Chapter 530: Everyone’s worried (1/2)
”Just what in the Gods' name is this thing?!” A loud bellowing cry reverberated in the area. No matter how Crone looked at it, he couldn't recognize what the thing that was now shackled in chains and dragged back to the camp should actually be.
It was more like an abominable entity, a mixture of many others that they recognized. As he looked at it, he could see, wolf-like features here and there, then again it had an extra set of limbs and a much harsher, stronger bristles as fur.
Then again, its facial structure, its ears again resembled a wolf, a warg, or maybe their evolved version, the bipedal worgen. Yet, it had this nightmare-inducing 8 bead-like dark eyes, that were uncharacteristic of anything he could think of. Also, unlike those that he thought of before, this monster had no tail at all. It wasn't tucked away, pulled back or sliced, or even torn off at all. No, this creature hadn't had any.
Unable to name this entity in front of him, Crone turned to look at the Captain behind him, looking over as Galina attended to the still unconscious trio of Aina, her sister Eina and Naybeah.
Looking at the three women still lying motionlessly on the ground, anger once again rose inside Crone. He clenched his right hand, forming a fist, then as he suddenly turned back he used all the momentum and inertia, to throw a punch at the chained captive with all his might.
*Crack!*
The sound of bones cracking was heard as his fist made contact with the creature's head. Yet, it wasn't the creature that cried out in pain, but it was Crone's frustration and pain-filled cry that filled the camp and gathered the attention of everyone that meanwhile returned from the scouting expeditions.
”Aaaaargh… This godsd*mn… filthy…” He cursed in a fit of rage. The creature's skull was much thicker and sturdier than what that could give in to such a measly show of force. Though the creature felt a slight numbing pain at the side of his head, it wasn't unbearable, he sneered disdainfully at the Bareskin male in front of him.
'Pathetic weakling… If not for those two…' The creature glanced over with a complex gaze at the two war hounds, Sam and Biggy who were leisurely resting at the blonde archer female's sides, before sighing and lamenting further. '… If not for those two, you all would be lying in your own disgusting, red pool of blood, buried under your own intestines… BASTARDS!'
The creature howled and raged in its mind, showing the same reaction as the warrior female before. It was unwilling to accept the harshness of reality. It found the fact that it was defeated so quickly, so easily… it was a great blow to his ego, this result was totally unacceptable.
Still, it wasn't totally consumed by resentment and by the burning flames of its emotions. It knew that it had to keep a low profile, lest those terrifying four-legged beasts would tear its body to shreds.
So, although it was burning with anger and rage inside, it did its best to keep it down and not to show anything on the outside.
Although, it couldn't help itself to reveal a disdainful snicker as it heard and felt the Bareskin's male's hand crack. It was a victory, albeit a small but the only one that it has been awarded since its capture.
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Galina groaned in pain as she completed yet another chant, and used more and more of its remaining strength to at the very least stabilize the three girls under her care. Another thin, lanky man was crouched beside her, attending to the others.
He was called Derick, and he was the Silver Howl mercenary group's assigned doctor-slash-nurse-slash-medic. He was a one-man army in the team when it came to first aid. He, unlike Galina or the priests under the service of the various gods ruling over Eora, was not trained in any of the holy or arcane arts. No, he was a scholar, a person with real knowledge related to first aid, and health. He also had a deep understanding of the various herbs, their effects, and how to utilize them the best.