Thread: The Wolf, the Forge, and Love Forbidden - Raivh & Abovetheroses

We've got her boys! Luca cried out, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear. He kicked his horse harder to press further on to where he saw the hounds circling the pitiful monster. A few of them were taking turns biting her, eager for a taste since they hadn't had a bite of anything in days, nay, almost weeks. He couldn't stop the chuckle that parted his lips. Oh this is going to be so much fun. His hand adjust the grip on his sword. Be careful brother. Marco was riding with the group, but no weapon did he have drawn. He seemed to be there as the voice of reason. She is still dangerous. Dangerous? Luca laughed harder. Like that? He gestured to where the beast stood, gnashing her teeth at the much smaller dogs who kept her at bay. She can barely handle hounds. And you think I should be scared of her? Really Marco... You and father are so lost to the old ways, fearing theses stupid creatures. Weak they are. Luca motioned to his followers. Come men. The chase has been fun. I want my trophy. He grinned and cleared his throat. Excuse me, trophies. Someone in the back of the group sounded the horn as the men started their final assault on the wolf trapped before them. There was little hope to stop the swords from crashing down. IN her room Alice was quick to strip away her grimy gown and wipe her body clean. She dug through her chest of clothes and found one of the dresses she would wear to sneak out, a commoners dress, but it was for too good of quality to be a real commoner's. It fit her perfectly, accentuating her just right, the stitching all done professionally instead of by her own hand. And it was far too clean than that of a woman who walked the markets and streets every day. But it was as close as she could get. As she tied the dress into place, Alice heard the sound of the hunter's horn coming through her window. Oh no... The party was declaring victory. It was almost guaranteed now that they would com home with that woman's head. Alice felt her heart sink. Then she shook her head and clenched her jaw. There was no time for pity or sorrow. She needed to find the smith once more. If he could lead her to the man who gave him that emblem then she might find some answers and be able to find a resolution to all of this. The lord before her father's family tried. She wasn't the only one to think peace was possible. She would try and try again. No matter what, or how many people called her crazy. Even if it ruined her fathers wedding arrangements for her, not that she minded that part of it. Pulling her long hair up into a bun she hid herself under a cloak and grabbed the journal. Tucking it into her vest she quietly started her journey out of the keep. It wasn't too hard. Knowing all of the guard's rotations and where they were stationed, the only anomaly would be her father. And after their fight she didn't want to see him again. Alice reached up and touched her neck, making herself wince. She should have worn something with a higher collar, or grabbed a scarf. She'd just have to keep the cloak down over her face and hope it hid everything. Once the coast was clear she made her way down the halls and out a small servant's entrance. Outside she slowed her pace and slipped onto the street. She had never been to the smith's shop before. Alice hoped she'd be able to find it.