Sunday, November 1, 2015

Crimson Revenge... Payback in Blood. Part 1

The moon would not brighten the sky this evening. Nor would it ever.  The dense fog and thick tangle of flora made it too dark for any but nocturnal creatures to see where they were going in the permanent darkness of this place. Even nocturnal creatures couldn't see much with the fog.

These were the infamously cursed woods of Whispering Wind. There were many a terrible story about these woods... and probably all of them were true. Travelers did not dare to venture in and those that did, never made it back out.  She was not a traveler here. She was an inhabitant.

A cloaked figure, gracefully and silently, made it's way through the woods. Pausing for a moment, Ravvyn sniffed the air and twitched her pointed ears. 

As she was about to continue on, a twig snapped behind her. Turning her head and narrowing her glowing lavender eyes, she realized she was not alone. Ravvyn the drow elf disappeared behind a tree in a blink. Two razer sharp hatchets appeared in each of her hands. Already having been dipped in deadly poison, they gave off a faint green tinge to her ultraviolet vision.

A large werewolf came to the spot where Ravvyn had paused moments ago and sniffed the air as one might smell delicious baked goods. His fanged mouth salivating heavily, his glowing red eyes searched for his tasty treat. He loved the flavor of drows. 

Suddenly there was the slightest rustle behind a tree nearby. The werewolf grinned and swiftly lunged, growling while digging his claws and fangs... into the tree.  Ravvyn rolled forward from her hiding spot, coming to kneel on bent knee behind the werewolf. Inhumanly fast, she sliced through the achilles heels, crossing the axes in front of her. Fluidly, she turned the blades inward to cut through both werewolf kidneys as she uncrossed the hatchets. She rolled backward back into her hiding spot and stood to watch her handy work.

The blades were so sharp the werewolf had only just realized he had been attacked. He howled in agony, falling to the ground and clutching at his sides. After a few seconds his hands fell limply, not because he was dead, but because he was paralyzed by poison. Ravvyn stood over his body, gazing at the werewolf expressionlessly. The werewolf could not make any sounds as the poison took hold. His lungs no longer worked. The last thing he saw was Ravvyn, the drow elf, staring back at him. She bent down and whispered to him,"Usstan sut dos dal dosst cha'kohk, ze'zhuanth uss.", wiping the blood off her hatchet with his chest fur, but he didn't recognize the words. As the poison took hold and stopped his lungs and heart, his confused brain was unable to fathom the situation. The werewolf crossed the plane to join his ancestors in death. Ravvyn pulled back her hood, kneeling by the body. She lowered the werewolf's eyelids for him. Staring at his face she furrowed her brow for a moment. Replacing her hood she stood and being rather strong, it was easy for Ravvyn to drag the body to the thick brush and hide it underneath. She then used a branch to quickly remove the footprints, drag marks, and body imprint from the ground and then continued on her way.

[to be continued...]

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