Dark Creatures Live In The Dark Forest

Gael felt Beatrix brush against his legs and looked down in time to see a streak of orange fur go shooting past him, all the hair along the back of her spine standing up on end. Alarm shot through him, but he bit it back. Where was she going? Had she sensed something? He paused for a second to listen and heard, not too far off, the sounds of heavy footfalls crunching over snow. Heart pounding, he realized that it had to be some sort of animal... for no human would move with the deliberateness and stealth that he could pick up in those treads.

But when he turned back to the direction that Beatrix had taken, he couldn't see her. Panic shot through him, but he quelled it. Still, a silent cry welled up inside him.

Trix! Don't leave me alone here! he called silently, knowing that she would never hear his silent plea. Not even a Chimera could hear thoughts... or could they? With a shudder, he forced that thought away.

Without thinking, he began to run. The snow was falling fast, quickly covering the fox tracks. All he could do was hope that he was following the right course, for he lost the tracks fairly quickly. The werewolf wasn't panicking yet, but he decided a few things very quickly. Find Beatrix or be stuck out here. But then again... couldn't he make it on his own? Hadn't he always done things alone? Why was it that he was so suddenly caught up with her? It wasn't that she was beautiful or that he liked just being with her... there was just something about her that he couldn't put his finger on... and that something seemed to bring him home.

The werewolf forced away his confusing thoughts and came to a stop. He was lost, he knew it. The snow swirled around him, blanketing the frozen ground all over again. Had it been an hour? Longer? He hadn't caught up with Beatrix yet, hadn't even caught a glimpse of her after she took off. Shivering and numb, he forced his legs to continue carrying him. He was so cold... the snow looked so soft... and he was so tired. Abruptly, Gael shook his head and blinked rapidly, snapping himself out of his trance. As he passed under an ancient pine, the wind suddenly rose, tearing at the trees. There was a crack and he looked up through the storm-

And the swiftly falling branch caught him on the side of the head.

Gael didn't have time to cry out before he was knocked to the ground, stunned. When he crumpled to the ground, his head struck a rock that had been buried under the new-fallen snow and the world went black.


ooc: Because I thought that it would provide an interesting situation and because I was feeling evil xD

Beatrix looked over to see how fast Gael was running. To her dismay, Gael wasn't there. She swiftly turned around and ran back the way she had come, careful to follow her own tracks back. If he was trying to follow her, he would be following her footsteps.She ran for a few minutes, until she realized that she could smell Gael's warm, wolf-like scent. And Blood. She could smell blood. Without hesitation, she veered off the path and followed Gaels scent. The snow was falling very quickly, and it was hard to see. That was probably why Gael was off the path in the first place, but what about the blood? Could the creature she heard have found him? Beatrix shuddered. She knew what the creature was, and it was not something she had ever wanted to meet. The scent was stronger now, and finally she spotted Gael. He was lying on the blood spattered snow, unconscious. Beatrix gave a spurt of energy and ran over and began furiously sniffing Gael. Nothing had been near, him, but it looked as though he had somehow been knocked over and hit his head on a rock. She took hold of Gaels shirt and ripped a section off the bottom off. She tried to put the cloth on his head and cover the wound, but she failed miserably. She pressed the bandage down with her paws, but since she wasn't very big, it didn't do too much. Beatrix decided to abandon the bandage and build a shelter. She dragged a large branch over next to Gael and propped smaller branches upon it. It wasn't a very big shelter, but it would have to do. She cleared the snow from under and around him. She couldn't do anything more for him, so she sat up to stay guard.
She quickly fell asleep.


ooc: Sorry about taking so long, I got caught up with school work and the farm and all of that. Also, on the story, My plan is that Gael will wake up right when the evil creature comes. Either Beatrix or Gael or both could fight it, although I have a plan if Beatrix fights it.....
But, the next bit of the story is all up to you, so if you have a different idea, that would be great too.

