[Forsaken] One sunny Leith evening
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writing_shadowsInspired by a downtime return..
The shriek echoed around the inside of my skull, leaving me disoriented and confused. The two creatures had looked up from the bodies they were hunched over, blood dripping from their faces. I found myself helpless, unable to move, only free to stare at their hideously deformed shapes. Long pointed ears, terrible bloodstained talons, teeth jutting out of their jaws in chaotic directions, bat-like distortions of human flesh. They took a couple of steps towards me, knee joints bending the wrong direction, elongated arms reaching in my direction. Two terrible man-bats, disturbed at their meal, and not too happy about it.
Deep inside me, the wolf was not asleep. A soft growl echoed from my lips, daring them to come closer, threatening and challenging. Never show weakness, Ruairiadh, they'll smell it. Courage wasn't a card in their hand today - they heard the growl, and in moments, had scurried up the side of the building while I watched impotently.
The confusion faded - only a moment had passed, events were unfolding so fast. Snarling in frustration, I loosened the wolf's leash, and felt the change come. Taller, stronger.. hungrier for pursuit; I leapt up the side of the building, grabbing handholds where I could, and followed them onto the rooftops.
The creatures were fast. I'm fast too, but leaping across rooftops isn't my thing - and it seems they're quite at home there. It would have been a long, glorious chase, but my conscience pricked at me. This wasn't a dark night in the wilds, it was an early Saturday evening in the city. The bodies they'd abandoned would soon be found, and then all sorts of attention we didn't want would be unleashed.
Reluctantly, I doubled back to the alley, and pulled some mouldy carpet over the bodies. Now what? Disposing of bodies on a busy Saturday evening isn't exactly in my skillset.
I found Sterrin's business card in my pocket. Of course, who else would know how to deal with this quickly and quietly. I used the mobile phone; cryptic, but she got the message, and a black van would be on the way.
While waiting, I climbed back on the rooftop and sniffed at the trail the creatures had left. I'd been hunting them for nearly two months now, and only found teasingly stale trails. But I'd been hunting at night, and these things had been hunting human prey during the day. Judging by the way they fled - that sent them in the direction of Shifting Scales. Leith wasn't the bat-things' territory, just a hunting ground full of ripe tasty flesh.
Shifting Scales - everything pulls me there. Everything. Looks like this wolf will be hunting with a pack soon.
The shriek echoed around the inside of my skull, leaving me disoriented and confused. The two creatures had looked up from the bodies they were hunched over, blood dripping from their faces. I found myself helpless, unable to move, only free to stare at their hideously deformed shapes. Long pointed ears, terrible bloodstained talons, teeth jutting out of their jaws in chaotic directions, bat-like distortions of human flesh. They took a couple of steps towards me, knee joints bending the wrong direction, elongated arms reaching in my direction. Two terrible man-bats, disturbed at their meal, and not too happy about it.
Deep inside me, the wolf was not asleep. A soft growl echoed from my lips, daring them to come closer, threatening and challenging. Never show weakness, Ruairiadh, they'll smell it. Courage wasn't a card in their hand today - they heard the growl, and in moments, had scurried up the side of the building while I watched impotently.
The confusion faded - only a moment had passed, events were unfolding so fast. Snarling in frustration, I loosened the wolf's leash, and felt the change come. Taller, stronger.. hungrier for pursuit; I leapt up the side of the building, grabbing handholds where I could, and followed them onto the rooftops.
The creatures were fast. I'm fast too, but leaping across rooftops isn't my thing - and it seems they're quite at home there. It would have been a long, glorious chase, but my conscience pricked at me. This wasn't a dark night in the wilds, it was an early Saturday evening in the city. The bodies they'd abandoned would soon be found, and then all sorts of attention we didn't want would be unleashed.
Reluctantly, I doubled back to the alley, and pulled some mouldy carpet over the bodies. Now what? Disposing of bodies on a busy Saturday evening isn't exactly in my skillset.
I found Sterrin's business card in my pocket. Of course, who else would know how to deal with this quickly and quietly. I used the mobile phone; cryptic, but she got the message, and a black van would be on the way.
While waiting, I climbed back on the rooftop and sniffed at the trail the creatures had left. I'd been hunting them for nearly two months now, and only found teasingly stale trails. But I'd been hunting at night, and these things had been hunting human prey during the day. Judging by the way they fled - that sent them in the direction of Shifting Scales. Leith wasn't the bat-things' territory, just a hunting ground full of ripe tasty flesh.
Shifting Scales - everything pulls me there. Everything. Looks like this wolf will be hunting with a pack soon.
