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Revenge and Just Desserts (Part 3)-An EQ fanfic |
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He had left the next morning, saying only goodbye to Leaf. She had cried and asked him to reconsider his vengance, but for once the emotions were to great to handle. Firmly, he told her that the decision was his, and then he let her go and walked into the forest.
It was not too hard to follow the stench of the humans. Their scent was a strong, filthy one...fouling up everything that is came in contact with. And as cunningly as the roundears had tried to cover their tracks, they had only made their escape path more obvious.
~Two days later~
Xaryan crouched low to the ground, staying downwind of the humans camp. They were so foolish in their actions that they left remains of food scattered around. Harsh sounding laughter echoed off the treetops as they still rejoiced in the death of one of the "demon's" beasts. It pained Xaryan to hear them talk so lightly about their evil deeds, almost as much as it pained him to hear their course language.
<I do not know Streak. The more we attack, the more we are angering the wood spirits.> And older human made this comment, one who had respected for the hidden masters of the forest.
<Old one, you are foolish! We left because we believed by father too soft to handle those pointy-ears dogs. It is our job to see them destroyed, and this is just the beginning.> Streak, the obvious leader of the group, laughed maliciously. The younger humans laughed along with their leader.
The old man shook his head, but kept his mouth shut. He was to old to challenge the youth; in the back of his mind, he began to wonder why he chose to leave the village.
The elf's body shook with rage, stormy-blues eyes seeing nothing but red. Flexing his hands, it took every ounce of control not to jump into the clearing and slash at them all. His very animalistic side wanted to see their blood on the forest floor, one drop for every drop Ayala had lost. And to add insult to injury, the handfull of five-fingers were plotting his holt's downfall! Slowly, Xaryan moved away from the miniscule camp. Once a good distance away, he stood up and pounded his fists into a nearby harmless tree.
**Tell Tigerstar? Tell the flame-haired one?** Deception asked. She moved up close beside him, trying to give all her suppost.
"No, this hunt is mine," he snarled fiercely, "The tribe can have my scraps."
By now the sun was beginning to set. Ghostcaller, back from talking to the resident wolves, approached Xaryan's other side. Everything was taking care of...when Xaryan called, the forest would answer.
 Naree · Tue May 03, 2005 @ 04:48am · 0 Comments |
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