The Beast of Bregured Hill


      “Sometimes things don’t always go as planned. And even if they do,they will crumble away in the end...”

      A great warrior once stated in the gathering at Bregured Hill. An ancient place where the first clans had decided where they would place the borders. But a dark and twisted clan name Acacias Clan, with their leader being Crevis, thought that they could go on any of the territories. They thought that they owned all of the lands... Crevis set fire to each clans village, we are just started to recover from the devastation caused by Crevis.

      “Rory!” Called a voice from down the hall.

      I jumped at the noise,I knew who was yelling. Aunt Quill. Each day she rushes into my room and starts rambling on about how I don’t help my father harvest the crops behind the village in Mister Freg’s farm yard. It’s not even my job, I help the blacksmith in the middle of the village.

      “Why don’t you help your father Rory, he’s a 40 year old man. He needs all the help he can get, you should be more like me, I helped my mother anytime she did anything,we got so much done it seemed we had very little to do!” She complained.

       I heard some sarcastic-ness in her voice, that’s when I knew she didn’t mean all the things she said. I hated when she did this, and it not like it’s a once in a life time thing. No, this is everyday.  The sun was rising higher into the sky and my aunt had finally finished her rambling, I realized that I was going to be late for my duty, I quickly ran down the hall and sat down on one of the green chairs that circled the large wooden table. The smell of breakfast filled my nose and I couldn’t help but to take one big,giant,deep inhale. Already I could feel my mouth begin to water and my plate was set down in front of me.

      The food was wolfed down and I felt the burning eyes of my mother scowling me. In my mind I was pleading for her not to lecture me, and somehow it worked. She scoffed and broke off a small piece of egg with her fork.

      I grabbed my sweater and threw on my socks,shoes, and hat. As I waved goodbye to my mother, a faint image rushed through my head. It wasn’t a pleasant one at that, but all I saw was a boy screaming in agony,blood running from his chest and legs. Mist and fire surrounded him, yellow eyes gleamed and stood out from mist. Horrifying eyes...Monstrous eyes...The eyes of death its self...

      The vision blurred and I shook my head as if to ridden the sight, I found myself at the door of the Blacksmith. The smell of burning metals and irons made my nose wrinkle and the hair on my neck stand on end . The Blacksmith, his name was Wesley , turned and grinned.

      “A minute late, Quill giving you trouble again?”
      “Ya, but then again when is she not?
      “Good point, lass. Well at least you have a family,so I guess be happy with what you have” he replied sorrowfully.

      I thought to myself and heard Wesley chuckle, his chuckle was low bellowing sound. More like thunder then laughter. It was only a matter of time till I heard his actual laugh... A shiver rolled down my spine, and a loud clang followed. The Blacksmith had stricken the uneven slab of iron that I think is to later be a sword.

      The sun began to set and I started to sweat. Wesley must have noticed because he thought I should take a break, I didn’t answer him. Instead I kept working. I kept sweating. I kept walking the same path back and forth. The sun gleamed into the open windows, burning my skin. I back up into the pile of sword. Stumbling backwards into the pile and falling onto the blades.

      “Ahck!”

      “Rory!” Exclaimed Wesley.

      He sounded frightened, I felt my whole heart sink. I didn’t mean to scare him. In fact I didn’t mean to do any of this. Wesley reaches over for my hand but I push it away and lean up onto the table side,pulling my self up.

      “Are you okay?” He asks.

      “I’m fine, I didn’t land directly on the blades, so I don’t think I got cut...”
and I hoped I didn’t, I couldn’t deal with missing any more days in my duties. I just couldn’t!

      “Maybe you should go home.” He said, “I’m almost done anyway.”

      I nodded and began to gather my things. A faint remembrance of the vision appeared. The eyes. Those glowing monstrous eyes... I looked over at one of the jewels hanging from a nail in the wall. It was the exact shape and colour of the eyes I saw in my vision. My blood went cold and I felt my muscles stiffen, it became very hard to breath and I saw that Wesley had looked over at me. I pushed the hair out of my face, blinked once or twice and began walking.

      A day or two passed by and I still couldn’t get the image out of my head. I tried to, but each attempt was worthless. The image was stuck in my brain like sap on a maple leaf.  I thought to myself and realized I hadn’t gone to the creek in a while. So I walked down-stairs and grabbed an apple, I heard my mother starting to yell at me so I began to run. I make it to the front door just in time because I heard a loud thump, she probably ran into the door.

      The sky started to darken and I looked up at the sky. Rain. By the time I got to the creek I was already drenched. I slipped more than once on the way so I was also cover in mud, half of it I doubt is even mud. Sitting on the edge of the creek, was a sight to behold. The creature. The eyes. The creature had the same shape, size and eyes. The beast stepped into the creek towards me and I stumble backwards. As it came toward I can feel my heart start to race.

