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For the first time in 2 months, Hunter finally had the time to relax a bit and reflect on all he had accomplished. He thought about home, his beloved mate Ammy, and her beautiful green eyes and tan fur. How he missed her so! he thought of his time spent running through the woods with her, frolicking in the leaves and feeling nothing more than the wind in their faces.
He thought about his trip to this desolate place, and what all he had endured up until now. The emotions he felt when he first saw that river, that sweet calmness sweeping over him in knowing he had fresh water. And how he encountered that tribe, the lynx hybrid chief known as "Adahy" who welcomed him into his tribe and helped him in his time of need.
It was then that Hunter's heart sank, the realization of what he had abandoned! All the memories and emotions he remembered pieced together the puzzle of something he had willingly forgotten - a legend he had set aside and feared no more.
He rushed from his camp to visit the shrine he had built from that stump, the rotten hollowed base of what once a proudly standing oak tree. Along the way, he quickly gathered more offerings to submit to the shrine, further appeasements to amend for his negligence to the spirit he learned of.
Finally gathering a suitable amount of offerings, he made for the stump shrine, he had remembered several landmarks to remember where it was. When he reached the location where the stump was, he stopped cold in his tracks, and the mass of offerings fell from his arms and landed around at his feet with a rustle of leaves...the stump was GONE!
In its wake was nothing more than a black hole of freshly disturbed earth. How could this be? He was certain he was in the right area, where's the stump?! Who could have dug it up, and why?? Did it rot away, leaving not a trace? IMPOSSIBLE! Not in merely 2 months!
The brown and beige wolf's heart began to pound, filling his ears with the metronome thuds. His eyes wide in surprise as his body stood frozen. It was then he heard it...a soft hiss which grew louder and louder. His nose was then met with the most god awful stench of something rotten, the musty stale odour of a compost. It was earthy, yet powerful, making his lungs burn and his nose scrunch in recoiling distaste.
In his peripheral, he caught movement - a shadow. Turning his eyes the shadow disappeared, and whatever made it not in sight. He felt his blood pressure rise and with it his heart rate. That dreadful fear and anxiety he felt before returned as his palms and foot-paws began to sweat, his skin crawling and feeling clammy, the ruff of his neck, the fur, stiffening.
Suddenly that hiss echoed again, this time with a guttural undertone which made him whimper in fear. The forest itself seemed to become enshrouded in darkness, the environment around him growing dimmer until he could barely see. In the intense gloomy atmosphere came that shadow again, now before him and completely enveloping everything in a small area before his eyes. Suddenly an ambiguous figure began to form from the ground up, its silhouette outlined in sharp lines and large shapes.
It was a slow process, and he watched in fear as it began to grow and grow. What started as a blob at ground level, soon became as tall as he was. And shortly after, was much taller and more oppressing. In the blink of an eye, the figure quit growing, and he could see, an almost organic creature in pure darkness. That was before, two oblong white eyes popped into view atop the figure, the iridescent glow made Hunter squeal as he realized this was something living!
The figure moved closer to him as Hunter froze, the eyes fixated upon him. He could see something reaching out, and from the darkness, he saw it - a claw! It was oddly shaped, unnaturally curved and twisted like a branch or twig, with a woody texture and with thorny vines wrapped around its long, grotesque fingers.
With a sharp hiss, the figure revealed itself! In its full form, it took the shape of the stump - Hunter's shrine! The spirit had possessed it as if the stump was the doorway into this world and to him! But the wolf's eyes were locked on the face - or the lack of rather. It was merely a skull, a dishevelled, grotesque and grim skull!
However, it looked familiar! It was a short-muzzled skull with four long incisors reaching far from its mandibles, it was a horrific sight and menacing. Every inch of the skull was filthy, cracked and laden with moss and rotten matter. The jaws salivated with a black tar which oozed from every crevice, over its sharp teeth and dribbling down to the earth below.
On the stump itself, Hunter could see various fungi growing, and black moss enshrouding it in a carpet of rotten, organic growth; giving it a truly sinister appearance.
Immediately the creature lunged forth! Claw erect and jaws spread open ready to pounce, Hunter yelped, turning quick on his heels and using his body's momentum and the strength of his legs to propel him away - dashing through the woods as fast as he could run! He never once looked back, knowing the creature was fast on his heels as he made his way towards where the village was.
He knew better than to return to camp, there was nothing for him to fight against such a formidable foe and his cabin would offer no solace.
No, he needed assistance, needed the company of others who could protect him or help him fight this thing off. Chief Adahy knew of this creature and knew what to do, the village and its occupants were his only salvation.
What seemed like an eternity only took a few moments as Hunter rushed through the forest, his will to survive to propel him forth as fast as he could. Luckily he broke through the dense forest into the confines of the village, only to find it in complete hysteria.
All of the human villagers were crying about, panicking and in a state of utter shock which made Hunter confused.
"What's going on?! I need help!" he shouted, and was quickly approached by one of the warriors. "He is missing...our Chief Adahy...is missing, and with him...the skull!"
