[Fic: 100 prompts ] 022
Theme: 022 - Enemies
Words: 454
Character: Fenrir
Disclaimers: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
022 - Enemies
The pack came to a halt on the border of the mountain, in the exact same way the alpha had done a few seconds before. Following the sound of a grunt, they crouched.
Below, a group of humans riding horses passed with difficulty through the small corridor formed by the mountains. Further ahead the road became even narrower and they would have to go one by one, on a line. That was their chance to move in.
The alpha lead the pack down through paths only they knew. By the time the humans had reached that place, the wolves were already on their positions, eyes glowing at the sight of those who had trespassed into their territories.
The humans, with their attention focused on the problem ahead, had not noticed the pack behind them. Only when a howl broke the silence of the eternal snow they noticed them and by then, it was too late.
The pack broke into a sprint, the faster ones reaching the horses in a matter of seconds; the humans and their animals were on the ground before they could even take their weapons out. Bites silenced their screams and the alpha, who watched over the scene, howled again, to warn other humans that might be on their way that they would not allow them to pass through.
Only one of the humans had survived long enough to take out a dagger, but something stopped him. Among the pack stood, on his hands and feet, the boy he had heard of, but no story could have prepared him for the sight. For how natural the child looked among the animals. He belonged with them.
The boy noticed he was being observed and leapt forward, pushing the body further down into the snow. With his sharp nails he clawed at the man’s throat, one of his brothers taking care of the arm that held the dagger. In a matter of seconds, the last of the human group stopped struggling.
Fenrir turned towards the alpha, a different glow on his eyes. He waited for the approval in the gaze of the wolf with the moon-shaped scar and strode towards him. He wrapped his arms around the animal’s neck and buried his face into the fur. The wolf licked his cheek and grunted at him to step aside. The pack climbed back to the mountain and stood by the cliff, their eyes on the road that extended until it vanished among the white of the snow.
They couldn’t allow the humans, who had begun to appear more often following the rumor of the wolf-boy, to reach any further. They couldn’t allow them to come.
They couldn’t allow their enemies to take Fenrir away.
Words: 454
Character: Fenrir
Disclaimers: Saint Seiya © Masami Kurumada, Toei and Shueisha.
022 - Enemies
The pack came to a halt on the border of the mountain, in the exact same way the alpha had done a few seconds before. Following the sound of a grunt, they crouched.
Below, a group of humans riding horses passed with difficulty through the small corridor formed by the mountains. Further ahead the road became even narrower and they would have to go one by one, on a line. That was their chance to move in.
The alpha lead the pack down through paths only they knew. By the time the humans had reached that place, the wolves were already on their positions, eyes glowing at the sight of those who had trespassed into their territories.
The humans, with their attention focused on the problem ahead, had not noticed the pack behind them. Only when a howl broke the silence of the eternal snow they noticed them and by then, it was too late.
The pack broke into a sprint, the faster ones reaching the horses in a matter of seconds; the humans and their animals were on the ground before they could even take their weapons out. Bites silenced their screams and the alpha, who watched over the scene, howled again, to warn other humans that might be on their way that they would not allow them to pass through.
Only one of the humans had survived long enough to take out a dagger, but something stopped him. Among the pack stood, on his hands and feet, the boy he had heard of, but no story could have prepared him for the sight. For how natural the child looked among the animals. He belonged with them.
The boy noticed he was being observed and leapt forward, pushing the body further down into the snow. With his sharp nails he clawed at the man’s throat, one of his brothers taking care of the arm that held the dagger. In a matter of seconds, the last of the human group stopped struggling.
Fenrir turned towards the alpha, a different glow on his eyes. He waited for the approval in the gaze of the wolf with the moon-shaped scar and strode towards him. He wrapped his arms around the animal’s neck and buried his face into the fur. The wolf licked his cheek and grunted at him to step aside. The pack climbed back to the mountain and stood by the cliff, their eyes on the road that extended until it vanished among the white of the snow.
They couldn’t allow the humans, who had begun to appear more often following the rumor of the wolf-boy, to reach any further. They couldn’t allow them to come.
They couldn’t allow their enemies to take Fenrir away.