The sudden sound of horses in full gallop and dogs barking suddenly rose up from the darkness of dawn. A pack of loose dogs quickly surrounded her and kept her there. One of them proceeded to lick Aarons face and even bit his ear, tearing it to shreds.
Then the men, mounted at horseback came prancing out of the moonlight, at least a hundred of them all dressed for forest camouflage in brown tunics. They stopped at the scene clearly confused.
A voice rose from the crowd of people. "You mean to say that a man outran us for this long? A commendable feat so lets take a look shall we." The men now surrounded the pair as well.
A grey haired, pale skinned and bony man without eyelids approached her, dressed in dark monk-robes with elaborate golden embroidery, his very presence abolishing life as he thread on the ground.
His steed resembled the rider. A saddle draped in rubies and gold.
There was enough of it to make kings jealous made one wonder how such a bony horse could move, let alone carry a person. It was all revealed by its green hateful gaze that this horse had been dead for some time yet it was still walking, sustained by a foul magic.
"We went trough a great deal to catch up to you. Cant have you spreading rumours about people pillaging and burning elf settlements in the forest now can we?"
He checked Aaron for vital signs. "This man is dead. Shame I don't have the gear to bring him back to the realm of living death with me. Had to chase you down fast so all the spare gear was left in the ruins of your village. Toss him in the chart." Six men dismounted and it didn't take them long before Aaron's body had been stuffed down the back of a chart.
The dogs now frustrated with the lack of a toy now growled at her, ripping at her tunic they dragged her into the mans evil presence. A wicked grin and a rope awaited her, Tied to the back of a horse like a sack of potatoes and stuffed so she couldn't yell out for help as they mounted up and all hope seemed lost as wolf howls filled the sky.
Aaron was floating around in absolute darkness, unable to move any of his muscles he could only lie still and accept the rising heat of body temperature as an unknown energy filled his body making him hotter than the sun itself as his heart started pumping once more. He could hear Melusine's muffled cry and the laughter of men. Had he failed her? Had he almost died for nothing?
A snap could be heard from afar as his belt cracked and clothes where torn. The chart groaned under the weight shift increase as a beast no longer Aaron Wright stood up on all fours, unleashing a howl of fury that sent even the bravest of horses darting for the woods, tossing off their riders.
Their prayers, desperate screams of pain, and cries for mercy filled the air shortly after. The only ones that escaped the field of slaughter that day was Melusine, bound to a horse she really had no choice or option in the matter and the bony man with his undead steed cursing at the wind.
However as quick as she had escaped later that same night, as the horse had finally calmed down and stopped running he had appeared once again. The blood and gore that followed as a giant wolf almost the same size as the horse jumped out of the sky could not be described in words.
As the saddle was tossed off and she was free. The wolf kept annihilating the horse as if enraged at it. Its head had soon been torn off the body and guts where spread all over. Gulping down the heart the wolf then turned to her.
A ragged beast, blood was dripping from every inch of its body. It calmly walked to her on all fours the magnitude of its fangs on free display, its breath a steaming volcano of death inches from her face.
It then licked her mouth and face as it gently ripped off her gag and removed her bindings. Shortly after he fell asleep his fur still a bloody mess as the moon started going down once more.
(Ooc: did my best, just tell me if you want something changed or if you want me to cut it up in pieces so you can interact).
