A leap too short

She was moving as fast as her legs could carry her, her hooves pounding against the soft autumn soil of the forest. She was at one with nature, she knew the paths and the trails and she knew the trees themselves; her pursuers did not. Undeniably escape was harder now the trees had lost their leaves which would have provided camouflage, she could sense the ferocity of the lions nearby; she had to push herself to run faster. The predators did not know the forest but they knew their sense of smell, she knew that merely weaving in and out of trees was not going to guarantee her freedom.

She changed direction, heading towards the edge of the forest, it was risky, she had barely explored this section but she trusted her instincts and bounded on. The trees seems to fall in on her, their branches becoming too close for comfort to her face, now she knew why she had avoided this area. Still, it was too late to turn back and she knew the Lions would be on her in an instant if she did.

The Edge of the forest was near, as soon as she left it she would be on the Lions turf; she was slower than them and held no advantages on open ground. The trees parted way to a large plain, turfs of grass that had turned a sickly yellow colour were the closest things to vegetation here. She could feel her pursuers gain ground with every step, their sheer ferocity shook the earth. She could feel tears in her eyes, they broke away and were swept into the wind; curling and dissolving into the atmosphere itself. She didn’t want to die like this, not away from her home, away from the beauty that was the forest.

Up ahead, a large ravine was getting ever closer. She sighted it and knew what she would do. She could feel the heat of her predators breath on her heels, the pounding of their paws on the ground and the glare of their eyes piercing her back. She saw the ravine ledge just in time and jumped, she soared into the air, her very essence sailing in the wind. She felt higher than she had ever done before, joy and excitement flooded her very soul.

The Dryad landed gracefully on the other side and looked back to see her predators tumbling into the depths and darkness of the cliffs; they were not quick enough to see the ledge, their vision blurred with greed and gluttony. She lay down on the floor, praised Elune and fell asleep. It had been a tiring moment and a whirlpool of emotions but she had made it, she lived to see another day.

A leap too short


Joined February 2008

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Entry to bestiary.

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