Blood in the Wind

Just a story I'm still working on and looking for some feed back.

Deep in the mountains above the kingdom down below there was a battle going on between armed royal guards and a man armed with just a bow and his companion wolf. Where fighting over the right over who should live and who shall become some one’s next meal. As the battle spilled over like a feast before them. Such delicious life"so many to end, so many to hunt! Wolf paced in the snow while he danced lithely from sword edge to spear tip, the red-blooded butchery never staining his dark black coat. “There is courage and pain here, Wolf. Many will gladly meet their end.” He drew up his bow and let loose an arc of swift finality. The last breath of a soldier came with a ragged consent as his shield gave way to a heavy axe. Stuck in his heart was a single midnight black arrow, shimmering with ethereal brilliance.

“Courage bores me,” the great black wolf grumbled as he tracked through the snow. “I am hungry and eager to chase.” “Patience,” he murmured into his shaggy ear. As soon as the words left his mouth, the wolf’s shoulders tensed and his body dropped low to the ground. “I smell fear,” the wolf said, trembling with excitement. Across the muddied field of snow, a squire"too young for battle, but with blade in hand, nonetheless"saw that Hare had marked all in the valley. “I want the tender-thing. Does it see us, Hare?” “Yes, but it must choose. Feed the wolf, or embrace me.” The battle turned its steel toward the Squire. He now stared at the roiling tide of bravery and desperation coming for him.

 This would be his last dawn. In that instant, the boy made his choice. He would not go willingly. Until his last breath, he would run. The wolf snapped in the air and rolled his face in the snow like a new pup.  “Yes, dear Wolf.” Hare’s voice echoed like a string of pearly bells. “Begin your hunt.” With that, wolf bounded across the field after the youth, a howl thundering through the valley. His shadowed body swept over the remains of the newly dead and their useless, shattered weapons.  The squire turned and ran for the woods until thick black trunks passed in a blur. He pressed on, the frozen air burning his lungs. He looked once more for his hunter, but could see nothing but the darkening trees. The shadows closed tightly around him and he suddenly realized there was no escape. It was the black body of Wolf that was everywhere at once. The chase was at its end. Wolf buried his sharp teeth in the squire’s neck, tearing out ribbons of vibrant life. Wolf reveled in the boy’s scream and crunching bones.  Hare, who had trailed behind, laughed to see such sport. Wolf turned and asked, in a voice more growl than speech, “Is this music, Hare?” “It is to you,” he answered. “Again,” Wolf licked the last drop of the youth’s life from his canine jaws. “I want to chase again, Hare.” “There are always more,” he whispered. “Until the day there is only myself.” “And then will you run from me?” He would turn back to the battle. “I would never run from you, dear Wolf.”  melancholy tone as he turned back around and headed down and out of the mountain forest until they both reached the edge of the forest.

 Sniffing at the air wolf grumbled out loud in a displeased tone "I can smell salt water from here. We must be close to the ocean." looking up at Hare. "Indeed" he'd reply shortly as the kept walking across an open field keeping their whit’s about them as wolf's ears would move around listening carefully to the surroundings. As they walked farther across the open field both he and wolf would spot what looked like an elven city with a tiny harbor and a castle plopped in the back of the city making it stand out do to it being on top of a small hill. Looking at wolf "shall we go into the city?" talking in a joking tone as wolf replied in annoyance of my kidding "yes, the smell of salt water is going make it harder to track prey for me". They both laugh because they knew it wasn't true about what wolf said about his nose while walking into the town they'd pass by onlookers which seemed to be both in shock and nervous about seeing wolf mostly because of his size of even being on all fours he still came up to my shoulder height and his dark blood-red eye's which could even make the hardened of warriors stop in their track for him. They'd both keep eyes on the people around them as they headed towards the castle as a cold wind blew through making his hair and the skull's attached to chains on his horn’s which where stained with blood showing his lust for death and destruction.

