Banquet for the Unfortunate

Unraveling

Running from danger in the forest, a female of unknown-kin dashed about seeking a way to escape her immediate danger. The adrenaline pumped in her veins as her wide eyes looked left, then right, again up, then finally, and regretfully behind where she spotted the templars advancing on her. Her mind screamed at her body to move faster, push harder but the ache of the stab wound in her side begged her to stop. She was bleeding out, running and she knew if she stopped it would be the end of her, but even more so that if she kept running she would end up dying soon anyways. The scales as it seems were not tipping in her favor.

They broke through the dense forest and into a clearing, dividing the land was a low stream of fresh water running north that continued beyond sight in both directions. She sprinted forward trying to close the space between her and the other side of the area where the thicket once again cloaked the land. She slowed before skipping rock to rock when she met the rushing water knowing it would be harder for the templars to cross. The templars were seeming like less of a threat the closer the other bank became making her face light up with joy. In her mind she was going to make it, that is until her footing was comprised when she landed on a rock covered in slush and then she fell.

Horror beyond words as well as pain rushed through her body and made her blood run cold. She hissed and held her wounded side as she drug herself the rest of the way across. When she started pulling herself to her feet the templars were upon her and the other two that were lagging behind had finally caught up as well.

A solid kick to the side lifted her and she fell again smack on her back. Templars circled her swords pointed at her daring her to move. The end she thought and swallowed the hard lump that formed in her throat. Her pointed ears drooped as she gathered up her tail in the fear that she would not let show on her face. "What do you have to say for yourself demon! Any last words before we beat you to death?" The templar spoke coolly to her though there wasn't much recognition of what he said going through her head. She knew she had to say something though because that's what her mind screamed and so she did.

"Ebost basra! Hissera katara Templar!" She snarled at the templars as she scooted away still trying to put up a brave front. "Basra! Basr-Aak!" The hilt of a templar sword was brought down on her face cutting off her enraged ramblings. She wailed holding the side of her face the resolve she tried so hard to keep up in shambles. Tears flowed down her face as she continued to back away from the templars like wounded prey.

She felt bitter in her heart and out of spite bit out once more venomously, "Ehbeh o lafess ou boct turum Templar guhaust..."

They were as horrified as they were confused since they have never heard such tongue. One of them huffed and advanced on her raising his sword high in a way if he forced it forward it would pierce her heart, " Whatever the demon said we can't let it scare us! We should just end its pathetic life right-GUH!"

Her eyes widened at the sight of the templar being electrocuted right in front of her. When it was done, the lifeless body fell to its knees and then forward towards her making her scramble away quickly with a squeak. Alarmed, all the templars held fast their swords and backed their backs into each other. "STEP OUT OF HIDING APOSTATE! WE HAVE YOUR DEMON!" A templar snatched the small girl by the horn causing her to squirm and hiss wildly as she clawed at his wrist.

A rustle of leaves and grass were all that answered him as someone quickly dashed around. Suddenly a whoosh sounded from behind the templar and a scream from the of his comrades was heard before two loud clanks indicated that the two lifeless forms had crashed on the ground. He was alone, and he knew it. Every breath the templar took was shaky knowing at any moment he too could be struck down by the unknown force out there.

The girl had stopped clawing the templars wrist since it was covered in armor anyways and just held onto it. She too had become curious, if not a little afraid of who or what was out there. Seconds ticked by with little to nothing happening and she started to feel the templars grip tighten on her horn. It bent her head in an awkward angle that hurt her neck and she bared her sharp teeth hissing again. Chill crept down her back making her shiver and arch away from the templar who had suddenly become uncomfortably cold.