somewhat story thingy
This is a small story I made. Not much to it, though I may add on to it at a later date.
Prologue
The night air was crisp. A swift wind blew, so cold that it chilled you to the bone. Winter had sunk its claws into the land, and nothing but snow could be seen glistening off the ground and trees by the luminous moon. Other than the breeze nothing in the forest stirred. Looking around, the setting seemed pristine, almost perfect in a sense. At least, until the shouting started. A figure, bipedal, no more than five feet tall was rushing through the area. With such little clothing on, it wasn't hard to see the trail of blood left in its wake. Not far behind was a group of men, following the creature, and was quickly gaining ground. These men, brandishing guns and crossbows, were following a pack of dogs, though it wasn't difficult spotting the figure now.
As the pursuers approached the person, it became easier to see who, or what, it was. The scales along the back of the creature were plain to see, and quite silvery in contrast of the pure white snow. Two horns were visible on the back of the head, and a tail as well. Its silver perfection was only broken upon its legs, where gashes were visible and still bleeding. Oddly, while it didn't seem like the creature was wearing anything, it carried something wrapped in cloth. Slowly, steadily, the scaled creature was faltering in its pace, and the pursuers will soon be upon it. Through the thicket and around the trees, the beast ducked and weaved as best as it could in an attempt to lose its pursuers. Alas, it was all for naught. In the end a single trip ruined the possibility of escape.
The mob grabbed and held it roughly against a tree. As the creature struggled to escape, a man, around six foot, walked towards it, bearing a lantern and a knife. The other men in the group looked at him, waiting for orders on what to do with it next.
"So," started the man, "We've finally caught ya, you thieving varmint." The creature looked at him, clearly annoyed, though fear still shown through. The man gave the creature a look once over and chuckled to himself. "Now, missy, why don't you hand over what you're carrying?" The man waited for a moment, as the others wondered what he was doing.
"Oh, you don't have the guts to take it from me?" replied the creature, startling those who were holding onto her. The leader looked at the scaled female for a moment, then threw back his head and laughed. Startled and confused by the sudden outburst, she could do nothing but wait until he was finished
"You think I'm some sort of moron, beast?" said the man sardonically after he stopped cackling. "You draks are all the same, trying to lure me in on the cost of my pride. But I still love the fact that your kind still has the bravery to try and trick me." After a moment of silence from both sides, the man said, "Alright boys, hold her down, and would someone please make sure to hold the tail this time? I'd rather not be impaled today."
In a matter of seconds, this creature-drak-was held firmly in the snow, with every limb held in place. No matter how hard she struggled, these men would not budge an inch. The man staring down at her seemed to have all the confidence in the world. He leaned down and scooped the bundle of cloths from atop her. As soon as he pick it up, all but three held her in place, being somewhat generate and picking her up from the frozen ground.
With a smug grin on his face, the man slowly unwrapped the cloth, while the female gave him looks of daggers. Soon after unravelling the cloth though, the smug grin faded, staring at the object in which it held. Quickly the leader unwrapped the rest of it, searching through like it had something more to hold. Looking back at her, he was met with a sly grin.
"What's the matter?" she questioned, "Something amiss?" from those words the man grew red in the face. So red in fact, he looked similar to that of a tomato. The man threw the object at the creature's feet, and it hit the snow with a dull thud. Stuck in the ground was nothing more than rusty blade, which lost its shine many years ago.
"YOU! WHERE DID YOU HIDE IT?" Shouted the man, his temper lost. For a brief moment a look of fear came across the captured female, until the man regained his previous temperament. Slowly, quietly, he walked around the held creature. "Now now, we've been watching you for quite a while now. We know that you've recently given birth, and we know where they are."
"I thought you just asked me where it is," the drak replied smugly. "Change your mind already?" Afterward she started laughing uncontrollably, bringing a look of anger once again to the leader.
In an instant, the dagger in his hand was raised, and impaled on her shoulder. The previous laughs turned to screeches of pain. After a few seconds he pulled the blade out.
"Now, I'm going to ask you this once more," said the main in an eerily quiet voice, "Where is it?"
She was breathing heavily, blood falling from her right shoulder. "Y-you'll never find it." She replied. "I've hidden it away..."
In moments of silence the leader stared at her, as if trying to see if she had anywhere to hide it on her. "You've lost," the drak replied, still somewhat gasping for air. "I didn't expect to make it out...th-though it was still worth a shot. My kin are long gone...and you won't be finding them until it's too late..." Once more her response was greeted by silence.
"Take her back," was all the man said, and instantly she was shouting and kicking, screaming in pain. Pulled and dragged through snow, the pure white now tinted red.