“They say he strikes when the moon is high and the wolves howl when he is near, just thinking about Luna just sends shivers down me bones.” Flit closed his scarred eye, imagining such a horrid scene and began to calm his nerves with his ale.
“I say he’s a werewolf, perhaps a she-wolf” Kelve boorishly flickered his eyes to the barmaid and she shot him a glance of utter rejection. “Whatever the creature it is, I guess hiding is his specialty, I find it all petty and unimpressive”
A woman with a black cloak enters the tavern. Head hidden, red corset blazing and breasts developing. Petite yet a fragrance of Cedar seem to follow and enchant the tavern to a resounding silence. She approached the counter and removed her hood.
She whispered something sweet to Bartender Pete and his face grew bright red and he went to the back with the vixen.
That lucky son of a bitch.
Kelve slapped Flit to snap him back to reality, her scarlet lips, raven black hair and dark brown eyes had him falling and Kelve couldn’t argue with him. He just had to see what Dirty Pete was going to do with the lady. As Kelve would call her.
“Well what do you want? We don’t accept your kind here.” Dirty Pete spoke deep but cautiously.
“Perhaps, we can make a deal?” She was already whispering in his ear and rubbing his shoulders sensuously.
“This is not how I conduct deals!” Pete threw her up against the wall. She was strong but not strong enough. Her eyes widened and her face morphed, her teeth lengthen and her hair grew wildly. “Now, let me see your true colors wolf!”
She leaped and shredded his chest. He laughed and began the clasp the monster. She was waning in strength and her toothy mouth gaped. Her bones started to cracked like branches and she transformed back to human form, limped and dead. Pete laid her down gently and quickly grabbed his buck knife and flung it at his door. There was a yell from behind.
“Kelve, you snooping bastard!”
“What the hell was that? Wasss…was that a werewolf? Was that Luna?” Kelve said. He was shaken up and sitting flat on his ass.
“HELL NO! It was just a just another pain in the ass. What a waste too.” He regrettably looked at the fragile girl, half wishing he took her up on her offer but figured he would probably be killed in his sleep after the deal was done.
“Damn, after I found this Sapphire, it has caused me a whole lot of trouble.”
“Perhaps, I could take that off your hands.” A small wisp of air touched his neck, a flash of dark steel and cloaked figure was in the corner of his room holding his necklace, the Sapphire gleamed even in the shadows still dripping his blood.
“I am Elumier, and I know what this holds. You are Knight Pete of Roxweed.” He emerged from the corner and removed his hood.
“We hold the same destiny and his obsidian glowed in unison with the Sapphire.”
Chapter 2 of my on-going fantasy story of Elumier. I’m making it as I go… So any feedback would be great
Illustrations are being made as we speak for these chapters.
I write when I feel like it.