Equinox The Old Forest

Knosis

Knosis

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The Old Forest. Anyone wise enough knows better than to enter these woods. Although magic may be waning in the world, people still believe that the the guardian spirit of these woods has grown to mistrust the humans of this world. Some say the guardian spirit was betrayed by a human, and in revenge had closed the gates of his gifts to the world for all eternity.

Some say those who are lost in the woods are doomed to wander for all eternity, never finding peace to pass on to their final rest. Mysteries float about these woods, as mysterious as some of the inhabitants that have dwelled here, half mad. These woods are not kind to those who dare find themselves wandering aimlessly within its shadows. Most that walk in, will never return.
 
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The sun was casting red rays in the sky as it disappeared from over the glistening trees. Icicles reflected the light in a thousand shards of brilliant light off the branches, casting rainbows on the ground and the area around. Most people had been morning the late Lady of the North's passing, and had gone to the funeral for her. So in the case of one missing hunter, no one listened to Áine's pleas for help to track her twin brother for any reason. And so, she ventured out on her own.

Áine and her brother normally hunted as a pair, so she was knowledgeable of the forests around most of the lands around Bliania. She knew which direction he was chasing the dunar herd. All it took was trying to track him now or find the dunar. She silently crouched and brushed her finger tips against the wet snow of the boot print. It wasn't fresh, a day or so, but someone following the herd had been through here. And Áine did not like the direction these prints had decided to go.

"You couldn't have been this stupid.." She muttered, her accent thick. Brushing back a strand of ebony hair behind her ear, she gazed towards the north. Erria, or more common called The Old Forest, was renown in legend and fact. A lot of people went there. Hardly any of them came back, and those who did were never the same. The fact her brother could have been so greedy to want to push into the reaches of those forests was almost unheard of. But the herd had a white dunar, and because of that she thought he would risk nearly anything to try to fell the beast.

At either rate, she would not find him this night. Night was falling swiftly now, and only fools and the damned roamed the woods at night with the warger about. She sighed and decided to make camp. The lean-to she had was simple, but well camouflaged to confuse even some of the other hunters she had gone with. Her father had taught them how to disguise the tents with branches and such in order to use the earth to help hide them from danger. Being alone, she wouldn't sleep well tonight, but she'd still be able to rest lightly with the help of the cover. She huddled there, wrapped in the dunar furs she had carried with her, chewing on some of the jerky she had brought with her. With her rations, she could stay another three days out in the woods, but her brother...

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Far from the echoes of death and passing of loved ones, far from the voices and reaches of civilization.

Trees stood like solemn giants towering over the lands below, great sentinels of old seemingly frozen in time like the frost which clung to their naked branches, a land which was unmarred by that of man simply forgotten. Not many traversed these lands and even less would call it their home. Though the promises of wealth and riches of untold was enough to lure those foolish and brave alike.

It was a rare day for the North, nary a cloud in sight save for the few tufts of billowy white which stretch across the eastern sky. Perhaps it was fortune the snow did not fall, leaving those prints clear and crisp upon the ground, unhindered if one chose to follow them.

Gray predatory hues tracked the progress of the female below- belonging to the silhouette of what seemed a creature lurking upon one of the upper branches of a tree stalking.. waiting.. the being remained motionless, until it was sure that its presence had gone unnoticed-- it was easy to overlook something that one was simply not looking for-- still he remained. Eyes narrowed beneath the empty sockets of that skull-mask. Muscles tensed and feet swept across the icy branch attempting to gain more purchase. Free hand which until held the shaft of a spear slowly lifted above his head, shoulders leaning back now and in one swift motion it is freed from grasp.

Like lightning cast upon the sky, the shaft of the spear glimmered as it raced through the air. thunk the tip of the spear buried itself into the trunk of a nearby tree, resounding with a hallowed echo. Close enough to get her attention, but enough breadth to prevent any accidents. Snow fell about Áine's camp and the tree shuddered beneath the force, into what seemed a violent flurry. There came anotherthump as the being landed heavily upon the ground, just feet from where the spear had been thrown and another couple of paces from that tent. Snow swirled about its dark form, before slowly subsiding.

Appearing more beast than man, Bola rose to a slightly crouched position. Those gray hues starring from beneath that ivory face, antlers stood out from either side of its head and there was the head of some creature resting upon his crown; which resembled more bear that the warger that were known to roam these lands. Hand moved from beneath that pelt finding the hilt of the short swords which rests at his side.

'Leave. While you're able.' demanded a somewhat gruff voice such as one unaccustomed to speech.

'The Forest welcomes not.' it was a vague warning to be sure... there were not the usual questions of who... or why.. simply uncaring.

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The lean woman's instincts kicked in and she ducked and rolled, all the while freeing her skinning knife from her belt. She crouched as soon as she had her feet underneath her again, her hazel hues searching for whatever came as her aggressor. They narrowed on the wild-man, and she remained tense, like a snake preparing to defend itself. It was not the first time Áine had seen a Wilder before, but it had been the first time one had spoken to her. Most kept their distance as the creatures of these forests did, observing from afar. It was often aluded that these people were no longer human, or were never human at all, but beasts themselves.

And this one truly did look it.

So it came to her surprise to find he was capable of speech, albeit rough. At first she wasn't sure what to say. "I'm looking for my brother." She finally said a bit louder than she normally spoke, as if he were hard of hearing. "I know he came this way." She added, narrowing her eyes on Bola. "Have you seen him? If so, can you help me find him? Then I will leave the forest and I'll never return to these parts."

She looked as though her mind was set. She would not leave until she had accomplished her goal and, unless he bodily removed her from the forest, she wasn't leaving. And even if he dragged her out, she'd only return with more determination.

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Crystalline, the warmth of breath touches the chilled air causing it to pour from his mouth like steam from a cup. Those dull hues following her motions as she tumbled towards the side in an unnecessary effort to avoid the incoming projectile, and reached for her blade. Suggesting there might be something more. It served if only to put more distance between them.

He remained motionless, until she had finished speaking, shoulders rolling from beneath snow dusted fur-- That pelt worn like a cloak over his shoulders and with those subtle movements taking on a life of its own as if some unimaginable creature was trapped within. Slowly he rose to his full height, seemingly towering over the small girl, those horns adding further to the illusionary Height. There was some truth to that stature and as he moved, granting glimpses of toned flesh beneath.

