Thread: Dragon In The Dark (SevenRose & Ren Olvry)

As the long whistle ended in the night, she saw the creature's ears raise forward and head raise, just as the stag in her head reacted. It didn't seem startled, she thought, but instead, seemed to almost think about it. The slits, hard to see from a distance, but enough her imagination swore she saw it, glanced from side to side, searching for something. She, in return, did the same thing, but found their eyes make contact again. Lowering it's head, like a predator or large cat, she thought, the teal eyes focused more wearily on her, then, vanished. Back into the bushes the lights of the creature went, like it had never been there. Rose stayed still, expecting the worst. Her imagination raced as she thought of how creatures could leap over the wall and attack before she could sound the warning, of how it could breathe fire at her location, or suddenly appear as a dozen monsters, swarming and screaming. None of that happened, however, and the night went back to silence, except her breath, heart and singing of the wind. The day, Rose slept badly. She kept imagining those teal eyes, her dreams making up shapes of what body shape the night hid. She had seen things, she told herself when she woke up in her bed sweating in the cold after nightmares, she was sure. I need to eat more, she sighed, her stomach hungry on rations. Just hunger messing with her head, she thought. Still, all of those thoughts could hardly convince her that it wasn't real. Wrapping her muscled figure in leather and fur, checking her bowstring before slinging it over her shoulder, she grabbed a hot tea and headed out on her Night Watch. Tonight, she hummed as she walked the distance, checking in on the East End with the male warrior who was her East neighbor. Good morning, Erik! she called out cheerfully as she approached him on the edge of their patrol territory. The dark haired man smiled broadly in return. Good evening to you too, Rose, Erik was fond of her. He looked her up and down carefully as he always did, worried. Here, I brought you these, from my trip In. He reached to her with a cloth bound parcel. Taking it with a raised eyebrow, Rose opened the pack of warm, fresh bread loaves. Erik, you didn't need to- Hey, don't worry about it. I know they have you working a double rotation this month. If you ever need anything.... I know, she smiled, holding the package to her chest. It was kind of him. So, anything interesting? he asked. Rose thought of the teal eyes and the noises in the dark. No, she looked out over the wall though as she said it. Just the stars and the wall. That's a good thing, Erik punched her shoulder lightly, trying to cheer her up. See you soon? Yeah, Rose nodded. and, thank you. Erik waved and Rose began feeling better as she walked back towards her post, humming and only occassionally giving an effort to look over the wall. I was being silly, she thought, smiling to herself. She felt that, until one of her glances out landed her right on teal shining eyes again, eyes already fixed on her long before she saw them. Her hand tightened around her bow frame again, ready to draw and arrow again, but a sound stopped her. Her whistled, repeated at a higher frequency, whistled out at her. A sharp blast, exactly three seconds, of the same note. Before, her heart had raced, but now it felt like it stopped. Rose's lips parted slightly in surprise, the teal eyes more intense than ever looking back at her. What the hell, she muttered in a quick breath. She remembered to move, and drew the arrow, putting it against the bowstring, but never drew it, keeping it low. With soft steps, her muscles coiled like a spring, she stepped closer to the edge of the wall, her eyes narrowed to attempt to see. Fear raced in her mind shoot it! Shoot it now! Erik would have shot it, so would the other warriors on the line. Instead, Rose did something else. She whistled back, a two tone whistle. Is it trying to copy me?