Watch Out They're Gonna Get You

*Laufey* · (This post was last modified: 12-07-2015, 10:01 PM by Laufey.)

During the night Laufey had grown restless. For unknown reasons he'd awoken and been unable to go back to sleep. Fearing that he'd wake Neith with his tossing and turning the giant had quietly slipped from the den and gone out on a midnight stroll. He'd wandered Yfir - half-heartedly following the border - until he'd almost unhinged his jaw yawning. Taking that as a good sign the brute slowly began to meander his way home.

As he approached the den his gaze had become ensnared by a shadow moving down the side of the hollow where his concubine and child slept. Unbeknownst to him neither Neith nor his baby were inside. Immediately he recognized the shadow as the threat - intruder? - and his hackles rose. Silently he shot forward; careful to keep the tree between himself and the shadow until the last second. As soon as the tree was within reach he darted to the side and then pounced on the fleeing creature with a snarl.

With a muffled shriek the animal - he quickly recognized it as a coyote - tried to wriggle away with its prize - just as quickly he recognized the baby - and in a matter of heartbeats the situation devolved from a simple fight to a murder in progress. Enraged bellows and pained screams echoed off the redwoods as Laufey tore the little thief apart. His rage ran so hot that the death of the coyote didn't stop him. He continued to shred and shake the small body until it was unrecognizable and blood and gore splattered everything within a six foot radius. The brute broke bones and slung entrails. He crushed through teeth and eyes until the face of the coyote was all but obliterated.

Finally, when there was nothing left to destroy, Laufey stilled. His breath left his clenched teeth in forceful hisses. He stood with his legs apart and his head down. From his mouth dribbled a river of blood and saliva. Hellish ichor splattered him all over; there wasn't a part of him that remained unblemished.

Finally it occurred to him: where was the baby? His breath caught and fear briefly replaced his rage. He snapped his head around, his eyes skimming over the pools of gore and the bits of coyote that littered the clearing like confetti in search of the tiny white form of his newborn daughter. He began to frantically dig through the remains; flinging big pieces aside and sloshing through puddles in search of her. Where was the damn baby?!

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