Jonus and his companions ran into the trees. Mardocs chased at their heels. “Where can we go?” Jonus yelled to the Shaman, hoping it would take the lead like it always did. Scar growled. “Is there anywhere we can go?” The stalkers’ red glowing eyes shone on the ground and in the trees. Silent mardocs charged from all directions. Jonus pulled River’s blazing form to his chest, burning his skin. They would have not have her. “This way!” The Shaman led them deeper into the forest. “I may know of one place, but—Look out!” A mardoc dove from the trees above. Still clinching River with one arm, Jonus stabbed the attacker in the throat. The Shaman’s claws burst through its chest. An attacker dead, many others to replace it, but that did not matter. …show more content…
Jonus shifted River to one arm and prepared for another fight. No need. One of his followers had white eyes and the other a familiar scar. Scar took the lead again. "The lake?" the Shaman growled. "Do you see anywhere else to run?" Scar snarled back. River spoke for the first time since this race began. "The lake will be fine." Her voice sounded much stronger and there was something else. Warmth emanated from her that was not her body heat. It felt like the heat rushing through Jonus's body before the crystal spire fell. "Get me to the water as quickly as you can," she said. They dashed to the lake, running down the slope and past the shore. Water splashed Jonus’s calves. Mardocs came from the trees, loping over the grass. Growling, Jonus extended his claws ready to battle the mob closing in. "Put me down," River said. The heat burned stronger. After Jonus set her down, she stood with the water lapping over her knees. River raised her hands above her head and the heat became like a glowing furnace. The lake rose up and reached around them forming a swirling column high into the air. Water around their legs retreated into the column, leaving wet clay underfoot. The water froze, making a wall of ice surrounding
Jiom face fell as he looked at his sword that suddenly reversed its course and stabbed towards the giant tiger's snout. The result was a furious roar that seemed able to rend space itself, while fiery red blood exploded with violence all
Blood seeped from his shoulder, saturating his plaid shirt as he made a futile effort to stand. “Get the hell away from me.”
They side by side on a rock that over time steadied itself on a slight slope. Jose wrapped his fresh wounds while Alexander pulled porcupine quills out of his leg, he quivered as he plucked them out one at a time, some felt so deep it was like he was pulling them from his bone. The two of them where a sight for battered eyes. They had not yet had the chance to make it to the river to clean up, the blood had dried in their clothes.
...arp teeth into Anguirus's throat. Warm blood sprayed across King's face, driving him even further into a frenzy. Something else stirred deep within King, something new, something furious. A white-hot anger filled King's entire being, and he let it out. A brilliant flame flew from King's gaping maw, showering Anguirus' form in a great and destructive blast.
“Thank you,” he said gratefully. Then, ran to the trunk of the tallest tree. The
“Here,” Castiel’s voice was in their ear, his chest pressing against their back. His hand covering theirs. The leather glove was cold against their skin while the rest of his body was warm as he guided them forward.
“You are going with me of course,” the witch replied. The witch ran away with Rebecca and up to the mountain where the witch lives.
...the front, not taken the prey? Was he, or were they, also from his own tribe or was it the same murderer, at first the arrow and then the final blow with the club?
“Not. I mean no. I’m stuck,” she replied in a breathy voice. He laughed low and rough, warm puffs of his breath hitting her as his hands groped the waist of the skirt again. A few tugs, and it slid down her body to the floor. His blue eyes staring up at her, while her skirt lay puddled in a soft heap on the floor. She struggled to control her breathing.
As a child, Elizabeth and her friends had spent many summers playing in and around this lake but now, her heavy clothing and boots made it impossible for her to swim out of its treacherous black waters. She could just about manage to keep herself afloat but could feel herself quickly losing control.
They cupped their hands put them in the water and drank. It felt like the first time they had ever drank water it was refreshing and made them energetic again. Hu’s and Aanehtou’s backs still stung treme so they crouched down low and but their backs in the water. It was very painful but they had to keep all the pain in so they would not be caught to keep the pain out of there minds Aanehtou said
Flame's eyes widened. "Cassandra!! What's she doing here?" He looked towards the forest. "We need to find them now!" His heart was beating fast as thoughts swarmed his mind with Cassandra, the main one if she was okay or not. By the looks of it, she was in pain. It tortured him to see her this way. He _had_ to get to her, and soon. _Very_ soon.
...eaming in the woods he began to run through the woods as if a strong
To his left he heard the faint echoes of the tribe’s ululation and wrath filled chants;
Her father had told her that, not a place for royals. But she wasn’t a princess anymore and the woods were the only place she knew would allow her to disappear. Looking down at the thick tree’s from her position on the outlying wall, Ayva could see how this would be true. It was also here where her plan hit a relatively large snag.