THE HUNT
For a time she lay where she’d fallen, body splayed out over the rocky earth. The only noise she recognised was her own steady breathing accompanied by the pulsing of her heart.
A thin stream of blood meandered its way across her pale face, trickling silently between her dazed eyes and down over the slight bridge of her nose, to finally drip into the pool gathering beneath her cheek.
Her azure eyes stared out into nothingness. Her thoughts- a swirled jumbled mass, that floundered in the pools of her mind. Her blurred vision focused bringing her face to face with the stony ground.
She tried to roll onto her back but instead moaned as sharp pains streaked through her skull. She felt her mind beginning to thaw from its frozen numbness and felt her body begin to awaken to the injuries it had endured. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes at the pain that sprung in almost every fibre of her being. They ran down cutting a path between the grime and the blood. And as the tears flowed down so did the memories bringing her a new form of pain....
They attacked when all were asleep. The night-watchers died first, their bloody screams the only warning to her tribe of the death awaiting them. It was a blur- the chaos, the noise, the smell of blood and gore splattered across the cliffs. The terror of the memories engulfed her.... She had fled, launching herself off the ledge snapping open her wings and beating them furiously against the night air. She didn’t know it was behind her until it struck, sending them both tumbling in a tangled mass of wings and screeching towards the earth.....
She cringed, banishing the memories to the forbidden corners of her mind. The memories of the agonised screams echoing over head, were too much to bear. The sorrow overpowered her racking her slight body with sobs. She should have died with her people. She should have stayed and fought a loosing battle, but instead she had escaped, to be left alone in a broken, shuddering heap beneath the scene of a bloody massacre.
She cursed herself for being a coward, too weak to accept her inevitable fate. But why? Why should she die like that, to be ripped apart and feasted upon by those winged dogs? She couldn’t accept that fate. To lie down and die? To be part of a game, the prey for His pets, the meat for their kill!?
Her agonising grief was replaced by a dull nothingness. She was the last of her clan, her family and friends all dead, their remains strewn across the bloody rocks and cliff face. Anger boiled in her blood sending fiery rivulets coursing through her veins. Already her body was rejuvenating itself; the tears in her wings had already become silvery scars interlacing the membranes- The irony of evolution ensuring some hope of survival for her race. It was unbearable to lie beneath the place where the echoes of the dying screams of her people still lingered. She had to get away.
She sat up on shaky arms her vision adjusting to the inky blackness. She could make out the dark looming mass of the cliffs against the starry sky, the darkness hiding the carnage she knew was there. Her adjusting eyes picked out the nearby form of the Kuriboh. Its absolute stillness assured her of its death. The sight of the white bone smeared with drying blood, protruding from its neck, would have once made her gag in revulsion but now it gave her a grim satisfaction. Its ghostly ivory clearly set off against the ebony background of the night, became the spark to a fiery new passion in her soul.
She stood. Alone, defiant against the world. The lost hopes and dreams that had died with her people were replaced by a new born determination. She would find them, the ones who had shed the blood of her people. It would prove to be their most fatal mistake leaving her alive....
Now the true hunt would begin.
Do you dare follow?
For a time she lay where she’d fallen, body splayed out over the rocky earth. The only noise she recognised was her own steady breathing accompanied by the pulsing of her heart.
A thin stream of blood meandered its way across her pale face, trickling silently between her dazed eyes and down over the slight bridge of her nose, to finally drip into the pool gathering beneath her cheek.
Her azure eyes stared out into nothingness. Her thoughts- a swirled jumbled mass, that floundered in the pools of her mind. Her blurred vision focused bringing her face to face with the stony ground.
She tried to roll onto her back but instead moaned as sharp pains streaked through her skull. She felt her mind beginning to thaw from its frozen numbness and felt her body begin to awaken to the injuries it had endured. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes at the pain that sprung in almost every fibre of her being. They ran down cutting a path between the grime and the blood. And as the tears flowed down so did the memories bringing her a new form of pain....
They attacked when all were asleep. The night-watchers died first, their bloody screams the only warning to her tribe of the death awaiting them. It was a blur- the chaos, the noise, the smell of blood and gore splattered across the cliffs. The terror of the memories engulfed her.... She had fled, launching herself off the ledge snapping open her wings and beating them furiously against the night air. She didn’t know it was behind her until it struck, sending them both tumbling in a tangled mass of wings and screeching towards the earth.....
She cringed, banishing the memories to the forbidden corners of her mind. The memories of the agonised screams echoing over head, were too much to bear. The sorrow overpowered her racking her slight body with sobs. She should have died with her people. She should have stayed and fought a loosing battle, but instead she had escaped, to be left alone in a broken, shuddering heap beneath the scene of a bloody massacre.
She cursed herself for being a coward, too weak to accept her inevitable fate. But why? Why should she die like that, to be ripped apart and feasted upon by those winged dogs? She couldn’t accept that fate. To lie down and die? To be part of a game, the prey for His pets, the meat for their kill!?
Her agonising grief was replaced by a dull nothingness. She was the last of her clan, her family and friends all dead, their remains strewn across the bloody rocks and cliff face. Anger boiled in her blood sending fiery rivulets coursing through her veins. Already her body was rejuvenating itself; the tears in her wings had already become silvery scars interlacing the membranes- The irony of evolution ensuring some hope of survival for her race. It was unbearable to lie beneath the place where the echoes of the dying screams of her people still lingered. She had to get away.
She sat up on shaky arms her vision adjusting to the inky blackness. She could make out the dark looming mass of the cliffs against the starry sky, the darkness hiding the carnage she knew was there. Her adjusting eyes picked out the nearby form of the Kuriboh. Its absolute stillness assured her of its death. The sight of the white bone smeared with drying blood, protruding from its neck, would have once made her gag in revulsion but now it gave her a grim satisfaction. Its ghostly ivory clearly set off against the ebony background of the night, became the spark to a fiery new passion in her soul.
She stood. Alone, defiant against the world. The lost hopes and dreams that had died with her people were replaced by a new born determination. She would find them, the ones who had shed the blood of her people. It would prove to be their most fatal mistake leaving her alive....
Now the true hunt would begin.
Do you dare follow?
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