Avlon stared into the eyes of the creature. Though seemingly impossible, it became even more horrifying once it was fully erected to a height of 7 su. Its dark gray fur was matted with blood, startingly red. ~pit~ ~pit~ Dripping from its body, the blood made a pit, pit sound. Snout and arms covered thickly, in the viscous red liquid. The stare-off continued for a few minutes, before the beast spoke once more, "Time to play a new game of grouhound and crouse" as it lunged. Its speed seemed too great for a body of such size and stature. Avlon forced his body to move, he had to move, or die.! He sidestepped, merely sendons from death. Drawing Bloodshed, he opened a wound on its side and ran.
"Run, runnnnnnnnnnnn!" "Hahahahahaha!!!!, I love this game!!". Avlon was wildly sprinting through the forest, all sense of direction lost. The feeling of being weak, hopeless, and pursued were foreign feelings to Avlon, but he'd remember them for a long time.
Depths of the Great Forest of Juni.
sometime later, 11:00 um, Month of Juy
Feelings of shame, exhaustion, and confusion welled up in Alvon. He cut a sorry figure, sheltered under a large outcropping in the forest and eating some soggy bread from his bag. The smell of rain filled the air, the torrents of rain washing away his presence and turning the forest floor to mush. Recalling his encounter, he still didn't know how he escaped. Just the mental image of the beast scared him. He gripped Bloodshed tightly as he rested his head against the cold stone, it was surprisingly comforting, and as he watched the falling rain, he fell asleep from exhaustion.
~shiss~~crackle~~bang~! Lightning tore across 1^Nehost(goddess of the weather, rain, lightning, and sky." "F##K!," ~hahhh~, it wasn't a dream" "I'm still here.... in this hell." he sighed, his breathing calming. The rolling thunder and cracking lightning prevented further sleep. Avlon stood at the edge of his current shelter, surveying the dim forest. Seeing nothing of interest he turned, about to return to the stone ledge he called a bed. When suddenly, a sharp pain rocked his skull, he stumbled forward and fell. His head was bleeding profusely, in the corner of his eye, he noticed a sharp rock covered in blood. Looking up he saw it, that devil of a creature. "FOUND YOU PILIAT!!" a blasting roar resounded from the treeline, Avlon was shaking, as he stared at the approaching figure. It was tall, fur matted by blood, the rain, and all manner of filth. Avlon's life flashed before his eyes as it drew closer, "You know, for a human child, you sure run pretty quickly." The voice was laced with a tone of twisted pleasure. Caressing the line running along its side, it smiled. It had the smile of a hunter who had found and enjoyed a challenge. A Petrified Alvon watched the creature walk towards him, "Time to kill the crouse" With a burst of power, it attacked. Too fast, Unable to react Avlon is struck flying. The voice of the creature rang in his ears "I am a Mastiff with a C grade bloodline, your worst nightmare" "I am Rachid the 2^Aflerdon of many." Fighting his paralyzing fear and burning ribs, Avlon struck out with Bloodshed in response, channeling his aura as he struck. Rachid laughed, blocking the strike with the bat of a hand, before countering with a thrust of his claws. ~pleugh~ Alvon spat blood on contact, falling some distance away. The light of his fire under the nearby outcropping seemed to reflect him. It danced about, battered by strong winds, weak, and about to die. "I can't feel my chest", a gasping Alvon rasped. Looming over him a dark shadow." "You've done well surviving, but I'm hungry." The blatant disregard was as painful as any blade. Reaching down to grab Avlon like some type of road trash, an already dead dog, It angered him. "F##K YOU!!", The rage powered his broken body, striking out with Bloodshed, he cut the hand by the wrist. A hair-raising scream rang out as Rachid clutched his wound, the hand dangled from the wrist, nearly cut off. "You less than piliat scum, I'll eat you alive!!!" Scrambling away from the Mastiff, Avlon braced himself a few meters away. Staring at Rachid. Alvon drew Windbreaker, "What are going to do with that?" Rachid snarled. "Kill YOU!!!!" Alvon roared back. Rachid bellowed to the heavens, channeling his core, he grew by another su and slowly lost his humanoid form. An indistinct figure, composed of aura, condensed behind Avlon as he drew a Windbreaker into a full moon. Rachid now on all fours rushes Avlon, stretching his claws to separate his head and body. A ghastly figure appeared before Avlon's eyes, it was of similar countenance and looked like him. It jumped upwards and using its aura, shot the arrow into the chest of a ghastly imitation of Rachid. That appeared to have crashed into a tree. Moving as if controlled, Avlon charged up on raw emotions, traced the path of that ghastly figure. Rachid slams into a tree, missing the airborne Avlon, who with a deep breath, turns and fires the arrow. The arrow flew, unrestrained by the winds, and pierced Rachid's back. He falls over, as the conflicting energies of black and grey destroy his body. Alvon collapses and has to utilize the bow as a crutch to stand. He continues to lose blood, fading in and out of consciousness. In a strange turn of fate, he witnessed beings similar to Rachid appear and dig through his corpse. Tossing a sphere to him, one said, "Here, have this".
Varax,Capital of Varaxia
Same time, Month of Juy
Jaml's expression warped as he reviewed the report his father sent him. According to the report, Beastmen were spotted on the Western Front of Varaxia, Near Stal, in the Great Forest of Juni. It was estimated that in around five months' time, near the end of Moa, the war of domination would begin.
1^ Nehost is the goddess of the sky, so the sky is referred to as Nehost in this world.
2^ Aflerdon is the god of death, so Rachid is saying he is the death god of many.