The crunch crunch crunch of boots in snow was the loudest noise in the air at that moment, their previous quick strides slowed down for the obstacle. There was something about the cold and the snow that was familiar to her, but she didn't know what, or why. Perhaps she had seen snow in the life she could not remember? It seemed the most likely answer...
It was the shadow that caught her attention, as a cloud passing into moonlight, and it was only idle curiosity that had the girl glancing over her shoulder.
The thing, as it turned out, was not very much like a cloud at all. It seemed as though time stopped for that brief moment, her eyes locked on the beast, larger than any creature she could recall (though admittedly this was still not a difficult task), a ferocious looking thing whose dark feathers looked as though dragged from the grave.
Heart leaping into her throat, the girl tried to dodge those sharp talons the easiest way she knew how: dropping herself to the ground, with her hand holding fast the knife.
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It was the shadow that caught her attention, as a cloud passing into moonlight, and it was only idle curiosity that had the girl glancing over her shoulder.
The thing, as it turned out, was not very much like a cloud at all. It seemed as though time stopped for that brief moment, her eyes locked on the beast, larger than any creature she could recall (though admittedly this was still not a difficult task), a ferocious looking thing whose dark feathers looked as though dragged from the grave.
Heart leaping into her throat, the girl tried to dodge those sharp talons the easiest way she knew how: dropping herself to the ground, with her hand holding fast the knife.
What was that thing?