Lollilox
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- Posted: Wed, 26 Nov 2014 01:05:24 +0000
- Shortly after she'd pulled some wood into a pile, Raziel had lit it with his spitfire. He sat down with her, content to spend time in the quiet of nature until the sun set and they'd sleep. In the morning, she'd make the trek to the nearest town, buy some food for both of them. For tonight, it'd be hungry bellies.
If it hadn't been for Tristan, she would have been able to swing something to eat that night. Oh well.
She'd just settled down with Raziel when she'd heard the first few hoots and hollers of what sounded like a crowd drawing near.
Helena scrambled to her feet, nudging Raziel to get up. He couldn't take off here, and if he blew too much spitfire to fell the trees, it would only bring more people.
She pulled the dagger from the sheath on her thigh, and clutched it in her palm tightly, hearing the words echo through the trees. Sinister, disgusting words.
Helena bit back bile that rose in her throat at the thought. She knew Raziel would set her ablaze before anything like that would happen to her.
Before long they showed through the trees, and ran toward her. She was not surprised to see that the man from before had joined them. That was problematic.
She stayed close to Raziel, eyes narrowed and calculating, bracing for impact as Raziel's snout smoked dangerously.
And then the unthinkable happened.
One of them turned on the others, turning the hills into a veritable bloodbath. Helena put a hand on Raziel's haunch, trying to push him back so they would escape unscathed... however the dragon refused to move.
He moved closer, and Helena hesitantly followed.
Spitfire formed in his mouth as the elf braced for death, and set the ground ablaze between the men and the elf, roaring loudly at the men. He charged forward, jaws snapping and nostrils smoking as he snarled and made quick work of what remained of the men.
Helena moved to the elf, quick to notice the pool of red at his feet. She sighed heavily, eyes flicking between Tristan and Raziel, the echo of screams of terror of the men now echoing as they ran away from Raziel's presence as they were hunted.
"You didn't have to do that." She muttered, kneeling beside him.
She might have been able to handle it. Maybe. Now someone else was bleeding for her. Helena didn't like owing people anything.
"Let me see." Helena demanded, and wasted no time in pushing Tristan down, working on getting through his armor to the wound. "It'll need to be sealed." She mumbled. "I could cauterize it."