Mishonrayel shifted back and forth on his feet, watching the groups merge and separating again and again on the streets far below in the city. From their vantage on the hill, there was no way a single one of the citizens below could sneak up on them. The dense, granite gray clouds hanging low in […]
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Of Mortals: Chapter Eighteen
What heat was left of the coals dissipated the moment the stove door was opened. The chill of winter greedily devoured it before the women could ready to depart. In spite of it, they remained in the desolate building, something that could have been a homestead twice caught fire and finally given up on once […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Thirteen
Mishonrayel sat patiently awaiting the return of his accomplice as the twilight began to press on into the morning. The coyote figured it was better left to the quick and nimble cougar to track and catch their dinner or breakfast. Mishonrayel wasn’t quite sure what to call it at that point. It was not too […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Twelve
The midnight procession had begun as a hasty retreat but fell to a slowed, calmed meandering southward. It was nearing dawn as the refugees finally settled safe and sound at the top of a hill on which they could survey all of the land around them. Every single soul who hadn’t yet dropped from utter […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Eleven
If the tumult that Sirian had left when entering the tent had been chaotic, what she returned to after her very brief conversation was bedlam, utter anarchy. More bodies and blood were scattered and splattered across the scene, with many more half-picked dry while others were stacked into loose mounds of a sort. Somewhere along […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Ten
A daunting legion stood at the northern end of the camp as Sirian and her wolves penetrated the perimeter. They were a sight that none of them would forget and one that those among the wagons had clear not either. The whole lot of them were bestial, if that so commonplace word could even begin […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Nine
There was no mollifying the gathered travelers, not after all they had seen or all that Mishonrayel had done in his fit of rage. Sirian had no ambition to turn the crowd’s overall emotions towards something less fearful; they had all the right to worry. For her part, Sirian was herself a bit concerned, to […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Eight
A war was raging inside Mishonrayel’s mind and body, one of which he had all the stake in but hardly any control over. Second by second, he could feel that burning sensation in his very blood as the devil’s taint moved further inward. He could feel it closing in on his heart, an agony not […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Seven
By nightfall, they had reached the encampment. They had ridden swiftly through the twilight of the day, hoping to avoid any peril that the ride could throw at them. However, upon returning, Shi’Karil and her cohorts found they had come headfirst into just the kind of trouble they had wished to steer clear of. From […]
Of Mortals: Chapter Five
The wolf and cougar leading the convoy dismounted, waving out a paw to the women behind them to remain in the saddles. From where Sirian and Shi’Karil sat, it was hard to say precisely what it was lying in the frozen grass. As the ravens cleared away, fighting to pull one last shred of meat […]
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