Frustrated Father
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There were three of them in total. One male was grizzled and battled hardened, a veteran and his weapons were well cared for, his armor dented and scratched but serviceable. The younger male, little more than a boy really, shivered in the night air with only a thin tunic and a skinning knife commonly used on fish, his wide eyes belied his fear. The third and last was an elven female, the leader of these two, her weapons and armor the best amongst the trio and she sat quietly and confidently on her heels as she scanned the dark beach before them, the three of them hidden by a sand dune.
"Are you sure about this?" the youngest asked, his voice nervous. "I mean, the creature hasn't even hurt anyone, only taking some fish. This is its ocean you know," he finishes lamely.
With a snort she reaches over and thumps him on his head. "Think! This creature has been seen along this coast for three moons now," she points upward where the full orb of the moon was visible, "and this is the best time to catch sight of it if the villagers are correct. Besides, the village is paying good hard coin and that's why I hired you to take us out here! Are you saying you don't want to be part of this any longer?" She stared hard at the young guide she had hired from the village. "You approached me first, remember!"
Dejectedly the boy shook his head, "I hasn't hurt anybody," he mumbles before turning back over in the sand to watch the coastline again. Behind him the woman shook her head in annoyance before returning to watch duty as well.
After half an hour the boy began squirming a bit, and then a bit more, before she turned on him, "What is your problem?" he stills for a moment before squirming again and quickly gets to his feet, "I've got to make water," he says quietly in an embarrassed voice." The two sellswords laugh quietly as he quickly makes his way off into the dunes for privacy. "Damn thing is gonna get the boy if he doesn't watch it," the grizzled man says with vile humor.
Several minutes pass before the two begin to wonder just where the boy had gotten off to when the man suddenly taps the lady elf on the shoulder and points, "Near the rocks on top of that dune over there ... lords above, that's a big bastard!" he exclaims quietly before looking to the woman to see if she spotted it as well. "That's a damn sight bigger than we were led to believe. You sure about this?"
With a nod she watches the creature. "We can do it, we've got surprise on our side." Twisting around she looks back the direction the boy went and snorts, "He's probably shatting himself now, we don't need him." Turning back she watches the creature, an unholy union of man and shark, with a sharks body but with arms and legs and of a huge size. Standing easily ten feet, the gray and white creature makes its way down the steep dune, its tale obscuring its passage with wide sweeps. The moonlight reveals a massive maw filled with many sharp teeth and if there was any doubt that the creature was unholy, its red eyes seemed to gleam in the night
It continued down the dune and made its way towards the water, right past the dune that the two sellswords hid behind. The second it past the two sprang up silently and launched themselves at it, weapons leading the way. It must have somehow known that they were there though, as a tall flashed through the air and hammered into the grizzled veteran, the force of the blow launching the man ten feet through the air and into the surf.
As quick as an eye blink the creature had moved out of the range of the womans swords and as she landed and turned, she felt a heavy taloned hand grasp her by her shoulder and another by her head. She had only a moment to scream before her opponent casually tore her head from her shoulders, a look of anger and surprise stamped upon her face.
With the grizzly trophy in hand, it turned and walked into the surf where the man was trying to make his way back to dry land. He screamed loud and long before dying as the shark-thing savagely bit into him, crushing through armor, flesh and bone easily and shaking the man like a rag doll before dropping him to the beach, as well as the head he had been holding onto.
Gills expanding and contracting the wereshark began to convulse, the snapping of bones and cartilage moving drowning out the sound of the surf and the creature began to shrink and become more manlike in appearance as it clawed at the sand about it until he finally stilled, heavy breathing and gasping joining the sound of the surf.
It was the boy, the guide, that finally stood upon the beach, his body naked and wet with sweat and the ocean water. Spitting into the sand the boy wiped his mouth, a bright crimson smear crossing his face and forearm. "I tried to tell you. I tried to warn you!" the boy spat at the two bodies as if they could hear him. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone!" picking up the head of the woman by her long hair he pitched it into the ocean, its fright filled face landing in the water.
With a look of hatred in the direction of the village that had hired these killers to slay him he spat a curse.
There would be a reckoning ...
