The Nobek took off, running fast but silently through the trees, avoiding the deep pools of water where possible. He covered a lot of ground quickly. He paused here and there to listen and sniff the air. The sweetish-rancid stench grew until it filled his senses, sparking an instinctive rage that his training kept in check. Few things incited real bloodlust, the blinding urge to kill without remorse. This was one of those things however, and Wynhod’s fangs unhinged. He kept his senses nonetheless, the need to protect his clan and Dani leashing the primal beast inside him.
Coming Friday!
No comments:
Post a Comment