She must have been desperate to seek help from one perceived as a beast.

Slowly he approached her, or rather moved to retrieve she shaft which was still protruding from the face of the tree. The spear bows slightly with a subdued push before the bladed head is dislodged and the tip falls towards the ground. He turned to face her once more-- Something compelled him to help her, perhaps it was a story not so dissimilar to his own, and help he would by offering the girl reasoned advice.

'Then look no more. If he came up this way .' Repeated . 'He's already dead. Turn back now or be met with the same end.'

Eyes flashed slightly under the pale moonlight, specs of red scattered throughout gray irises those hue dull and opaque as if a mask themselves, yet there was something hidden behind sealed doors. Something decidedly human.. The parts of eyes that could be seen through those gaping holes were rimmed in black.

Determination evident on her face, and perhaps what eventually lead to that turn. A deep exhale and the man lowered his head, motioning towards that small dwelling with the head of the spear.

'Not wise to sleep 'er on ground...' and as if to accent his point the distant cries of the wulger could be heard permeating from the nearby forest. 'Will help but you will pay something of equal value..' it was a brief reminder that nothing was ever really free-- perhaps testing to see just how far she was willing to go. How highly she valued the life of her brother. 'Follow.' came the simple command, and without really waiting to see if she would come began towards the entrance of the forest.
 
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Desperate was one word for it. Áine had no one to turn to back home. No one had listened to her pleas for help, to find her brother to pull him from whatever danger he had gotten himself into. So if help was willing to come in form of a massive beast-man, she wasn't about to pass up the opportunity. She grew more tense and still as he grew closer to her, muscles in her limbs readying to pounce should she need to.

"He's not dead." She stated firmly. "I would know." She seemed confident in her answer to him. The pair of them had been nearly inseparable since birth. Many people had made comment how odd it had been for the pair to be able to sense what the other was feeling, even if they had not seen each other for quite a while.

The woman looked incredulously towards the beast-man, having switched to wanting her to leave to willing to help in nearly a flip of a coin. She straightened from her crouch silently, rising to the full five eleven she stood. He would help for payment, but what could she offer one who did not live the same as she did? She decided then, it didn't matter. If it meant finding her brother alive, she was willing to give him anything.

"Very well." She responded quietly, to both the demand for payment and the command. She hadn't even asked what the payment would be, nor question why he had changed his mind. She would not tempt fate with him changing his mind again. Ducking back down to grab her quiver and bow, she slung them both over her shoulder and grabbed her bag. Áine wasn't exactly comfortable about putting away her skinning knife, so she merely tucked it in her belt. She decided it best to just leave the lean-to but grabbed the dunar blankets and wrapped them about her shoulders as she rushed to catch up to Bola.

Bola would find that his new companion had a light step, even as she trotted towards him. She scarcely made a sound as she moved.

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Bola was not entirely convinced at her declaration even if they had been siblings, it was all the more reason to disbelieve. Those who were desperate often held onto whatever hope they could, even if it was an impossible task and they became blinded to it. Lips part slightly- expelling a puff of air, though it was more so to himself--- what had he just gotten himself into?

That anyone unaccustomed to these lands would last more than a few days on their own especially while tracking the Dunar-- Those predators were often not far behind . He had seen those tracks and had followed the girl's motions before finally saying Hello at the tip of a spear. He held it now in his right hand, the butt of the spear boring shallow holes into the loosely packed snow as he walked. Those tracks still visible | scintillating under the pale lunar glow. His own steps were much more prominent almost deliberately so- ice crunched softly beneath black leather boots.

Áine's footfalls were light- like a distant echo to his own, yet she tagged along as the shadow behind him. It was enough to know that she had decided to follow and the male stopped after a while allowing theGirl to close the distance between them. Bola did not mind having the woman at his back even if she were armed -- even if he had just chucked a spear in her direction. Just as it was odd for the Hunter, to have changed his mind quickly it was even more odd that she would seek out his help. He did not see her as a threat, which was just as fortunate for hers.

The male carried himself with an air of confidence - as if he simply belonged -- Walking this same path many times before. The untamed lands of the north and Bola, just as wild.-- As if spawned from the very pits of the forest itself. He certainly looked the part and it was due to his unusual appearance that the hunter was able to walk about so freely, appearing even more dangerous than those hellish 'hounds' which stalked the shadows.

What was a fitting price, how could one value a life? Payment accepted as thus: Anything... Everything.

'Three moons.' he spoke softer this time .. though it was evident that the male did not speak much, or rather he had simply been secluded in these woods for far too long. 'Then you go back... not waste memory of thy kin by foolish death.'

They stood now at the base of a tree. Free hand lifted to grasp at the dark. A rope materialized from the darkness, seemingly drawn from the shade of the tree as if his hand vanished into an alternate reality drawing the line across the plane. No, that was not the case.- Though it was concealed against the trunk of the tree and easily overlooked - the end was looped and touched the ground he slipped his foot into that loop-- and thrusts the spear into a sash about his back securing it in place. Digits clenched tightly around those threads, his free hand extending towards her.

'We go up..' not seeming to have a concept of personal space either... that choice however was entirely up to her.

-- Bola's Den -- the rope, hoisted around a pulley that supported a counterweight on the opposite end and acted as a lift- all that needed to be done was to release the post holding the weight in place and up they went -like a bolt loosed from a crossbow it shot skyward and hovered precariously over one of the lower hanging branches. Still it was a considerable height even at the lowest branch. The entrance to a small hallow carved into The trunk of the tree was covered by an animal pelt which served both to keep the elements out and the heat[light] in, though an amber-glow could be seen glowing around the edges where the skin was fastened to the tree.

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"Very well." The woman accepted his terms. Three days was all the more she had to stay out here on her own without resorting to hunting-- Valuable time that would have been wasted for searching for her brother. Besides, if she hadn't found him in three days..

