Stretch Your Arms Toward The Sky

The days are almost always overcast down in Auster as the winter continues to dearly drag on. The clouds, along with the rain have meant more days in her den or in close to it but, the weather does not damper Haydée’s need to explore. Since the death of her father, the young girl has dedicated herself to becoming a better fighter and she has been training tireless as she learns and adapts attacks that Dagrún had kindly shown her. Truthfully, the girl has retreated into herself in an attempt to deal with the overwhelming grief her gentle father’s murder has brought to her.

It has seemed to help even if it meant that she had to detach from her siblings because seeing their own grief is almost too much for her heart to handle. It is an unhealthy coping technique but the girl whose grief in as deep as the ocean does not know that. Today she has decided to go visit the nearby woods where she had run into the very strange, yet somehow funny, boy. Thoughts of Tate fill her head as she wanders the winding trails, the strange mist that seems to hang low to the ground swallowing her slight form from sight. Haydée is so lost in her own churning thoughts that the girl does not notice when sound of birds suddenly fall off.

In this creep, turning, twisting labyrinth of trees the sounds of animals are an almost constant companion to those who travel the paths and the birds that call this place home, usually call out in eerie, grating tones. Yet, as she moves deeper into the supposedly hunted woods, those calls are nowhere to be found. A cold, creeping as if some ghost is tapping on her shoulder with an ice-cold paw, suddenly pulls the small wolf from her troublesome musings and, to her dread, the girl finds that there are actually no sounds from any kind of animals on the breeze.

Confusion tugs her features down as the sudden stillness makes her very skin begin to crawl. Her small paw hits a twig, snapping the thin piece of wood, and the resulting sound has the same resounding intensity as that of a gun going off in a silent room. All at once, the noise returns but, this time, in the form of eagles screaming angrily. It grates against her nerves as they hide within the tree line, flitting from branch to branch just out of the girl’s sight as they size her up. Haydée’s heart sinks down into her toes as she realizes that she is being hunted and the small wolf turns tail to run.

That is when they emerge, powerful wings buffeting her with air as the they scream and a group of four Martial eagles descend upon Haydée. A scream is ripped from her throat as the large birds’ talons flash toward her frame and she realizes that they could easily carry her off. The anger that has been unearthed with her father’s death begins to boil up, flushing her face with rage as she realizes that this is just like the time when a tiger had attempted to steal her. Fear becomes the furthest thing from her mind as the young Heir allows that hot rage to pour into her veins, lending strength and agility where she needs it.

Amidst the eagles screams, a new yell is added, one of pure outrage and disgust as the girl throws herself to the leaf littered floor and rolls away from the hunger beasts’ talons. They cry their dismay, scattering skyward as they regroup and ready to try again as Hay leaps back up to her paws to snarls threateningly at them. They dive, each one attempting to strike at a different time in an attempt to throw the small girl off but it is no use because Haydée is livid now. The first eagle is met with teeth and paws and the girl actually manages to smack its head and send it reeling away.

It cries out its dismay as the second one appears and her attention shifts, teeth seeking one of its wings and coming away with several bloody flight feathers. Spitting them to side, she smirks as the third comes at her side and she swiftly rounds on it, slapping it out of the sky and down to the earth. It lands, hard and Hay is quick to chase it, teeth seeking and finding the delicate bones of one wing and easily breaks them, effectively grounding the creature.

It screams in pain and fear and the girl happily drinks it in, forgetting for a moment, about the fourth eagle. Excitement zips along her nerves as she revels in the fight, feeling buoyed and nigh invincible… until the talons of the fourth bird of prey slice into her side. Screaming in rage, Haydée spins toward it, paw slapping at empty air where the creature had been moments before. It calls out, the infliction almost making it seem like the bird is laughing at her, mocking the momentary lapse of concentration. With a mighty roar of fury, the girl redoubles her efforts, fighting the swarm of eagles with anything and everything she has.


WC: 874
Total WC: 874 / 1500


"Haydée Kedieo"