The Unraveling - It Creeps

Blood dripped down from her chin, pouring hot and fast around her as she lay beneath her attacker. She felt his last breath gurgle out from his mouth while her saber fangs remained latched around his throat. Finally… fucking finally. But she couldn't savor the moment for long. She'd managed to get her abductors separated long enough to deal with one but the others would be along any moment.

Pooling her strength she tossed the wretch off her and got to her feet, bolting along the shore line as fast as she could. It didn't take much to know she'd been dragged all the way back into Auster. So fucking close to home, she'd braved the prominence only to be recaptured at waterfall peak.

Eager to get not only distance but an obstacle between herself and the remaining abductors she leapt into the ocean, swimming for the Forgotten Isle. When she arrived she collapsed on the beach, panting, trying to formulate a plan. If she could by enough time she could recover here for a few days then make her plan to head back north. First she needed to get to somewhere more secluded.

As Gossamer trudged into the thick forests the ground started to shake. What was that? Was it another spire? Searching cautiously through the foliage she discovered not a spire but a massive creature, a worm bearing many plant-like features, and eight glossy eyes. Fuck! A gathering of wolves were already present and Gossamer wrestled with what to do. If she swam back to shore it would be right into the paws of her abductors but if she stayed it would likely mean her death. Could they really defeat such a thing? If she were honest though, death seemed preferable to being captured again. There was a large group as well, that gave her confidence. They had the numbers on it… maybe, just maybe, they could win.

She watched the others, letting them serve as a distraction for the moment and she slunk through the brush hoping to get in a better position for attack.