Post by Glavon on Dec 4, 2009 18:15:41 GMT -5
The wind whipped through Mossflower's bare branches, making the leafless gray limbs of the tree sway slightly, framed by the dark dust gray of the clouds. All in all, it was a pretty miserable night; no moon, only the eerie howling of the wind as it swept through the woodlands.
A bright flash of orange revealed the fur of a traveling squirrel. Over its shoulder was thrown a haversack; it was muttering darkly to itself as it traversed the dusty, snow strewn path of the woodlands. Winter had come and mostly gone, but snow still littered the woods.
Azalea watched the squirrel from the cover of Mossflower's trees. The monitor lizard blinked her basilisk yellow eyes as she continued to stalk the young squirrel. It was only about ten minutes later that the squirrel stopped under the cover of a big spruce tree and took the sack off of his back. Placing it on the ground, he unzipped it and reached in, pulling out a plain oatcake and a small jar of honey. "Some thanks I get for going to deliver that message to Salamandastron," he muttered darkly.
With a swift movement, the monitor slipped easily from one swath of woodland to the other. She moved until she was at the squirrel's back and then drew her longsword. Lunging forward, she stabbed the squirrel through the back, into the stomach.
The squirrel let out a shriek of agony and fell backwards. Azalea grabbed the squirrel by the scruff of the neck and shoved him forward before walking purposefully out of the shadows and turning around to face the squirrel's slumped form. The monitor lizard pressed a scaly paw to the squirrel's head and forced it backward. The squirrel looked at the monitor lizard with glazing eyes.
"What...are you?" the squirrel stammered with a cough. Azalea saw the blood seeping from the squirrel's stomach and smiled wolfishly at the dying beast.
"I'm your worssssst nightmare, sssssquirrel. Have fun in Hellgatessss. My name isssss Azalea Ssssnowfall, and I am death."
The light in the squirrel's eyes was slowly fading as Azalea prepared to eat it.
A bright flash of orange revealed the fur of a traveling squirrel. Over its shoulder was thrown a haversack; it was muttering darkly to itself as it traversed the dusty, snow strewn path of the woodlands. Winter had come and mostly gone, but snow still littered the woods.
Azalea watched the squirrel from the cover of Mossflower's trees. The monitor lizard blinked her basilisk yellow eyes as she continued to stalk the young squirrel. It was only about ten minutes later that the squirrel stopped under the cover of a big spruce tree and took the sack off of his back. Placing it on the ground, he unzipped it and reached in, pulling out a plain oatcake and a small jar of honey. "Some thanks I get for going to deliver that message to Salamandastron," he muttered darkly.
With a swift movement, the monitor slipped easily from one swath of woodland to the other. She moved until she was at the squirrel's back and then drew her longsword. Lunging forward, she stabbed the squirrel through the back, into the stomach.
The squirrel let out a shriek of agony and fell backwards. Azalea grabbed the squirrel by the scruff of the neck and shoved him forward before walking purposefully out of the shadows and turning around to face the squirrel's slumped form. The monitor lizard pressed a scaly paw to the squirrel's head and forced it backward. The squirrel looked at the monitor lizard with glazing eyes.
"What...are you?" the squirrel stammered with a cough. Azalea saw the blood seeping from the squirrel's stomach and smiled wolfishly at the dying beast.
"I'm your worssssst nightmare, sssssquirrel. Have fun in Hellgatessss. My name isssss Azalea Ssssnowfall, and I am death."
The light in the squirrel's eyes was slowly fading as Azalea prepared to eat it.