"WHAT?!" the brown and beige wolf exclaimed, "Where is he?!"
"I do not know...he disappear this dawn," the man said sternly
"Look you must help me, that creature...that...MONSTER is after me!" Hunter said in complete terror as he turned and pointed towards the forest, shaking.
"Mrithun is upon you? Then you have forsaken the spirit, angered it, and it wants revenge!" The man accused.
"NO! No, I built the shrine! I did as instructed..." the wolf lied, shrugging.
"No, you neglected it! Left it to be, your respect to the spirit was false, and for that, you must be punished! The spirit is strong and wise, he knows all. You have brought this unto yourself and thus onto US!" The man sharply stated.
"You? I have done nothing to you or Chief Adahy!" Hunter protested, "Please! I need your help!"
"The spirit is after you, and took our chief for blindly trusting you and sharing his knowledge of the spirit! You are cursed and have corrupted these hallowed grounds, be gone!" the man shooed Hunter away before turning to return to the village.
"NO! Please!" the wolf reached forth grabbing the man's arm. "Help me fend off this foe, and I will do ANYTHING to restore peace and trust your chief and village had in me! I beg of you!"
"This creature cannot be killed you fool! Only temporarily vanquished, didn't our chief teach you that?!" the man scolded
"No...he only taught me it's name, its nature and how to appease it...nothing more...please I NEED your help!"
The man sighed, his mind wanting to outcast this individual but he knew in his heart his chief would want him to help him. "Very well! We will help you, but afterwards, you are to help us find our Chief!"
"DEAL! I swear on my life I will help!" Hunter agreed and the village assimilated.
"You are to take refuge in the chief's cabin as we fend off this fiend...go now!" the man ordered and Hunter followed.
Swinging the door to the cabin open, he rushed inside, hiding in the darkness as outside he could hear men preparing themselves for battle. Soon after, that horrific hiss filled the air, and so did the hoots and hollers and chants from the village before screams rung out, and cries of pain and anguish filled the air.
He knew not what was going on outside, only that the creature had made its way to the village and that his fate, lied in the hands and the courage of those warriors outside who stood against a sinister, evil spirit...
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
Chapter 12 is here and with it the OFFICIAL introduction of MRITHUN! My wendigo/ent spirit/creature! A pure abomination to the natural world!
Once more, Hunter seems to have gotten himself into quite a pickle! But will the village successfully protect him and fend off this thing? or will it get its revenge?
Only one way to find out! Stay tuned for next week's submission and chapter in the Epoch of Earth and Stone! And if you haven't done so, be sure to catch up on previous chapters by following the page navigation links at the end of the story and before the divider line!
Until next time guys, happy reading and I hope you have a great weekend ^^
He thought about his trip to this desolate place, and what all he had endured up until now. The emotions he felt when he first saw that river, that sweet calmness sweeping over him in knowing he had fresh water. And how he encountered that tribe, the lynx hybrid chief known as "Adahy" who welcomed him into his tribe and helped him in his time of need.
It was then that Hunter's heart sank, the realization of what he had abandoned! All the memories and emotions he remembered pieced together the puzzle of something he had willingly forgotten - a legend he had set aside and feared no more.
He rushed from his camp to visit the shrine he had built from that stump, the rotten hollowed base of what once a proudly standing oak tree. Along the way, he quickly gathered more offerings to submit to the shrine, further appeasements to amend for his negligence to the spirit he learned of.
Finally gathering a suitable amount of offerings, he made for the stump shrine, he had remembered several landmarks to remember where it was. When he reached the location where the stump was, he stopped cold in his tracks, and the mass of offerings fell from his arms and landed around at his feet with a rustle of leaves...the stump was GONE!
In its wake was nothing more than a black hole of freshly disturbed earth. How could this be? He was certain he was in the right area, where's the stump?! Who could have dug it up, and why?? Did it rot away, leaving not a trace? IMPOSSIBLE! Not in merely 2 months!
The brown and beige wolf's heart began to pound, filling his ears with the metronome thuds. His eyes wide in surprise as his body stood frozen. It was then he heard it...a soft hiss which grew louder and louder. His nose was then met with the most god awful stench of something rotten, the musty stale odour of a compost. It was earthy, yet powerful, making his lungs burn and his nose scrunch in recoiling distaste.
In his peripheral, he caught movement - a shadow. Turning his eyes the shadow disappeared, and whatever made it not in sight. He felt his blood pressure rise and with it his heart rate. That dreadful fear and anxiety he felt before returned as his palms and foot-paws began to sweat, his skin crawling and feeling clammy, the ruff of his neck, the fur, stiffening.
Suddenly that hiss echoed again, this time with a guttural undertone which made him whimper in fear. The forest itself seemed to become enshrouded in darkness, the environment around him growing dimmer until he could barely see. In the intense gloomy atmosphere came that shadow again, now before him and completely enveloping everything in a small area before his eyes. Suddenly an ambiguous figure began to form from the ground up, its silhouette outlined in sharp lines and large shapes.
