Just a little something
Mary was on her way to her grandmother’s house, over the river and through the woods, when she encountered a wolf. The wolf was six feet four with slate gray colored fur. His claws were two inches long and sharp enough to slice through bark. Mary was late in her meeting with her grandmother, which was scheduled for the tenth of June. Due to her job as an assassin, Mary was not able to set out for her grandmother’s until the fifteenth of June. When the wolf jumped out at Mary she dealt him a swift right cross and a front kick sending him crashing to the ground.
Mary proceeded to hurry about her way and soon came to her grandmother’s house.
On entering the house, she noticed that the place seemed to be ransacked. Tables were knocked over and the curtains were ripped to tatters. Worried for her grandmother’s safety she pulled out her tiny dagger from her belt and crept quietly to the bedroom door. She opened it slowly and there her grandmother was safe and resting in her bed.
“Grandmother?” Mary asked stepping fully into the room and closing the door.
“Yes dear,” her grandmother said. Mary noted her words were slightly slurred and there was a hint of alcohol on her breath. Peering into her grandmother’s eyes she found them bloodshot.
“Why grandmother what big, tired eyes your have,” she said checking for bottles.
“From staying up late awaiting your arrival,” her grandmother said. She pulled roughly at the covers knocking her bonnet astray. Mangy, gray hair spilled out.
“Why grandmother what messy hair you have,” Mary said.
“From not wanting to spend time in the shower should you show up,” her grandmother said. Mary stepped closer to the bed until she was standing over her grandmother. As she leaned nearer her grandmother grinded wolfishly.
“Why grandmother what poor dental hygiene you have,” said Mary.
“From eating bad food and waiting to eat you!” With said her grandmother leapt from the bed. However, she was slowed when her clothes caught on a nail and ripped off giving Mary enough time to get out of the way as a massive claw scythed though the air. The wolf from the forest leapt at Mary’s throat but she dove to one side throwing her dagger as she hit the ground. With a practiced ease she was back on her feet and in a fighting stance. The wolf staggered to his feet and took three steps before collapsing to the ground with Mary’s dagger betwixt his ribs.
“Who says girls need woodsmen to help them slay a wolf,” Mary said as she opened the closet door and let her shaken grandmother out. “Well, grandmother, sorry I’m late but I brought you a new wolf hide.”
Her grandmother looked at the wolf then to her young granddaughter. “That’s my girl,” she said patting her on the cheek. “Just like your late grandfather used to do it.”
Mary proceeded to hurry about her way and soon came to her grandmother’s house.
On entering the house, she noticed that the place seemed to be ransacked. Tables were knocked over and the curtains were ripped to tatters. Worried for her grandmother’s safety she pulled out her tiny dagger from her belt and crept quietly to the bedroom door. She opened it slowly and there her grandmother was safe and resting in her bed.
“Grandmother?” Mary asked stepping fully into the room and closing the door.
“Yes dear,” her grandmother said. Mary noted her words were slightly slurred and there was a hint of alcohol on her breath. Peering into her grandmother’s eyes she found them bloodshot.
“Why grandmother what big, tired eyes your have,” she said checking for bottles.
“From staying up late awaiting your arrival,” her grandmother said. She pulled roughly at the covers knocking her bonnet astray. Mangy, gray hair spilled out.
“Why grandmother what messy hair you have,” Mary said.
“From not wanting to spend time in the shower should you show up,” her grandmother said. Mary stepped closer to the bed until she was standing over her grandmother. As she leaned nearer her grandmother grinded wolfishly.
“Why grandmother what poor dental hygiene you have,” said Mary.
“From eating bad food and waiting to eat you!” With said her grandmother leapt from the bed. However, she was slowed when her clothes caught on a nail and ripped off giving Mary enough time to get out of the way as a massive claw scythed though the air. The wolf from the forest leapt at Mary’s throat but she dove to one side throwing her dagger as she hit the ground. With a practiced ease she was back on her feet and in a fighting stance. The wolf staggered to his feet and took three steps before collapsing to the ground with Mary’s dagger betwixt his ribs.
“Who says girls need woodsmen to help them slay a wolf,” Mary said as she opened the closet door and let her shaken grandmother out. “Well, grandmother, sorry I’m late but I brought you a new wolf hide.”
Her grandmother looked at the wolf then to her young granddaughter. “That’s my girl,” she said patting her on the cheek. “Just like your late grandfather used to do it.”