Mud Monsters and Pack ghosts
05-26-2020, 05:33 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-26-2020, 05:34 AM by Malalia.)
Her eyes opened slowly, and she turned to face Mortis, eyes slightly widened, and glowing with the firelight. "She did," she whispered back.
"Like I told you -- the long grass was the main source of their prey. After Anya passed, they left the area alone for a couple of days. But hey," she shrugged. "A wolf's gotta eat. The Alpha sent out a hunting party, to track a herd of deer that had wandered there. Five went into the long grass.... and four came back."
"The wolves who managed to return? They reported... strange things. The far-off silhouette of a she-wolf, covered in mud and sand. The whispers in the wind that said, 'You never believed me.' How the prints of their packmates simply vanished, mid-track." She scoffed lightly. "The Alpha dismissed them -- they must have been hallucinating out of guilt, or grief. But the same thing happened to the next hunting party. And the next..."
Mal moved ever closer, less than a foot between the two of them, now. "And the next. First one wolf was missing from each party. Then two. And then, all over the grassland, the pack experienced these sightings -- the whispers, the ghost of a girl in the distance, staring at them behind the waving blades of grass."
"Some chose to leave. Some chose to stay. But those who did, disappeared, one... " Closer. "...by one, into the long grass, never to be seen again. To this day, not a wolf has approached the land of her home without disappearing, or going insane. Some say Anya's spirit was angry, and that her revenge ended when her pack died out." Closer.... "But some say her wrath didn't end there. That her spirit lurks in all the grasslands of the world, looking to wipe out the pack members who escaped, as well as their descendants."
She smiled lightly. "It happened so long ago, there's some chance you or I could be related." She laughed softly, as if the thought was ridiculous. "But I don't think...." All at once, her eyes went wide, her gaze settling on some unknown point behind Mortis. Her fur began to bristle along her back, and the yearling was the picture of fear. "Mort...?" she whined softly.
If her plan worked, and the boy turned around to follow her gaze, she would pounce, a blood-curdling screech on her lips as she suddenly tackled the winged wolf.
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