WOLVES MIST - Chapter 2(.3)
Skye held the writing stick in his hand uncomfortably. It kept feeling like it was about to shoot out of his grip and his hand was already hurting from the strange new way he was forcing it to hold something. The Grandmaster had wasted little time in...
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 2(.2)
Skye, Snow and Chris sat down, looking out at the thin clouds skidding lazily across the sky. All three of them sat in silence, each of them wracking their brains as to what to say, finally Chris broke the impasse. "Thank you for waking me up." Snow...
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 2(.1)
Time stretched lazily by and Snow slowly got acquainted to his new body. He flexed his muscles one by one, starting at his paws and working his way up. Sometimes it took a while for his mind to make the connection and get the right muscle to flex. He...
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 2(.0)
Skye walked around his little room. Touching the walls, still in wonder that he could see, always before he would feel the shape of something and form it out of the blackness he knew. Now he could see what he was touching. The silver grey colour was a...
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 1(.4)
He followed the Wolven female through hallways, turning left and right seemingly at her whim. Finally they came to a great stone door. "Here we are, in you go" she said. Chris looked at the door, trying to spot a handle or the crack where it must...
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 1(.3)
Insistent shaking brought him awake, his eyes flew open and were greeted by the sight of Ukon. "Wake up you dolt!" Ukons harsh voice snarled. "Put these on and hurry up!" he snarled again tossing a bundle of cloth on the bed. "Now!" he ordered, seening...
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 1(.2)
The soldiers led the way into the night, Chris's horse being guided by the soldier still holding the reins. Chris shivered, not only from fear. The air was cold with the onset of winter and Chris had only in his haste put on his trousers. He snaked his...
WOLVES MIST - Chapter 1
The baying hounds were at his heels, his legs felt like lead, but fear lent him strength, his feet pounded the earth in a staccato rhythm, mud spattering his bare legs and flying like explosive debris in his wake, his breathing was harsh and his throat...