Yet to be named, pt41

A young hare looked quizzically as the two-legged creatures abandoned its meadow on their white steed. Their sudden arrival awoke it from sleep and ever since they stopped it huddled in its hole, eyes barely sticking out, looking at them. Once they left, a sense of relief soothed into it, and given the high moon, it decided to silently exit its beloved shelter and inspect the trail left by the strangers. It sniffed at the ground, curious as to whether they would be back, and decided it was better to hide again.

The hare didn't even get to turn around.

A vicious swipe of a skeletal hand shredded it apart in an explosion of blood, bone and intestines. Not even a squeal left its mouth before the world ended.

The robed undead, burning eyes flickering, raised the gory hand up to its face, then slowly dropped it back to its usual place at its side. It then looked at the road ahead where the pair had disappeared mere seconds earlier and raised into the night sky to join its brethren in the flight after their prey.

Dziesięć....uh?

Tak jak mówiłem, w tym tygodniu nie ma notki. Opowiadanie powinienem skończyć pod koniec marca, co oznacza, że od kwietnia znowu notki :)

Yet to be named, pt40

'Thanks for the aid. Is it bad? The wound, I mean.'

'Seen worse', she lied. Her life was, up to this point, void of any kind of wound inspecting, other than burns and tiny cuts. 'But you need a professional to have it looked at, I can't really do anything else.'

'Well, I figured that much. How far away is the city, anyways?'

'Still a couple of hours, I'm afraid. We should see it come dawn.'

'It's still quite a bit, then.'

'And what did you expect?', She turned the horse around and climbed onto the saddle. 'People don't build settlements within a stone's throw from each other.'

'At least they build roads between them.'

'At least, yes.'

If it wasn't for the trail of packed dirt cutting through the forest, they would have lost their way right after they entered it, and probably walked into their demise. With it, they could continue their journey relatively safely, while also being reassured that they were making progress.

'Still, we shouldn't slack behind', Shirral said. 'Let's keep going.'

She forced the horse to continue along the way, back into the shadowy forest and towards their destination.

Dziesięć żądeł, pt34

To będzie ostatnia notka w marcu, przez resztę miesiąca będę po prostu pisać brakujący koniec (już niedaleko), a od kwietnia znowu notka co środę.

Ciekawy początek przygody. A potem mogło być tylko gorzej. Westchnął. Za oknem skończył się krajobraz miejski i przywitały go rozległe, zagospodarowane pola i odległe lasy. To przypomniało mu, że dawno nie był na wycieczce za miasto na swoim rowerze. Koniecznie musiał to zrobić po powrocie. Nikita pewnie by poczekał, ale z nabojami mogło być różnie.

Ci ludzie w willi. Kto to był? Nie miał czasu na szukanie informacji o nich, i, prawdę mówiąc, nie za bardzo wiedział, gdzie ich szukać. Wiedział tylko, że musiał uważać na siebie. Nikita był bezpieczny w helikopterze, doktor schowany w swoim laboratorium. Pozostali właściciele - a w zasadzie eks-właściciele - nie powinni być nawet dotknięci. Poza tym biznesmenem. Ale był na wakacjach. I miał ochroniarzy. Czyli wszystko było prawie w normie.

One year anniversary

I should have prepared something, but really I kind of forgot. And it's not exactly an anniversary because the blog was created on the 29th, so whatever.

But yeah, one year has passed, and I'm very grateful for every one of those 15~ views a week ;)