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Mittens looked at the others sitting around the fire and nodded to herself with pride. The tribe was growing, getting stronger each time the moon chased away the sun and soon Mittens would lead her mighty tribe in great hunts through the forest.
A low chuckles brought Mittens out of her thoughts.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here now?" said a man standing not ten feet from where Mittens sat. Startled, she sniffed the air. How did this man get so close without her, the dogs or the others hearing?
"I do not like the look of this...human, Chieftain" whispered a tattooed Hin as Mittens stood to meet the stranger. Wise words she thought, wise words from her adviser. He certainly knew humans better than she and certainly knew the ways of the city. Cautiously Mittens approached the stranger and sniffed at him intently. She knew this man's scent... faint, but she knew it.
"Why yous come to tribe camp yes?" Said Mittens with pride and confidence. "You make words with tribe?"
"Your camp? Your camp? Oh I am certainly sure this is not your camp at all." and with that the man disappeared into the mist and thick shadows of the night. Mittens blinked a moment, startled again.
The massive half orc behind her sniffed the air, before bellowing out a thunderous roar. It was a keen warning as the very moonlight around Mittens was snuffed out, plunging the small camp into absolute darkness. Mittens grinned a moment knowing her sister had taken full advantage of the man's blunder, and breached this realm, stepping into one made of shadow.
"WARS!" Mittens howled as the stench of death and decay assaulted her senses. Mittens couldn't see the vampire servants and zombies that reached for her in the darkness, but her nose betrayed their location as she lifted her axe, cleaving ancient bone.
Her keen sense of smell and tuned ears heard the sounds of fighting all around her. Her tribe was under attack! The half orc behind her brought his massive axe around and swept one of the slow moving zombies from his path, its dead body shattering like dry wood. Mittens' sister pounced like a panther sinking her kamas into a vampire thrall's back. Locking her leg around the creature's waist she hissed and continued to carve the undead servant. Even her adviser, ever wise with his counsel, unleashed the great and powerful spirits that he kept in his book.
Then as soon as it began, it had ended. The tribe stood there, wondering if it had been a dream, a trick of the night. There were no remains of their kills, no scent of blood or fear in the air. The night was still.
"We must leave Chieftain, it's not safe in our camp" Said her adviser. His wise counsel was met with a sharp and cold glare.
"Is tribe camp! Is home! We fights for home and hunts man!" Mittens ended her speech with a mighty howl that was echoed through the forest by the other members of the tribe.
A low chuckle, menacing in its intent, hung in the air. Mittens let out a low growl as she tightened the grip on her axe.
He was upon them! in the blink of an eye he was everywhere! Two or more for every tribe member! They fought under the light of the moon, the tribe and this man that was everywhere.
The scent of blood hung thick in the air.
As the sun chased the moon away, Mittens' tribe withdrew from the forest, bleeding and with heavy hearts, for it was her adviser that paid for Mittens' pride that night. The mighty half orc carried his lifeless body carefully and with great respect.
They took one last look back at their camp on the hill. They would be back, back to extract grisly and bloody vengeance on this man that attacked them.
A low chuckles brought Mittens out of her thoughts.
"Well, well, well. What do we have here now?" said a man standing not ten feet from where Mittens sat. Startled, she sniffed the air. How did this man get so close without her, the dogs or the others hearing?
"I do not like the look of this...human, Chieftain" whispered a tattooed Hin as Mittens stood to meet the stranger. Wise words she thought, wise words from her adviser. He certainly knew humans better than she and certainly knew the ways of the city. Cautiously Mittens approached the stranger and sniffed at him intently. She knew this man's scent... faint, but she knew it.
"Why yous come to tribe camp yes?" Said Mittens with pride and confidence. "You make words with tribe?"
"Your camp? Your camp? Oh I am certainly sure this is not your camp at all." and with that the man disappeared into the mist and thick shadows of the night. Mittens blinked a moment, startled again.
The massive half orc behind her sniffed the air, before bellowing out a thunderous roar. It was a keen warning as the very moonlight around Mittens was snuffed out, plunging the small camp into absolute darkness. Mittens grinned a moment knowing her sister had taken full advantage of the man's blunder, and breached this realm, stepping into one made of shadow.
"WARS!" Mittens howled as the stench of death and decay assaulted her senses. Mittens couldn't see the vampire servants and zombies that reached for her in the darkness, but her nose betrayed their location as she lifted her axe, cleaving ancient bone.
Her keen sense of smell and tuned ears heard the sounds of fighting all around her. Her tribe was under attack! The half orc behind her brought his massive axe around and swept one of the slow moving zombies from his path, its dead body shattering like dry wood. Mittens' sister pounced like a panther sinking her kamas into a vampire thrall's back. Locking her leg around the creature's waist she hissed and continued to carve the undead servant. Even her adviser, ever wise with his counsel, unleashed the great and powerful spirits that he kept in his book.
Then as soon as it began, it had ended. The tribe stood there, wondering if it had been a dream, a trick of the night. There were no remains of their kills, no scent of blood or fear in the air. The night was still.
"We must leave Chieftain, it's not safe in our camp" Said her adviser. His wise counsel was met with a sharp and cold glare.
"Is tribe camp! Is home! We fights for home and hunts man!" Mittens ended her speech with a mighty howl that was echoed through the forest by the other members of the tribe.
A low chuckle, menacing in its intent, hung in the air. Mittens let out a low growl as she tightened the grip on her axe.
He was upon them! in the blink of an eye he was everywhere! Two or more for every tribe member! They fought under the light of the moon, the tribe and this man that was everywhere.
The scent of blood hung thick in the air.
As the sun chased the moon away, Mittens' tribe withdrew from the forest, bleeding and with heavy hearts, for it was her adviser that paid for Mittens' pride that night. The mighty half orc carried his lifeless body carefully and with great respect.
They took one last look back at their camp on the hill. They would be back, back to extract grisly and bloody vengeance on this man that attacked them.
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