No, she couldn't allow herself to think of such things. Aiden was alive, and hurt. Her shoulder had been stinging as if she had fallen on it hard for the last day when she'd done nothing to injure it. He was still alive, and she knew it, if only clinging to that small bond they have had since they were children. She shook her head and followed Bola until he stopped in front of a tree, in which he produced an hidden rope. Her hazel hues followed the thin thing up the side until they uncovered the small specks of light from the carved den above.

If she were to continue her thin trust with the beast man, she would have to trust him not to shove her out or drop her on the way up. Narrowing her eyes at the man, she had to make a decision and soon. The howls of the warger closer than they had be prior. What choice did she have at this point? "What is your name?" She asked, mistrust in her voice as she moved forward. Even if she had none, she knew who she'd curse in the afterlife should he betray her trust.

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Gray hues narrow slightly on Aine as the girl asks for his name, it was a reasonable request given the situation, and the implied level of trust to either reach out and take his hand or grab onto the rope itself. It was difficult to trust someone who hid behind the guise of a mask-- or so one would reason. It had been a long since he had heard his name spoken on the lips of another, so long that for a brief moment it seemed like the man had forgotten was it was. A moment seemed to pass, even as the howls of those beast grew nearer.

His actions were unhurried simply thoughtful, then there came a reply. 'Bola.' In that same tone he had used before, those words sounding foreign , no more than a distant memory, though he did not seem interested in her own, set on keeping their 'three day' agreement knowing her name was not something that served him once they parted ways.

He noted the girls own reluctance-- she was free to make her own decision he did not force her and her Camp was close enough that she could return if she wished to chance the night. Though by now he seemed to be growing impatient his hand which held onto the rope, swinging it lightly back and forth contemplating making that choice for her... Pausing however as she advanced towards him, those steps forward taken as acceptance by the male and with their current proximity taking hold of her was not that daunting of a task, unless she tried to resist. The scent of the forest was thick on that fur cloak, warm like burnt pine and unmistakable at their current nearness--

At the top of the tree he lowered her onto the branch below ,before jumping soon after and landing closer to the entrance . Those keen eyes gazing into the surrounding darkness. Back turned to her now as he made his way towards the entrance, a single hand lifting to remove that ivory skull; little need for it though he had yet to reveal his face.

The male had to duck to clear the low bearing entrance. [partly the reason for removing that mask before entry].

'Come in.. close behind you..'

A fire pit glowed at the center of the room resting on a bed of stone, small holes carved upward towards the ceiling, venting the smoke. There was only one word to describe the small den. Cozy. it was lightly furnished with only a single chair and table towards one side and a fur covered bed which was in the back corner opposite from the entrance, everything appeared to be handmade.-- The walls were littered with various tools, anything that a hunter might need to survive in the north, and sparkled in the firelight, warmth easily filled the room as well as the aroma of soup which stewed over the fire.
 
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The woman had enough grace not to yelp as soon as the two of them shot up into the air, but it had been nerve wrecking to suddenly be so high so quickly. She quickly tried to find her balance as he dropped her on one of the branches, flailing her arms slightly until she could steady herself. Her heart raced in what felt her throat, and it took several gulps of air to quiet the adrenaline induced pulse. Swallowing hard, she looked over the side slightly and watched a pack of wargers run underneath, each massive head a different shade of grey or black against the white snow underneath. The massive wolf-like creatures were the size of a horse, and even some northern clans had found ways to tame the beasts and use them as mounts instead. Once tamed, they were incredibly loyal companions, but in the wild, these creatures were as unpredictable as any wild creature.

She turned her gaze to Bola. He was no exception to the rule. "Thank you." She said, slowly following him inside. She made sure to close the entrance behind her. The blessed warmth was welcoming after having expecting to be out in the frozen tundra for three days. "I appreciate you helping me.." She said quietly, taking a look around. "My family always repays our debts, whatever the cost to us. And I'll ensure I live to pay out mine." She said, although it was an unnecessary gesture. She found a spot by the wall, hoping to be far enough out of the way to not be a nuisance, and sat cross legged on the floor of the small enclosure.

The smell of the warm soup taunted her, and even her stomach betrayed her as it roared its displeasure quietly. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small stone and threw it into her mouth and started sucking on it. A trick hunters had learned to extend their food supply, sucking on the stone would eventually make her feel less hungry, although she should probably eat later. She wasn't going to burden him any more than she needed to.

"Áine, by the way." She told him. It was a closure to their deal. He knew her name, and she knew his.

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The pack circled the base of the tree muzzles pressed to ground surly they picked up on the new scent, but no sooner had they arrived were they off again, trotting off into the surrounding forest to continue their late-night hunt. Their cries heard even as Áine entered the small chambers, and drew the pelt over the entrance once more. There were a few fasteners which held it in place, blocking out the bitter chill while keeping the warmth circulating about the room. Comparing Bola to one of those beasts-- wasn't far off . Though despite how wild the male appeared to be he seemed to possess a practical mind, from construction of the lift which delivered them upon the lower branches to the room itself. And, like the Warger, his actions were perhaps just as unpredictable, one moment asking her to leave and in the next offering her shelter and a place to rest .

There was no reason to his actions at least one that was easily discerned and he continued about his own tasks seemingly ignoring her for the moment as she found a spot upon the opposite wall.... the room was small but they both fit comfortably, and left enough space for the male to walk around her and the fire without much risk of tripping.

That ivory skull is set upon the table with a hallow clunk, a long jagged crack running from the top of the dome down over its nose. Those horns framing two brackets which protrude from the wall, he drew a sword before setting it upon those hooks, then returned his spear to another empty spot on the wall, followed by anything else that he may have been carrying, seemingly prepared for any situation that he may encounter in while wilderness.. Everything had its place.. everything that was except for the girl who now sat upon the floor.

Bola turned to face her, still donning that fur cloak which he wore like his own skin.. That beast's head fell from his own, releasing the untamed mane beneath raven lock fell every which way taking their own meandering path, resting upon either shoulder. Eyes rimmed in black, regard the female quietly. And whatever the hunter lacked in the way of speech he made up for in body language, his own presences not easily ignored within that confined space. She was after all within the Lions-den. Then there came a low growl [from the girl] which stirred the silence.

'Save thanks.. until we find your brother.' He did not need to remind her that her brother was still out there, facing the elements that she was spared from. 'Three days you will have your answer.'

