"The Coming Storm"
The gentle pitter patter of rain could be heard against the canopy of green overhead. So thick was the layers of green that barely a drop filtered through to land with a plop on the decaying layer of leafs covering the ground. Distant rumbling could be heard as the thunder rolled closer to the forest. One could just tell it was going to be a hard night, and trees would fall from the onslaught of the coming storm. No one should be out on a night like this. No one should brave such a storm. And most all where safely tucked away in their warm homes before a warmly crackling fire, drinking cups of hot cocoa and telling ghost stories as they awaited the storms wrath to pass and the glorious moon to shine again like a luminous night light that the gods placed out to guide and protect their children's dreams.....
But one girl was indeed out. Pacing through the forest oblivious to the coming storm and the scattered drops of water that happened to seep through the canopy above and make it as far as hitting her. The decaying floor beneath her bare feet rustled with startled snakes and insects as she passed through. A winding course was that path, twisting and turning until all hope of finding the way back was lost to anyone who didn't know the forest, or anyone not paying attention. The second was she, but she wasn't worried. She lived out doors since she got to the mountain so many years ago. And being a creature of prey she learned quickly the ways of the land, including the forests.
She especially knew this forest. The path home ran it's winding course through it so she was through it three to six times a day. On this particular day her mind was lost in thoughts of packing. For what? Well, to go on a trip of course. She needed knew supplies, charcoal, Berries and flowers for paint, and herbs. Not many of the things she needed where in and around here, and the ones that where...well they where tainted and twisted. So she would be off before sunrise and back in a week or mores time. None would miss her, since they all were so busy with their lives and all. Not that she minded, but it did leave a lot of time to be lonely.
The air grew steadily cooler, she was getting closer to home now. So slowly she turned her mind back to the path she was following stretching and yawning a bit before looking around. How was she to know there was something, someone, behind her? How was she to know it's been there since the time just after she entered the forest? How was she to know it was waiting for just such a moment? When she caught it's motion out of the corner of her eye and gasped, obviously startled by the movement. How was she to know? And as she started to turn, to see what it was it surged forward like a nightmare. Huge, black, cold, and so viscous. Before she knew what hit her she was on the ground, her scream locked back by the lack of air. Such a hard knock, but still she fought. It was all over with one strike, or was it two? To either side of her head, right at the temples, twin rocks smashed home plummeting her to the comforting darkness.....
She didn't know how long she was out, hours, days, weeks? All she knew was she was alone when she woke up and her head hurt horribly. It couldn't have been too long for when she reached to her temples they where still sticky with not quite dry blood. Lids fluttered slowly to reveal her in a room lit by a crackling fire. It was such a nice room. With a huge canopy bed she was laid upon, and rugs strewn over the marble floor. It was a rich room and that truly scared her. What scared her more was the fact her clothing was gone and in it's place was large silk shirt, they type a very large man would wear....
A door somewhere behind and to the left open and out stepped a large man... A man she knew. A mane that made her blood run cold with fear. Ohhh gods it was him. The silent man who stalked her so many times before. So many times she knew he stalked, and he waited. Teasing and toying with her, waiting for the time she didn't smell or hear him. The storm was the perfect chance, with the air so charged with lightning and the distant roll of thunder masking his step.
She had been distracted so he followed, thinking of all he would do to her before he finally finished with his toy. But she, she was unlike any other. So small and delicate. She looked like a doll the gods themselves made just for him. He watched her timid steps that didn't quite touch the ground completely. He watched the fluff of a tail twitch with each step, holding the tunic up on one side and making her look unkempt. He watched the sway of her little hips beneath the baggy pants. He watched the pants cling slightly to her rear, showing her lack of under clothing. He watched the swiveling flicks her ears gave when drops of water hit them. He watched the tendrils of her hair dance across her back like a snowy waterfall, and he wanted her.
He followed her from the time he spotted her entering the forest until the time she turned. Ohhh and it was a picture perfect moment. The girl saw him and he pounced in that instant, knocking the breath from her before he knocked her unconscious. Giving her those few moments to know she had no chance. And then he lifted her limp body and strolled off through the stormy night with his prize. What a prize it was, even through the baggy clothes she wore. He could feel her warmth, her curves and he almost satisfied his hunger here and now...But no he couldn't, just a little longer. His step quickened to the point he was running through the forest, faster and faster down his own path, the one he made for his self and gods help anyone that got in his way.
Soon he was home, the sprawling Keep laid out before him invitingly. He didn't want to be stopped by petty servant's problems so he snuck around and scaled the wall and slipped into his room. A place off limits by all of his house. The place he took all his toys. But none where like this one, that's why he pursued her since he spotted her in that tavern. He had grown bored off all the others...too worldly, too shapely, they thought they where the best, too innocently perfect. This one was perfect. Terrified of most, yet she held an air of innocence, Small, delicate, humble, timid, and best of all she was doll sized...well to him. He had a living doll that couldn't have weighed over 80lbs...and that was stretching it.
His hunger demanded at least a snack so he laid the girl on his bed and carefully tore her clothes from her and tossed them into the hearth. No, she'd not be wearing them again, if she survived his "playing". His hand was huge against her own and as her ran the palm over her body her marveled at how soft she was, and once more how small. He didn't want to kill her the first night, but would she be strong enough? Letting her go wasn't an option, he wanted her too badly. After his hand petted over her velvet skin he leaned over and smelled her. The mere scent almost broke his control, there was the coppery scent of blood, and the sickly sweet smell of decaying forest, then the smell of fresh rain water and the faint smell of meadow. Lastly was her scent. It was a cross between rabbit, human, and something else. Something he never smelled before. It was this smell that drew him to her now...drew his teeth along her neck and a groan from his mouth before he shook himself and moved away.
A shower, he needed a shower. By the time he finished she should be awake. So he pulled out a pair of pajamas from a draw and moved towards the bathroom. An idea hit him and he moved to the girl, tugging the silken top over her form before carrying the bottoms to the bathroom and shutting the door. Her scent lingered with him all through the shower, taunting and teasing through his mind. Time and again he almost gave in, but he knew if he did it wouldn't be as pleasurable for him then it would be seeing her pain, hearing her cry, watching her terrified attempts of fleeing....No it wouldn't be the same.....