by BangPow » Thu Feb 23, 2012 2:49 am The Ranger is awakened by the early morning dew settling in his travel wearied boots. His senses were refreshed by the smell of the sun beams on the forest pines. His breath steamed lightly through the air. His mind (was) still filled with the scent of murder. He must avenge his mate's death, even at the cost of his own life. The Ranger stammered out of his make shift bed of pine bough, and began packing up his belongings to continue his man hunt.
The cut-throats trail lead west, through the murky swamps. The ranger followed the shadowy path.
As morning rapidly turned to noon, the ranger felt that he was getting closer. Up ahead, he observed what might be a village. As he approached he armed his bow and arrow, and quickly noticed a small palisade wall around what looked to be a hermit farm. He scouted the solitary farm, and noticed a fresh corpse laying outside the open palisade door.
While gradually approaching the body, he detected the unfortunate Hearthling wearing a scantily woven straw hat, and clothes made of cheap linen. The ranger peered through the gate and saw a smoking kiln. He missed the assassin by mere moments.
Realizing his perpetrator may very well be in the cabin, the ranger quickly put his bow around his neck, placed his arrow in his quiver, and unsheathed his sword.
The ranger's breaths became very light with anxiety. His hand clenched his sword with authority and valor as his mind began to race with images of his fallen friend.
Without a sound, he approached the cabin entrance.
The ranger fiercely opened the old wooden door, and sternly stared eye to eye with the very one he had been shadowing.
The murderer was not a murderer, but a murderess. A women not much shorter than himself, she had long red hair and look of a dramatic and dark passed. She wore a bronze breastplate and a well crafted cape made of a bear hide. She unyieldingly held a steel sword in one hand, and a shield in the other.
Without hesitation, the murderess charged the Ranger. He quickly dodged her attack, and countered with a thrust to her side. It did nothing to her but bounce off her armor. She swung around her left shoulder at his neck. He rapidly ducked underneath the swift blow. The ranger stepped back to get his poise as his enemy groaned with frustration. The ranger swung for her head, she blocked it with her shield. His perpetrator plunged her sword at his abdomen . The ranger valiantly pushed her sword to the side with his own, grabbed her shield with his opposite hand and rammed his head into her nose. She yelled in agony as she fell back into a cupboard. With her face now saturated in blood, she tried to push herself off the cupboard, but in her bloody haze she missed the edge of the cupboard, causing her feet to come out from under her.
The ranger saw his chance and hastily thrusted his cold steel blade through her unprotected throat. He listened to her bloody gargling through her mouth and watched her life leave her eyes. He felt a warm feeling of justice shimmer through his body. The image of his lifeless enemy lying in a devoured china shelf burned into his soul. He knew that this image would be with him until his last breath, but the taste of justice was worth far more than his suffering.
I have never written before, I thought I would give it a try. Boredom got the best of me today.
