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Revenge, The Conclusion (Part 10)-An EQ fanfic |
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The others of Sun-Goes-Down were almost to the clearing when Mountain ran up and met them. Squealing with joy, Leaf jumped off of Trouble and leapt into her wolf's chest. Throwing her arms around his broad shoulders, she began to cry. **Are you okay?**
**Am okay. Friend is sick, must go help.**
Getting onto his back, Leaf nodded. "Let's go find Xaryan!"
The trail was not too hard to pick up. To the elves sensitive noses, the scent of blood and burnt flesh was overwhelming. For some it took all they had not to get sick just as their tribe mate was doing. It was only a short time later when the group into the clearing. By now the fire had died down again and flies had started to buzz over Streak's body. Xaryan wiped his mouth before turning to meet the shocked look in all of their eyes. He sighed, knowing that returning into their midst would be harder than the battle he fought tonight. **It is over.**
He looked at the Holt wolves and dropped his eyes to the ground. He had used them all for his selfish purposes, risking their lives without the knowledge of their elf-friends. His mind made up, Xaryan knew that whatever punishment the chieftess dealt to him, he would take it without so much as a word. He was afraid to approach the others. Afraid of what they would say and of how they would look at him; he was an animal now...worse than that...
He voice caught as he spoke to Tigerstar. "I..I am sorry..."
Felladin and Lonebow dismounted to look at the carnage before them. Claw marks and blood marked the ground, with Streak's body in the middle of it all. None realized it, but the human was still alive...but just barely. He breathing was so shallow, that his chest barely rose; in his mind, he knew that the stiller he remained, the more likely they would be to leave his body alone. Xaryan stood across from them, a hand on Deception's back. He was ready to flee if Tigerstar told him to do so. He couldn't even bare to look Leaf in the eyes. His tortured gaze kept going from the other elves back to the ground as he waited for someone to say something.
Leaf slid off Mountain and onto the ground, landing softly. She wanted to run to him, to tell him that everything would be okay. But with so much violence and evil before he, she wondered if he would ever be the same soft-spoken lover she had known. All that was in the air was the death and seeing that Steak was no longer moving, only one conclusion could be made...
"Streak is dead!" "He is gone forever!" "No more Streak, no more humans!"
"Quiet," Tigerstar hissed. "You do not know if the other humans really left or not. The stench in the air is too thick."
Chastised, the others got back on their wolves. Looking Xaryan over long and hard, many began to return home. A feeling of joy and relief filled the minds of many; the thought of never having to face Streak or his evil again was enough to make some forgive their tribe mate. Tigerstar motioned for Xaryan to follow the group. Somberly, he climbed onto Ghostcaller's back. His pants were still wet from the human's blood and it spread over his wolf's white fur.
**We need to get back to the Holt. And then I will decide your punishment, Xaryan.** Tigerstar turned and headed back into the woods.
Ghostcaller walked carefully around Streak's body. Xaryan ignored the glances in his direction and the hushed whispers. He knew that they would talk about him for a long time. Exhaustion, mentally and physically, began to overtake his mind. His revenge was complete, but he had lost a part of himself. Deep down inside, he wished he hadn't killed Streak; in fact, he wished he hadn't listened to the hatred within him. But for now, once back to the Holt, Xaryan would allow sleep to overtake him. And then, he would deal with the Holt's mindset.
~Back at the clearing~
A tall, willowish elf appeared from the shadows. Her ivory skin glowed with the hint of red from the dying embers, though her raven-black hair appeared to soak up any light. A smile played on thin lips, their color had to see in such harsh surroundings. She stepped forward slightly, making sure to avoid any of the pools of blood. Her robes and hair, both matching in color, just barely avoided the filthy ground. Ice-blue eyes narrowed as she gave a pretty pout.
<Poor little human, all cut up...>She laughed at this. Her voice was one filled with mischief that only she knew of. Leaning over Streak's body, she moved gracefully until her eyes were upon his face. <I can make you all better. Come, don't play with me! I know you live...>
An eye barely managed to open. Clear ooze had started to harden, making all the more painful when he looked at her. Holding out her hands, the mysterious elf maiden began to laugh maliciously as a glow surrounded Streak. It would take her no time at all to heal him.
"You will do just nicely," she muttered in her own language. "What an interesting toy you shall make, and what fun I will have with you and those tainted ones."
And the dawn began to break, she left. In her mind she knew that the one she healed would come looking for her. When he did, her revenge against those who dwelled in the forest would begin.
 Naree · Mon May 09, 2005 @ 07:01am · 3 Comments |
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