He moved to the fire pit and stirred the contents before filling two bowls[it was all he had], and two beakers with water[it was all he needed]. They were placed on the floor beside her, before quietly returning to the chair which his own spoils to consume his meal. Looking up finally as the girl introduced herself.

'Áine' he repeated, 'Eat... Rest...'

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The girl didn't need to be asked twice. She took the stone from her mouth and placed it back into her pocket for now. Taking the bowl, she blew on the soup carefully to cool it off enough to sip on. She pondered upon his words as she downed the warming liquid carefully. Three days she would have her answer. Three days would determine the fate of the last of her family. A stone gathered at the pit of her stomach at the thought. Finishing the soup and the water he had also given her, she drew the dunar pelts close around her and fell into an uneasy sleep.

Her dreams raced on though. She was running, but from what? All she could catch were glimpses of shadows and knew they were neither friendly, nor safe to stay around. She ran as fast as she could, but everywhere she went to hide, even in the trees, there were shadows that attacked her. She jumped from a cliff in order to escape being surrounded by them, only to fall hard on her right leg. Pain ran up her leg, but it was still usable. Quickly, she found her feet under her again and limped towards the frozen river. There, she saw another person standing there. Áine reached for the person, grabbing for their shoulder. "Hey..!" She called out to them. "Run! The shadows...!" The person turned around, revealing a half way decayed face and death staring straight into her eyes.

Áine bolted straight up from where she laid with a shout. Cold sweat glistened on her skin and she ached thoroughly. Her chest was on fire, as if she had spent the entire night running and her right leg still pained her greatly. Quietly she stood and walked out of the small hut, finding she needed air or she was going to be sick. She sat down on the branch outside, balanced carefully so as she tried to chase the memories of the dreams from head. Her brother was in danger, if the dreams were any sign to that. And she couldn't help but feel useless as she waited and watched the sun rise.

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Gray hues watched the woman over the rim of the bowl and it was not long until he finished his own mean, setting the empty bowl onto the table for now alongside that half-empty beaker. The remainder of the night drew on in silence and soon Áine drifted off into slumber, leaving the man to contemplate alone. It seemed that she trusted him enough to fall asleep at least, or perhaps it was the events of the day finally catching up to her?

The Hunter stared blankly into those low embers . Wood crackling softy as it turned to ash and fell away, another log was added to the pit just enough to keep it going for the remainder of the night. And with that he rose from his chair and returned to the pallet of furs he called a bed. The rest of the night carried on uneventfully: the air was quiet and still-- like a dark omen lingering over them-- abating the violent snow storms that these lands were know for at least for the time being. The tracks left by those beasts of the night were visible upon the ground at the base of the tree and lead back into the depths of the woods.. their home.

The sudden shout drew Bola's attention; though he was slow to rise waiting until the female had left [perhaps she would appreciate the space] the small cavern before slowly pushing himself from his own bed . The sun had yet to rise-- already the sky was beginning to change colors hues of golden orange painting the distant sky, like a canvas of white. There were few clouds as it had been the previous night and if they were fortunate it would stay that way until the girl was able to complete her tasks Though things seldom worked that way, and in the harsh tundra the weather was bound to change sooner rather than later.

Bola, like the rising of the sun, emerged from that pelt covered hut pushing the flap back with his forearm. He was already dressed and seemingly ready to go sporting that same attire that he wore when he first fell from the tree in front of her. Noting her fits through the previous night, he chose not to bring them up and merely walked across the branch to where she had been sitting , starring out at the distant clouds.

'Are you ready? We may not be able to return tonight.'
 
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The woman had barely noticed Bola as he had approached, so when he spoke it broke whatever thoughts she had. Her brows furrowed slightly in worry. Bola had been true to his word so far, and had proven trust worthy enough to have stayed with the previous night. She hadn't meant to sleep so deeply but it had happened and although luck seemed to be on her side, she didn't want to chance fate again.

With a sigh and a grunt, she forced herself from sitting to standing on the branch. Carefully, she moved past Bola with lithe steps, brushing against him very lightly as there was enough, and headed back into his den for a moment. She returned with her bow and quiver shouldered, and her shoulders drapped with one of the shorter dunar skins. If the clouds were any indication, it was going to be a cold day for the pair of them.

She understood though. Their journey may take them far from this place, and it would be unproductive if they returned here every night. The orange rays of the morning sun gleamed off her skin and shone in her eyes, giving her the appearance of one of mountain cats that prowled in these forests as well. "I am." She stated plainly. "Lets be off."
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The woman went back to where she last found her brothers trail. It was old now, and mostly covered by freshly fallen drifts here and there, but there were still signs of where he had stumbled through the day previous. It was a good sign, but she couldn't hope to continue to be as lucky. Other tracks would cross his eventually, or snow piles would have been heavier in some places than others. She turned to look at Bola. He would have to be her guide for the most part through these woods. The old forest was well known for swallowing up humans, and never releasing them. It was even rumored that if an individuals died within the forest, that their soul would not join in on the final feast and wander aimlessly in the old forest for the rest of time.

She shivered at that thought.

"I'll follow you." She said quietly. "I do not know these woods as you do. If you cannot track him further, I will try to find his trail again." She was one of the best trackers from her village.

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The branch was like a long arching bridge, easily supporting their combined room there was enough room for her to maneuver around him without too much difficulty though she would brush lightly against that fur cloak. The male used the opportunity to reset the contraption that had brought them up there in the first place, a necessary step to ensure that they would be able to return, though they most likely would be able to return until the end of their journey with or without the girls brother. Regardless of the outcome however, Bola suspected that he would return alone.

The snow crunched softly beneath his feet as he landed safely upon the ice covered tundra below, one last final glance cast towards his home before he looked towards the trail ahead. Slowly, he followed the woman allowing her to lead the way to where those tracks had been the previous night. The shallow outline of feet- partially dusted over with the snow - they were heading north deeper into the forest. He crouched over one of those prints there was also a myriad of other prints -- that of the Dunar , followed by another cluster of paw prints that were more fresh than the others. Though he did not mention it to the girl, their signs would be apparent.

