Not sure what that thing is, but it darn sure ain’t human. I’ll admit that I followed her into the woods, and did not turn away as she stripped naked and stepped into the small pond. The moonlight glistened on her bare skin, and for just a moment, I forgot about my wife. I could not turn away, and in truth, did not want to. She is a fit one Pen.
She seemed to revel in the combination of moonlight and water. Scooping up some in her palms, she lifted it over her head and smiled as she released it to fall lazily down and over her shoulders, hugging every curve of her form. To say I was captivated would be an understatement. She and I have been getting along since we arrived in Cove, but I had till now seen her as only another soldier I worked with.
She did not look to be in any hurry to finish her bath, and a few times she leaned her head back, turning her eyes towards the sky as though searching for some heaven bound lover. As the moon reached its high point, the light from the fullness of it bathed the entire clearing around the pond in shimmering light. Leaning her head back again, I watched as her lips parted and a low groan issued forth.
Well it started as a low moan, but soon it changed timber and came across more as a growl, or maybe a howl. Yeah, it was a howl alright. Primal and bloody thirsty. The sound was not human at all, it was more like a…
I watched her change. It looked to me as though the transformation brought with it unimaginable pain. Her face contorted, eyes bulging, her moth slathering. And the howl was bone chilling. She did not stay in the water long, but leaped out onto the shore looking around wildly. I was afraid she might see me there, but if she did, she decided to leave me be. Instead she out of the woods to the road, and continued on towards the orc camp.
I’ve seen many horrors in my time, and this one was odd, but did not have the same effect on me that that demon did. As I chased down the road behind her I drew my sword in case she doubled back. But she kept running, and the distance between us grew rapidly.
By the time I caught up with her, the damage had been done. The camp of orc laid decimated. She did not just kill them, she ripped them to shreds. I am assuming she ate some parts of them seeing that there were huge chunks of arms and legs missing. The thought of consuming such vile creatures as orcs sickened me. It was clear that whatever else she was, Pen was no normal woman.
I moved with care around each corner, if she were still here she might decide that I was her next snack. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty sure I taste better than orc. I’m not sure how much time I spent in that camp searching, but towards the east, the faint rays of sunlight were beginning to snake their way across the land. I was about ready to leave, when I heard someone call my name.
Rounding a small stockade, I came upon her sitting naked on the ground. Her body was covered in blood spatter and bits of orc flesh. Looking at me she seemed detached and aloof. And oddly, did not seem the slightest bit disturbed by the carnage around her. Taking off my jacket, I wrapped it around her and helped her to her feet.
I couldn’t let her return to Cove, what might she do next time something like this happened. And worse, what might they do to her should any of them witness the transformation as I did? When we got back to where I was staying, I invited her in for a drink. The powder I slipped into her cup was the same thing I used to give to Aedon on fitful nights. And just as it did back then, it soon rendered the drinker fully unconscious.
Wrapping her in a blanket, I took her down to the harbor and stowed her in the hold of that ship the pirate keeps close at hand. Then I went back to the pond, and retrieving her hideous pink armor, smeared some blood on it, and left it at one of the houses in Cove. Gathering my goods, and some provisions, I headed back to the ship, and hid myself away in the same corner I put her.
With luck, we will be far from this port before they find what I left behind. I’m hoping they figured her ta be dead, and with my absence, it is pretty sure I will be the one blamed. But in the meantime, she can rest and I can figure out what the next step I take should be.
With fair winds, and an understanding captain, we should be alright.
Malac
She seemed to revel in the combination of moonlight and water. Scooping up some in her palms, she lifted it over her head and smiled as she released it to fall lazily down and over her shoulders, hugging every curve of her form. To say I was captivated would be an understatement. She and I have been getting along since we arrived in Cove, but I had till now seen her as only another soldier I worked with.
She did not look to be in any hurry to finish her bath, and a few times she leaned her head back, turning her eyes towards the sky as though searching for some heaven bound lover. As the moon reached its high point, the light from the fullness of it bathed the entire clearing around the pond in shimmering light. Leaning her head back again, I watched as her lips parted and a low groan issued forth.
Well it started as a low moan, but soon it changed timber and came across more as a growl, or maybe a howl. Yeah, it was a howl alright. Primal and bloody thirsty. The sound was not human at all, it was more like a…
I watched her change. It looked to me as though the transformation brought with it unimaginable pain. Her face contorted, eyes bulging, her moth slathering. And the howl was bone chilling. She did not stay in the water long, but leaped out onto the shore looking around wildly. I was afraid she might see me there, but if she did, she decided to leave me be. Instead she out of the woods to the road, and continued on towards the orc camp.
I’ve seen many horrors in my time, and this one was odd, but did not have the same effect on me that that demon did. As I chased down the road behind her I drew my sword in case she doubled back. But she kept running, and the distance between us grew rapidly.
By the time I caught up with her, the damage had been done. The camp of orc laid decimated. She did not just kill them, she ripped them to shreds. I am assuming she ate some parts of them seeing that there were huge chunks of arms and legs missing. The thought of consuming such vile creatures as orcs sickened me. It was clear that whatever else she was, Pen was no normal woman.
I moved with care around each corner, if she were still here she might decide that I was her next snack. I don’t mean to brag, but I’m pretty sure I taste better than orc. I’m not sure how much time I spent in that camp searching, but towards the east, the faint rays of sunlight were beginning to snake their way across the land. I was about ready to leave, when I heard someone call my name.
Rounding a small stockade, I came upon her sitting naked on the ground. Her body was covered in blood spatter and bits of orc flesh. Looking at me she seemed detached and aloof. And oddly, did not seem the slightest bit disturbed by the carnage around her. Taking off my jacket, I wrapped it around her and helped her to her feet.
I couldn’t let her return to Cove, what might she do next time something like this happened. And worse, what might they do to her should any of them witness the transformation as I did? When we got back to where I was staying, I invited her in for a drink. The powder I slipped into her cup was the same thing I used to give to Aedon on fitful nights. And just as it did back then, it soon rendered the drinker fully unconscious.
Wrapping her in a blanket, I took her down to the harbor and stowed her in the hold of that ship the pirate keeps close at hand. Then I went back to the pond, and retrieving her hideous pink armor, smeared some blood on it, and left it at one of the houses in Cove. Gathering my goods, and some provisions, I headed back to the ship, and hid myself away in the same corner I put her.
With luck, we will be far from this port before they find what I left behind. I’m hoping they figured her ta be dead, and with my absence, it is pretty sure I will be the one blamed. But in the meantime, she can rest and I can figure out what the next step I take should be.
With fair winds, and an understanding captain, we should be alright.
Malac