Beatrix awoke. The cold winter wind penetrated her thick orange fur, and she pulled herself into a tighter ball in the snow. She wished to return to her sleep, but she knew that sleep would not return to her freezing body. Accepting that she would have to begin her day, she sniffed the air instinctively for Gael. It took her a moment to realize what she smelled. No. Oh no. This is the absolute worst possible thing that could happen. Beatrix sat up slowly and crept out the back of her tiny makeshift shelter. She could smell everything, but she didn’t dare look. Let the creature believe that she was an ordinary fox. Let the evil creature not even notice her. Beatrix crept from tree to tree, circling the clearing where Gael and the Wendigo were sizing each other up. She never looked directly at them, though. This was partly because she did not want to give herself away, and partly because she did not want to look at a Wendigo ever again.

She had fought a Wendigo once before, an she had nearly died. She only survived by a miracle; finding another friendly Chimera to help her. Otherwise, Beatrix would have died 63 years ago. Meeting One Wendigo has always been 6 Wendigos too many. Beatrix had heard that quote from Vissaron, the Chimera who had saved her. Beatrix stepped lightly over some fallen branches. She had to get behind the wretched Wendigo.

Please don’t let Gael continuously get into this kind of trouble. Neither of us will live long enough for this to happen more than once. Beatrix crept a few more steps. There. Now she was behind the Wendigo. And now she had o leap on it. Part of her wanted to run away, far away, trusting her Chimera instincts. But the strange human bits seemed to have infected her, and so she would not leave Gael. She judged where the neck was, locating one if its main blood veins. She would not be able to kill it, she knew, but she could drive it off. And that would be distracting it from Gael so that he could run. And he would have to run fast, for Wendigos were faster than anything she remembered. Enough of this! Beatrix stopped thinking and relied on her instincts, letting herself flow back into her knowing Chimera state. She leapt on the Wendigos disgusting back, and bit hard onto any piece of skin she could find. She was a poor match for a Wendigo in her fox form, but she would try. Try or die. The Wendigo stretched itself upwards, using I’s unnaturally long fingers to try and get Beatrix off. She held tight, though, and he soon resorted to shaking. Again and again and again. Beatrix hoped that Gael was running. She could only hold on for so long. The Wendigo gave one more wrenching shake, and she flew off. She hit her back against a tree and fell o the ground, limp.

She struggled not to let herself go unconscious, to give Gael more time. But she could still her snarling. And it wasn’t directed at her anymore. Beatrix forced her golden eyes to open, to survey the horror she already knew. The idiot! He has no more sense than a newborn fox-kit! He’ll die for sure this time. He’ll die for sure. Gael was standing, facing the vicious Wendigo with a small-ish night-black blade. Obsidian. Very good for killing. But not enough for a Wendigo. Not nearly enough. She stood up on shaking legs. The Wendigo flexed its claws. Beatrix took a weak step. The Wendigo bared its teeth. Beatrix took another step and fell over. The Wendigo lunged for Gael. Gael ducked, but not fast enough.

