Thread: Run and Hide Again (A MGE story ft. Razgriz and Umbrale)

As his consciousness slowly began to fade from him, Jackson would be aware of one last--rather important--event that went underway. Slowly, the wolves parted for the Alpha, and she approached him. A smug, if angry, look was on her face, and she was absently rubbing her jawline with one of her paws. Hrn...You will pay for all the pain you've caused us. A strong male like you.... you'll give us many, many pups! Our pack will........, she suddenly trailed off, and turned her head to the forest all of the wolves ears suddenly peaking upwards. Many of them--especially the smaller ones-- began to shift nervously,almost looking frightened. A calm, ice-cold voice drifted into the clearing, loud enough to be heard even by Jackson but not holding even an ounce of emotion. Mongrels. Filthy. You encroach on my territory, and attack a male within it, no-less. You will die, where you stand. The voice stated, before a breeze passed through the clearing. A flash--a simple blur of green--and two of the back werewolves fell to the ground, throats slit from ear-to-ear. Another flash, and several loud yelps one of the bulkier werewolves clutched a bleeding stump in place of an arm. Another quick blur of a movement, and a figure stood between Jackson, and the Alpha. The being stood just under six feet in height, and wore a chitin-like armor of peerless green from the crotch--barely covering her extremities--up, as well as from the kneed-down. Her arms--minus a pair of extended green razors, and gauntlet-like pieces-- coupled with the patch of her legs, and a bit of her face, revealed smooth, milky-white skin. On her head sat two gem-like studs of a deep Yellow, coupled with two long antennae. Auburn hair cascaded shortly to her shoulders amidst it all while silver eyes peered out to greet those of the Alpha's cold gold. It seemed that Jackson had an unlikely savior an Assassin of the Forest, a Mantis. Not a word was passed, before the two moved at one another. It was truly a beautiful sight especially for a warrior that could value prowess. The Alpha fought with a passion, a berserker-like fury that showed itself in a flurry of fur and strikes. She was a twister of chaos claws slashing, biting, seeking to rip and tear. Outclassing her the entire time was the Mantis. She didn't fight, it seemed. Rather, she danced with death. Pirouetting and flowing. Strafing and sliding. Slicing and dicing. Death by a thousand cuts never sang a truer song, as the Mantis knicked and knacked, all the while avoiding the Alphas every move. As the canine slowed, the insect picked up speed, and the first slip of the Alpha marked her end. As the Alpha swung down on a savage chop of one paw--capable of cleaving the mantis in half, if she was hit--the insect swept up, to the outside dismembering the beast right at the shoulder blade. A short pirouette around the Alpha's back, and the other arm was gone. One final spin, and a short dash the Alpha's lifeless head tumbled to the ground in front of her pack. The body promptly followed. It was but mere moments before the pack broke ranks, and fled running at full tilt any-way that would take them out of the area. The Mantis seemed to give no reason to follow, and instead, turned to Jackson. Slowly,she crouched in front of him, and turned her gaze to his own. You. You're going to cause me a lot of annoyance, if I allow you to simply die here. A pity, she murmured, before grabbing his quickly-unconscious form. Throwing him over one shoulder,she promptly headed out. Eventually, he would be awoken by a repetitive prodding at his lips, of a small, spherical object. When he looked around, he would find himself in a bed, within a tree. Yep. Inside of a hollowed tree of the grand, majestic trees that could be found deep within forests. Larger than any Sequioa, this monstrosity had a house carved into it and he lay on a bed inside of one. Next to him sat the Mantis, prodding grapes at his lips endlessly a rather bored look on her face.