Hunt - Greftyle 1

Tessol was was almost completely burnt. Trees stood blackened and covered in soot although the explosion was almost three years ago. Huge mounds of dried lava sat frozen in time, still in the shape of rolling, hot magma. The four inches of rain that had fallen since the explosion had created small pools of stagnant water, creating a perfect place for mosquitoes to lay their hundreds of eggs, each one able to to carry the disease that had wiped out the last humans in Tessol.

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The smell of the horse in front of him was intoxicating but what he was really after was the rider. He could almost taste them now that he was so close. The women on top looked as if she had just gotten out of bed. She had caused him so much trouble he didn't care how she died as long as she did. She had crept into his territory three hours ago and he had chased her all the way of of his burnt Forrest into the huge crispy expanse that used to be Tessol. He was tired, but werewolves don't give up and never get enough meat. Running just made him hungrier. He bounded as far as he could.


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Queen Atta had snuggled herself in the mountain, but had thought she heard one on the shadows chasing her. She had no choice but to flee to Greftyle. After she had gotten to Greftyle she found nothing but miles of bunt trees and dirt. She had entered the forest and heard somthing else behind her. It was not a shadow, and she had no idea what was chasing her, but it looked like some sort of dog mixed with a man. A werewolf. When she first saw it, it had looked a lot smaller, but then after she had stood her ground, it stood on two legs and let out a howl that sounded like a wolf with a large pineapple down its throat. That's when she knew she had only one option, and that was running.


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The sun peeked over the mountains that covered Tessol. He knew that if the sun came up before he could hide, he would be as crispy as the landscape that stretched in front of him. He had no choice but to leave his prey and return to the forest behind him. He crept into the forest and glanced behind himself. The women was still riding. And she would be riding for another thirty-four miles before she would find anymore humans.