      The monster stands there, staring. It didn’t move and it didn’t breath. Was it alive? I had no idea, nor did I have any idea on what to do. Finally, the beast took one more step. It scared me and I flinched. The creature lowered it head and sniffed my hair. It’s breath was warm and sudoric.  I heard a voice from on top of the hill. A young boy approached the beast as if it was only a little lap dog and the creature didn’t move at all. In fact it looked annoyed, the boy turned  towards me and his eyes seem to glow.

      His eyes were the same colour as the creatures. I noticed he had a necklace around his neck but the pendent was tucked into his shirt, so I didn’t get a good look at what it was. What’s on the pendent? Should I ask him, or what? I thought to myself. Maybe I should just leave.

      The boy lowered his hand in front of me. His hand looked rough and bumpy, I froze for a second or two and finally took his hand. He pulled me up and I almost fell forward into the creature.
    “ You okay there, lass? Sorry if my fellow here scared you”
     “N-no, it’s fine. In fact I think I scared him.” I stated
    The boy laughed, I looked at him with confusion written all over my face.

Finish the story

ooc: another one of those recruitment thread, guys. Throw your characters in here if you want a shot at being a Ranger, the border guards of Gemini. This is also a CHECK-IN for current Rangers, since Livid is newly appointed and wants to know who is currently on her team. There is also going to be an important announcement at the end of this so it would be awesome if you could all dive in and just be all 'I'm here'. Bullet point posts are totally fine with me. c:

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A chill gripped the air in the early morning hours, before the sun had a chance to climb the mountains and spill warm sunlight into the valley, like pour honey into a bowl. There was a frost on the ground, probably the first of the season. Summer was over and autumn was quickly careening toward winter. Snow would be without a doubt on their doorstep.

But for now, periwinkle skies of early dawn would be there to greet the large male as he pulled himself from the warmth of the family den, a caring lap placed against each sibling that slumbered in a pile. His paws met the crunch of cold grass and he had to shake the chill form his bones, nostrils flaring, sending vapors into the air every time he exhaled.

Shaggy haired bangs blocking his vision, but his wet nose was assaulted by an array of scents, and his ears perked to the sound of birdsong.  High above in the sky there was the twinkling of fading stars, the pale face of a moon, the swirling pastel hues of purple and blue that ebbed toward dawn. The slab ebbed with them.

Snaking his way around pines with something dead dangling in his jaws, he'd come to the familiar clearing, the sound of rushing water far ahead, he'd drop the small carcass licking the blood from his jaws and snorting away fur that stuck to his nose, Saturn would laid down with a harsh grunt, his heavy paws resting atop what appeared to be his kill of dead hare. Teeth biting down on the neck until it gave a sickening snap, ripping and pulling.

But he wasn't the only one out here at this hour, he'd come to find out, sooner than he'd realize.

Enter here.

Hodge shivered. And sneezed. It was the loudest sound that had ever escaped him.

The spotted dire trotted towards the border of Gemini, his red tattoos matching the late sunset that still emitted a kind of warmth despite its dying state. After spending some months alone, Hodge had decided he finally needed to do something for himself. He needed to find another home. Normally, such a realisation would come immediately after you leave your birth pack. You can no longer be with your family, so you try and join another, right? Except Hodge had never felt part of a family. Not even in Saboro. True, he had had his mother and Ratchet, his dinosaur. Except they had both vanished before he could even form a complex emotional system around them. Saboro, despite being an emotional complex system on its own, did not really encourage complex emotional systems.

In fact, the only emotions Hodge felt at that moment were self-pity and loneliness. The feelings of grief and guilt would come later, probably when he slept. It was just as well he had never expected to rule Saboro or else he would probably just feel a crippling disappointment. But he had never been born to rule, had he? No matter what his parents and teachers had said. 

While Gemini's land was beautiful and full of adventure and wonder, Hodge could only mope. Why was it so cold here? Why was it so quiet? The quiet was bad, bad things could hide in the quiet. He did not like quiet. He liked the rumble of the volcano, the knowledge that something - anything - was coming. The quiet was an unknown force that pounded on his ear drums with its... silence. Its nothingness. Hodge sneezed again, the sound echoing throughout the trees, startling himself. He whimpered, increasing his trot slightly. With the border in sight, the former Fledgling slowed to a halt, having enough sense (well, duh) to not cross the invisible line. His stomach growled, causing him to call out an "Hello??" before he realised that the growl had emitted from him. He was hungry. 

He liked being hungry. It meant that, for once, he could emit a growl without looking like he had swallowed a bug.