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This month we have another selection of awesome creative writing for your enjoyment - opening with this amazing piece about the winter wolf:
Hati
by Kit0
It was mid-January when Kito returned from spending a week in the snowy plains at Trollweiss hunting sabre-toothed kebbits. She was journeying to Rellekka to rest for the evening before continuing her onward travel to her home in Seer's Village. The cold wind bit through her jacket, and her kebbit gloves struggled to stop the cold biting though. Pulling her jacket close around her neck, she wished she was back in the snow den she had crafted to shelter her during her hunting. Kito tightened her utility belt around her clothing to stop the wind creating a freezing draught along her back. The wind whistled through the nearby trees and with it carried the sound of distant wolves howling. Glancing up at the darkening sky, the clouds slowly crept across the full moon, bringing with it the wintery threat of snow. As the light from the moon disappeared, Kito was grateful that it would no longer illuminate her figure to predators nearby, but meant she could no longer identify them either.
Eventually the clouds gave in and it began to snow. The young girl hitched her bag higher onto her shoulder and began to quicken her pace. A loud crack halted her suddenly as a large bear and its cubs roamed in the trees nearby. Keeping still, Kito allowed the bears to pass unnoticed, and after allowing them to get further ahead of her, she began to walk again. The bears weren’t too much of a worry to her in these parts of the woods. The bears were slower and less agile than other predators. It was the pack hunting wolves that worried her more, as they had a tendency to have their prey surrounded before attacking.
The moon slid out in a small break in the still snowing clouds lighting the woods for a brief moment, but it was enough to cause Kito to freeze with fear. A large white wolf was stood looking directly at her with fierce red eyes. It was much bigger than any she had seen in this region before. Edging slowly towards a nearby tree, she could hear the deep growling coming from the creature. At the same time, the moon disappeared again, as though frightened of this wolf itself. Fear rose instantly in the girl. She had no way to defend herself, she had never been trained in any form of combat, carried no armour, and only limited amount of food and medicine. Having led her life focusing on learning skills she had rarely encountered anything that needed her to defend herself.
The wolf growled louder and began to run straight for Kito. Breaking cover, she sprinted back the way she had come, hearing the growling and footfalls of the wolf get ever closer over the sound of her heart hammering with fear. A loud battle cry screamed through the woods, and five warriors stormed into view, charging straight for the wolf. Kito spun around in time to see them converge on the wolf, who instantly began to fight back.
The sounds were horrendous, and Kito could no longer watch. Yelps of pain from both wolf and human alike, amongst the clashes of claws on shields and swords. After what seemed an eternity a huge cry erupted from the warriors and the sounds of fighting quietened.
"You will not take our moon!" one cried as they supported a comrade away who had been badly injured in the fight. Kito spun round to see the fallen figure of the wolf, and realised just who it had been.
Remembering back to her schooling, she had heard about the two wolves who chase the sun and the moon in an attempt to devour them and release their father, Fenrir. Rumours had since been banded around about people who had met them, and defeated them, but Kito had never truly believed them.
Until now.
Edging towards the wolf, she could see it was still alive, but close to dying. It lay still with its eyes closed, breathing heavily, as though each breath was a struggle. The girl knelt close to the wolf's head, knowing it didn't have the strength to harm her now. Pulling her hand from her glove, she placed it on his head.
"Hati..." she whispered.
A loud howl erupted from another part of the woods, and Kito looked up to see a large glow from a fire above the trees. Glancing back at the wolf, she recoiled slightly. His eyes were open and seemed more alert, as though he had been waiting.
"Sköll?" Kito asked quietly, and the wolf's eye focused on her. There was a glint that shone there, one that mixed cunning, anger and revenge all in one. In that instant Kito realised that although Hati was dying in this form, his spirit would continue and one day would return in a new form. Sköll was his reason for returning and together they would continue in their attempt to devour the heavenly bodies and get revenge on all who try to stop them.
The body of Hati vanished into the snow, and Kito began to head towards Rellekka for the night. The moon re-emerged and caused the snow to glisten brightly as it fell.
