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A rewrite with a twist
🕑 Added 2018-10-03 22:17:28 +0000 UTCSo I have been rewriting the earlier chapters to have the novel flowing. This is part of an excerpt from an earlier chapter with a new addition. If you folks agree then it will remain as is. Pay attention to the names...
Bending a little from the body of a quarter-ton wolf, the fence withstood the blow. As the rest of the pack mounted uncoordinated attacks, Ming walked while keeping watch on the wolves. His legs regained strength backed by the confidence of the fence.
"Ming get the trapdoor open, call Clod and the girls up here quickly. Lucy, grab a spear and climb down. Keep the wolves from the fence by stabbing at them."
"Let's get the others to gain some practice."
The adventurers considered themselves an average party at best. In terms of tracking and hunting deer and boar within the forest, their skills had them on par with the best in the village.
For fifteen years they roamed the forest north of the village, earning silvers through the tracking and ambushing of deer and wildlife. They considered themselves as veterans, having survived through the clashes of two wolf packs over the years.
“Bend your backs mates, we have to make a hefty bonus this winter, before parting ways.”
Moraan said while trundling through the snow.
“Easy for you to say. Come next winter, when you and Muldoun huddled near the fire with your wives, me and Bunobo will still be trampling over snow in this village.”
Makoey griped. He tugged at the rope with Chawaki dragging the dead boar strapped to the sled.
“Stop complaining, you know you old men will be welcome in those guys farm. When I am finished with my touring the southern kingdom with Jamm, I plan to leech of those two wannabe farmers.”
Laughed Chawaki.
After this winter this party of close friends will scatter along their own paths.
This winter they voted to remain in the village, hunting as much as possible to gain enough silvers for a large bonus. Come spring they would all help the two newbie farmers stake their lot before parting ways.
Bunobo slogged at the front of the party, following the chipped markings on the trees indicating the way out. His legs broke the three feet high untouched snow that blanketed the land. He scanned the surroundings, that appeared devoid of animal life.
“Don’t you feel it? Something doesn’t feel right.”
He paused.
“What are you worried about, there aren’t any tracks for miles. We have been the only hunters out this week ever since that rumor spread about the wolf pack sighting.”
Jamm scoffed. As a seasoned hunter and veteran of this forest, he knew that the wolves probably hunted far to south by now. That reasoning had them bustling out early in the morning to hunt in the north.
“No, now that I think about it, my gut says something is different. This forest is quiet—too quiet for a winter.”
Muldoun turned and glanced at the trees while talking. A stifling feeling descended, worse than being eyed by a stalking Jaga. The men unconsciously pulled closer together and scanned the surroundings.
Clutching their weapons, they doubled their efforts to leave the forest. Only when they exited the trees into the open grasslands did they all breathe a sigh of relief.
“Scaring the shit out of me, you bastard.”
Chawaki exhaled.
With the tense atmosphere dissipating, the group relaxed as they made their way towards the village. Not far from the exit tracks in the forest, a claw emerged from under the snow and cut a small opening.
A pair of yellow eyes stared at the departing party in anticipation.
Comments
Bonobo
Omg i laughed so hard people looked at me, thanks
Mackoy
Thanks for the fan service hahaha
Chawki89
Haha I see what you did there. I like the names you have already. I like the idea and recognition but don’t need it to enjoy this awesome story.