"The creatures out her... don't fear human." he began, as he slowly led the small party towards the edge of the forest. The tree that they had come from still within sight-- a pair of trees loomed over the path like great sentinels. Those keen eyes narrowed slightly taking in everything around them.. the trees, those tracks, looking for any signs of the girl's brother. "If they notice your presence, they'll come to you.'' indeed the creatures around these parts were more bold than those that inhabited the forests of nearby towns, some even say that they appear bigger.. faster.. stronger.. though tales of such nature usually get stretched with the imagination. "If we find ourselves being stalked by those beast.. best keep moving.. they circle pray before attacking we keep that from happening. And if it come to that..'' a single hand rose to rest upon the horn that hung from his neck. "I will lead them with this.. hide and wait for me." he made sure that she understood before turning once more towards the forest.

It appeared as if a great abyss the space between those trees a mere shadow, and soon their journey would begin.

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The woman watched Bola, her eyes filled with determination, and the slightest hint of fear. She would be foolish to deny it, nor would she lie. This forest was known to swallow the souls of the unfortunate who'd ventured misguided into her embrace. She would be the only one who gave mercy upon them, if there were any to give. They were willfully wondering into her domain, knowing full well the consequences.

"I understand." She finally murmured about the bold beasts that wonder this realm. And thus, she followed him into the unknown.

The trees did thicken greatly after a bit of walking, standing as though they were tall sentinels braced against the Ever-winter that this old forest seemed to remain in. They were full of prickly needles on their branches, and blocked most of the sun from the ground, though there was still enough lighting in their path they could see clearly. The quiet of these woods was stifling, with not much but the crunch of their feet, the occasional breeze whipping at the top of the trees, or the rustle of feathers as birds took from their perches. The trees themselves were odd, as they grew deeper in, Áine began to notice little crystal-like abscesses pocking the bark of them. They glowed faintly in the shadows, a ghostly light. Curious, though not enough to stray from Bola, she searched for more as they moved deeper.

Further in the abscesses, she discovered, were buds of flowers. She had seen some of the bloomed ones later on as they passed. The petals were nearly glass-like and see through, with patterns marked only by the faint glow it gave. There seemed to be a haze around it though, a mist almost and as Bola walked further, she decided better of it than to investigate closer. "What are those..?" She asked.

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From the back Bola appeared even more like the beast that he had just described, the fur of some creature framing his shoulders and the creatures head drawn over his own with those dual antlers jutting out of the sides of his head. He moved with a purposed step, slowly trailing behind those tracks which disappeared into the trees, snow crunching and shifting softly beneath leather boot. And as they disappeared under the darkness of those trees the forest seemed as if it had swallowed them, somber tree looming just overhead their pines like a thousand daggers which shook softly with a subtle breeze. The tracks darted in wide arches upon the ground weaving between trees as they venture deeper into the darkness. The Clear sky visible between the pines though there was an ever present shadow that danced upon the ground below. And a subtle breeze that pushed the tops of tree, causing snow to drift lazily about them.

The male continued on in silence for a while, moving with an almost ease despite the uneven terrain and the various pitfalls and roots which lurked just beneath the surface. He slowed finally as she spoke seemingly breaking the silence as she indicated towards those small –jewels- that clung to the bark of the tress true he had seen them before while wandering the woods though if there was a name for them he would not have none it. Finally he comes to a halt taking the moment to look up at the sky attempting to judge the time. The canopy ahead becoming more and more dense the deeper they went though still divots of light could be seen through their breaks. “Plant not good… most animals ignore it as do I.” He spoke quietly, noting that much of nothing grew here.. and those that did had adapted various properties to deal with the harsh environment. And as a result, most of them were toxic is some way.

“Here.” He turned slightly and motioned towards the girl, and moving aside would reveal a large splatter of blood, and what looked like drag makes through the snow.“Dunar..” he assured her. “Though it seems your brother may have crossed paths with one of those packs.”
 
As written by Xin and Knosis

The woman pried her eyes from the flowers at the mention of the tracks of dunar and her brother. The crimson stains on the white snow was alarming. With her dreams the night before, she couldn’t help but wonder whether or not the blood was human or beast. Her breath came in mists as she reached down to gently trace one of the tracks in the snow, one that wasn’t shaped like the hooves of the antlered creature.

“Bola..” She murmured. “Can the dead roam the world?” She asked quietly. The question came out of the air, but memories still haunted her of the corpse she had seen in her dream. The paled eyes glossed over with death staring her in her face. “Does this old forest curse the souls that pass here.. To roam forever in this place?”

She stood up and her eyes followed the trail and blood stains. She brushed a strain of hair back behind her ear.

Suddenly the air would become still, as if the world was holding its breath. No sound was being made. To those sensitive to it, they would feel as though something was in the area. Something threatening. Something sinister and evil.

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Crimson dotted the ground brightly against a white canvas of snow, he examined those marks and the direction that they trailed, the tracks themselves appeared chaotic as if whatever had created them had been set in a frenzy, making it hard to distinguish one set of tracks though the shallow trench ploughed trough the snow before dropping over a ledge onto a creek-bed which was no more than a shallow rut. He would have carried on, though her words drew him from his task as she spoke of the dead.

Slowly he turned forward, fur cloak seeming to ripple about him, he focused upon the tree-line, watching the shadows dance and sway upon the ground just out a reach. A small breath fluttered through the trees causing their branches to creek and groan as if in response, before stilling once more. The forest made no sound now, as if merely speaking of the dead was somehow enough to draw the here. He lifted the tip of his spear, light dancing across the surface of the blade as if a prism and darting across the ground.

“They do..” he replied simply, he could see them, in the darkness. The ghosts of those he lost, with their dead eyes and cold stare, they had haunted him ever since he had come to this forest. Slowly he turned to face her. And they were gone. [perhaps never there to begin with] a shadow of memory meant for him alone.

“Let us find your brother.” He spoke with a renewed urgency. And even as he did, a slight tingle worked its way across his skin a subtle touch—the cool air against the back of neck. Someone or something had been watching them. Though whatever it had been that touched him it did not show upon Bola, as if there were nothing out of the ordinary.

