Fighting the Wooil – teaser The Three Stones of Destiny

The sequence is set to motion using these fram...

The sequence is set to motion using these frames (Human and Animal Locomotion, plate 700, Buffalo galloping). (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

A swirling mist drifted across the party as they moved slowly through the snow. Mirrortac squinted ahead, losing sight of them for a few moments as the mist thickened around them. His back ached under the load. There was something ominous about the mist and the sudden feeling of wariness that had crept into all their minds. In the next short moments, the hyfnuks abruptly dropped their loads and scattered, warning ‘Wooil! Wooil!’. They ducked for cover, raising their heads only a little to watch anxiously into the mist-covered ground ahead. Mirrortac was flung roughly into the snow as one of the hyfnuks fell in beside him.

The erfin did not have to wait long before seeing the cause of this reaction. It appeared at first like a small hill of snow moving towards them, but as it neared, he could see its four beady dots of eyes, which glanced furtively from side to side. The wooil thrust up its shaggy white head and sniffed the air. Puffs of mist blew out of its jaws that were armed with a dangerous set of slim pointed teeth. The creature mooed and grunted, stamping and heaving with hunger and impatience. When it saw the abandoned piles of weed it sauntered over to them and sniffed at them with interested grunts. They all watched from a safe distance, a wary head raised here and there as one or another gained courage. While they were clearly afraid, there was also another element in play – the racing blood and keen eyed mark of the hunter.

Muscles steeled as the wooil worried at the hyfnu, maddened by the scent of roznoghs. It pawed the weed with its heavy set front feet, tearing out pieces and tossing them in a litter around it. The wooil’s body was huge and white and furry like a bilk[1], sloping up above its thick neck in powerful shoulders then falling back into smaller yet still powerful hindquarters. It was too preoccupied with the hyfnu at this stage to notice the cautious approach of the hyfnuks who had surrounded it and were focused on a combined attack. Mirrortac shivered with awe.

Without warning they leapt up and charged the beast. Startled and stirred into a fury by the attack, the beast reared up on its hind legs, dwarfing the hyfnuks as it stretched up to its three erfin-lengths in height above them. The wooil’s deep snarling growl shook the air, mingling with the wild shouts of the hyfnuks who were charging at its belly and jumping on its back. They punched into it with their big fists, and tore into its short fur with able claws. This angered it even more, provoking it into a rage as it tried to shake off its attackers. It rested its beady glare onto one of the hyfnuks, and with a lethal swing of its powerful paw, clipped the top of the hyfnuk’s head as he tried to duck out of the way. Lumps of his fur sheared away, exposing raw pink skin. Shuth was behind the wooil when it kicked him squarely in the chest, winding him severely and throwing him into an untidy heap. Aghfa charged into the lower belly of the beast, putting his whole weight into the thrust. The wooil let out a sharp bellow of pain, falling in among the hyfnuks below it and lashing out at them with his paws. Large tufts of fur and flesh flew into the air. Aghfa slipped out from under the beast a moment before the huge belly came down, pinning one of the other hyfnuks. In a killing frenzy, the wooil sunk its teeth into the hyfnuk’s neck, and with one quick flick of its head, toar open his throat. Blood gushed out in a fountain. A hyfnuk leapt up behind the beast and started bashing his fists into its head. Other hyfnuks quickly joined in the melee, crowding over the wooil and beating at it until their knuckles started to bleed. The wooil tried to shake them off, snapping at them but without effect. Finally, it satisfied itself with gorging on the body of the dead hyfnuk. It disemboweled the corpse in front of them all, and buried its head deep into the warm innards. A distraught friend of the deceased tried to retrieve the body but the wooil back-handed him with a simple sweep of its front paw, instantly breaking his jaw.

[1] The six legged creature of the desert land of Petrosium.


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