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Dec. 2nd, 2010 06:11 pmMaera was in ruins.
Patrols of the werewolf lands were usually peaceful. These people did not dare rebel against Lord Drakan. They loved their Lord, they would die for him. They would not trouble their Lord with petty squabbles.
But there was Maera, destroyed. In the middle of the most peaceful part of Morytania, Meara was reduced to ash and rubble.
The Vyrewatch patrolmen could scarcely believe it. In the swamps to the south they had been called down by some lost pups who babbled on and on about the girl in the red hood. The girl in the red hood was real. The girl in the red hood was in their village, but not accompanied by men and their axes. She brought monsters with her, monsters that had skin that was hard, yellow, and went clik-clak-clik-clak. The girl in the red hood was cruel, she was a deceitful monster.
The vyrewatch would have dismissed the account as the fanciful and wild imaginings of children if it wasn't for the consistent mental impression present on all four of the werewolf pups. The girl in the red hood was an old wives's tale meant to keep the pups from associating with humans. What the pups saw was not the girl in the red hood; it was a woman, red haired and red eyed.
The vyrewatch flew there, carrying the trembling children in their arms. From above they could not see or feel anything unusual, save for the absence of the village and of the mental activity of those who once lived there. There where whisperings spreading that The Slayer herself was in Morytania, frustrated by the lack of progress the fresh influx of her disciples have made. The children's sighting of her was unnerving. The vyrewatch circled in the air many times before deciding it was safe to land.
Upon landing, the children wriggled out of the patrolmen's arms and ran over to the headless and slightly burnt corpse of a large wolf-like creature. As soon as they reached it, the corpse lost its shape, releasing a foul stench. The children began to howl, mourning what was their mother, according to the thoughts intercepted by the vyrewatch.
One of the vyrewatch poked at another corpse, and it too collapsed. There were no bones to hold it up.
On an invisible signal from the others, that same vyrewatch took off into the sky and headed toward Canifis. Lord Klause was there. He would know what to do.
Patrols of the werewolf lands were usually peaceful. These people did not dare rebel against Lord Drakan. They loved their Lord, they would die for him. They would not trouble their Lord with petty squabbles.
But there was Maera, destroyed. In the middle of the most peaceful part of Morytania, Meara was reduced to ash and rubble.
The Vyrewatch patrolmen could scarcely believe it. In the swamps to the south they had been called down by some lost pups who babbled on and on about the girl in the red hood. The girl in the red hood was real. The girl in the red hood was in their village, but not accompanied by men and their axes. She brought monsters with her, monsters that had skin that was hard, yellow, and went clik-clak-clik-clak. The girl in the red hood was cruel, she was a deceitful monster.
The vyrewatch would have dismissed the account as the fanciful and wild imaginings of children if it wasn't for the consistent mental impression present on all four of the werewolf pups. The girl in the red hood was an old wives's tale meant to keep the pups from associating with humans. What the pups saw was not the girl in the red hood; it was a woman, red haired and red eyed.
The vyrewatch flew there, carrying the trembling children in their arms. From above they could not see or feel anything unusual, save for the absence of the village and of the mental activity of those who once lived there. There where whisperings spreading that The Slayer herself was in Morytania, frustrated by the lack of progress the fresh influx of her disciples have made. The children's sighting of her was unnerving. The vyrewatch circled in the air many times before deciding it was safe to land.
Upon landing, the children wriggled out of the patrolmen's arms and ran over to the headless and slightly burnt corpse of a large wolf-like creature. As soon as they reached it, the corpse lost its shape, releasing a foul stench. The children began to howl, mourning what was their mother, according to the thoughts intercepted by the vyrewatch.
One of the vyrewatch poked at another corpse, and it too collapsed. There were no bones to hold it up.
On an invisible signal from the others, that same vyrewatch took off into the sky and headed toward Canifis. Lord Klause was there. He would know what to do.
