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by Owl on Thu Apr 02, 2009 4:16 pm
Rudoe was waiting for Hyzenthlay at the edge of town. He gave her that "I told you so look" and lectured her about how humans are strange and best avoided.
Hyzenthlay shrugged off his lecture and pulled the note from her pocket. still had no clue what the Fither's message was. With no sign nor direction to where her master was, Hyzenthlay felt helpless and frustrated. Poor old Master Fither could be in trouble and in desperate need of her help. She imagined the worst, that she could be too late and her master dead. Her frustration turned to anger, and she decided to take it out on the town that had mistreated her so.
She cupped her hands around her mouth and made one long hollow note. It could be heard for over a mile and all the canines in the area began to howl back. The message she sent was a canine pride howl. All the animals would carry on the message of pride all night long till the sun rose. Even though the message is not a message of evil intent, the eerie voices of all the dogs in the town and the wolves in the surrounding wilderness would keep the villagers up in anxiety. That and the sudden eruption of howls confused and frightened the people, never before had such an event happened, as they all tried to shut their dogs up.
With that Hyzenthly smirked and mounted Rudoe. She could depend on a good wolf howl to keep those wretched humans tossing and turning in their beds a while.
They trotted off into the trees at a nice and easy pace, after an hour of walking or so Rudoe became uneasy.
He asked Hyzenthlay if her instincts were warning her of anything. She felt no real present danger but thought it would be best to ask the trees. She was never very good at this. Thylali could talk to trees and hold on entire conversations, Hyzenthlay however was too easily distracted, for talking to trees consist of concentration and silence. It was always easiest to call out a dryad to translate if they could be found.
She cleared her mind and stood as silent and as calm as ever. The two figures remained quiet in the night not making a move. soon all the sounds of the forest, could be heard, from a beetle walking onto a flower peddle to a leaf falling from a branch. After a while Hyzenthlay managed to dull out any other noises except for the voices of the trees which then flooded her ears. They were all unsettled and distressed, like a bee hive that had been invaded by a hungry bear, all of them buzzing in conversation. The trees were arguing amongst each other and ranted of troubled times. She tried to call out to them. "What has happened to your forest, why is there the presence of fear in your cores?"
Before Hyznthlay could get an answer she was interrupted by a "thwack!" A knife had whirled past her head and planted it's self into the bark of a nearby tree.
Even Rudoe, the attentive elk had been taken by suprise, before they could react another knife flew through the air and made it's way between Hyzenthlay's neck and shoulder. She winced as she wrenched to knife out of the wound, where her blood began to spill out. Feeling faint she fell to her knees. Rudoe ran by her and knelt down, telling to her to hurry. Hyzenthlay clung onto his neck barely able to hold on, but as soon as she was mounted Rudoe ran, faster than any elk, horse, or wolf.
It seemed as though they would have been out of danger, but then Hyzenthlay was knocked off of Rudoe by the blunt force of a club. Rudoe turned back to retrieve her "No Rudoe, run! Run from here! Find help!"
The elk stood hesitantly, then decided to listen to Hyzenthlay's orders and left her too search for help. As her gaurdian and friend, he felt wretched leaving her behind.
A fat troll toward over Hyzenthlay smiling and giggling as she bled out on the earth. A few others who had been hiding in the trees joined him. "Something sweet to eat boys!" They all burst out laughing. She tried to crawl away but the largest of the trolls dragged her by her ankle and held her upside down. "You're not going anywhere!" Before he could say anything else he felt his shin crumble beneath him. "She broke my leg! She broke my leg with her hand!" With that he collapsed to the ground with a thud, crushing Hyzenthlay under his massive weight.
The other three trolls stood gawking, their strongest was lying on the ground weeping. His body was then shoved off to the side by a growing beast. What was once a woman was now turning into a massive monster. Her bones cracked as they grew and adjusted, her clothes ripped as her body expanded and a gurgling, growling sound came from deep within her.
Running for his life, the last troll knew he was doomed. He could hear the heavy breathing of the beast chasing him, the trees whizzed by him as he ran, he could feel the hot breath on his neck. As quick as he could he hid behind a tree to catch his breath then nervously looked around to see if the werewolf was there. He saw nothing, perhaps it had given up the hunt and decided to let him alone. But before he could sigh a sigh of relief the beast was in front of him. His scream echoed through the trees, then the night stood silent.
Rudoe knew Hyzenthlay since she was very young and knew that she was beast waiting to emerge. Whenever she had shape shifted, he was sure to be as far away as possible for his own sake, After all in the shape of a beast Hyzenthlay was never in her right mind and would turn on her loved ones without a second thought.
He could not however, depended on her to shape shift and protect herself at will. So he ran looking for someone, a wolf, a bear, a dryad, nymph, anyone. Till he came upon a human. A young woman with silver hair. Even though Rudoe distrusted humans, this was an emergency and she would have to do.
He trotted in front of her, standing a few feet away and starred into her eyes hoping that she would understand. It could be possible that the wound Hyzenthlay received could cause her to bleed to death. The trolls might have ended her life. Or Rudoe was going to lead this young woman into a monster.
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