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There were three of them in total. One male was grizzled and battled hardened, a veteran and his weapons were well cared for, his armor dented and scratched but serviceable. The younger male, little more than a boy really, shivered in the night air with only a thin tunic and a skinning knife commonly used on fish, his wide eyes belied his fear. The third and last was an elven female, the leader of these two, her weapons and armor the best amongst the trio and she sat quietly and confidently on her heels as she scanned the dark beach before them, the three of them hidden by a sand dune.
"Are you sure about this?" the youngest asked, his voice nervous. "I mean, the creature hasn't even hurt anyone, only taking some fish. This is its ocean you know," he finishes lamely.
With a snort she reaches over and thumps him on his head. "Think! This creature has been seen along this coast for three moons now," she points upward where the full orb of the moon was visible, "and this is the best time to catch sight of it if the villagers are correct. Besides, the village is paying good hard coin and that's why I hired you to take us out here! Are you saying you don't want to be part of this any longer?" She stared hard at the young guide she had hired from the village. "You approached me first, remember!"
Dejectedly the boy shook his head, "I hasn't hurt anybody," he mumbles before turning back over in the sand to watch the coastline again. Behind him the woman shook her head in annoyance before returning to watch duty as well.
After half an hour the boy began squirming a bit, and then a bit more, before she turned on him, "What is your problem?" he stills for a moment before squirming again and quickly gets to his feet, "I've got to make water," he says quietly in an embarrassed voice." The two sellswords laugh quietly as he quickly makes his way off into the dunes for privacy. "Damn thing is gonna get the boy if he doesn't watch it," the grizzled man says with vile humor.
Several minutes pass before the two begin to wonder just where the boy had gotten off to when the man suddenly taps the lady elf on the shoulder and points, "Near the rocks on top of that dune over there ... lords above, that's a big bastard!" he exclaims quietly before looking to the woman to see if she spotted it as well. "That's a damn sight bigger than we were led to believe. You sure about this?"
With a nod she watches the creature. "We can do it, we've got surprise on our side." Twisting around she looks back the direction the boy went and snorts, "He's probably shatting himself now, we don't need him." Turning back she watches the creature, an unholy union of man and shark, with a sharks body but with arms and legs and of a huge size. Standing easily ten feet, the gray and white creature makes its way down the steep dune, its tale obscuring its passage with wide sweeps. The moonlight reveals a massive maw filled with many sharp teeth and if there was any doubt that the creature was unholy, its red eyes seemed to gleam in the night
It continued down the dune and made its way towards the water, right past the dune that the two sellswords hid behind. The second it past the two sprang up silently and launched themselves at it, weapons leading the way. It must have somehow known that they were there though, as a tall flashed through the air and hammered into the grizzled veteran, the force of the blow launching the man ten feet through the air and into the surf.
As quick as an eye blink the creature had moved out of the range of the womans swords and as she landed and turned, she felt a heavy taloned hand grasp her by her shoulder and another by her head. She had only a moment to scream before her opponent casually tore her head from her shoulders, a look of anger and surprise stamped upon her face.
With the grizzly trophy in hand, it turned and walked into the surf where the man was trying to make his way back to dry land. He screamed loud and long before dying as the shark-thing savagely bit into him, crushing through armor, flesh and bone easily and shaking the man like a rag doll before dropping him to the beach, as well as the head he had been holding onto.
Gills expanding and contracting the wereshark began to convulse, the snapping of bones and cartilage moving drowning out the sound of the surf and the creature began to shrink and become more manlike in appearance as it clawed at the sand about it until he finally stilled, heavy breathing and gasping joining the sound of the surf.
It was the boy, the guide, that finally stood upon the beach, his body naked and wet with sweat and the ocean water. Spitting into the sand the boy wiped his mouth, a bright crimson smear crossing his face and forearm. "I tried to tell you. I tried to warn you!" the boy spat at the two bodies as if they could hear him. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone!" picking up the head of the woman by her long hair he pitched it into the ocean, its fright filled face landing in the water.
With a look of hatred in the direction of the village that had hired these killers to slay him he spat a curse.
There would be a reckoning ...
