Hermitknut's Challenge
The boar would stand at bay
and aim to maul and maim
the thronging dogs, and they
would yelp and yowl in pain.
She stands on the hill, black hair whipping around her body. She watches them squirm, scream and fall, a grin on her face. This is what she’s always wanted. She hums to the chorus of their yowls. Oh, pain has never sounded so good. It’d always been the sounds of her own kind that echoed in her dreams. But now she could hurt the dogs of Camelot without lifting a finger.