Falling in Love with a Beast

[AWarriorcat]

A hunter. A beast. Chasing. Fighting. Running. Killing. What happens when a hunter and a beast fall in love? Can their love survive? Can they survive? Can they overcome the difficulties of loving a nonhuman? Will they even live long enough to survive?

 

[AWarriorcat]

The dark sky crackled with lightning, thunder crashed around the dark forest, the trees were taller then dragons and the rain fell down like hail, the cold air was nipping at any open skin possible; his breath came out in a small cloud from the cold. A tall, young man was running through the trees, black, curled horns were popping out of his long black hair, he was shivering uncontrollably; though the man had a shirt on, it was the very remains of it, the shirt was ripped and tattered, heavily plastered against the man's shivering skin. Black wings had torn a hole through the shirt, one hole was ripped open, and showed a large, black tattoo and where the wings came out of his back. His long, black hair was sticking to his skull, an arrow whizzed through the air and into the man's shoulder, he let out an inhuman yell, he could hear the men chasing behind him; the man crashed into a tree, his bare skin scrapped heavily onto the bark. His hand scratched the tree as he ran, long, black nails dug into the skin, ripping the bark to leave three, large claw marks as the man was stumbling through the darkness behind him. A blackish red blood was pooling from his upper thigh, dripping down his half bare legs, he was wearing black pants, one pant leg had been ripped from the top thigh, showing a large slash; blood also poured from his arrow. With a groan, he yanked the arrow out, snapping it in half with two fingers, the man was breathing heavily as he ran, as the blood seemed to be falling like a waterfall from his wounds.


The bleeding man was slowing down, though still outrunning his hunters, he stumbled, catching himself on a trunk and he glanced behind him, yellow eyes gleamed through the darkness, he could see better the stumbling men behind him but his vision was dimming. A clash of lightning flashed, setting a bright blaze behind him, making a flame wall between him and the chasers. He thanked the gods and opened his mouth, blowing fire out, adding to the flames that were growing and spreading, though the rain was pattering down on it, another lightning flashed and another spark, he blew more fire on it and the fire started spreading quickly, creating a burning blockage. With a grin, showing sharpened canines, he turned and ran, shouts were behind him but he kept running. Suddenly, he noticed the trees thinning out ahead, he started to slow, just as he erupted from the underbrush, he instantly noticed a cliff. Stopping, he glanced below it, a long drop, he glanced both ways, the cliff was large, the men won't be able to follow. Without hesitation, he jumped and as he fell, he opened his large black wings to stop his fall. Suddenly an arrow whizzed down past him, glancing up, he realized the men had followed, several more arrows fell, they pierced and the pain was enormous, one wing crumpled and his second one soon followed. The last thing the man saw was the ground rushing up to meet him


When his eyes opened next, the world was blurry, he could see a waterfall in front of his eyes, a pool of clear water was surrounding it. He could barely feel the rain beating down on his broken body. 'The grass is so red' was the last thing he thought before his eyes closed again. The next time, he could see a bright, morning sun above him and the dew covered grass, 'This is worst then dying...' He thought as he stared at the crumpled wing beneath his body, one wing flapped helplessly, the only part of his body that worked, the other was crushed under him; his long tail was also uncomfortably squashed, though he was laying on his side. There were a few arrows surrounding him, he barely glanced up, the hunters weren't there? Had they thought he died? He let out a dry chuckle, they obviously didn't know dragons. 'The grass is so soft... I wouldn't mind dying here' And his eyes closed, the last thing he saw, was the bloody grass and his crumpled wing.