Timestamp: 20th of Fall, 520 A.V.
Continued From: The Teachings Of The Jungle I
The blood was as fresh on these people as it was on the first corpse. Tazrae couldn’t see how it hadn’t just happened. What she’d been hearing was real. Her heart raced and her breath came fast. She’d never seen any sort of battle and she found herself – even with Uta as company – scared. She drew back the bow, keeping an arrow at ready, and tried to calm her breathing. She scanned the scene like Uta did, but moved slowly to one side, wanting to get out of the middle of the clearing. Uta followed suit and both women found themselves sidelined and whispering quietly.
“Who are these people? What happened here? There shouldn’t be anyone out here.” Tazrae whispered furiously.
Uta nodded. “I don’t know who they are… what they are. They aren’t Myrian. And it looks like they were killed with other weapons so animals didn’t do this. But this blood is going to draw the big predators. We need to get out of here fast.” She whispered, beckoning to Tazrae to follow her. The younger woman nodded, close on her heels, and the two made to quietly slip out of the clearing on its far side.
They didn’t make it two steps.
The man that came at them was hurt. It was evident because he had a hand across his stomach as if he was holding the contents in. He went for Uta immediately because she was in the lead. Uta sidestepped him and gave Tazrae room. She had her arrow drawn and let it fly. She was close, close enough for a point blank shot across the ten foot distance, but she was shaking so hard the arrow went wide.
She drew again even as the man screamed in defiance and lunged at her. Taz was thankful for the training she’d had on her compound longbow and had the arrow locked and loaded without thought, pulling back and firing. The bolt went through the guys heart and he went down. She drew another arrow immediately, still shaking and looked around.
Uta whistled under her breath. “That man could have killed us.” She said, stepping close to examine him. His skin was pale and his face painted with greens and browns to camouflage it. So too were his clothes. Tazrae kept backing up and up, away from the man she’d just killed. It was the first life she’d ever taken.
There was a numb denial spreading through her. It kept her legs moving, shuffling her backwards. Not looking where she was going, she thumped into something surprisingly warm, smooth, and mobile. Tazrae half-froze then screamed as the thing she bumped into moved, twisting about and lunging at her snapping its snout. She whirled, backed up, arrow still nocked. Tazrae almost fired until she realized the thing hadn’t actually hurt her because it couldn’t.
It was one of the lizards that were the size of a horse. It was fully tacked up but laying on its side partially bound in a net. It was breathing heavily and its eyes were wide with fear. It had snapped at her, but the reins from its bridle had bound its head to one side so it could only move so far. Taz couldn’t get a good look at it in the dark to tell its color or actually how big it was… but it was big.
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