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"Your devotion speaks well of you. Well, I shall send you to embrace her."
With that, I could see the tip of the sword swing up from the ice. At that point, a few things happened, very quickly. Some of this I remember, and some of this was told to me by others that had different vantage points, some as far away as the Gazers' monastery.
I do remember starting to shriek my incantation. Right after that happened, my paws plunged through the remaining film of ice. There was a loud cracking sound, and I could see the great wolf's metal-shod feet stumble in front of me as the ice under him was undermined.
I heard a very nasty whistling sound just above my ears and rack, as evidently his stroke went high. If anything, this made me scream the spell at the top of my lungs.
The next sensation that I, personally, had was being dragged away by my arms, while a whirl of colour danced before my eyes in total silence. We stopped after some distance, and as my vision cleared somewhat, all I could see was the violent churning of the surface of the lake.
Being deafened, I could only watch as I saw the last few cavalry-furs struggle among the remaining thin floes of ice. Eventually, an ant would skid, lose its balance, and both steed and rider would plunge into the lake.
And with all the armour being worn, and the stirrups being tightened in anticipation of battle, neither party would come to the surface again.
Winterbough, Great Wolf and story ©
eocostello.
Art by
tegerio.
Please recommend "The Thin Line" for the Ursa Majors Award (Novel category)!
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"Your devotion speaks well of you. Well, I shall send you to embrace her."
With that, I could see the tip of the sword swing up from the ice. At that point, a few things happened, very quickly. Some of this I remember, and some of this was told to me by others that had different vantage points, some as far away as the Gazers' monastery.
I do remember starting to shriek my incantation. Right after that happened, my paws plunged through the remaining film of ice. There was a loud cracking sound, and I could see the great wolf's metal-shod feet stumble in front of me as the ice under him was undermined.
I heard a very nasty whistling sound just above my ears and rack, as evidently his stroke went high. If anything, this made me scream the spell at the top of my lungs.
The next sensation that I, personally, had was being dragged away by my arms, while a whirl of colour danced before my eyes in total silence. We stopped after some distance, and as my vision cleared somewhat, all I could see was the violent churning of the surface of the lake.
Being deafened, I could only watch as I saw the last few cavalry-furs struggle among the remaining thin floes of ice. Eventually, an ant would skid, lose its balance, and both steed and rider would plunge into the lake.
And with all the armour being worn, and the stirrups being tightened in anticipation of battle, neither party would come to the surface again.
Winterbough, Great Wolf and story ©

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Please recommend "The Thin Line" for the Ursa Majors Award (Novel category)!
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Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Wolf
Size 671 x 1000px
File Size 81.4 kB
Well, probably useless in this story, but I am interested in heraldry...
In the old British families, the helmets were often decorated with animal heads.
http://www.civicheraldry.co.uk/corn.....ll_wessex.html
In the old British families, the helmets were often decorated with animal heads.
http://www.civicheraldry.co.uk/corn.....ll_wessex.html
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