Myshuno! 2012 - piece 23
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dicreasy2Title: Run Irene, Run.
Prompt: Irene's flight. (Go Fish) (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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Rating: PG.
Spoiler rating: 10/10.
Summary: What happens to Irene after Esmond manges to leave the Smithy and the village.
Notes: It was a lot of fun to revisit this, and although I'd like to add more to it, I think that this is a good start for one of the next parts to the story, when I get back to it.
Word Count: 625.
Irene glanced nervously at the trees bordering the woodland path. The horse, a normally staid and solid beast Esmond had borrowed from the wheelwright, had been unusually skittish ever since they had entered the wood. That, coupled with her lingering nausea from the scene she had witnessed before leaving the village and dread as to what she would find when she reached her Aunt’s meant that she was more on edge than she would normally be. The horse stopped suddenly and Irene’s head snapped round as she thought she heard the sound of running in the trees to her left. It was probably deer; wolves had not been seen in these woods for years, but it did not sound the right weight for a deer. The thought did nothing to slow her pounding heart. The horse started shuffling about on the spot, whinnying softly and Irene’s heart pounded even harder, making her blood sing in her ears. She looked around wildly as branches snapped either side of the path, and gagged as a smell of rotten flesh filled her nostrils. She grabbed the reins tightly and dug her heels into the horse’s flanks eager to get out of that place. The horse reared slightly before putting its head down and setting off at a pace that left Irene hanging on for dear life. It seemed that given the impetus to move, the beast was now going as fast as it could.
Branches whipped past Irene’s face and twigs caught in her hair as the horse barrelled on through the woods, and all the while Irene caught glimpses of figures moving through the woods to either side, easily keeping pace with them. She was trying to get some control back of the horse, when a tall figure stepped out of the trees and onto the path. The horse skidded to a halt and reared violently, and Irene, choking on the stench coming off the figure, could do nothing to hold on. Her impact with the ground forced the breath out of her and she lay there stunned for a moment. She heard the sound of the horse whinny in fright again, before the sound of hoof beats retreating alerted her to the fact it had taken flight, leaving her alone with the strange figure.
The smell of decaying flesh grew ever stronger and a strange face with pointed features blocked out her view of the canopy above. It was all she could do to stop herself from vomiting, when the figure spoke. “What have we here? A human who tried so valiantly to run and gave us some sport in the process. Now we have you my lovely, the fun can really begin.” Irene’s mouth opened in a silent scream as the creature reached out to grab her hands and pull her upright.
Suddenly the air was rent by a real scream, a high pitched, inhuman screech and the creature dropped her on the ground. Irene shuffled backwards, away from him, as the creature stared at his hands, his keening wail growing louder as the skin on them turned black. The other creatures looked from their fellow to her in disbelief, and Irene scurried upright and plunged headlong into the woods to her left. She had seen them outpace a runaway horse, and so knew she had no hope of outrunning them on foot, but she had to run, to try. And if they did look to catch her again, then if she could perhaps touch their skin… She had no idea what had happened when the creature had manhandled her, but if it happened again, it might just give her a fighting chance. Head down, more determined than ever before in her life, Irene ran.
Prompt: Irene's flight. (Go Fish) (
lauriempress)Rating: PG.
Spoiler rating: 10/10.
Summary: What happens to Irene after Esmond manges to leave the Smithy and the village.
Notes: It was a lot of fun to revisit this, and although I'd like to add more to it, I think that this is a good start for one of the next parts to the story, when I get back to it.
Word Count: 625.
Irene glanced nervously at the trees bordering the woodland path. The horse, a normally staid and solid beast Esmond had borrowed from the wheelwright, had been unusually skittish ever since they had entered the wood. That, coupled with her lingering nausea from the scene she had witnessed before leaving the village and dread as to what she would find when she reached her Aunt’s meant that she was more on edge than she would normally be. The horse stopped suddenly and Irene’s head snapped round as she thought she heard the sound of running in the trees to her left. It was probably deer; wolves had not been seen in these woods for years, but it did not sound the right weight for a deer. The thought did nothing to slow her pounding heart. The horse started shuffling about on the spot, whinnying softly and Irene’s heart pounded even harder, making her blood sing in her ears. She looked around wildly as branches snapped either side of the path, and gagged as a smell of rotten flesh filled her nostrils. She grabbed the reins tightly and dug her heels into the horse’s flanks eager to get out of that place. The horse reared slightly before putting its head down and setting off at a pace that left Irene hanging on for dear life. It seemed that given the impetus to move, the beast was now going as fast as it could.
Branches whipped past Irene’s face and twigs caught in her hair as the horse barrelled on through the woods, and all the while Irene caught glimpses of figures moving through the woods to either side, easily keeping pace with them. She was trying to get some control back of the horse, when a tall figure stepped out of the trees and onto the path. The horse skidded to a halt and reared violently, and Irene, choking on the stench coming off the figure, could do nothing to hold on. Her impact with the ground forced the breath out of her and she lay there stunned for a moment. She heard the sound of the horse whinny in fright again, before the sound of hoof beats retreating alerted her to the fact it had taken flight, leaving her alone with the strange figure.
The smell of decaying flesh grew ever stronger and a strange face with pointed features blocked out her view of the canopy above. It was all she could do to stop herself from vomiting, when the figure spoke. “What have we here? A human who tried so valiantly to run and gave us some sport in the process. Now we have you my lovely, the fun can really begin.” Irene’s mouth opened in a silent scream as the creature reached out to grab her hands and pull her upright.
Suddenly the air was rent by a real scream, a high pitched, inhuman screech and the creature dropped her on the ground. Irene shuffled backwards, away from him, as the creature stared at his hands, his keening wail growing louder as the skin on them turned black. The other creatures looked from their fellow to her in disbelief, and Irene scurried upright and plunged headlong into the woods to her left. She had seen them outpace a runaway horse, and so knew she had no hope of outrunning them on foot, but she had to run, to try. And if they did look to catch her again, then if she could perhaps touch their skin… She had no idea what had happened when the creature had manhandled her, but if it happened again, it might just give her a fighting chance. Head down, more determined than ever before in her life, Irene ran.
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Date: 2012-12-30 12:59 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-12-30 09:12 pm (UTC)It felt like I was on the ride with her as the horse raced through the forest with whipping branches and twigs getting caught in her hair. So scary when they finally caught her and the twist with her touch harming them was great.
I'll say again, I hope you continue to write this story. It's fabulous!
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Date: 2013-01-03 11:19 pm (UTC)Thank you. I'm glad you like it and want me to continue. And that I made you feel her fear and the urgency in her flight.