He turned and made his way towards the small ledge, before sliding down the slope, though it was more of a shallow ridge onto the creek-bed at least the part he chose to descend along the banks the walls rose high enough for one to break a leg if they were not careful. Instead of water there were small blades of ice. Filling small ruts where the water was deep enough to have frozen over. Towards the left, an opening of carved stone. A dark maw. Which was framed by rock and the roots of a nearby tree which broke the earth, and nearly covered the entrance.

Slowly, the male turned, waiting for the girl to catch up before pointing towards the entrance. “I think he went down there.” He pointed towards the entrance with the tip of his spear.

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The woman shivered, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on point as she turned her gaze to the area surrounding her. His words had not brought her comfort, and what little warmth she had gained had whisked itself away with the dread that filled her belly. She was afraid. Not for her brother, or for herself. But what this ancient woodland forest had lingering in its shadows, a darkness so evil and vile that it refused to let the creatures of the light leave its clutches when their light was extinguished. Perhaps even, the forest itself was the true evil.

She shivered and gasped as she caught movement from a side glance. Whatever had been there was gone before she looked at it properly, and her heart began to race in her chest. Back peddling towards Bola, she barely heard his words before she ran full force into him. "Bola, we need to get out of here.." She whispered, half frantically. "There is something here."

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Thump, the sound was muffled by the thick fur of the cloak he wore as she backed into him, though the force scarcely caused him to budge almost as if he were one of those great trees frozen in time, hardened leather – which bound his torso beneath. He whipped around quickly a simple reflex when something chose to approach him from behind. Digits clasped around the hilt of a long pointed dagger, meant for piercing. Grey hues met her own, appearing in that instant almost blank as a sort of feral nature took hold of the man, though he quickly regained himself. Chest falling slowly, as he expelled his breath. A sort of mist slipping past his lips. His opposite hand fell towards the side, thrusting the dagger into the sheath at his chest once more. “Áine.” He called her name softly, crystalline breath slipping past his lips. Though his own face remained expressionless as ever, covered by that skull mask. He shook his head. Hand moving to rest against her shoulder to steady her.

“The only way to go is forward, unless you give up.. go home? Should have never come.” He told her, though he did not give her much time to reply before he stepped away from her and moved towards the entrance of the ruins, he found a decent sized stick which had fallen from one of the trees and wrapped a pre-paired cloth. Which had been infused with fat and oil. He reached for the knife and drew steal once more striking it against a piece of flint he used to ignite the makeshift-torch. Perhaps now she could see why he had only given her three days or why he had assumed the worse already.

He turned back to her once more hopefully giving her enough time to think the options over, the warmth of the flame licking against his cheeks. “Well?” He questioned and moved over to the ruins mouth, boots clicking softly against stone.Thump, the sound was muffled by the thick fur of the cloak he wore as she backed into him, though the force scarcely caused him to budge almost as if he were one of those great trees frozen in time, hardened leather – which bound his torso beneath. He whipped around quickly a simple reflex when something chose to approach him from behind. Digits clasped around the hilt of a long pointed dagger, meant for piercing. Grey hues met her own, appearing in that instant almost blank as a sort of feral nature took hold of the man, though he quickly regained himself. Chest falling slowly, as he expelled his breath. A sort of mist slipping past his lips. His opposite hand fell towards the side, thrusting the dagger into the sheath at his chest once more. “Áine.” He called her name softly, crystalline breath slipping past his lips. Though his own face remained expressionless as ever, covered by that skull mask. He shook his head. Hand moving to rest against her shoulder to steady her.

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Áine's breath slowed, the puffs of mists trailing towards the sky as she stared up into his eyes. She had known the risks. Known the fears? No. What could have prepared her for this hell? As he turned towards the ruins, her own grey hues turned back towards where she had seen the movement in the shadows, and froze. The creature stood, watching her from behind one of the trees, one of the eerily beautiful flowers illuminating its eyes to make them seem to glow. The creature gave a too wide grin. Áine gasped, her voice caught in her throat as she tried to uproot her feet from the ground. Her legs gave way, and she fell to the ground on her rump.

Bola's voice calling for her again startled her, and she looked his way, then back towards the tree. The creature that had been was now gone. Her head spun side to side as she tried to find it again, to no avail. Her chest tightened and the frost land around her seemed to grow even more hellishly cold.

No, there was no turning back. There was only forward now, the woman knew.

She struggled to her feet, trying to find what dignity she had left and brushed the cold snow from her pants. "You're right. I probably should have never come." She said, surprised her voice sounded so calm despite her fear. "But I'm here now, and I might as well continue on.." Áine gave Bola a look. "However, its come to my realization, I may not have realized what I have asked of you. Should you wish to turn back, I would understand." She knew what she was saying may as well meant her own death if he decided to leave. Her hands were trembling, but the determination was clear in her eyes. She walked forward and past the beast man without hesitating, knowing that demon was watching her every move.

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The fire seemed to dance in his dull gray eyes as he studied her, illuminating those fain crimson specs which dotted irises, narrowed slightly as she landed upon the soft snow. Shaking his head slowly as she asked if wanted to turn back. He had already agreed to help her hadn’t he? Knowing full well the dangers that lurked in the forest. Whether it be some unknown beast or some unforeseen chasm hidden under a thin layer of snow, which may have proven just as deadly. Though he seemed sure of foot, he had traveled this far at least, knowing every rock and stone. Which roots were safe to eat which were not. Various caves and caverns though he seldom entered. He waited until she had steadied herself before making her way towards the entrance of the cave which yawned from the ground, whispering silently with a subtle breath.

Jagged teeth lined the entrance and the stairwell leading downward twisted and turned like a crooked spine, roots of trees having broken through the walls causing parts to fall in on itself though there was still enough room for them to pass. “I gave word, didn’t I.” he was no more deterred than he had been when he agreed to help her even with the shadows that lurked through in the shadows.

“I know little of what lies ahead.” He told her, bringing the torch upward to illuminate some of the inscriptions that decorated the stone they were somewhat faded where water had once ran over them though now preserved in a sheet of ice which had frozen them in time. “Caves are home to beasts, not wise to enter.” Least of all during the day when they may be slumbering. He gave her one last look before slowly moving towards the edge, boots scuffing softly against the ground sending a few pebbles tumbling down the winding stairs the sound echoed softly off the narrow walls and there seemed to be no end. Until finally they were surrounded by silence once more.

