Ramlarh
09-04-2008, 10:57 PM
It is the full of the moon, high in the sky, emitting a soft red light. As the stars twinkle, a cold win blows over from a nearby lake. Deeper in the forests, I ran to here. So much blood, I can smell it, taste it, my own blood. Many are the lines of red on my body.
Beaten and broken, my pack, the ones that call, have called. themselves the night runners, Annihilated. But I survived, those dam alfar, filthy, smelly, weak Alfar. So many of them. Dam them. At least I got have had a feast of them, vile tasting as they are. Now I am broken. To die a death of prey, meaningless, honorless. More fit for a dear, or a dwarf or a Human. HA, I will live, I will live, “I must live, must... hunt... (cough) Dam those... Alfar!” I shout out lout, though i doubt any are around. The night is getting darker, colder.
I find a small cave, with small traces of the scent of goblins, and tracks, weeks old. This will suit me. A small rest I shall have. Then I will be back, I will destroy them, and take there heads and hearts as trophies.
The dim light of the entrance slowly fades, then darkness washes over me. I truly wonder if I will die this night, hoping that perhaps a hunter will find me, and put me down quickly to end it all. I can hear, footsteps, silent, but there. Outside, too weak, I can’t stand, cant open my eyes, cant growl or move in the slightest.
Dam those Alfar!
Beaten and broken, my pack, the ones that call, have called. themselves the night runners, Annihilated. But I survived, those dam alfar, filthy, smelly, weak Alfar. So many of them. Dam them. At least I got have had a feast of them, vile tasting as they are. Now I am broken. To die a death of prey, meaningless, honorless. More fit for a dear, or a dwarf or a Human. HA, I will live, I will live, “I must live, must... hunt... (cough) Dam those... Alfar!” I shout out lout, though i doubt any are around. The night is getting darker, colder.
I find a small cave, with small traces of the scent of goblins, and tracks, weeks old. This will suit me. A small rest I shall have. Then I will be back, I will destroy them, and take there heads and hearts as trophies.
The dim light of the entrance slowly fades, then darkness washes over me. I truly wonder if I will die this night, hoping that perhaps a hunter will find me, and put me down quickly to end it all. I can hear, footsteps, silent, but there. Outside, too weak, I can’t stand, cant open my eyes, cant growl or move in the slightest.
Dam those Alfar!