Kendrick looked completely unsure as he stepped closer to the horse and patted it very gently, almost too gently, "Hey...Hershel." He looked at the animal with doubt, "Are you sure I won't hurt him?""He weighs over one thousand pounds Kendrick." she gave him a look of visual assessment, "You're...maybe two hundred seventy plus? Believe me, he can hurt you worse than you can hurt him." Helia reassured truthfully.Taking a readying breath, he put his foot in the stirrup."Wrong foot, Kendrick."He sighed and switched, grabbing the saddle horn and seat."Now just stand on your one leg in the stirrup." Helia urged him when he hesitated.He did so shakily."Ok. Now just swing your other leg over his back and sit down."Kendrick did so, but Hershel decided to move nervously to the side which sent Kendrick flopping over the other side and onto the stone floor. He grunted with pain laying on the ground and Helia snorted a laugh at his expense whilst she reigned the horse.Eyes flashing angri
Helia was a slayer. She came from a long line of slayers in her family, but presently she was the only one in the trade. Her father had grown too old and had been injured too many times by the profession to continue so she had taken up the mantle. Though her mother had not been pleased with her choice of vocation, due to its dangerous, wandering nature, her father had supported her decision and even seemed prideful that she'd followed in his footsteps.Helia was the eldest daughter in a family with no sons. She had thick, long, wavy red hair that flashed like copper penny in the sun and striking blue eyes to compliment. Standing at five-foot eleven, she was tall for her gender with a fit, muscled body; a must in her profession of killing monsters. She had a classic beauty in her features but did nothing to flaunt it. Makeup and other frivolities were unknown to her. Women in the position of slayer were unheard of, but Helia had a killer's edge and huntress's instinct that would've imp
The winged female struggled against the net, bucking her body. But she was hopelessly entangled and couldn't free herself. She was crying and seemed to slump after her fight. Quite suddenly her eyes, which were the color of purple orchids, went wide when she looked down and saw Helia dismount her horse."No...NO!" she cried out with terror, struggling even more to no avail. "KENDRICK!"Helia looked up at her, "Are you ok?"The winged creature didn't seem to hear her as it fought desperately above."Hey! Hey!" Helia said loudly and firmly, "Take it easy. You're going to hurt yourself if you struggle like that.""NO! Let me go you poacher!" she suddenly screamed with panic, though her voice sounded weak from shouting so much, "KENDRICK!"Helia shook her red locks, "Calm down! I'm not a poacher."The beautiful eyes directed at her, "This-This isn't your trap?""No. But I can free you if you just calm down. Ok?"The winged girl seemed doubtful but eventually winced and nodded. Helia's eye
Later that day...Helia gripped the hilt of the sword at her belt as she crept closer to the massive cave entrance. She had followed the directions of the people of Rumstead and found the broken topped mountain which was supposed to be the place where the Gray Shadow lived. From under her bone and metal helmet, her red hair spilled over her eyes which she had to flick away. She couldn't afford to be distracted by something as trivial as hair in her eyes...not when there was a giant residing in the cave before her. She crept closer, feet quietly crunching the rocks before the crevasse. Her shield braced in front of her.She looked up at the entrance to the cave which was very tall indeed...well over fifty feet if she had to guess. Already she was second-guessing her assumptions that the people of Rumstead had exaggerated his size if the crevasse was any indicator. However, she'd hunted trolls that weren't nearly as big as giants and they lived it caves with exceedingly tall entrances.
She swore internally when she viewed his leather boots. The giants of her country never wore any footwear so her plan to slice his Achilles tendons went out the window. Helia was trying to formulate a plan of attack or defense, but nothing seemed plausible now. If she were to kill him she'd need to get at his neck or through his eyes. Both options were dismally out of her reach. Now she was wishing she'd tried jumping down from above.In just two strides the colossus was mere yards from her. With measured, slow steps he began to circle, staring down at her with a smirk on his face. Helia turned with his strides, knowing he could swing his boot and kick her or stomp her flat in less than a second. Yet, he seemed to be toying with her nerves, circling, watching her. She kept her shield ready.He lifted his nose up a bit and smelled the air.Then he looked down at her with a coy smirk, "Oh...so you're really by yourself? That's remarkably bold...and foolish."Helia didn't respond. She ke
Quite suddenly he raised her up higher and tipped his head back. His mouth opened; lips pulled back to expose white teeth with notably sharp canines. Helia recoiled violently as he lowered her down. His hot breath washed over her with a deep menacing rasp as the dark cave of a throat seemed to gape wider in anticipation of her.Helia's fear peaked and she cried out suddenly, "The king of Rumstead!"The giant paused, his mouth slowly closed beneath her and his breath ruffled her hair, "Hmm. Rumstead. Most of you slayers are sent from there. Though...it's been awhile since the last ones." he smiled at her, "They weren't as fun as you...they tried to run."He suddenly jerked his hand up and let go of her feet in a toss. Helia couldn't help but scream as she plummeted to the unforgiving ground. But, in the blink of an eye she was slammed into and enveloped by his massive hand; snatching her out of the air and righting her in the same motion. Helia cried out with pain as she heard a pop in
Helia wasn't sure how it came to this, but she was about to be eaten by a giant. She was immediately soaked when she hit his soft, slimy tongue and he began to maneuver her to the center of his mouth. He shut his mouth, sealing her in darkness as he tasted her thoroughly.His powerful voice shook her, hurting her ears, "Oh...my, my. Tart...a hint of caramel. Very interesting."Helia struggled as the massive, slimy muscle against her back flopped her around with his speech. Like she was a piece of hard candy, he held her in his mouth, rolling her around, pressing her to his palate, and then releasing her. He was savoring her. Helia's heart was set to explode, the fear was so strong. Her cracked ribs were on fire as she tried to keep breathing. Frantically, she felt her armor for a weapon, any weapon she could use to make him spit her out. But he'd found and removed everything she carried. She was defenseless.Or was she?Somehow, she had a desperate idea that could stop her doom. Quick
Twillow looked away, seeming uncomfortable, "Do you... hunt fae?"+Helia's blue eyes directed at her seriously, "Well considering I've never seen one until I met you...no. And if even if I did, you don't go around killing or eating people so there's no one hiring to have you killed. I'm no poacher.""But...if someone hired you...would you?""After today, definitely not." The redhead smiled honestly at the winged fae.The smile was returned in kind.Quite, abruptly the ground shook several times. Just as Helia gripped her sword and turned she was swept off her feet. Her butt hit something soft but firm and in an instant she was hoisted into the air at breakneck speed. Her ribs shot pain through her and the sudden vertigo made her roll back helplessly in the palm of Kendrick's massive hand. He didn't seem happy.His golden-brown eyes narrowed at her and her half-drawn sword, "Yeah...draw that sword and see what happens."Helia could feel the bundles of thick tendons flex inside the palm