Thewolf from the trees saw the one it wanted, it ran as fast as he could, but a two-leg gave his stealth away. He did not stop, he had to kill now, there would be no other opportunity. When the woman’s words registered in everyone else’s mind, they turned to see the wolf coming for them, they had all heard of the animal attacks but they had never been a part of one. Lilly and Claudia froze, Oren waited to see who would get eaten, Oscar and Hastiin looked for an out. The wolf leapt up and into the air, the man he landed on was bitten cleanly in the throat, the sound of his wind pipe being torn out was sickening. The wolf had torn out the wrong throat, Hastiin lay bleeding from a throat the was not whole anymore, a gasping whistling sound came from his opened neck wound, the man’s hands felt the deadly damage. The wolf looked quickly around, there was the one he needed to kill, the wolf moved so fast. Rognvald’s smile never once faded, the wolf charged at him, he stood, waiting.The wolf
“Alright,” Rognvald said, “that was a good walk.” He pulled Lilly towards his chambers, she wanted to resist but she was ready for him, her body waited excitedly.Oren walked over to the wailing wife of Hastiin, he knelt down and put his fingers in the cooling blood on the ground, he never looked at the woman. Her wails fell on his deaf ears, as well as the rest of the caravan’s, after the commotion was over the people simply went about their business. Oren’s fingers felt the stickiness of the cooling blood, he rubbed them together feeling its viscosity. The urge to taste the man’s blood was too strong for Oren to resist, it tasted of iron and a touch of salt, he swirled the taste around his tongue to reach every taste bud. He didn’t put his whole finger into his mouth, just the tips touched his tongue, his eyes lit with some knowledge he didn’t understand. It gave him ideas, thoughts on how to do what he was born to do, rule. He thought about how to kill his father, for he knew that
High above the ground was a majestic eagle.Whether he was hungry or not, his keen eyes were always on the lookout for any prey.The eagle is lifted and dragged over the forests, lakes, rivers, and mountains by powerful currents of hot and cold air.The landscapes below were vast, magnificent, and holy.The eagle's range was vast, but he mostly stayed in the northern part of the continent rather than the entire continent.The only time this great hunter moved south was when it was time to mate.He made a huge shadow on the ground as he flew through the air, sending any animals below into a mad dash for their lives.Now that he is mostly flying by himself, the only people he sees in the sky are smaller eagles and occasionally hawks that glide dangerously close to him and put their lives in danger.He let the memory of his mate and their first clutch of eggs fade away with each subsequent winter.This great eagle was old because mating was no longer a priority for him, and in this land, some an
"What did that sound mean?"inquired the young boy."What were you saying?"the sage old man inquired.I thought I heard an eagle cry, I don't know.At the end, the young boy raised his voice in uncertainty.The elderly man, whose hair was long and mostly grey, said, "Well then, let us look up and see." He raised his head toward the sky.He has seen many winters on his face.Through hard work and a full life, he has earned the lines that crack his face.His long hair was integrated with a braid that blew somewhat in the breeze.He gazed at the sky with his eyes closed and let the sun caress his exposed skin."I see nothing, Greer."With typical youthful eagerness and enthusiasm, the young boy gazed up into the sky.Greer, the large eagle?Is it there?I'm sure I heard the scream."Would you mind hearing the tale again?"Greer asked.The young boy simply squinted his eyes to get a better view of the sky.It was ineffective.The young boy didn't see anything, but he was pretty sure he heard the screa
The old man stopped talking for a while, the young boy didn't say anything, and the two of them just sat there.In the pit, the fire danced and popped, glowed, and cracked.The two of them were seated on an aged log that was close enough for warmth but not cooking.The majority of the bustle had diminished to a low drone as the village settled in for the night behind them.The old man's long ponytail was blown off his back by occasional gusts of wind, and the young boy's hair also blew from his shoulders.They looked into the fire together.“Greer?”"Yes, Chris, my."Why is one side of the feather black while the other side is white?"I'm happy you asked," the elderly person made a sound as if to speak prior to proceeding, "it resembles I said about concordance previously, the Ohweelie of a man.It represents the concordance of the two.Maintaining Ohweelie requires walking the fine line.Greer twisted the feather so that his grandson could see where the edge was.As you can see, it's not an
Kaya had accepted her new life without her parents when the weather finally warmed up.Kaya had a glimmer of hope when the council managed to put together a feast, but that hope was fleeting.Her fragile heart broke once more when she saw the boy she thought she could love kissing her best friend.She was then confused and later enraged when she was informed that she would be going when the group left for the east.Now that it was spring, it was early enough to make it to the river before the weather changed again, but not too early to risk nighttime frost.Kaya Tasso was attempting to heal from her broken heart and let go of the loss of her parents; consequently, she plans to use this journey as a means of atonement for any wrongs she had committed.The council meeting was proceeding roughly as expected.The typical show and frustration were available.Soon, some of its members' individual objectives were made public.There was a crisis in the village, and some of the council members were co
Oscar: "That's great, Oscar; you shouldn't have walked that close to Rognvald's back."Sokonan Maja continued, "I have personally seen to all of the hunting parties," adding with wit.Five brand-new groups have been put together by me; the majority of them are young and inexperienced, but they rotate in every fifth day.Although they have all only achieved modest results, there is an old saying that "the sun will eventually shine on every dog's ass one day."When she finished speaking, Oscar and Rognvald were the focus of her attention.As everyone continued to smoke and think, the room became quieter.Rognvald kept his mouth shut for the time being despite his fury at the way he had been treated earlier.Sokonan was glaring back at Rognvald.The People will suffer as a result of everything.The following year, they will really feel this more.I've seen the food storage areas.Although they are not particularly impressive, they are not essential for this winter.As a result, I don't think the a
"Stay quiet."She quickly pulled the dress over her head, revealing her flawless breasts, undoing the ties that held it together.Indra showed him where to touch, pinch, and squeeze by taking his large hands in hers and placing them on her body.Poor Andy was lying on the ground, his back against the dirt floor's hay.The combination of horse manure and freshly cut hay from earlier in the day was not enough to calm the situation.Outside, a fire's flickering light danced across Indra's body, illuminating her soft, tempting flesh for a brief moment.She was lost in the moment, so her hair was draped down her back and swayed from side to side.Despite Andy's simplicity, his cock knew precisely what to do.It responded like it was bound to.When Indra felt his erection, she felt like a woman once more, as evidenced by the pure self-satisfaction on her naked face.She swiftly removed Andy's pants.After kissing him once more and grabbing his chin, Indra could not tell whether he was helping her wi