A Hunt Between Those of the Light and Those of the Dark
Her skin bristled as she made her way through the dense foliage before her, she could have run through the open field but the chance of being shot at as if she were a deer were strong. No, she decided to take the dark and brambly route instead, so she wasn’t seen by the ghouls.
They had their snipers searching from a high vantage point up in the trees above the valley, but it was a hopeless thought that the leopard would decide to take her chance darting across the open field. She would take the dense forest as coverage and try to outsmart them, but they were creatures of Hell, and she was merely a shapeshifter.
It had been a while since she had seen daylight, making her way through the densely packed trees, she did not have a good sense of where she was. Although she knew there was no open space for miles around her, which was to her benefit because it kept her location unknown to her pursuers. Focusing on her inner turmoil she could sense that her familiar was restless and wanted to be able to run.
They had not seen her for days and they were no closer to finding her location, it was as though she disappeared and would never reappear to be assassinated as she should be. Hell was meant to rule, and creatures of light were a sin in this world: in their world. Demons and hellhounds were welcome, vampires were less so but they were still selfish brutes so they could stay. On the other hand, fairies, elves, shapeshifters and all the other weak feeble creatures were all created to be killed in cruel hunt between devils and angels. The devils would win, hell always won when it came to deciding who was stronger between the world of the light and that of the dark.
A female shapeshifter morphed into her familiar when she spotted a small clearing in the trees. Not big enough to be spotted but just enough to allow the leopard to stretch its limbs and wander. As a creature of the light the leopard’s fur shown gold in the light and its eyes were a greenish copper that swirled as though another world existed within their depths. It was not fully content with its surroundings, but it was happy to be able to stretch lazily in the grass, a few hours later a gentle voice coaxed it awake.
The army of ghouls sent to either capture or assassinate the leopard shapeshifter were viciously killed by several Golden Hornet armies that attacked when they were asleep. They did not stand much of a chance as there were 8000 thousand hornets and only 500 of them, though where these hornets came from was a mystery to them. Before they could even puzzle this question, they were already experiencing an intense burning sensation all over their skin and then shriveled into ashes seconds later.
...to be continued
