large enough for her to slip threw. Jagged rocks cut at her hide as did the sharp stones she stepped upon. She kept what pace she could knowing he would easily be at her heels. A clearing was just ahead. Had she reached Sylva that quickly...
Another voice called to her captor. His focus shifted. Mistake number one. His back to her. Mistake number two. She knew the borders weren't far and the cut through path she had followed wasn't far either. Caw! The Raven. Perched upon a branch at the mouth of the path. Her destination. She shifted slightly for her back to be to it. Glancing up briefly she saw the ruler of one land bellowing at them. The ebony ruler of the other requesting her return. She was surprised but appreciative to see him nonetheless...
The golden boys attention reverted back as he turn and neared. With a seemingly supernatural speed. Hmm Was Time playing tricks on her again? Her step back was one to his ten it seemed. Damn this curse. The realm around her phased some. Land had stretched to distort her calculation. She gazed back across her shoulder, the Raven did not. A bit farther off then she remembered as was Stillwater. Focus again shifted to the horned creature before her blood seeped from his maw. The gastly creature looking even more vile. Time did not distort features so surely this was magic, black magic...
"We do not care for diplomacy here." His words sparked a flame in her. Her smirk now a grin.
Good. I am hardly much of a diplomat myself. Maw parted and words leaked. His flesh begged to be tasted and torn. She was not going to be easy to take nor easy to keep. The paths opening was just behind her but fleeing was not an option, or was it. Her crown tucked tightly to her breast as another step backwards was taken. A sharp pinch to her rump as the branches of the tree forked her hide. A high pitched screech rang out, the flutter of wings sprang as the Raven leapt from the dead branch above her crown. It's new perch the golden boys rack.
In the flapping of ebony feathers she pivoted 180° and lunged forward into the mouth of the path. The dark of night proving to make this a tad difficult. The path was cut tight though. Just large enough for her to slip threw. Jagged rocks cut at her hide as did the sharp stones she stepped upon. She kept what pace she could knowing he would easily be at her heels. A clearing was just ahead. Had she reached Sylva that quickly...
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