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FFM Day 13 - Chaos

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Euthraeia felt as if she knew what was happening on instinct, seeing the man stood above the small, wheezing squirrel. It was in a pool of what looked to be its own blood though was still struggling, the man’s other foot trapping it by its tail; it’s eyes stubbornly open despite the grubby sandal that hovered a foot above its head. Euthraeia found herself dashing towards him before her brain had even caught up, her feet picking over the roots and dips without the need for her to look as she barrelled into him, just about managing to knock him flat.

“Wh-wha?”

“Don’t you dare kill it!” She spat, even as he threw her off him and withdrew his sword,

“What does it matter to you? It’s just a stupid squirrel!” He dropped a heavy foot onto her chest, pinning her to the floor,

“So that gives you the right to kill it?” She shouted back, angrier now than ever, even he angled his sword down to her throat, seemingly unperturbed by her reckless struggling,

“Maybe I should just kill—” His words were bitten off as he suddenly snapped his head up and a look of sheer terror took to his face. A guttural, feral snarl tore the momentary vacuum as an enormous grey wolf suddenly leapt across her vision and took the man clean off his feet, before Euthraeia could so much as sit up, the man’s cries were silenced by the sickening sound of tearing flesh. She twitched slightly, as she finally rose enough to see the scene, though her instincts had her freeze; the wolf, a sudden isle of calm amid the carnage.

It turned its head slowly to look at her, the blood dripping freely from its jaws as its golden eyes connected with her’s; instead of turning fro a second kill as she might have guessed, its eyes only slowly blinked before it turned away and walked peacefully to a safer distance, perhaps fifty or so meters. It sat itself down, though the great yellow eyes continued to train themselves upon her. Euthraeia rose to her feet, her own eyes catching the squirrel still quivering in fear beside her, she scooped it gently into her hands and walked as calmly away as she could, all the while feeling the burning gaze of the wolf as she walked past the corpse of the man.

Chaos, it seemed, was an entirely human invention.