Re: Elf Prince—A Degenerate's Second Chance-Chapter 51. Mountain Wolf King
51. Mountain Wolf King
Eryndor gazed down from the plateau to see what appeared to be a huge white fur ball from the distance, the speed at which it moved was frightening. It cleared huge distances in seconds, it was like putting on the fast forward button on a moving projectile.
Eryndor watched the projectile climb up the mountain he had spent painstakingly hours to climb in a matter of seconds. Still dazed by the sight Eryndor failed to hide himself from the approaching blur, his legs were paralyzed not by fear but by surprise.
By the time his senses came back to him he only had seconds to withdraw to a nearby boulder before the blur launched into the air and crashed peripheral of the plateau sending heaps of snow flying and knocking Eryndor down just as he reached the base of the boulder. Eryndor’s descent was cushioned by the bed of snow that buried him.
Consumed in a blanket of white and cold Eryndor laid still, his muscles going into an unusual state of rest as his eyes looked straight where he could see the shades of a huge beast drawn on the floor. The size of it caused him to almost gasp.
A low growl permeated the air and spoke volumes to the situation he was in, he watched something step over the shadow and dig into the snow covered ground. It was a huge paw covered in mounds of thick white fur that had a silver shine to it, each strand of air swayed gently in the wind. What shocked Eryndor was not the fur itself but the size of it, it was much bigger than a humans torso, up the paw to the for limbs were stripes of ash. The fur was much brighter and ould easily be mistaken for snow.
As the beast started to approach the middle of the plateau it sniffed the air repeatedly causing Eryndor’s heart to skip a beat. The fear that he would be found out crippled him, all the confidence he had to beat this particular beast was non existent.
The beast looked as big as a tractor, it was covered in thick white fur that looked like a winter coat, it had a long tail that gently swayed behind the beast sending a message or a warning. Eryndor could not help but feel that he was the one being warned. The beast looked like a maxed out version of the white fur mountain wolves he had encountered a lot in the icy mountain region. Its fur looked much cleaner and smoother, it had evident ash stripes on its back and limbs as well as it’s face which was a work of art. White with black stripes around it’s nose, eyes, mouth and ear regions. In it’s head were two silver rubies that acted as eyes.
Eryndor shrunk at the sight of the massive beast, he knew for sure that there was no mistaking it— this was the mountain wolf king. The apex predator in the region and also an awakened beast. Eryndor had expected an awakened beast to be powerful but this was a bit of an over exaggeration, it was simply too big, too damn fast and technically to dameln ferocious to kill all by his lonesome. This was a foolish act of suicide.
"Did that old geezer send me here to die?" Eryndor thought to himself. "If he wanted to get rid of me he could have killed me with honour."
He swore to get back at the old elf the moment he was a safe distance from the mighty awakened beast— that is if the opportunity to make a clean getaway ever prevented itself.
A low pained howl drew Eryndor’s attention to the mountain wolf king’s maw where he saw strangled and bleeding— a white fur mountain wolf. The sight was very disturbing to Eryndor. He at least thought that wolves worked together in a pack, or at least that was what thw documentaries always said. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
The mountain wolf king opened its maw and let the white fur mountain wolf drop to the ground. A small explosion of snow followed on impact and the wolf howled in what sounded like a moan. It raised its bloody disfigured head in Eryndor’s presence causing him to flinch.
Had the wolf seen him? Would it sell him out on its dying breath?
A lot of these thoughts invaded his mind causing his head to become heavy. It was then he realised that he had been holding his breath everywhere since he saw the mountain wolf king so he allowed himself to breath again. He opened up his mouths and took in a light breath but his lungs betrayed him and sucked in more than intended, luckily the snow bed beneath him seemed to drown the sound— he hoped.
The wolf did not seem to notice him, it stared at the vast expanse of icy mountain and started to howl in a sad tone. Eryndor watched in horror as the mountain wolf king shot forward with an insane speed and chomped down on the white fur mountain wolf’s delivering a loud crunching sound. A pained cry escaped the wolf’s mouth, it was the first time Eryndor ever felt pity for the poor beast. Another part of him felt grateful, if he had not seen this sight he would have thought he could put up a foolish effort of a good fight.
The mountain wolf king was not done as it raised the lesser wolf in the air and shook it violently till it’s hind limb came off. The world of white was painted with a splash of red as the white fur mountain wolf crashed on the ground in a pitiful descent and gave a pained howl that was almost out of breath. Eryndor gripped his chest and unsettling feeling creeping into him.
The mountain wolf king it seemed loved to toy with its food before devouring it, that sick mentality reminded him of why they were called beasts. Sick of this hideous display and carry for his life Eryndor started to crawl away gently, his grappling hook was not that far off, if he could reach it and climb down before the mountain wolf king was done then he would be good. He hoped.
He moved in slow succession not wanting to give away his position, his eyes watched in horror as the mountain wolf king ripped off all the limbs of the poor beast one by one, it but the meat off its limbs and went for the main body last— ripping off its skull in one clean but. Eryndor gulped down as he started to feel a cold shiver over his skin despite being under the influence of his body tempering art.
The mountain wolf king seemed to lose interest in the lesser beast as it gave it’s last pained cry. It raised its head and sniffed the air again, this caused Eryndor to pause. His brain went into a state of panic.
Should he have stayed put? What was the most logical course of action here? He was an inexperienced trainee, he had no idea what to do? What kind of master would send his student out into a place like this? He had almost died-- Eryndor pushed away every distracting thought from his mind and looked at the mountain wolf king in silence his breath low and almost unnoticeable.
The mighty awakened beast stayed there for a long time before turning it’s head, perhaps by some matter of inconvenience or ill fate it turned directly in Eryndor’s direction. Eryndor stayed grounded and prayed it was not what he thought. The beast’s bright blue eyes beamed as it gave a loud growl and licked the blood off its maw.
"Shit!" Eryndor whispered as he watched the beast pounce on him.
