Well, I've been working hard on this fanfiction for just nigh on two weeks now. I'm planning to post the first chapter sometime next week, but it may be longer depending on how long it takes me to complete the first chapter. I've already completed the Prologue so I thought I'd post a chunck from it to get you all interested (which usually never works I've found, but still...).
Well, I hope you'll enjoy this teaser from the Prologue, and I hope you will decide to read the actual fic when it does come out.
Thanks so much!
~Saya~
Excerpt from 'On the Hunt - Prologue'
A chilly northerly breeze smashed into Aridan’s face as he turned away from his father, in the direction they had first arrived from. He shivered and hunched his shoulders to drive off the seeping cold of the wind. Something was not right. Suddenly it seemed as if an entire chorus of voices had taken up a call, creating a disastrous cacophony in his mind that sent his senses reeling. The cry echoed and continued ringing on in his head long after its terrible noise had ceased. His father was shouting behind him and the boy whirled around to behold a monstrous creature of the likes he’d never seen before and hoped never to see again.
Its eyes were of fire and seemed to pierce directly into his soul, holding him captive in its blank gaze. A tail of whip like greens threaded out behind its body of chasming darkness and hundreds of feet into the air, curling around its beastly head with large glinting fangs of steel that could rip a man in two with little effort at all. Tearing claws of purple energy caped all eight of its writhing paws and what appeared to be insubstantial tentacles of water blossomed from any part of its grotesque body it wished.
Someone was screaming incomprehensible words of terror as the boy tried and failed to comprehend exactly what his eyes were witnessing. Terror and the beast held his mind tightly in its deathly grasp, attempting to drain the life out of his very being. He was sure, absolutely sure, that he would die in this moment, that he was staring death straight in the face. He was afraid, afraid for his life. That was until he realized that he himself was not the target the beast had set its sights on. It was his father.
Lastidan held his fighting stance bravely, his belt knife drawn and in his hand, it’s deady tip directed at the hellish creature, ready to defend himself and his son with his last breath. Aridan realized that it was himself who was screaming and shuddering uncontrollably, but his confused terror-ridden mind did not know how to stop or what to do to save his father and himself. He could do nothing but watch in a dulled stupor as the beast lashed out its tail of greens and struck his father to the ground. It was then, and only then, that blind instinct took over.
Well, I hope you'll enjoy this teaser from the Prologue, and I hope you will decide to read the actual fic when it does come out.
Thanks so much!
~Saya~
Excerpt from 'On the Hunt - Prologue'
A chilly northerly breeze smashed into Aridan’s face as he turned away from his father, in the direction they had first arrived from. He shivered and hunched his shoulders to drive off the seeping cold of the wind. Something was not right. Suddenly it seemed as if an entire chorus of voices had taken up a call, creating a disastrous cacophony in his mind that sent his senses reeling. The cry echoed and continued ringing on in his head long after its terrible noise had ceased. His father was shouting behind him and the boy whirled around to behold a monstrous creature of the likes he’d never seen before and hoped never to see again.
Its eyes were of fire and seemed to pierce directly into his soul, holding him captive in its blank gaze. A tail of whip like greens threaded out behind its body of chasming darkness and hundreds of feet into the air, curling around its beastly head with large glinting fangs of steel that could rip a man in two with little effort at all. Tearing claws of purple energy caped all eight of its writhing paws and what appeared to be insubstantial tentacles of water blossomed from any part of its grotesque body it wished.
Someone was screaming incomprehensible words of terror as the boy tried and failed to comprehend exactly what his eyes were witnessing. Terror and the beast held his mind tightly in its deathly grasp, attempting to drain the life out of his very being. He was sure, absolutely sure, that he would die in this moment, that he was staring death straight in the face. He was afraid, afraid for his life. That was until he realized that he himself was not the target the beast had set its sights on. It was his father.
Lastidan held his fighting stance bravely, his belt knife drawn and in his hand, it’s deady tip directed at the hellish creature, ready to defend himself and his son with his last breath. Aridan realized that it was himself who was screaming and shuddering uncontrollably, but his confused terror-ridden mind did not know how to stop or what to do to save his father and himself. He could do nothing but watch in a dulled stupor as the beast lashed out its tail of greens and struck his father to the ground. It was then, and only then, that blind instinct took over.