In the morning, Borch woke up everyone who managed to tame animals, as soon as the red disk of the sun appeared above the horizon. The rest, less fortunate, had another day of hunting ahead of them.Sleepy and yawning freshmen climbed out of the tents. Then they brought their companions out of the stalls.Smoke hopefully sniffed my pockets, snorting and hot breathing, but found no food and out of spite tried to bite me on the shoulder.“We’ll have to be patient,” I patted the horse’s withers. - I'm hungry too.August failed his griffin. He stubbornly glared angrily at the hunter with orange eyes. The front bird's paws plowed the ground with their claws. The lion's tail twitched nervously from side to side. I looked at the griffin in fascination. And she shuddered when Thunder snapped his powerful beak right next to August's face.With persuasion, and even shouting, we, along with other students, pulled our companions into the luminous circle of the portal. The animals were stubborn, r
Finding a much-needed vampire was not so easy. His office, with its shiny brass sign, was locked. And where does he hide on weekends?I hope the professor didn't leave the academy and head into town to have a couple of drinks with friends, or, well, dine with an unfortunate townswoman.Thinking, I walked over to the silent armor in the corner. These were very old, the feather was faded, thick cobwebs twined around the helmet. Perhaps no one has asked for directions here for a very long time."Honorable sir," I said slowly, imitating Fiona. “Can you tell me where I can find Professor Valentine?”The armor was silent for a while, either surprised by the question, or trying to find what they were looking for. With a terrible clang, the rusted spear hit the stone floor, and a thin, shining line snaked into the corridor.- Thanks! - I threw on the run, following the prompt.She led me lower and lower, first to the first floor, and then past the utility rooms and the kitchen straight to the
Three more months later...- Deya ... - male fingers, lightly tickling, ran along the bare back. - Deya-ya-ya ... - Beria whispered in the ear of his wife, who was sleeping sweetly, hugging the pillow touchingly. Pillow, not his, legal spouse.- Mmm… what? the girl sighed, eyes closed as her hot breath touched her neck.- It's time to feed the children, - said Beria, carefully brushing aside his silky hair and kissing the soft skin on his neck.-Yeah...His fingers traced wavy patterns between his shoulder blades, moving down and up his spine.Dea, are you sleeping? the man asked ingratiatingly.- Get away from her, - Aznar's displeased voice was heard. Bery tried to get it in the dark with his foot so as not to interfere, but instead he heard a dull sound of a blow and a quiet hiss.-For what? Beria groaned. - Deya!“Your children, you feed…” the princess muttered unintelligibly.“Yes, I would love to,” Bery quipped, rubbing his cheekbone.- Shh, - Aznar hissed at him, - let him slee
Light aspen leaves whispered drowsily overhead, and through them a piercing autumn sky could be seen. Light cirrus clouds froze in height. It was quiet, no birds were heard. The air was filled with the spicy smell of leaves, moss, earth and blood.The girl turned back. Everywhere broken, spattered with scarlet and brown spots of the body. Light chain mail, shining in the sun. Deadly white faces. Eyes wide in horror, completely blind. Everyone has frighteningly white hair. An overturned wagon a little further. Several female bodies nearby. The girl staggered, turned away sharply, which made everything dark and swam before her eyes for a moment.Step, one more.Farther and farther away from that glade saturated with the smell of death. Sharp pain. The girl took a deep breath, pressing her hands to her stomach. Scarlet spots were slowly spreading across the light blue dress. Step, one more. A stubborn breath."Not today. I won't die today."Pain. Step, one more. Bloody path on the leaves
It does not hurt anymore. It was the girl's first thought. Only then came the slow realization that she seemed to be alive. Then fragmentary pictures of recent events flashed in my memories: bloody bodies, an attack by the undead, a wound... Markats!She opened her eyes abruptly and almost jumped. At that very moment, my stomach was deeply cut with pain, my breath caught, and the bright light blinded me. There were tears in my eyes. Almost immediately, someone's persistent and strong hands pressed on his shoulders, forcing him to lie back down.The girl tried to catch her breath, not making any more attempts to move. A voice next to him cursed in displeasure. The picture before her eyes gradually gained clarity, and the girl saw a small room, a wide gap in the fireplace opposite, the soft light from which at first seemed so bright. Then she froze, barely breathing - a tall, broad-shouldered man was standing very close, thick reddish-brown hair was gathered in a ponytail at the back of
Aznar came the day the rain stopped. Early in the morning in the cold twilight.Deya woke up from the fact that the warm cover was thrown back, and the male hot palm lay on her naked stomach, which no longer had bandages on. There were only four pale pink long welts, each about the width of a finger. The girl flinched at the touch, but was afraid to even move. Aznar was in no hurry to remove his hand. He did not look at the princess. A few minutes seemed like an eternity for her, then finally the man moved away.- You're all right, - Markat delivered a verdict, and Deya went cold. - The time has come.Aznar looked straight into her eyes. Deja really hoped he saw determination there, not fear. She was still lying in front of him, completely naked, but she couldn't move a finger. The werewolf thoughtfully studied her face, but did not even look at the body. Are scars really that bad? What a ridiculous thought.“There will be a sacred ceremony at sunset tonight, Deamara,” Aznar said soft
Toward evening, Arleta came to the princess. The girl's hair was carefully braided and gathered into a tight bun. In the hands - a voluminous basket, covered with a white cloth. Deja sat up in bed, trying to control her emotions. Her heart pounding like crazy, she swallowed, sat up straighter in the bed. She asked almost in a whisper:-The time has come?Arleta nodded. She went up to the princess, put down the basket and pulled out a long light shirt from it. Deamara slowly lowered her bare feet to the stone floor. They were immediately scorched by the cold. Deja suddenly realized that she was so worried that she was not sure if she was able to stand up on her own. Arleta looked at her carefully, seeming to understand everything:-Do not be afraid. You have about two more hours to prepare. Now we'll just go down to the baths.- In the baths? –princess felt as a bit lets go tension. She stood up, feeling her stomach clench in fear. She took the shirt, Arleta helped put it on. The thin
The princess was carried into a spacious room. There was no light here, only moonlight. Deamara only had time to notice a huge window hidden by light curtains, and behind it, it seems, an exit to a balcony, from where a fresh, but not at all warm autumn wind blew. A wide, roomy bed under a canopy, covered with skins, was freely located against the wall - several people could easily fit on it.The girl was let go. Salty tears were still running down her face, her body was trembling with excitement and fear. Aznar slowly touched her neck with his lips. Deja twitched at the burning touch.“Deya, my dear, don’t be afraid,” Markat whispered behind his back. And very quiet: - I'm sorry that so ...Beria also came up and began carefully and slowly unbuttoning the chains on her dress. Deamara trembled under his arms and couldn't control herself. Aznar hugged her from behind, and Deya immediately felt hot from his body, the werewolf kissed her neck and shoulders, no longer stopping. The princ