“I will go first.. watch step.” And he crouched beneath the entrance—before making his way downward.
 
As written by Xin and Knosis

The woman nodded silently and smiled faintly. It soothed some of her worries knowing at least, he had decided not to leave her to fate. Still, Aine couldn't help shake the feeling she knew they were beingstalked. Daring a look over a shoulder, the dark haired woman caught a glimpse of the shadow that had decided to follow them into the cavern after some time had passed.

"Bola.." She whispered quietly. "There is something following us.. And I don't think its a normal wulger either..."

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Soundlessly the creature watched as the pair made their way into the cave. HER cave! A silent scowl escaped her clenched teeth, prompting her to sulk into the shadows until the pair had gone out of sight.

The fur on the creature did not move naturally with the body that it seemed to be attached to. As if the body was way too small for the mass of flesh and fur that covered it. The head looked as though it belonged to a Wulger once before, now covered most of the face of its host. The lower jaw was missing, and its eyes were missing from all too wide eye sockets, replaced by the silver flecked hues from the creature within.

Well, if they wanted to invite themselves to her home.. The creature stepped forward softly, following the pair to where they stayed just in sight. Her front limb-- a hand -- reached into the furs to pull a sharpened stone and kept it close.

..Perhaps they would be good for dinner.

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The beast-man pushed his way into the caves entrance having to duck quite low as the horns on his mask scrapped softly against the roof of the cavern- he continued downward following the twisting of the stair the light of the flame casting an unshapely shadow across the walls—which appear almost as gruesome as whatever the creature following them. Until the room opening up once more and they entered an open room a cave of sorts with stone and rocks strewn about the ground. As well as several wooden tables which were still adorned with ancient pots as if whoever inhabited had just one day left. – a hall of some kind. Roots dangled from the ceiling like ropes. The air was chilled and his breath danced lightly from his lips though at least they would not have the wind to contend with and the flame from the torch was warm enough.

He pressed on and the deeper they went the more and more the ruins began to look like normal caves as it connected with the vast cave network which ran like veins beneath the forest. Whatever inscriptions that had once decorated the walls had been weathered by time leaving no traces of who might have once lived here.

He glanced over his shoulder at the mention of following them, he heard it too, or was the faint pitter patter of water dripping onto the caves floor which sounded like unsteady footsteps. Those eyes narrowed slightly as he starred into the surrounding darkness.

“If it is one… then we are lucky.” He told her, knowing that if more of those creatures had laid below it would have alerted them by now and they would have already been surrounded—and they would have little change of escape. The shadows continued to slide along the walls as the creature crept just out of reach, though silver glowing orbs pierced the darkness. Its skin seeming to move as if a creature struggling to escape. Those eyes narrowed slightly focusing within the darkness.—as he attempted to discern what the creature was. Drawing his spear out in-front of him, now that the room allowed a bit more clearance. He contemplated a moment throwing the torch or not, though he did not wish to lose their only source of light. Instead he readied himself, a hand moving to Áine's shoulder as he positioned between the two of them.
“Don’t like creature at back…” He spoke quietly, feeling like it was something they should deal with before continuing their search.

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The raven haired woman watched from behind Bola, pulling the bow from her shoulder and notching an arrow, just in case. Her hand was trembling, and no matter how hard she tried to steady it, it was no use.

The creature circled the dark, even well after Bola had stopped. Soft growls echoed as it moved silently back and forth in a semi-circle. To Áine, it looked a demon. Her heart was pounding loudly, and the creature could hear it, smell the fear on the woman. It was trying to find a way to get around Bola to the smaller, much weaker one, but to no avail.

The creature growled its frustration and after a long while, stepped into the light.

Áine released a terrified gasp. In her eyes, the creature was only small because part of its ribs were absent of flesh, one eye glowed where the other was missing. It would, to her, reek of decayed flesh that she could smell from behind Bola.

The small creature slowly moved towards Bola, looking as if it were looking for an opportunity to strike, to leap at him. Her lips were drawn back in a snarl, showing very human canines. Finally, she would rush towards Bola's right, the jagged blade aiming to strike him in his side.

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The creature seemed to skirt just along the edge of the light in a wide arch looking for some way to get at the female though it seemed that she would have to go through the larger male first, he had positioned himself from of her and the bulk of his body was easily enough to shield her own . Elongated shadows waved across the cavern’s walls where the creature seemed to pace back and forth though where the being went the shadow seemed to go in the opposite way almost as if a having a mind of its own. Eyes narrowed slightly as he followed the beings movements, ready for it to strike at any time though usually his own appearance was enough to ward off any would be predators least of all one that was alone.

A tangle of fur and flesh seemed to blur together as the creature finally stepped into the light before charging the pair of them. He still held onto the shaft of the spear within his right hand, which he pointed in the creature’s direction as it began to charge after him though the point of this was not to skewer the beast, no, his hand was to far up along the shaft for that. Instead he h used the spear shaft to make sure that Áine was out of the way waiting till the creature was almost within striking distance before twisting his torso as he brought his left hand down striking at the creature’s head with the flaming end of the torch, which hopefully had the reach to allow him to strike the beast without being stabbed in return. Though perhaps the heat of the flame itself would be enough of a deterrent to keep the girl at bay.

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The torch came down, making the creature dance and change its movements at the last moment to avoid the flame, although not entirely. The smell of singed fur from its ears frothed forth as well as a very angry growl from the thing's throat. Without waiting, it darted forward again, aiming to dig its teeth into Bola's arm holding the torch.

Áine aimed towards the creature with her bow, but with Bola in the way, she was afraid with her shaking hands she would hit him instead. In her eyes, the creature was transforming further into a nightmare. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she watched with disbelief as it seemed to grow, leaping at her protector as it aimed to rip him apart. Suddenly she saw shadows crawling on her arms and legs, keeping her from releasing the arrow she had notched. Slowly they crawled towards her neck...

To Bola, she simply looked as if she was frozen with fright.


