Mirefield forest
"Hehehe" I giggle, my tomahawk glinting at the sunlight as I sink further into the shadows, hunting my prey. I make no sound as I circle the knight, on fours as if I was some type of coyote. I lunge out of the shadows, making no sound, and appearing behind him tomahawk in hand, going for in a quick, easy decapitation.
But like always, fate has something else intended.
The knight notices me at the last possible second, jumping to the side. "Tredors stinky fucking BALL HAIR!" I curse loudly, turning the momentum into a barrel roll, landing to my feet a second later than my attacker.
A second was all he needed to rush me, his dagger pointed at my throat. I catch it with my cut resistant gloves, freezing him in place. Now we're at a stalemate, gazing into each other's eyes with killing intent. "Alanus sent you huh?" I sneer, slashing upwards at him, he raises his head by an inch, my tomahawk gazing over him. He responds with a dagger aimed for my throat, which I barely manage to raise my tomahawk to block, my overclocked stamina barely matching his magically enhanced speeds. Cuts and lactations bloom all over my body as I narrowly manage to block the attacks that could be fatal. "What? Can't keep up?" He sneers back, seemingly enjoying this.
Let's put a stop to that, shall we?
'Ah,' I internally muse as his bigheadness getting the better of him as he sends an easily telegraphed lunge at my heart. I fall backward, hitting the cool dirt as his dagger swipes air. Confusion the last thing written on his face as I fling a throwing spike right between his unprotected eyes. The fight was only a brief minute but leaves me breathless and in an ever-growing pool of my own blood. I will the fire runes crudely itched in my skin to cauterize the worst of my wounds, laughing at the newly induced pain. With most of my blood loss stopped, I grab the dead knight by the legs and drag him to the bear's den, hoping my plan works...
A few hours later...
Annalise is awoken with a grunt, anger at being woken up quickly replaced by fear as she meets the eyes of Ruak, flashbacks of what I saw him do to those wolves causing me to slightly
tremble in his presence. I try my best to not show him that, but we both know he saw it. "What can I do for you Ruak?" I attempt to sound strong, but my voice comes out only half as strong as I wanted it to be. A grunt and a SLAM! Later a rather sizeable, dead elk appears at my feet, my mouth automatically drooling at the venison before me. I wipe the drool out of the mouth and meet eyes once more with Ruak, only after my second glance over I saw the many numerous cuts gushing his precious lifeforce onto the evening soil. "Your bleeding" I state matter of factly, the blood going drip drip drip.
"Gather everyone else, get people starting a fire and getting ready to eat, tonight you all feast." Ruak replies, ignoring what I said completely.
"Your. Bleeding." I repeat, not moving a muscle. Ruak looks down, staring at the small puddle of blood pooling at his feet. "Good" He grits out, pain evident in his face with every word. Before I can reply he turns and walks off,
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Ruak doesn't even take five steps before falling to one knee, and barely a step after that before collapsing. "Ruak!" I shout, grabbing most people around us's attention as I struggle to pick his bloody mess of a body for the second time in less than 24 hours.
"Who just are you?" Pela says under her breath, watching the whole exchange with a mixture of morbid curiosity, fear at Ruak's wounds, facepalming at how damn stubborn he can be, and… envy? Envy at seeing him being held by that bitch and not her?
No, no way at all! I control the redness trying to worm its way onto my cheeks as I change my view onto the nobles, the people I'm supposed to "rightfully mingle" with. Pfff,
What a pile of a stankbug's steaming shit. How am I supposed to mingle with a butch of egotistical, sliver spoon feed asshats who don't even look twice, fuck even LAUGH at the deaths of people "below" them?
How can I live, let alone mingle with these bastards?
As Pela had this lifetime dilemma…
*I'm falling.
Upwards? Downwards? I don't even know anymore. All I know is that I'm falling and then…
SPLASH
I fall into a sea of red and is violently spit back out. I open my eyes and find myself in a forest slowly succumbing to the cold. I walk for who knows how long before finding myself face to face with an otherworldly creature, it's whole body thin as your average slum dweller but pale as a ghost, it's height towering over me twofold. It's crimson eyes meet mine as I walk closer to it.
"What are you?" I ask, and in seconds a clawed hand grasps me, drawing blood and forcing me to gaze into its eyes once more.
"You already know" A deep, sinister voice enters my ears, the creature having no mouth. "Your rage may burn bright now, but all men die cold, their flesh left to the maggots" The voice comes from somewhere once more, hitting me with some deep philosophical shit. "Can you grant me power?" I ask the creature, not even fazed by the pain this being left me. "Yes I can, usually it comes at a price but.." The creature pauses, caressing my face with its sharp claws.
"But?" I ask, falling for its bait.
"Your death interests me youngblood."
*This is Ruak's POV