Lorand ran, breathing heavily. As he ran he passed dark wood trees in a forest lit only by a partially cloud-covered moon. Six wolves chased him from behind. These wolves were grey, and abnormally large. Previously, Lorand noticed that these wolves had luminescent, red eyes. I know who summoned those dastardly beasts, Lorand thought, only Lodo could do this. And my king must surely despise me for pitting his greatest shaman against me. I will die tonight. Lorand looked behind him as he ran. Through the trees, he could see the eyes of the wolves as specks of red. He could also hear their panting. He picked up his pace to nearly a sprint, and felt the handle of his short sword at this belt. Perhaps I will take some of Lodo’s pets with me, Lorand thought, before I taste my own blood. His lungs and legs burned, and he noticed a clearing in the forest ahead of him. That is where I will take my death, I cannot outrun them much longer Lorand thought. Lorand noticed that the clearing was oval shaped, making a cut in the dense forest. He also noticed a figure standing in its center. He reached the clearing, and realized it to be Lodo. He stopped running.
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“Do not fear them,” Lodo said, “they will not bite until I wish them to.” Lodo was tall, and his body was bare except for a gray, fur loin cloth. He wore a headpiece made from a wolf’s head, with fur that stretched down to his shoulders. The wolves caught up to Lorand, and made a large circle around him. They growled and saliva dripped from their mouths.
Lorand wailed and removed his sword from its scabbard. The wolves engulfed him from their circle. He stabbed one wolf through its flank, and it fell to the ground. He felt a pain sear through his calf as a chunk of flesh was bitten off and devoured by another of the wolves. He turned a lopped off its head.
Lodo doubled over and spit blood. “You resist my incantations. You are making this hard.” Lodo’s voice was omniscient, and deep.
“These beasts are a part of you aren’t they?” Lorand asked, tiring. A wolf jumped on his back and he fell to the ground. He cut the wolf’s throat with an upward slash from his spot on the ground.
“Goodbye,” Lodo said. The other wolves closed in, and Lorand’s world became black.