G'ryn couldn't help but peer around sluggishly before remembering where he was, letting out a quiet whimper as the pain exploded up on the left side of his head again. Oh right, the 'civilized' people in metal armors and dyed clothes. He glanced down with his right eye, the left having sustained a bad wound near it that caused it to be swollen closed, his vision blacked out on one side. Fire. The heat was already unbearable, but the flames were quickly rising even more. Shifting and struggling, the chain that bound him to the woodpile underneath was tight, making him unable to move.
When he looked up, he was only met with several eyes of contempt. They were everywhere, the people in purple and black cloths. Must've been these land's soldiers. They came from the forests, must've taken out whoever his pack had on the outskirts to keep watch. It was sudden, without a word they came tearing through the brush. He heard them mere moments before, which saved himself from taking an arrow directly to the head, but it was too late to warn the pack. They were already upon them. There were too many. Now everyone is either scattered or like him…
The flames were beginning to lick the pads of his feet, singing the fur. Panic began to set in as he struggled to get free, but the ropes were tightly bound and didn't give. His mind was desperately racing for anything he could do- a loud commotion behind him distracted him slightly from his dire predicament. Without warning he abruptly lurched forward and fell into the fire that was before slowly roasting him, the chains haven suddenly been loosened.
Scrambling out to avoid being scorched any more than he already was, he looked about, seeing his scarce remaining brethren also recently freed from their holdings and beginning to rampage to the best of their ability on their respective unsuspecting guards, using their much bigger frames to rip their weapons away in the attack. Something he wouldn't be able to do nearly as easily. A blur darted past, a short dark green cowl fluttering past that was only illuminated by the fire that he fell in. He couldn't reorient himself, but the fast approaching and numerous footfalls on the grass and leaves behind him getting louder with each passing moment encouraged him to get up a little faster.
He jumped up and began to sprint with everything that he was worth into the forest, only sparing a glance to see his escaped brethren do the same after leveraging away a few weapons. There was a fog in his head that clouded everything else that was happening, a wave of nausea hitting him, searing pain flaring up from his scorched legs and limp arm, but he kept running even despite the new pangs of agony he experienced as he felt the impact of several arrows or bolts lodging themselves into his back. His adrenaline filled body kept going. He kept stumbling through the overgrowth, keeping his feet under him for fear of falling and not being able to get back up. All up until he couldn't hear his pursuers anymore, and the sun would just barely be peeking out from the horizon would his legs finally give out, and his consciousness fading quick from the overexertion as he blacked out.
(Author's Note: Hello! This story has been something I've sorta been wanting to do in my free time to keep me sane, so I hope you enjoy! I appreciate any comments or reviews that are left, and I'll try to respond with something if you ask a question the best I can later on. Anyhow, thanks for reading!)
