Blood Addicts in the Blood
Wing Caverns
(While waiting on Erebus, one of the Blood Wings that
has allied himself to Mercy to search for those responsible for the blood rain,
Mercy and her friend Mirilee are attacked by a group of blood addicts. When
things are looking desperate, Erebus returns and uses magic, a force that
hasn’t been seen in the world in over a hundred years, to protect her.)
Black
tendrils of shadow reached up and grabbed Marrow’s arms and legs. They yanked
him down, knocking Mercy over, but his hands and face were thankfully wrenched
away from her skin. She could hear the horrible ripping and snapping sounds and
knew what the shadows were doing to her captor. They were quartering him. She
tried to look away, but saw the outline of his limbs parting from his body and
felt the warm spray of blood wash over her.
Mercy
turned and looked at Erebus in revulsion. A look of hurt understanding ran
across his face. He began to say something, but before he could speak he began
to scream in physical pain, holding his head and stumbling around. Blood was
pouring from his ears, eyes, nose, and mouth. His body and face began to
change.
His
violet glowing eyes changed into the color of a clear sky blue. His fur receded
along with his leathery wings, and his fangs and muzzle shrank down until they
were a human mouth and nose. The features fit Erebus just as much as those in
his beast form, if not more. His body shuttered one last time, as though shaking
off every last semblance of his bestial nature. He looked at his hands with a
shocked expression and then fell unconscious.
Cruor
caught Erebus before he could hit the floor and snapped, “You just had to use
your abilities in front of them. In some ways, Marrow might’ve been right.”
Mercy
didn’t waste the distraction of her enemies. She drew her bow and readied an
arrow just in time. Grimes was limping towards her, clearly taking advantage of
the fact Erebus was incapacitated. She released the arrow and it hit Grimes
squarely in the chest. He clutched at the wound and fell down, rasping for
breath. His brother Dread rushed forward. Mercy knew she wouldn’t have time to
nock the second arrow, so she braced herself for the impact of his body - only
to find he abruptly stopped with a stunned look on his face and then fell
forward. Mirilee had hit him squarely in the back with one of her throwing
daggers. He toppled over, dead.
Mercy
saw Brine’s eyes began to roll back in her head. Blood was everywhere in the room,
and it seemed that the Blood Wing’s own blood made them frenzy as easily as
that of the tribal people. She howled and rushed at the closest person in the
room, which happened to be Mirilee. Before Mercy could shoot Brine with an
arrow, Cruor threw a long ornate spear which hit Brine directly in the neck.
She died instantly.
Cruor
said sternly, “You need to go, now.
Go back out the way you came in and take Erebus with you. The guards should
still be asleep. I’ll meet you where Erebus left the mounts.”
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