Wandering Wolf on the Eternal Plains Part 5

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It brings famine, plague and destruction. Lives are taken, families are broken apart. Bonds of friendship are broken by it and all-consuming hate fuels it. We call it War.

Fire from the sky showers the village, engulfing the once peaceful village of Vadda into an inferno. Screaming and shouting is heard from every direction and the clashing of steel sounds in the distance.

A Khurite man charges through the door of the Shaman's hut, wielding a curved steel sword with a bone-carved handle.

"Quickly Shaman! the Risar are here! You must escape quickly!" The man says in a panicked tone.

The old Shaman closes her eyes and sighs.

"This is Tengger's will. Take your family and leave this place" She says in her withering voice.

He sighs and leaves the tent abruptly.

The Shaman sits up and beckons the two wolves sitting next to the fire.

"It is time" She says, while reaching for her staff.

Upon walking out of the hut, the Shaman and the two wolves are surrounded by burning buildings, sitting upon a bloodied earth with corpses of humans and dead animals everywhere. An army of Risar warriors stand triumphant in the main square with some female human survivors now taken as slaves. A mountain of weapons, coins, furs, food and jewellery is piled next to them.

A loud horn is sounded and the Risar begin to chant, clanging their weapons onto their shields or their chests.

Through the gates came a giant Risar, decorated in bones and black iron armour. He rode atop a giant Bull Molva and wielded a great Demon Glaive. His skin was darker than the other Risar and was etched with mystical symbols and scars. His hair was long and braided, adorned by tiny skulls and gold rings.

Arriving at the main square, where the main Risar army was, he roared, pointing at the sky with his Demon Glaive and yelled in a thunderous voice. His army than roared and celebrated his arrival with more shouting and clanging of metal upon their shields and chests.

The old Shaman and the 2 wolves stood by the hut, watching from the distance, as the world around them burnt to cinders.

A great wind swept through the air, directing it self at the Risar Chieftain and then to the Shaman. The Risar Chieftain dismounted from his Bull Molva and walked towards the Shaman, accompanied by his legion of Risar troops.

"Old human, how dare you stand before me? I have destroyed your home, taken your people as slaves and pilfered all that you have. You should be on your knees, begging for my mercy". The Risar Chieftain yelled in furious anger.

"You have... and all that you have done will be repaid back to you one day, mighty Chieftain of the Risar." She barked back.

The Risar Chieftain growled angrily... then lifted his Demon Glaive.

He launches a great swipe at the Shaman, cleaving her in half. Fang pounces onto the Risar Chieftain's chest, launching him into the floor. He bites at the Chieftain's face, tearing out chunks of flesh.

Suddenly, Fang yelps in pain. One of the Chieftain's soldiers stabs fang in the ribs with his spear, another stabs Fang in the neck. The Risar Chieftain roars in pain and anger, lifting fang into the air and slamming him into the ground.

With blood pouring down his face and in extreme pain, the chieftain retreats with his army, who slowly back away from Fang.

Barely conscious and reeling in pain... Fang tries to get up, but collapses again, yelping in pain.

The pup cries in desperation, but Fang growls at him to keep quiet.

Time passes... as the village burns into the evening, Fang continues to battle death. His eyes grow weary, his body becomes cold. The pup snuggles up to Fang and together they wait for death...

END of Part 5