Forests were so peaceful. It was why Saeilith had come to the forest. It was after all where he had met some very interesting people. Maybe that could happen again. Shrugging, he continued to walk. It was really nice to not be a prince. If that were so, he would have to have all those body guards around him and what not. Being a noble was just perfect. No need of too much protection, still had a lot of money.
"What nice weather today." Saeilith said to himself, his head tilted back, looking at the sky. While he usually didn't talk too much unless around his wife or her sister, when he was along, he could talk without anyone hearing it. What a day, it was finally a day without fighting, without trouble.
He frowned. The clouds that were approaching didn't look that good. Could be bad weather coming. Sael rolled his eyes and shook his head in annoyance. Why him? Bad luck seemed to follow him everywhere didn't it? Maybe it was time to head back now . . .
A scream echoed around him. It was not that loud, so it probably was far away. Saeilith stood straight, straining his ears. He could vaguely make out the words the second time. Someone needed help. Sael shrugged, he always did have bad luck. Taking a deep breath, Sael began to run. It was but in a few moments, the voice had become so much louder. Jumping past a bush, he saw it.
It was a werewolf, or at least he thought it was. Cursing, Sael leaped back away from its claws that swung at him. It came dangerously close to his neck. Out of the corner of his eye he could see a young woman on the floor unconsious. Good, this way he wouldn't have to worry about her. Yet at least. Saeilith shut his eyes and let his power go to work. The werewolf closed and raised its claw to strike when Sael's eye snapped open. The earth rumbled and shook, causing the strike to miss. What more, the earth seemed to open up and eat the werewolf away. Then the earth closed once again, and everything was normal again. Well . . . as normal as it could have been.
Saeilith brushed his face with his sleeve. Using the power to that extent and controlling it was quite hard for him. Walking over to the young woman, he knelt by her and felt for a pulse. There was definately one, and strong. Saeilith shifted her body slightly, so she was more comfortable, and placed his cloak under her head. Moving a few feet away, he leaned against a boulder and waited.