his wings, giving her a polite bow.
Siena
blinked, sitting up on her elbows and trying to arrange her mind, to
find the words to say. This situation, this whole event, was
impossible to grasp in its entirety. Before she could utter a word,
she watched as the hybrid creature shifted, morphing before her
stunned eyes.
Like
a storm cloud, black and unpredictable, the huge shadow dragon soon
remained crouched before her. Almost regal, it, too, gave a bow of
its massive head. When those wings arched, flapping in the clearing
that could barely hold them, the wind kicked up like a hurricane was
coming.
With
power and speed that she only could begin to grasp, the Hunter stared
in awe as her prey lifted into the gray sky. In minutes, it had
vanished, leaving only a breaking of leaves and branches to indicate
it had ever been there.
Shifting
on the mossy earth, Siena realized that wasn't entirely true. Dipping
her hands between her thighs, she felt at the liquid essence there,
and stared at it coating her fingers. Shaking her head slowly, she
moved to shaky feet, and began the process of gathering up her
shredded belongings.
Rubbing
her cheek with a sigh, she wondered what the Monster Hunter Guild
would have to say to her about her failed quest this time.
Pondering
on that concept, she touched the marks on her shoulder, mere scrapes
compared to what the beast could have done. In the end, if his
cryptic words had been right, could she really call this a failed
mission?
If
she hadn't gone hunting to kill, but for pleasure, perhaps she could
say this had been a success after all.
Smiling
at the very idea, Siena retied her hair, slipped on what remained of
her torn clothes, and began the long journey back to the town.
As
she went, every time she heard a rumble in the sky, more likely
storm clouds than her dragon lover, she found herself fluttering with
a tingle almost helplessly.
THE
END
Yielding
to the Rat Clan
Book
2
Siena
had traveled to many places, she considered herself versed in the
wilds and the sun parched plains, as well as the rough seas and
heated deserts. As a Monster Hunter, it was only natural for her to
be expected to explore many unique places, to find her exotic prey.
Thus, for her, to be in a stranger place than she ever expected, a
location so different than her expectations, the blonde found herself
squinting around in disbelief.
'Seriously,'
she thought with a frown, 'am I really in the sewers?'
Covering
her nose, the lantern in her palm swung in a slow curve, trying to
banish the black stretch ahead of her. The inky shadows seemed to
absorb the brightness, leaving only a dim orange afterglow and a
vague hint of what was laying ahead of each tentative step.
Her
heel squished on something, and she refused to look down.
Thinking
about her plight, the young Hunter shook her head with vigor and
edged along the slick stone walkway, following the sound of the
rolling water to her left. After another failed mission, the Guild
had decided to recommend she try her hand at chasing rats. Furious at
the mockery, Siena had thought herself clever when she decided to
twist their words, and go tracking something far more crafty.
The
giant rats of the city of Westerlin were far more fitting for her
goals.
She
knew little about them, other than what she could find in the basic
beast books. Said to be as tall as a man, the animals were literally
supposed to appear to be giant rats, intelligent and sneaky, and
often up to mischief. Their real harm was thievery, and with a rash
of the very such crimes as of late in the city above, Siena planned
to make a name for herself.
'The
hero who saved Westerlin,' she mused, a smile crawling over her peach
lips. 'I like the sound of that.'
Still,
she noted she'd been walking for some time through the criss-crossing
tunnels of the sewers, and it was beginning to concern her that she
might, possibly, have become lost. Not wanting to indulge such ideas,
the girl kept moving, ears