In the Night
Oct. 12th, 2005 06:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xansTitle: In the Night
Author: Hana
Version: 3.0
Rating: PG-13
Silver moonlight filters through the tall pines, illuminating a shivering figure huddled in a small clearing. Ordinary night sounds--insects chittering, rustling of nocturnal critters in the undergrowth, the hoot of an owl--are muted, distant, and the figure whimpers. They are out there and coming closer.
A change in the light shining down causes the figure--a man, wounded--to glance up into the glowing eyes of the creature. It's joined by a second, and then a third creature, all of them perching atop a fallen tree looking down on the prey. With a cry, the horrified man backs up before he spins at the sounds of growling behind him and flinches.
He is surrounded.
The cold moonlight serves to make the beasts more hideous than he imagined. They are wolf-like, only larger, the fur coarser and longer. Their hackles rise as the pack circles him, snapping. The delight they take in his cries for help is expressed as glistening fangs are unleashed in feral objects. His pleas rise in fervor.
Now there is another on top of the fallen tree, only it stands on two feet, not four. The creatures pause. Stepping down to face the man is a new fur covered terror that is... a woman? His brow wrinkles in confusion.
She wears patched furs, tall, with tangle white hair falling to her waist. Where skin shows, it is often pitted with scars. Dried blood darkens one cheek. In her hands is a scythe made entirely of bones. The pack resumes their circling, but snap less; wary it seems of provoking this woman. The man's confusion deepens as he concludes that she must lead these beasts.
"Please, you have to help me! Don't let them kill me!" the man screams and throws himself at her feet.
The woman holds out a hand to tenderly pull him to his feet. He sways and his chest heaves as adrenaline courses through him. She sniffs, and closes her eyes in pleasure at the smell of fear permeating from him. A low growl from her, and the beasts move behind her. The woman opens her eyes and leans forward to capture the terrified man's gaze. She utters one word that sets his fate.
"Run."
Author: Hana
Version: 3.0
Rating: PG-13
Silver moonlight filters through the tall pines, illuminating a shivering figure huddled in a small clearing. Ordinary night sounds--insects chittering, rustling of nocturnal critters in the undergrowth, the hoot of an owl--are muted, distant, and the figure whimpers. They are out there and coming closer.
A change in the light shining down causes the figure--a man, wounded--to glance up into the glowing eyes of the creature. It's joined by a second, and then a third creature, all of them perching atop a fallen tree looking down on the prey. With a cry, the horrified man backs up before he spins at the sounds of growling behind him and flinches.
He is surrounded.
The cold moonlight serves to make the beasts more hideous than he imagined. They are wolf-like, only larger, the fur coarser and longer. Their hackles rise as the pack circles him, snapping. The delight they take in his cries for help is expressed as glistening fangs are unleashed in feral objects. His pleas rise in fervor.
Now there is another on top of the fallen tree, only it stands on two feet, not four. The creatures pause. Stepping down to face the man is a new fur covered terror that is... a woman? His brow wrinkles in confusion.
She wears patched furs, tall, with tangle white hair falling to her waist. Where skin shows, it is often pitted with scars. Dried blood darkens one cheek. In her hands is a scythe made entirely of bones. The pack resumes their circling, but snap less; wary it seems of provoking this woman. The man's confusion deepens as he concludes that she must lead these beasts.
"Please, you have to help me! Don't let them kill me!" the man screams and throws himself at her feet.
The woman holds out a hand to tenderly pull him to his feet. He sways and his chest heaves as adrenaline courses through him. She sniffs, and closes her eyes in pleasure at the smell of fear permeating from him. A low growl from her, and the beasts move behind her. The woman opens her eyes and leans forward to capture the terrified man's gaze. She utters one word that sets his fate.
"Run."