The moment before the Wendigos teeth met Gael’s unprotected throat, a giant creature knocked the Wendigo to the side. It was a dragon. It was a beautiful dragon, one that looked to soft and sweet for battle, but could kill with a breath. It had a relatively short nose full of tiny, razor sharp teeth. It huge, transparent wings shimmered like a dragonfly’s, and they connected with her front legs. The dragon appeared almost bat-like, although you could tell that it was far more intelligent. It had huge frills, and every tip of every frill looked as though it could kill. It was blue-grey in color, and its wings, although transparent, shimmered blue. Its tail swished. Beatrix looked down at the Wendigo and spoke in the vile, evil tongue of the Wendigo. It was a long, hissing and gargling noise, and Gael did not understand. Run……..or DIE. The Wendigo stared back in disbelief at the Chimera holding him down. Beatrix’s golden dragon eyes had no mercy, but it is not a Wendigos nature to give in before the kill. It snarled “Chimera….Wretched Chimera”. And then it bit her front leg, which had surprising strong and tiny scales covering it. Beatrix was not seriously wounded, but she was bleeding the black blood of a dragon. She took her front claws and scratched the Wendigos chest as he squirmed out from under her. The Wendigo reached its own claws toward Beatrix’s throat, but she moved too quickly and the Wendigo only managed to scratch her neck. Beatrix needed to end the fight before she got seriously wounded, and she knew it. She needed poison. Beatrix summoned the poison from her throat and let the toxic gas flow off of her tongue and right into the oncoming Wendigos face. The Wendigo shrieked, for the pain of the poison was instant. Beatrix stared down at the Wendigo, who was only slightly shorter than she was but it was now lying on the ground, shrieking inhuman cries. She snarled at the Wendigo, and the Wendigo opened its red eyes at her and stared with new hate. It lunged for her wing, an odd place to go, but it knew what it was doing. It’s extremely long fingers tore through her wing right next to her arm. It would not kill her, it knew, but the Chimera would remember. And if she ever crossed his path again……He would be sure to kill her. Wendigos were very vengeful creatures. Beatrix shrieked and lunged for the Wendigo again, but the Wendigo was already running. Beatrix watched him until he was gone, and then turned to Gael. Still in dragon form she walked over to him, intending to make sure that he was alright, but she collapsed before she got to him. She was too exhausted to look after him. She wondered vaguely how she was a dragon now, when only a little while ago she could not change from fox form, but she blacked out before she could finish the thought.

OOC: UGH sorry that took so long. I know that quality of this reply isn’t very good, but I hope it makes up for that in length. I do want to point out something, though. Beatrix is still in Dragon form. Just thought I should say that In case it wasn’t totally clear.

Gael found himself paralyzed, staring at the fight between the Wendigo and the golden dragon with eyes that seemed twice as big as they ordinarily were, if that was even possible at this point. The dragon had to be Beatrix, for the small fox was nowhere to be seen, and she was a Chimera, after all. She wasn't bound to one shape the way that most other creatures were. They snapped and snarled at each other as the two creatures tussled, blood splattering the snow, staining it with drops of bright crimson. The heavy, sickly sweet scent of blood filled the air and he gagged from the horrid scent of the Wendigo as the wind changed, then he winced openly as the sharp fangs of the beast bit down on the dragon's golden-scaled leg, almost in the exact same place where it had swiped at him, and he shivered at the coincidence. Okay, and the fact that it was freezing, but that wasn't the point. When Beatrix sprayed some noxious poison at the monster from her maw, and it lingered for a painfully long time in the air, stinging his eyes and making it hurt to breathe. It felt painful to breath out, almost as if an iron fist had clamped around his lungs and was trying to force the breath out of him. The inhuman, tormented screams of the Wendigo didn't help matters either. After about thirty seconds, he could hear the light running of feet as the monster ran for its life. Gael raised his head tentatively and then leaped back in shock as the dragon collapsed in front of him. No, as Beatrix collapsed in front of him. No matter what form she took, it would always be Beatrix.

Anxiously, he rose to his hands and knees and crawled the few feet that separated them. "Trix?" he asked anxiously, stroking her scaly head with gently fingers. Her great eyes were closed and her dragon breath steamed in the cold air. At least she was breathing and he wounds didn't appear too serious. He had no idea as to how to treat human wounds, least of all dragon ones. What was he supposed to do? Helplessly, he simply stayed by her side and waited for her to awaken.


ooc: Dang, this one was so short in comparison. xD
No worries! It was great, trust me!

