Post by pern on Dec 11, 2009 15:38:18 GMT -5
Orion crashed through the brush and landed in the thistles with a loud thump. Groaning but still strong, he picked himself up and ignored the spiny pain in his face. His pursuer was not far behind, but the blow had caused Orion to travel far enough that he now had time to draw his swords. Swiftly he threw his hood over his eyes to make his actions less apparent through his expression, and stood in a defensive stance. The fiend took its time.
Cautiously, Orion began to creep soundlessly backwards. In the back of his mind he wished to himself that he had never taken this excursion. All he had wanted was to escape the confines of the stone school to find his solitude in nature. Now he was in a dark, uninviting forest, running for his life. Briefly he considered that he might have been intruding on the creature's privacy, but he discarded the idea. If he was going to be attacked, he would defend himself.
Orion noticed a faint light emanating from behind as he continued to back away from the footsteps of the creature. Finally he took his chances and sprinted away toward the light. The creature followed with single-minded determination. After all, he had wounded its arm.
The creature neared him, and in the light he could now see why it refused to leave him be. The creature was a werewolf, snarling and feral, unaware that it had once been more than a beast. Orion rolled his eyes.
"I hate wolves..." he moaned, thinking about his school. Suddenly, the entire woods seemed to change mood as the crescent moon at once transformed into a white sun, and the twisted, evil trees into healthy trunks and luscious leaves. Orion weaved through the forest expertly, dodging obstacle after obstacle until all at once he realized he was no longer being followed. Tentatively, he retraced his steps and found the werewolf reeling in the sun.
The werewolf howled weakly and crumpled to the forest floor. His body receded into its former human shape. Orion peered at the pitiful creature in the grass, scrutinizing his every movement. The human stirred and stood up, his clothing in disrepair. "Hello," he said shakily. "You wouldn't happen to have any peppermints, would you? I'm Jeoule. What's your name?"
Orion couldn't believe it. He stared.
"Jeoule?"
Jeoule stared back.
"Don't you remember me?"
"I think I'd remember a big white buck like you all dressed in a ranger's getup."
"We used to go to school together. We were friends--a long time ago."
"Nope, I don't remember anything before five months ago when a monster bit me and ever since then I've been having terrible blackouts and waking up in a very worn condition. One gets used to it. I fear, however, that I may be doing something bad in my unconscious states. Just yesterday I woke up with human bones scattered about me, but who's to say?"
Orion balked and almost hurled. Jeoule was the only other vegetarian friend he had ever had.
Cautiously, Orion began to creep soundlessly backwards. In the back of his mind he wished to himself that he had never taken this excursion. All he had wanted was to escape the confines of the stone school to find his solitude in nature. Now he was in a dark, uninviting forest, running for his life. Briefly he considered that he might have been intruding on the creature's privacy, but he discarded the idea. If he was going to be attacked, he would defend himself.
Orion noticed a faint light emanating from behind as he continued to back away from the footsteps of the creature. Finally he took his chances and sprinted away toward the light. The creature followed with single-minded determination. After all, he had wounded its arm.
The creature neared him, and in the light he could now see why it refused to leave him be. The creature was a werewolf, snarling and feral, unaware that it had once been more than a beast. Orion rolled his eyes.
"I hate wolves..." he moaned, thinking about his school. Suddenly, the entire woods seemed to change mood as the crescent moon at once transformed into a white sun, and the twisted, evil trees into healthy trunks and luscious leaves. Orion weaved through the forest expertly, dodging obstacle after obstacle until all at once he realized he was no longer being followed. Tentatively, he retraced his steps and found the werewolf reeling in the sun.
The werewolf howled weakly and crumpled to the forest floor. His body receded into its former human shape. Orion peered at the pitiful creature in the grass, scrutinizing his every movement. The human stirred and stood up, his clothing in disrepair. "Hello," he said shakily. "You wouldn't happen to have any peppermints, would you? I'm Jeoule. What's your name?"
Orion couldn't believe it. He stared.
"Jeoule?"
Jeoule stared back.
"Don't you remember me?"
"I think I'd remember a big white buck like you all dressed in a ranger's getup."
"We used to go to school together. We were friends--a long time ago."
"Nope, I don't remember anything before five months ago when a monster bit me and ever since then I've been having terrible blackouts and waking up in a very worn condition. One gets used to it. I fear, however, that I may be doing something bad in my unconscious states. Just yesterday I woke up with human bones scattered about me, but who's to say?"
Orion balked and almost hurled. Jeoule was the only other vegetarian friend he had ever had.