 As he walked on the hollow midnight black skulls would make a jingling and clunking noise while wolf's black fur would move gently back in the wind as the made their way to the door of the castle. As they reached the castle door he'd touch wolf on the top of his head saying in a calm voice “Go ahead and rest I’ll call you when I need you.” drawing wolf back into his body as a wolf skull would form on his chain before opening the door and walking in then closing it behind him looking around then saying "Hello" to everyone in the room in a hushed but friendly tone of voice

The people in the room would turn slowly towards him in their chairs leaning in his direction except for the two who were seated a little higher than the rest who looked surprised to see a stranger come into their court. He could tell that they were high elves not the wood elves he had run into some time ago those where more how would you say it in a pleasant term free-spirited and can become violent in the flip of a dime. It would’ve seemed that I had interrupted their conversation from the expression on the man face was contorted in anguish like this had happened before recently while the women next to him had a more pleasant demeanor with a slight smile on the edge of her lips. Though he was more fully muscular built for a high elf since most of them look like twigs which you could slice in two with a single swing of a blade. He had two saber’s leaning against his simple yet elegant throne made of what looked to be made of yew or oak. His clothing he had on was beautifully made most like made with the silk from the arachnid’s who are beautiful silk weavers but most travelers are scared away due to the fact they are half human half spiders. The chest armor he wore that came rest just above his belly button most like was made of white gold then adorned with midnight black onyx leafs on his breasts while a flag rested behind it with a blood color ruby was sculptured and cut to look like the fabric. His legs were made for long distant running and strong lean muscles for kicking having his shins covered in the same armor and color. He had long sandy blond hair that went down to his probably to his waist as his long pointed ears that had small chains and bars in different spots. On the right side of side face going down ending near the edge of his chin that was slight rounded with a tiny dimple.

The woman sitting next to him was of a slender build but he was quiet sure that she had some muscle tone on her body. One her left arm you could see the outlining on her slender arm on her left hand middle finger she had a full finger ring that came to a point of that like a dagger its was crafted out of what looked like sliver or a very light colored mithril that was made from the forges of the elves with how designed and detail was done to it. She was truly something to look at for an elven woman from what the ones he had seen they had narrow drawn out face’s and a scowl that could kill a dragon but her face saw smooth and round with tinier ears than the man next to her make me question if she wasn’t part human or dragon born. Her body was almost hour-glass shaped the only reason this was noticeable was because her dress was a little too tight for her and short her body. He looked over the women in the chair looking for a weapon than realizing that she seemed to be clutching onto a grimoire that was a light black.

  After finishing his observation of both he’d walk further into the room not caring about people in the chair’s since he knew that wolf has his back even when he can see behind him. “Greetings traveler” said in a rough but commanding voice. “Who might you be and how did you come to find this kingdom? Since you don’t seem to be from around here.” Hare moved his head slightly as his cold blood ruby-red eye’s meet with the people to whom he was speaking with who had an almost pure silver eye’s like that of a clean dagger that hasn’t been used. “Hello dear sir and madam, I’m known by many names but of late I’m know as Hare of the Damned. Not very stylish I know but what can I do I’m not popular among even my kind and I have traveled from over the peaks of the mountains that are just behind this kingdom. Very snowy country that is up there and bloody.” His tone soft yet the air around would reverberate in the room even though there couldn’t have been an echo. The man’s eyes pupils would slightly widen as he’d heard the word bloody as the people in the chair behind would start whispering behind him in hushed tones.

 The chair he is sitting in would slightly creak as he shifted his weight from one side to the other as his arms would come down on and rest on the arms of the chair while rubbing the finely crafted arm rest you could tell where he rested his rested his arms a lot by the worn-down groves. After quite some time with the men quietly squabbling in the back ground, the man in the chair would as with a slight air of worry in his voice as his women next to him would grab his hand next to him to calm him down “What do you mean bloody? The last time we heard of any sort of threat towards us is many moons ago. That kingdom though is long gone and destroyed by their own greed and corruption.”. “Hare would laugh maliciously” as he took out a severed head from his satchel then throw it at the feet of the person on the throne saying in a loud and sarcastic tone of voice “Then who is this f****r then! That’s a pretty big rodent if it is and pink. I think you or some of your little friends here have a lot of explaining to do.”.

 As soon as the head landed and rolled on the floor to the person in the thrones the eyes of the dead up look straight into his cutting straight into the soul. The whole room would get silent as almost everyone but the queen, gave the head a look at. Then as if on que she spoke from her soft tiny lips “Ah, this seems to me like one of your men isn’t is Sir Threton if I’m not mistaken by the tattoo on his face?” The man in the third chair to the back of the room stood up making the chair he was in making an unpleasant noise that filled up the room making everyone but the person who made the noise cringe.  Looking shocked he’d stutter “W…W..What is the meaning of this?” his face turning a purplish red in anger.