Post by howl56 on Aug 30, 2008 21:42:06 GMT -5
Hazia froze, crouched in the cover of the trees
The Foxes were giving the most obvious signs of about to strike.
The baby male fawn was crying pleafully for its life against the Foxes.
'Please don't hurt me! No...please! Mother? Mother help me! Father? FATHER! ANYONE HELP ME!'
The Foxes grinned in the way they would.
Hazia crept forwards as silently as a human could. Just enough for them to be in arrowshot distance. Silently she redied her bow. She did not understand why she was doing this. She knocked an arrow to the string.
*
One of the Foxes flicked her ear in the danger's direction. Nershara heard the creak of a Flying-Fang-that-bites. She was near the pack, but in the next valley. She had to warn them of the Hunter. She raced across the land seeking the pack.
Marhuofga! Danger! She cried.
Where? asked Marhuofga calmly.
Near here! She replied scared.
Marhuofga made to reply...
Nershara screamed.
*
Hazia leapt out of her hiding spot, her knife stabbed throug the flesh of the Fox. It died.
The leader sprang-and was rammed back by the baby Fawn!
The leader snarled showing its bloody fangs. It charged at the baby, Hazia sheathed her knife. She closed her eyes...ready for it any moment...the sharp pain.
A sudden snarling, then screaming pain. Then silence. Hazia opened her eyes. The Foxes were gone. Miracolously the Fawn was alive. Timidly he walked towards her. He was scared, however brave, and bleeding. The Stag fell only to lay against her. She stroked the trembling fawn, and felt its gentle eyes on her. Hazia smiled and it licked her cheek in thanks. She began to heal it. Since her Father's, Rennoch's, death Hazia had been alone.
Brown eyes watched them from the shadows. The creature turned and left.
The Foxes were giving the most obvious signs of about to strike.
The baby male fawn was crying pleafully for its life against the Foxes.
'Please don't hurt me! No...please! Mother? Mother help me! Father? FATHER! ANYONE HELP ME!'
The Foxes grinned in the way they would.
Hazia crept forwards as silently as a human could. Just enough for them to be in arrowshot distance. Silently she redied her bow. She did not understand why she was doing this. She knocked an arrow to the string.
*
One of the Foxes flicked her ear in the danger's direction. Nershara heard the creak of a Flying-Fang-that-bites. She was near the pack, but in the next valley. She had to warn them of the Hunter. She raced across the land seeking the pack.
Marhuofga! Danger! She cried.
Where? asked Marhuofga calmly.
Near here! She replied scared.
Marhuofga made to reply...
Nershara screamed.
*
Hazia leapt out of her hiding spot, her knife stabbed throug the flesh of the Fox. It died.
The leader sprang-and was rammed back by the baby Fawn!
The leader snarled showing its bloody fangs. It charged at the baby, Hazia sheathed her knife. She closed her eyes...ready for it any moment...the sharp pain.
A sudden snarling, then screaming pain. Then silence. Hazia opened her eyes. The Foxes were gone. Miracolously the Fawn was alive. Timidly he walked towards her. He was scared, however brave, and bleeding. The Stag fell only to lay against her. She stroked the trembling fawn, and felt its gentle eyes on her. Hazia smiled and it licked her cheek in thanks. She began to heal it. Since her Father's, Rennoch's, death Hazia had been alone.
Brown eyes watched them from the shadows. The creature turned and left.
[M:-5]
