The Rage

Elizabeth entered the clearing with a step. Autumn leaf fragments were freezing into the mud under her feet. Even though the rain was subsiding as dusk fell, the temperature in the woods was dropping. Elizabeth was insulated from the cold. She didn't mind the darkness either. Widening, her pupils absorbed microscopic light fragments that were unseen to humans. She could easily make out the two individuals stumbling about under the enormous oak tree. One of them had thick, black hair that the wind had tossed and turned into a sea of waves.

Though Elizabeth couldn't see his face, she intuitively knew that he was a little taller than the other and that his eyes were green. The other too had a shock of black hair, but it was fine and straight, like an animal's pelt. His body's relaxed elegance was collected into a predator's crouch, and his lips were pulled back from his fangs in rage. He had dark eyes. Elizabeth remained still for some minutes while she observed them. She had forgotten why she had come here and why the images of their conflict had drawn her here. The roar of their rage, hate, and sorrow was nearly unbearable this close, sounding if the warriors were shouting silently. They were engaged in a fight to the death. I wonder who will win," she pondered. The taller one's left arm dangled at an odd angle, and they were both bleeding and injured. Still, he had just smashed the other into an oak tree's twisted trunk. Elizabeth was able to feel, taste, and hear his rage in addition to hearing it, and she was aware that it was giving him unimaginable power. Elizabeth suddenly recalled her motivation for traveling. How was it that she forgot? He was wounded. She had been called here by his thoughts, which had pounded her with shock waves of anguish and sorrow. She was his, thus she had come to assist him. The two figures had now fallen to the frigid ground, howling like wolves. Elizabeth approached them quietly and quickly. A voice in her head said that Katherine, the one with the wavy hair and green eyes, was on top, grabbing the other person's neck. Elizabeth felt a wave of wrath and protectiveness. To pry the fingers up and grip that choking hand, she reached in between them. She had no idea that she shouldn't be able to do this. As she Strong enough was all it was. Her victim was wrenched from his opponent by her as she flung her weight to the side. She pressed hard into his injured arm for good measure, pushing him sprawling on his face in the leaf-covered mud. She then started choking him behind his back. Although her strike had caught him off guard, he was still far from defeated. He retaliated by striking her, reaching for her neck with his strong fist. He poked her windpipe with his thumb. Although her strike had caught him off guard, he was still far from defeated. He retaliated by striking her, reaching for her neck with his strong fist. He poked her windpipe with his thumb. But he outweighed her in strength. She was thrown to the ground as he jerked his shoulders, breaking her grip on him. He suddenly appeared above her, his features twisted in a ferocious animal expression. He slapped her hand away as she growled at him and reached for his eyes with her claws. He intended to murder her. He was by far the stronger person, even when hurt. His lips had pulled back to reveal teeth that had already developed red stains. He was ready to attack like a snake. Then he paused, circling her, and his expression changed. Elizabeth saw the eyes becoming green. The pupils, which had shrunk into ferocious dots, suddenly opened. He was looking down at her as if he had just discovered her. Why was he addressing her in that manner? Why didn't he simply finish it off? The iron hand was releasing her from her shoulder, however. The animal's growl was no longer there. replaced by an expression of surprise and confusion. While assisting her to sit up, he took a seat back and continued to look into her face. He said, "Elizabeth. He had a cracking voice. Is that who I am saying, "Elizabeth, it's you"? She pondered. Elizabeth? It wasn't very important. She looked in the direction of the large oak tree. He was still there, panting, leaning on the upthrust roots with one hand to steady himself. With his piercingly dark eyes fixed on hers and a scowl on his face, he was staring at her. Don't fret, she advised. This one can be handled by me. He is a fool. She then threw herself at the green-eyed person once again. He said, "Elizabeth!" as she pushed him back. He supported her by pushing at her shoulder with his strong hand. Katherine called out to Elizabeth, "Elizabeth, look at me! She searched. She could just make out his neck's exposed flesh patch. She growled once again, pulling her top lip back to expose her fangs. He froze. His body reacted violently to the shock, and she could see his eyes breaking. His face became as white as though he had been punched in the stomach. On the slick ground, he gave a little headshake. He murmured, "No. "Oh, no..." As though not expecting her to hear him, he seemed to be speaking to himself as he said it. She reacted angrily when he touched her face with his hand. He muttered, "Oh, Elizabeth. Last signs of animal bloodlust and rage were vanished from his face. His eyes were confused, sorrowful, and struck. Last signs of animal bloodlust and rage were vanished from his face. His eyes were confused, sorrowful, and struck. The agony in his eyes peaked as he gave her one more long look before giving up. He gave up the struggle entirely. She could feel the resistance leaving his body as it happened. With pieces of oak leaves in his hair, he was lying on the freezing ground and gazing beyond her up into the dark, cloudy sky. His exhausted voice urged her to "finish it."