What Are You Laughing At?!

Growls and the cackling laughter of the hyenas fill the air as Haydée works to keep the three of them in front of her, knowing that, if she allows even one to slip around her side, the fight would dramatically skew in favor of the attackers. Blood lazily drips from the razor-sharp edge of her dagger; the beast’s face that it bitten, is now more red than dirty browns and black. But her eyes do not linger on the creature for long and, instead, flits between all three in search of an opening. They slowly advance on the small leader and she stands her ground, growling thickly around the hilt of her dagger.

An opening suddenly appears, in the form of her brother Corbin slamming into one the attacking hyenas. Relief, hope, and a little bit of confusion rapidly cycle through her mind and the girl lunges forward in an attempt to press the advantage. One of the remaining two break away to rush at Corbin and Haydée is forced to retreat as the second one strikes out at her face. Paws dig into the ground as she quickly backpedals, keeping her out of harm’s way just as Dorian appears to clamp onto her attack’s scruff. Wide green eyes look up at him and a sense of melancholy suddenly attempts to invade her mind.

However, it is quickly forgotten as the resounding snap of bones fill the air. Nausea rolls her stomach as she looks to Corbin, noticing the way one of his hind legs no longer seems to be hold his weight well. With a glance over to Dorian, Hay gives a sharp nod before she is charging to where her injured sibling is attempting to hold off the pair of hyenas. Being small has its advantages and she uses her speed to her advantage. Moving toward the closest one, she darts in toward its back legs and swiftly slices through the Achilles tendon on its right hind leg.

Without stopping she rushes away, spinning around and preparing to rush back in. The hyena that had broken her brother’s leg now has a lame right back leg, her blade having torn not just the tendon but the muscles that surrounded the area and the girl cannot stop the smirk that curls her lips around the hilt of her dagger. With a snarl, Haydée charges back into the fray.


"Haydée Kedieo"