Crocodile tears

Rudyard was back to walking the perimeter of the hallows boundary.  With each day he was slowly getting better, with each fight he fought a sliver more of confidence returned.  It seemed the secret to surviving the haunts of the past was to build a stronger future.  Rudyard needed to get just as strong as he had been before the injuries and then he had to grow stronger still.  The idea of seeing Oxx again caused made Rudyard suddenly aware of each breath he took and give the cowardly emotion of fear running through his blood.  Damn, he was a coward now.  Trailing behind it though there was an absolute truth; Rudyard had to help kill Oxx.  The wolf had to die and Rudyard wanted a piece of the action.  Once he could face him boldly.

So far the day had been quiet and Rudyard knew he was healing up as he felt boredom coming from the peace instead of relief.  Rudy was making his way back towards home, following the watery path that he’d used at times for fishing when he saw a surprising new threat.  A saltwater crocodile was basking on the shore, its eyes lidded from the day’s light.  Rudyard made a slow and wide half-circle around it.  The large-scaled beast showed no interest in him right now but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t be later.  This was something Rudy hadn’t fought before.  Rudyard howled calling for assistance even as he wondered what the heck part of that thing could be bitten into.


Rudyard Carpathius