It was a slow process, and he watched in fear as it began to grow and grow. What started as a blob at ground level, soon became as tall as he was. And shortly after, was much taller and more oppressing. In the blink of an eye, the figure quit growing, and he could see, an almost organic creature in pure darkness. That was before, two oblong white eyes popped into view atop the figure, the iridescent glow made Hunter squeal as he realized this was something living!
The figure moved closer to him as Hunter froze, the eyes fixated upon him. He could see something reaching out, and from the darkness, he saw it - a claw! It was oddly shaped, unnaturally curved and twisted like a branch or twig, with a woody texture and with thorny vines wrapped around its long, grotesque fingers.
With a sharp hiss, the figure revealed itself! In its full form, it took the shape of the stump - Hunter's shrine! The spirit had possessed it as if the stump was the doorway into this world and to him! But the wolf's eyes were locked on the face - or the lack of rather. It was merely a skull, a dishevelled, grotesque and grim skull!
However, it looked familiar! It was a short-muzzled skull with four long incisors reaching far from its mandibles, it was a horrific sight and menacing. Every inch of the skull was filthy, cracked and laden with moss and rotten matter. The jaws salivated with a black tar which oozed from every crevice, over its sharp teeth and dribbling down to the earth below.
On the stump itself, Hunter could see various fungi growing, and black moss enshrouding it in a carpet of rotten, organic growth; giving it a truly sinister appearance.
Immediately the creature lunged forth! Claw erect and jaws spread open ready to pounce, Hunter yelped, turning quick on his heels and using his body's momentum and the strength of his legs to propel him away - dashing through the woods as fast as he could run! He never once looked back, knowing the creature was fast on his heels as he made his way towards where the village was.
He knew better than to return to camp, there was nothing for him to fight against such a formidable foe and his cabin would offer no solace.
No, he needed assistance, needed the company of others who could protect him or help him fight this thing off. Chief Adahy knew of this creature and knew what to do, the village and its occupants were his only salvation.
What seemed like an eternity only took a few moments as Hunter rushed through the forest, his will to survive to propel him forth as fast as he could. Luckily he broke through the dense forest into the confines of the village, only to find it in complete hysteria.
All of the human villagers were crying about, panicking and in a state of utter shock which made Hunter confused.
"What's going on?! I need help!" he shouted, and was quickly approached by one of the warriors. "He is missing...our Chief Adahy...is missing, and with him...the skull!"
"WHAT?!" the brown and beige wolf exclaimed, "Where is he?!"
"I do not know...he disappear this dawn," the man said sternly
"Look you must help me, that creature...that...MONSTER is after me!" Hunter said in complete terror as he turned and pointed towards the forest, shaking.
"Mrithun is upon you? Then you have forsaken the spirit, angered it, and it wants revenge!" The man accused.
"NO! No, I built the shrine! I did as instructed..." the wolf lied, shrugging.
"No, you neglected it! Left it to be, your respect to the spirit was false, and for that, you must be punished! The spirit is strong and wise, he knows all. You have brought this unto yourself and thus onto US!" The man sharply stated.
"You? I have done nothing to you or Chief Adahy!" Hunter protested, "Please! I need your help!"
"The spirit is after you, and took our chief for blindly trusting you and sharing his knowledge of the spirit! You are cursed and have corrupted these hallowed grounds, be gone!" the man shooed Hunter away before turning to return to the village.
"NO! Please!" the wolf reached forth grabbing the man's arm. "Help me fend off this foe, and I will do ANYTHING to restore peace and trust your chief and village had in me! I beg of you!"
"This creature cannot be killed you fool! Only temporarily vanquished, didn't our chief teach you that?!" the man scolded
"No...he only taught me it's name, its nature and how to appease it...nothing more...please I NEED your help!"
The man sighed, his mind wanting to outcast this individual but he knew in his heart his chief would want him to help him. "Very well! We will help you, but afterwards, you are to help us find our Chief!"
"DEAL! I swear on my life I will help!" Hunter agreed and the village assimilated.
"You are to take refuge in the chief's cabin as we fend off this fiend...go now!" the man ordered and Hunter followed.
Swinging the door to the cabin open, he rushed inside, hiding in the darkness as outside he could hear men preparing themselves for battle. Soon after, that horrific hiss filled the air, and so did the hoots and hollers and chants from the village before screams rung out, and cries of pain and anguish filled the air.
He knew not what was going on outside, only that the creature had made its way to the village and that his fate, lied in the hands and the courage of those warriors outside who stood against a sinister, evil spirit...
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
Chapter 12 is here and with it the OFFICIAL introduction of MRITHUN! My wendigo/ent spirit/creature! A pure abomination to the natural world!
Once more, Hunter seems to have gotten himself into quite a pickle! But will the village successfully protect him and fend off this thing? or will it get its revenge?
Only one way to find out! Stay tuned for next week's submission and chapter in the Epoch of Earth and Stone! And if you haven't done so, be sure to catch up on previous chapters by following the page navigation links at the end of the story and before the divider line!
Until next time guys, happy reading and I hope you have a great weekend ^^
Category Artwork (Traditional) / All
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