The flame from the torch trailed through the air as it narrowly missed the creature, proving only moderately successful in deterring the creature. His arm carried through with the motion, having fully intended to strike the creature with as much force as he could with the intent of ending things as quick as possible. Though perhaps, he did not expect the creature to react so suddenly. The movement had left him open towards the side as the creature waited until after the fact to lunge at him once more. This time, however, it was attempting to dig its teeth into his arm. The spear would prove quite ineffectual now that the creature was within range. He should have just used it to begin with, though it was too late for that now. Perhaps he wanted to subdue the beast without havening to kill it in order to figure out what ‘it’ was. It appeared every bit a monster, but there was something human about it was well. The clatter of wood on stone echoed throughout the room as he merely let the spear fall to the ground. He then reached for the dagger that was strapped to his chest even as the creature was attacking his arm. It would have been difficult to bite through the thick fur cloak that draped over his shoulders or it would at least have to wrestle it back somewhat to get at his flesh. Regardless the man regained calm, drawing the dagger and thrusting it towards the creature’s gut in a single motion. Most likely it would have bitten and removed a chunk of flesh from his forearm .

He kept Aine’s presence in mind bracing himself against the impact as the creature bored down on him. Though he would not have time to consider if she herself would be getting involved. At the moment his only thoughts were to keep the creature from getting through him, even if that meant using himself as a shield.

Although her bite landed, it would not go very deep. Despite what it looked, it would seem the creature's mouth was much smaller than what it lead on. Her own blade looked to bite into Bola's flesh, cutting into the man's fur cloak and into his shoulder. She hardly had the time to move from Bola's weapon as he thrusted it towards her gut.

It hit true, although not deep. She let go, yowling in pain and backing off, grabbing at her ribs as she did. She did pull her own blade from Bola's shoulder in her retreat. Blood dripped from between her pale fingers as she stood to check her own wound.

Thunk.

Áine had finally released her arrow, burrowing itself into the creature's hip. Another cry of agony, and the creature sunk to the ground, releasing its blade to hold her hip and her side.

The woman released a held breath, her entire body shivering as she too, sunk to the floor as if it had taken all her strength to release that arrow.
 
Blood ran down his arms is small rivulets where the woman had bit him and where the dagger had bit into his shoulder, which was rewarded with only a grunt, however the torch which he had been holding onto slipped from his hand and clattered softly against the ground, causing their shadows to distort and stretch across the walls; the creature seemed to change with it not entirely beast, yet not entirely man as well. His thrust however had struck the beast causing her to stagger backwards and was soon followed with the loosing of an arrow. Swoosh, the arrow had found its mark causing the beast to stagger towards the ground and Áine as well. Slowly he crouched, wiping the dagger across the fur of his cloak before sheathing it once more as he knelt to pick of the spear in his now freed hand, barely noting the pain. Perhaps it was simple the adrenaline rushing through his system. Eyes never left the creature, in case it should attempt tourist and come at them once more and he rose. Spear in hand, intent on not making the same mistake twice. With the tip of his foot he nudged the torch along the floor to illuminate the one that had just attacked them. Lowering the points of the spear in directions. First things first. He thought and he thrust the spear in her directions—though the intent was merely to unmask the being if it indeed had been wearing one, only so that he could see what they were dealing with.
 
Bola's spear would clink against bone, flipping the mask up the reveal a white haired girl, no older than 15 or so. Tears glistened her pale cheeks as she hissed in pain, her hand holding the arrow in her hip. She bared her teeth at Bola, a soft growl rolling off her throat. She was a wildling, that much was certain, much like Bola himself. But less human, it would seem. The poor girl had most likely been raised by wulgar and had known no other human until now. Her silver eyes studied Bola in silence, as if she expected him to attack her further.

Instead, the girl raised her head and let out a loud, pained howl, a cry that echoed through the caves and out into the night.

Áine's blood froze in her veins at the harrowing sound. A moment would pass in silence. Another moment. Seconds passed like eons as she waited to see if the girl's cry would be answered.

And it was.

Wulgar's cries in the distance could be heard, answering the white haired girl's cry.
 
The mask clattered softly against the ground as it was tossed aside the noise seeming to echo throughout the cavern – the soft clinking of bones. And like that the illusion of the beast had been dispelled. As the light of the flame dispersed the unknown reveling the girl small frame. Blood still ran down the male’s arm dripping lightly onto the cave floor though the wound was not very deep. Gray hues speckled with gold studied her a moment – though it did not take him long to piece together her origins, or what he had thought was the most likely of scenarios. Though it was strange that the girl had attacked him so brazenly, given that even the wulgar seemed wary of his presence. He had long claws and metal teeth after all and a rather unusual appearance that was more beast than man. And so he fixed her with those cold eyes – as cold as the ice which clung to the entrance of the cavern. Each of them a predator. “Where is your pack?” He asked. Though he knew most likely their own language was as foreign to her as the wulgar’s song was to them.

~and as if by in way of reply a loud blood curdling filled the carven in place of the silence, echoing off the stone walls, the narrow corridors further down the into ruins and up the corridor. A sound that was likely heard from leagues as least by the animals of the forest and their sensitive hearing. Digits curled tightly around the shaft of the spear. Thinking how easy it would have been to silence her for good. But no; he was a hunter- a beast maybe – and there was no gain. Instead he grabbed one end of the shaft pulling it towards him hard while swinging the butt of the spear towards her temple attempting to render the girl unconscious. That would at least silence the noise, he thought.

If successful – there was a soft tearing of cloth as he ripped the fabric of his undershirt and tied it about his wound. “Not much time now, they will be upon us. Must hurry.” He spoke in that same disjointed h manner, of course he made no mention of the girl.
 
Áine nodded softly and quickly scrambled to her feet. The woman was worried about Bola, of course, but there was no reason to fret at this moment if in a few more, they'd be food for the wulgar. The shadows were still playing with her mind though, and she nearly jumped out of her skin looking at Bola himself. The forest was playing tricks on her already, his face seemed to be melting off his very bones to her eyes. She would blink and he would be back to normal.

She never mentioned the young girl. The wilder was no more human than the wulgar she had called. It wasn't uncommon, and she didn't feel pity for the creature. Gently, Áine helped tighten the make-shift bandage around Bola's arm. "We'll head further in.." She murmured. "There has to be another exit.. There is a breeze, don't you feel it?" She stated, then without waiting, started further into the cave.
 
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