My Trusty Steed

Quill prowled through the long grass that stretched alongside the river, his senses alert. Aspen Dam was nearby, its familiar scent mingling with the aroma of pine and earth. He'd been taking refuge in the long grass, having been assaulted earlier by some huge, angry horse. Things still felt off. There was a tension in the air, a disturbance that prickled his instincts. Ge was glad that he'd left Talyssa home with her family.

As he crept out of the long grass, the sound of a struggle reached his ears. A series of growls, snarls, and the unmistakable thud of hooves against the ground. Quill's pace quickened, muscles coiling and releasing with powerful strides. What was the bastard attacking now?

In the clearing by the dam, a massive white stallion was rearing and kicking, its hooves lashing out with lethal force. Beneath the towering beast, a grey female wolf was trapped, dodging and weaving to avoid the deadly strikes. Her movements were desperate, each narrowly escaping the hooves that threatened to crush her.

Being the man that Talyssa would want him to be, Quill launched himself into the fray. His powerful legs propelled him forward, and he aimed straight for the stallion. His teeth bared, he clamped down on the horse's flank with the ferocity of a tiger. The stallion whinnied in pain and fury, its attention momentarily diverted from the fae.

The horse bucked and twisted, trying to shake Quill off, but Quill's grip was relentless. His jaws remained locked on the stallion's flesh, even as it thrashed and kicked. One of the horse's hooves connected with Quill's hip, slicing through his flesh with a sharp, burning pain. He growled through the agony, refusing to let go.

Finally, the stallion twisted away, its eyes rolling in fear and pain. It broke free of Quill’s grip, its white coat now stained with blood. The horse snorted and stamped, then bolted away through the long grass, its thunderous hooves growing fainter with each step.

Quill staggered slightly, feeling the sting of the wound on his hip. Blood trickled down his leg, but he pushed the pain aside. His eyes sought out the woman, his chest heaving with exertion. She stood a few paces away, her eyes wide and wary. She was panting, her body tense and ready for another attack.

He dipped his head slightly, acknowledging her presence. "Are you alright?" he asked? Quill could feel the blood working its way down his hip to pool between the toes on his back, left paw. More stitches, no doubt. The wolves of The Hallows were going to love him. At least they'd be getting good practice in, right?

Far off in the distance, he could hear the infuriated whinnies of the stallion. It was thoroughly pissed at having been bested by the wolf. What it had been protecting, Quill had no idea, but why else would it have fought so fervently against the pair of predators?

Quill needed to rest and he told the woman as much. As he limped away, the adrenaline began to fade, and the pain in his hip grew more pronounced. He winced with each step, but he kept moving. The forest closed in around him once more, the shadows deepening as he sought out a safe place to rest. He found a large hollow beneath an ancient aspen, the ground soft with moss and leaves.

Quill lowered himself carefully, his body protesting with each movement. He licked at the wound on his hip, cleaning it as best he could. The cut wasn’t deep, but it would need time to heal. He settled down, his body curling protectively around the injured leg. His thoughts drifted back to the woman, wondering if she had followed him.

As the forest around him fell silent, Quill closed his eyes. He needed just a little rest before trekking back to The Hallows. Fighting off the ungulate hadn't been much different than fighting off anything else. It still had teeth. The power in those hooves... that was a killer. No doubt the horse would have been happy if it had bashed Quill's brains in with those hooves.

So, Quill would be left with more stitched and yet another scar as a testament to his bravery and prowess and all that good stuff. Talyssa would probably chastise him for getting hurt again, but he'd been all chivalrous and whatnot with her in mind. What a pity it would be if she had to care for him just a little longer. With a soft huff and a chuckle, Quill sprawled out on his side. The hollow beneath the tree was big enough for both him and the grey fae if she wished to join him. It had started raining again, after all. She was welcome.

WC- 800
Total-1135/1500
"Quill Klein"