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Hi, my name is Amber
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 | Circle of Blood~1~ |
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| Created: 2009-01-26 17:35:31 |
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The hunter crashed through the forest after me, his boots crushing the bracken.
I leapt over a fallen tree, evading the hunter by only yards.
I paused, the woods silent.
Where'd he go?
I heard the pulling sound of the bow's string then the twang of it's release.
I made to duck, but the arrow was closer than I'd thought.
It embedded in my shoulder instead of my heart.
I tugged on it futilelyas I ran, but it didn't budge.
The arrow had stuck in the bone.
Great.
The hunter came closer, I sped up.
The arrow burned faintly, my breathing turned ragged, vision clouded over.
NO!
The buggering arrow had been posoined!
I phased, hoping to regain some health as I ran.
The opposite happened.
My paws felt sluggish, my mind fogged over, my breathing turned jagged.
The ground rushed up to meet my face, I slid for a few feet.
Blackness spotted my vision, lulling my senses.
I woke.
My limbs felt stiff, I must've been out for a while...
Where was I?
I heard gentle breathing beside me,I inhaled.
Human. But, something was off about it.
I peeked one eye open, scanning for immidiate dangers.
No others that I could tell of...
Something pulled the arrow out of my shoulder.
I jerked up, "Bugger it!" I growled.
My dagger was behind the man in front of me.
"I didn't mean you harm. I'm sorry." blue eyes searched my face.
I snarled, "You shot me." I said flatly.
"No." he murmured. "It would be incredibly stupid to shoot a werewolf."
My lips twitched. He was certainly clever, and smart.
"Oh?" I said loftily.
"Do I smell like the hunter?" he cocked an eyebrow.
I narrowed my eyes, "No..."
"Then there is your answer, werewolf." he reached toward me.
I backed away, "Don't touch me."
"Do you want that wound cleaned, or not?" he frowned.
I looked grudgingly at him, if I didn't get it cleaned, it would get infected.
If I stayed, I risked being caught by another Clan.
I winced, "Clean it."
He pulled my shoulder towards him, pulling the hem of the dress down to the wound.
His hands were warm.
"By the way, what is your name?" he asked, daubbing at the wound with a rag.
"Amber, Lady to the Queen Silvermist, Warrioress of my Clan." I said, holding my wildly curly hair out of his way.
"I'm William Shadow, call me Will." there was a smile in his tone.
"Umm... how'd you find me?" I bit my lip, my courage had fluttered off somewhere.
"I was running. I heard the arrow's twang and your quiet yelp. I decided to investigate."
Will wound a clean rag around the wound. "I saw you slide into a rock, and knew I had to move you before that... thing...got you."
"Thing?" I asked, reaching for my dagger.
Will tossed it to me, grabbing a large Greatsword.
"Another Clan of werewolves." Will bit out.
I wrinkled my nose, "What Clan?"
Will's sky-blue eyes turned tortured and full of hate,"BloodClan."
I shuddered.
Anyone with a brain feared BloodClan.
They were ruthless and vicous.
Merciless with everything in their paths.
I shivered again.
"It wasn't a hunter." I whispered, fear churning in by belly.I felt sick.
"What?" Will stared at me.
"The arrow... give it to me." I held my hand out.
Sure enough, the arrow's feathers were a bloody red, except for one. That one was ink black.
"It was another messanger. Sent to kill me." I choked back bile, I'd almost been killed.
Will's face turned dark, "What Clan are you?" he growled.
"The Clan of Warrioresses and Warriors, Werewolves of the Great Forest." I raised my chin.
Will's frown faded, "Good, you'll be on my side, then."
"You don't get it." I whispered.
"Get what?" Will asked.
"The Werewolves of BloodClan have been dead for over a century." I gasped, "This arrow, the one black feather, stands for Vampires."
Will stilled, "Vampires?"
I nodded mutely, horrible memories clouding my mind.
I'd been a prisoner of War when I was 5.
The Vampires had scarred me and branded me.
I still screamed in my sleep.
Will was suddenly shaking my shoulders, "Amber!"
I snapped out of it, my fear shaking me.
"What is the matter?" Will's warm hand was on my back.
On my back? What...
I was suddenly pooring out my heart, "I was 5, just barely a Warrioress then. Vampires killed my mother and father. Many were killed."
"Her Majesty ordered we attack on the Full Moon, annihilate all of them" I shook again.
"The Queen took me aside that night and asked me if I wanted to avenge my parents.
I said yes."
"We rallied together, attacking feircly. I was savage, I killed 15 by myself. That's when I was shot down. Later, awoke with them standing over me, laughing." a tear leaked through my lashes.
"I was tortured beyond your comprehension. I still have scars, they branded me. A mark of their sick humor.I escaped one night, when they attacked another Village. That's why I'm here." I wiped my tears away, sucking it up.
"That's what this is." Will touched the scar of the brand, shaped as a score of claw marks.
"I'll stay with you, only as long as I need." I stated, rising.
"You'll stay longer," Will smiled up at me.
*** Um.. yeah that was really short.**** |
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