Dangerous Enemy
Continuation of Falling Shadow...
Why do I even bother anyways, no one is going to read this...
Thunder sounded loud and true, cracking like a whip as the downpour of cold, stinging rain ran through his coarse fur, dragging the tip of his bloody sword over the ground. They had taken his friend, they had stood in his way, they had to die for the mistake they made. He panted, his breath blooming in the cold air as the grass beneath his foot pads crunched. Looking ahead in a ditch between the hills, he growled. His red scaled friend was tied with his hands behind him, his maw gagged, legs tucked under him, and a blindfold over his eyes. His tail was lying to the side, bent awkwardly in a new angle. His anger flared up again, his eyes going to cold and hard, at the same time also coming alive and burning with hatred.
With each slow step, he got closer and closer to his friend and the one who had taken him. That religious beast with an arrogant head had taken the red scaled being for being a healer, with medicine and herbs. The feline couldn't have someone going against his master's wish of controlling people and making them believe that the only way to be healed was the 'magic' his priests preformed...for a cost. He was dressed in a woolen cloak, and black, tight-fitting leather and boots. All the items of the rich who think they need such things.
He stopped in front of the feline, who had a smug grin on his face. There wasn't a trace of cuts or blood on his clothing. He himself was losing blood, multiple cuts on his body, patches of fur missing, and his old wound that nearly cost him his life was splitting open again, a small opening as of now. He growled and bared his teeth at the beast before him.
The feline just snickered before howling in laughter, confident beyond believe in his own powers. He drew a longsword from his back and held it casually for a swordsman. Gripping his own blade tightly, he took off in a running start, the wind being sliced by the thin razor-edge, and brought his sword up.