A few days later, in the depths of the night a loud, fierce howl rang through the trees.
Hati had returned.
Wilderness
by Cherria
Upon the lands they call danger,
I glimpse a dark bow in the hand of a ranger,
An arrow flies through the cold,
Racing towards him - I am bold,
I strike a blow with my sword,
And pray to the empty lord...
Noobishness
by Cherria
Lumbridge - the land we roam,
Getting glasses from Chrome,
Collecting copper and tin,
We see doublers - unaware of their sin,
Not a penny to our name,
We play a minigame,
Taken into a portal glowing red,
Soon to find ourselves dead,
We are the newbies,
Respect us, please!
A Wanderer in Mort Myre
by Apep-Itsirk
"Yet there are those who would claim that war is an art form. Fools they are, and fools they remain. By their bloodlust they are blinded to beauty, deafened to melody and numbed to sanctity!"~ Azzanadra.
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He stared at the dark red sky as dark flying creatures buzzed by, covering the silver moon. He was petrified, mesmerized by their vast numbers, crashing down to the flanks, ripping through bodies with their bare claws, and crushing the mere shields of men, shields with a yellow four-pointed star on it. He knew it was war. He knew that there was no hope and no end, because from what he experienced, in this very brief moment of his first battle, was that he knew that he would not survive. He told himself countless times to run... RUN! He couldn't run. Nor could he hide, as he was frozen in fear.
Suddenly one of the winged creatures fell down in front of him. Slowly it turned it's head toward the man, flexing its bony wings and strengthening it's claws. It gazed at the man with it's beady eyes, staring down at his broken soul. And then in a sinister way, it smiled, displaying it's fangs all in blood.
"Here is where you die, human!" the creature said, dashing toward the man at extreme speed. The man could not see the creature clearly. All he saw was a dark blur rushing toward him.
Then out of nowhere ice flung toward the creature hitting it. The creature smashed to the hard earth, its face bashed against the large rocks in the distance. The ice spread around its body freezing it in place.
A heartbeat. A slower heartbeat. A stop. The creature was dead.
The man was shocked. He was relieved to be alive but his mind could not understand what happened. It all happened so fast... so suddenly. He turned around to see who had saved him. No one. Suddenly he felt a tap, on his shoulder. He turned slowly and saw a man with robes, and a red colored metal on the robes. The man had a skeletal face.
"W-what are you?" The man asked, walking back slowly in shock.
"I am a Mahjarrat. And this, sir, is where you die." The Mahjarrat said raising his hand; his cape brushed against him. It had a strange symbol, unknown to the man; one that was a purple circle with an "X" in the middle.
"Why? Which god are you fighting for..." he said, about to run, despite the fact that he knew it was useless. The power of the Mahjarrat was overwhelming. Any attempt of escape or resistance would be futile.
"I obey only one. Zaros. And by his honor you shall die." The Mahjarrat replied coldly. The Mahjarrat, however possessed a sad spirit, although hardened by war, it was felt an incredible pain.
"War... I don't know why I am fighting it anymore. The gods are fighting it not us. Yet we are the ones who perish." The man stated. He saw the pain in the Mahjarrat's face, one that saw heavy loss, and great tragedy. The Mahjarrat was silent.
"What god do you follow, mortal?" he finally asked.
"Saradomin" the man replied. The Mahjarrat looked at him for a second and concealed his arms in his robes. The Mahjarrat smiled.
"Then you are lucky. Zaros has nothing against Saradomin." The Mahjarrat stated. He lied. Those two gods had been enemies since the second age of Gielinor, but for some reason the Mahjarrat showed mercy for the man. The Mahjarrat turned around, ready to leave.
The man was shocked, surprised by the sudden acts of mercy.
"Who is Zaros?" The man asked. The Mahjarrat stopped.
"One that you should not be concerned about." The Mahjarrat replied smiling. The Mahjarrat disappeared in an instant.
And to this day the Mahjarrat remembers the mortal's words.
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