Username: Wynnidele
Round: Two
Title: Legend of Larc
Time: Today, Yesterday, Day Before, Tomorrow
Column One Prompt(s): 11. What do you remember?
Column Two Prompt(s): 21. This secret dance of silk and skin.
Legend of Larc
Today
'What do you remember?'
Larc paused before the bonfire that rose up to the height he himself stood. Putting his hands forth, he proceeded to inch closer, only stopping when whiffs of singed hair reached his nose. Even in the heart of winter the heat gave no more comfort then, at present, would be required by him. But he held nearby the flames, still having mock shivers in the blowing winds; an unrelenting will of human instinct.
'What do you remember?'
His first sense of consciousness came in the thought of those dark set eyes looking upon him. She'll be saddened to see his lack of devotion, yet, it wouldn't forever be his choice to make. He felt the beast scratching at the chains barring its way out of him, and a lone solace laid in the knowledge of remembering nothing beyond this day.
'What do you remember?'
The words poked like a stick through the cage of his minds creation; he remembered it all. Larc took a step back, bare feet crunching in the snow, and brought a pawed hand to the dried blood that matted and pinched his muzzled nose. That memory was the last he wanted.
Yesterday
The midnight bells rang out over the cityscape, signaling the start of a new day. Stillness held the air, streets were empty, all was quiet this night; except for the white of snow falling, and the two men who hunted their prey despite it.
"You're bleeding bad." Jon said.
Larc looked down at the wet slick upon his black suit, and instinctively wiped a smear of red from his neck onto his hand. "That witch bite me."
"You did better then phil." The thought of the man missing his throat was still a fresh one.
His attention went elsewhere when bare footsteps appeared in the snow, and glimpses of a dusky form in burgundy attire came flittering on the edge of sight. It was a game she played well; this secret dance of silk and skin. How a little waltz turned to a foxtrot, hopping from one tree cover to another, with a twirl of frosty fluff the only trace remaining.
Fast as a fay or an elusive elf, the woman materialized from the snowy mist. She extended an arm out to him, a gesture of a master to their pet, but Larc didn't take offense. A brush was felt to his side, a quick look showed Jon with a gun pointed to his lady. An unknown rage seized him, and teeth clenched tight in a wolfish scowl.
Day Before
Larc took up his glass for a sip of whiskey on rocks, and continued watching the elegant ladies dance around the grand ballroom. He stood with two other men dressed as he was, simple black suit and tie. They awaited their guests arrival, and it was the strange-looking pair who entered that immediately caught his eye.
One of them was a mammoth sized man, but despite his bulk, however, he had a smooth and easy step about him. Grizzled side-burns went down his massive jowls, and a long mane of hair came to fall over one shoulder. Though, it was those yellowed-eyes that gave a quick pause.
But Larc only had eyes for the creature who dangled on his arm, a woman draped in sheer silks of deep burgundy. Her skin was dusky, and dark eyes sat unseen with merely a small flash to show them off. Tight waves of black curls surrounded the shape of her face, and lips, set on the edge of a laugh, were full and moist.
Pointing to the men, she whispered behind her hand to her large companion. He gave a wave to dismissed her, but she remain at his side, a displeasing look settled over her.
"Do we go, or wait for Larc?"
"I'm here," he said, never looking away from the dark lady. "You know that, Jon."
The man tapped him with an elbow, showing a large smile. "I know, but I simply feel the need to check on you at times." There was no smile to the other fellow as he felt for the gun hidden beneath his jacket. "Do we go?"
Phil took a puff of his cigar before he spoke. "No. Let them come to us."
"Seems a shame to make them wait," Larc said.
"Down, dog," Jon put forth, knowing what was on his colleagues mind. "Her escort has the look of a fighter."
"Do you wish me ill, Jon?"
"You are of my heart," even making the effort of a hand on his chest. "Always."
Larc and Jon stood behind their associate, while he hastened to put out his cigar. The pair walked over and the three started off by shaking hands. Catching sight of the exquisite female, Larc put a smile upon his face and stood up a little straighter. That's how it went, proper and agreeable, but only in a momentary passing; the wolf-man lunged forward with a bite.
Tomorrow
With the moon full in the sky, and a howl carried by the wind, the beast rushed through the woods at a pace set only by a dark evil. Trees shied away in an unseen breeze. The brush cleared a path not daring to hinder this hunters way. And its midnight pelt shone darker in a moonlight forbidden to touch it. It was a fiend as sinful as the deeds it committed.
Prey came upon the air, and it swallowed hard as feet quickened to catch up. Soon...soon it would be more then air in that yellow-stained grin. Sight of meat in the distance was a blurred image solely seen in those wolven-eyes. It licked at the dripping saliva brought forth from chops ready to bite, and let out a low growl of anticipation to end a good chase.
Closer...closer.
Coming closer still, the creature made ready to end this hunt. The wolf, Larc was it named, jumped...
200
150
200
200
200
100
