Finn O'Connor
:: 65th Ymiden, 717
Oblivious to the soft fur of the redbear, Finn lay slumped over the wild beast like a sack of potatoes. For all the care Fridgar and Alistair had provided, there was still no telling if his mind would rise from the dark abyss and into the world of the living. While the Albion was distracted by Alistair, the strange, brass amulet dangling from his neck still eminated an alien scent. The contraption was an experiment of the alchemist in the group of poachers, designed to eminate a smell that would lure wildlife to it. Any self-respecting Lotharro would scoff at the invention, for it would render the need to track prey void. Fortunately for them, the alchemist had perished in the slaughter and his recipe had died with him.
Yet, the amulet had not ceased to work and it wasn't long before Fridgar would pick up on rustling sounds coming from between the trees. Some creature or another was tailing them, yet managed to avoid detection outside of the ocassional blur of motion. Whatever it was, it was fast and stealthy, though perhaps not quite concerning to Fridgar until the becomer would realize that none of the wildlife would be targeting him. The scent that drew these creatures close came from the small, limp pile that lay slung over the musculature of the redbear, and so their pursuer waited for the right moment to snatch its price from the redbear's back.
And yet, as they raced endlessly forward, their pursuer didn't strike. Once so often a shadow would flit past the edges of Fridgar's vision, frustrating the violent becomer, almost teasing it. It wasn't until they moved out of the treeline that the ferocious monster revealed itself, and it was far too fast for Fridgar to do anything about it.
In a flash of motion, the monster landed squarely on Finn's back and hooked its claws underneath the unconscious boy, searching for the source of the scent, expecting a delicious meal at the end of it.
But when Fridgar would look up to meet this lethal foe, he was instead met with the sight of a rather odd and small creature. The spurrsyte gave Fridgar a whimsical look before renewing its efforts to pry the amulet from its trapped position between Finn's chest and the redbear's back. Yet for all its excited little squels, the odd ball of fur wasn't entirely innocent, for its claws were sharp and raked over Finn's skin in an attempt to get to the amulet.
Yet, the amulet had not ceased to work and it wasn't long before Fridgar would pick up on rustling sounds coming from between the trees. Some creature or another was tailing them, yet managed to avoid detection outside of the ocassional blur of motion. Whatever it was, it was fast and stealthy, though perhaps not quite concerning to Fridgar until the becomer would realize that none of the wildlife would be targeting him. The scent that drew these creatures close came from the small, limp pile that lay slung over the musculature of the redbear, and so their pursuer waited for the right moment to snatch its price from the redbear's back.
And yet, as they raced endlessly forward, their pursuer didn't strike. Once so often a shadow would flit past the edges of Fridgar's vision, frustrating the violent becomer, almost teasing it. It wasn't until they moved out of the treeline that the ferocious monster revealed itself, and it was far too fast for Fridgar to do anything about it.
In a flash of motion, the monster landed squarely on Finn's back and hooked its claws underneath the unconscious boy, searching for the source of the scent, expecting a delicious meal at the end of it.
But when Fridgar would look up to meet this lethal foe, he was instead met with the sight of a rather odd and small creature. The spurrsyte gave Fridgar a whimsical look before renewing its efforts to pry the amulet from its trapped position between Finn's chest and the redbear's back. Yet for all its excited little squels, the odd ball of fur wasn't entirely innocent, for its claws were sharp and raked over Finn's skin in an attempt to get to the amulet.