Beatrix was ready to give up. She had treated Gael to the best of her abilities, And now he looked as if he were dead already.
She glanced at his cold, sweaty body and immediately squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't stand to see him so still and obviously unhealthy.
Why did I have to be so angry at him? Will the last thing he knows of this life be me, angry at him?
I never wanted this to happen. I never planned to have him so close to death. And now I wish I had never met him....Perhaps he would have lived if I hadn't followed him, if I had suppressed my curiosity for once....
Beatrix muttered to herself, angry, cold and desperate. "You'll never keep yourself out of trouble. And trouble will surround you for several hundred more years. It is the curse of the Chimera. You just had the bad luck to let yourself care. you're a fool, you know. A bungling idiot. For all your knowledge, you will never be wise."
Beatrix dropped to her knees, uncaring about her cold, damp clothes.
And now someone you care about is dying a slow, painful death. And it's all because of you. Gael may never live to see the springtime, or even the sunlight. He'll never hear the birdsong again, and he'll never have to look at your shameful face again. He's dying. He's probably dead already."
Beatrix was openly crying now, something she had never done before, something she would probably never do again. She was born a fox, and foxes do not cry. She was also born a Chimera, and Chimeras have little emotion. And yet Beatrix wept. She wept for every death she had ever witnessed, she wept for the tragic stories she watched. She wept for Gael.
"And if he is dead, no harm will come from the words I've been thinking ever since I first saw him walking in the snow."
Beatrix let more tears fall, melting the snow. She curled herself into a ball and hugged her knees, longing for comfort. She ignored the world around her, letting herself sink into her depression.
"I love Gael."


OOC: I am SO SO sorry for the time it took to put this up. I was completely swamped for the past few weeks, with goats and school and all of that. I am so sorry. I just typed this up today, very hurried, so don't be surprised about a lack of quality.
Again, so sorry.
Also, I was listening to this song while I typed this. I find it terribly powerful : [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]

Gael was drifting in and out of consciousness. Eyes out of focus, he was lying on his back on the rough earth where Beatrix had cleared the snow away. His brow beaded with sweat, he was having trouble focusing on anything. Dimly, at the edge of his awareness he could sense Beatrix's presence. She was talking, but he couldn't make out the words. Her voice sounded distressed, and that made him agitated. He didn't like it when Beatrix was upset, especially when it was his fault she was feeling down. She was too sweet to not be smiling. He licked his lips, eyes fixed straight ahead of him. Slowly, the werewolf blinked his eyes. His vision swam back into focus, but he couldn't see anything aside from the snow-laden branches above his head.

"Trix?" he asked, drawling in a painful breath as he spoke so that her name was nearly lost. Pain flashed across his mind as he tried to raise himself, but only made it up a few inches before he collapsed back down.

Damn leg, he thought savagely. He could tell it was infected. Despite the fact that his body burned with fever, he felt freezing cold inside and out. He could feel himself shivering, but it was barely perceptible to the eye. Well... to the mortal eye, anyway.

"Trix," he muttered, not caring if she heard him or not. More than anything, he was talking to himself at the moment. "Hey, Kid." He moved his head slightly so as to be able to see her, even if her outline was indistinct and looked more like a lump on the ground than anything else. He didn't care, he needed something to hold onto and the trees above him weren't cutting it. His hearing felt dulled and his head heavier than lead, but was that crying he heard?

"Listen," he began, wetting his lips and trying to tell her that he was only half-dead. "You gotta go. I die... If I die... it won't be... too long before the... the scavengers come."

Gaelgathor tried to focus on her, narrowing his eyes against the harsh light of dawn. How long had he been out for? At least he had woken up, that was something. All he remembered was a falling sensation, and then the light. He had expected to have been dead, but fate clearly had other plans for him. He didn't know whether he should be grateful or not to still be alive, since all it really meant was more suffering, but heck to it. He had to have something working in his favor.

"I don't... intend... to die anytime soon," he growled, leaning his head back again, once more staring up at the trees. "But when it all boils down to it, my intentions don't matter." His shivering had lessened slightly, leaving him feeling far too hot for comfort. "You..." And he hated himself for having to say it because he didn't want to hurt her, but he had done enough damage as it was. "You ought to leave me here... Continue your journey."

The effort of speaking for so long left the werewolf drained, and he closed his eyes, trying once more to summon whatever was left on his strength. He would need it.

ooc: Since I'z sick, this is a lot easier than before! xD