Flashback Alone and Traveling: Musings of a Kelvic

[Marxander]

Marxander, only holding a backpack, was traveling by the city of Syliras. She knew where she was of course, having tracked her journey through the stars the previous night, yet she found, she couldn't really bring herself to care where she was. She was a Kelvic. They were meant to be lost. Lost to the world, even to themselves.

She was young, her human body looked to be at the ripe age of 15. Marx understood what it meant to be a Kelvic. You were suppose to find your bondmate and do anything for them, regardless of yourself. She would do that if/when she found her boundmate, but she didn't just want to mirror the person. She wanted to find herself. She wanted to know what she liked, what she wanted to do with the rest of her short life.

Yes, she was young, so very young, but Kelvics didn't have the pleasure of time that everyone else had. Kelvics were forced to go so much faster in a world that couldn't keep up. Prehaps this was why Kelvics were more simple minded, not dumb mind you, but less aware of time, of fate. The young Dhole would rather not reflect on such thoughts, but it was the truth of her kind: They died young. So terribly young.

If Marxander was going to die young, she would die knowing why it was she died. She couldn't allow herself die when it wasn't on her own terms. She would make sure of that. She would know.

Yet, even in these musing, the world does not stop, it is activly turning, grumbling. And so was the stomach of a hungry Kriital, perched up high in the trees. It's bony, skull head tracked it's targets movement. Thinking it would be a quick prey to kill, it began it's desent down.

The Dhole Kelvic was left unaware. She walked in her human skin so that she could carry her backpack.

The taloned monstered dropped closer, the wind making a swooping noise the closer it got. It's fearsome claws aimming to slit her throat.

Hearing a slight change, she turn her head to the noise. Her sharp, ember eyes just caught sight on the beast. Her body reacted, stopping her feet, and bending her knees, falling backward. As the Kriital came past her, it's talons cut the straps of her pack completely off her and left a pink line on the skin of her collarbone.

So ironic, she had just said she would not only herself to get killed, and now some monster had swooped in and nearly had her.

She fell into her thighs. She rolled onto her paws, morphoring into her animal form, a Dhole, in the movement. She growled up at the fly beast and yapped at it. She was able to slip off her clothing, being just smaller than a human woman. She wasn't a good jumper, but if she could grab hold of it, she would become the hunter in this little cat and mouse game.

The Kriital shrieked at missing intended, but it wouldn't give up so easily. It dived again. Marx tracked it's movement, relying on her eyes to most of her hunting. Though the talons were long and sharp, Marx knew it was best to take weapons head on. The second it was about to come into range, she jumped up and clamped down on one of the taloned feet. The monster cried out when they hit the ground again. Marx's paw held it's upper body down, trying to get a quick hold of it's other foot. But the creature's flailing ripped open three tears in her flesh.

She yelped, but needing to take care of the beast, brought her muzzle down and torn apart it's belly, disembowling it. She moved away, not wanting anymore harm to come to her. She knew it was only a matter of time before the monster would bleed out and die of the shock.

She watched it, not gettign closer until she was sure that it was dead. She whimpered, blood wetting her fur. She shifted back to her human form, knowing she couldn't take care of the wound with paws on.

She crawled over to her back and ripped the straps the rest of the way off and tied it around her side it seep the flow of blood. When done, she laid on her back, staring up at the sky. She was tired and sleepy.

She wouldn't let herself sleep. She couldn't. She wouldn't die like this. She wouldn't. So she stared up at the blue sky, wondering where she was. She couldn't tell anymore, not with all this blue masking the stars that guided her. The stars, though hidden and unseen, seemed to recognize her, for minutes later, a Syliran Knight patrol had spotted a Kriital coming down from the mountains in their station at the Evantide Tower. They had come to make sure that the few Syliran citzens that lived there hadn't been harmed.

Instead, they found a Kelvic looking up at the sky and wondering why she was even there to begin with.