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piosenniel · 01-06-2003, 12:53 PM

They had been waiting in a thick copse of scrub trees at the southwestern edge of the Weather Hills. A brief rest before they tracked the two-leggeds. Dûrêl sniffed at the breezes, taking in all the news they carried. A deer, some miles away to the north, moving further away, its scent growing fainter . . . the smells of the trees and earth and even the sun warmed rocks . . .and faint, very faint the scent of the river’s water, to the west . . .

The five Wolves who had come with her edged near her. Their bodies quivered with anticipation of the hunt, yellowed eyes flashing with the thoughts of hunting the hunters. One of them, a young male, gave a low whine of eagerness. Dûrêl turned on him swiftly with slashing teeth, cowing him.

‘Silence!’ growled the Warg, menacing and low.

Her ears caught the sound of something to the north. The Wolves had heard it, too. A dog, howling. Not too far away.

As one they moved from the copse northward, staying beneath the trees as they could, trotting swiftly along the rocky ridges of the hills, coming to the place where they could see who hunted them. They approached down wind of the trackers. There were four two-leggeds and only one dog – one of the two-leggeds looked to be older, though he carried a large thick stick and walked about without any sign of weakness. The other three were younger, and looked to be carrying blades.

The Warg wrinkled her snout in disgust – there was fear she smelled! The scent of someone’s last meal lay souring in the sun. What kind of hunters were these to fear their prey. He motioned with his head, and the pack descended toward their target at a dead run.

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Nop heard them, and began to bark furiously, standing stiff legged by Elfred. Elfred raised his stick in his thick hands, staring in the direction toward which Nop faced. ‘Wolves!’ he shouted. ‘We are being attacked!’

Autumn, Olo, and Ned came swiftly to his side, readying their weapons. They spread out a little, to form a hasty line of defense. The five Wolves slowed as they approached the group, slowly advancing, their heads low and snarling, eyes fixed on the weapons of the defenders.

The Warg, Dûrêl, hung back, stopping to assess the strength of the group before her. ‘One of you, come with me.’ he growled. ‘We will cut the old man from the flock, and bring him down first. Beware the dog and that stick he holds! You others – take the remaining three. Kill them if you can.’

Three wolves charged the line, slashing and biting furiously at the three younger members, drawing their full attention. The Warg waited for the opening she needed and then moved in with deadly precision, cutting Elfred from the other three.

Nop charged the two, a look of savage determination on his face. The Wolf engaged him, blocking his advance toward Elfred. He slashed the dog along his flank, ripping open his skin. Nop turned and leaped at him, his teeth finding purchase on the Wolf’s ear. Bleeding profusely, he brought the Wolf down.

Elfred, seeing his boon companion in dire straits, turned with his stick and aimed a blow for the Wolf’s head, killing him. It was an understandable action, and a fatal mistake.

The Warg moved in, launching herself at the back of the elder Hobbit. The weight of her attack brought Elfred down, and with a snap of her mighty jaws, he broke the Hobbit’s neck, sending his body flying with a shake of his head. Nop lunged at the Warg, but he, too, was flung in the air. The Warg had managed a hold on the nape of the dog’s neck, but the skin had torn as the Warg’s teeth slashed at it, and she had lost the hold as he shook the dog. Nop flew through the air to land in a bloodied heap some distance away.

Dûrêl turned her attention now to the three who defended themselves against the onslaught of the three Wolves . . .

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[ January 09, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

01-06-2003, 12:53 PM	#11
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	They had been waiting in a thick copse of scrub trees at the southwestern edge of the Weather Hills. A brief rest before they tracked the two-leggeds. Dûrêl sniffed at the breezes, taking in all the news they carried. A deer, some miles away to the north, moving further away, its scent growing fainter . . . the smells of the trees and earth and even the sun warmed rocks . . .and faint, very faint the scent of the river’s water, to the west . . . The five Wolves who had come with her edged near her. Their bodies quivered with anticipation of the hunt, yellowed eyes flashing with the thoughts of hunting the hunters. One of them, a young male, gave a low whine of eagerness. Dûrêl turned on him swiftly with slashing teeth, cowing him. ‘Silence!’ growled the Warg, menacing and low. Her ears caught the sound of something to the north. The Wolves had heard it, too. A dog, howling. Not too far away. As one they moved from the copse northward, staying beneath the trees as they could, trotting swiftly along the rocky ridges of the hills, coming to the place where they could see who hunted them. They approached down wind of the trackers. There were four two-leggeds and only one dog – one of the two-leggeds looked to be older, though he carried a large thick stick and walked about without any sign of weakness. The other three were younger, and looked to be carrying blades. The Warg wrinkled her snout in disgust – there was fear she smelled! The scent of someone’s last meal lay souring in the sun. What kind of hunters were these to fear their prey. He motioned with his head, and the pack descended toward their target at a dead run. ****************** Nop heard them, and began to bark furiously, standing stiff legged by Elfred. Elfred raised his stick in his thick hands, staring in the direction toward which Nop faced. ‘Wolves!’ he shouted. ‘We are being attacked!’ Autumn, Olo, and Ned came swiftly to his side, readying their weapons. They spread out a little, to form a hasty line of defense. The five Wolves slowed as they approached the group, slowly advancing, their heads low and snarling, eyes fixed on the weapons of the defenders. The Warg, Dûrêl, hung back, stopping to assess the strength of the group before her. ‘One of you, come with me.’ he growled. ‘We will cut the old man from the flock, and bring him down first. Beware the dog and that stick he holds! You others – take the remaining three. Kill them if you can.’ Three wolves charged the line, slashing and biting furiously at the three younger members, drawing their full attention. The Warg waited for the opening she needed and then moved in with deadly precision, cutting Elfred from the other three. Nop charged the two, a look of savage determination on his face. The Wolf engaged him, blocking his advance toward Elfred. He slashed the dog along his flank, ripping open his skin. Nop turned and leaped at him, his teeth finding purchase on the Wolf’s ear. Bleeding profusely, he brought the Wolf down. Elfred, seeing his boon companion in dire straits, turned with his stick and aimed a blow for the Wolf’s head, killing him. It was an understandable action, and a fatal mistake. The Warg moved in, launching herself at the back of the elder Hobbit. The weight of her attack brought Elfred down, and with a snap of her mighty jaws, he broke the Hobbit’s neck, sending his body flying with a shake of his head. Nop lunged at the Warg, but he, too, was flung in the air. The Warg had managed a hold on the nape of the dog’s neck, but the skin had torn as the Warg’s teeth slashed at it, and she had lost the hold as he shook the dog. Nop flew through the air to land in a bloodied heap some distance away. Dûrêl turned her attention now to the three who defended themselves against the onslaught of the three Wolves . . . ****************** [ January 09, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ] __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.