Battle Realms

Feast of the Wolf

Gaihla stood at the water’s edge listening to the sound of its flow. It had been a few weeks since Kenji defeated the Horde and their Lotus puppets. The land was finally at peace. It was not without cost however. Before its end the Lotus had torched the Wolf lands and slain many. The clan had been left with no choice but to submit to Kenji’s Dragon clan and ask for aid. Grayback had been worried they would enslave them as the Lotus and Serpent had before but Kenji proved different. He gave Grayback a title and set aside some land for the Wolf. He promised them protection and equal rights under the law. Gaihla smiled to herself remembering the night the Clan learned Kenji had slain Zymeth and the Nightvol. Longtooth and Grayback had a drinking contest. The two were still going long after everyone else passed out no one but them knew who won and they refused to tell. Gaihla breathed a sigh of relief. The long war was finally over.

“All alone in the woods little wolfling?” Came a chilling voice from behind Gaihla. She spun around to see the white-haired sorceress Yrvaine standing on the bank. “What’s the matter? You look white as snow. Mwahahaha!”

Gaihla had her mouth agape in surprise. Was she dreaming? “Y-You’re dead! Grayback killed you! You blew up with the Skull of the Wolf!”

“Oh, this old thing? I’m surprised you don’t know more about your own people’s artifacts.” Yrvaine said as the Skull manifested into the air beside her. “It did unleash a great deal of magical energy. That mangy mongrel Grayback had done a number on me too. If it wasn’t for that energy buildup, I would have died of my wounds then and there. However, using that much energy had consequences. I found myself flung several years into the future. Not too unlike how your clan used it to teleport.”

“The Skull would never help you!” Gaihla cried out still half believing she was hallucinating.

“Hahaha as if I gave it a choice. I control the Skull and with its power I will take revenge on you, your clan of mutts, and that Dragon brat for destroying the Lotus. Then I will find any remaining Lotus wizards to help me find a way to use the Skull’s power to change Kenji’s fate and revive the Lotus.” Yrvaine laughed maniacally while holding a hand to her mouth. “Now die!” Yrvaine shot out a beam of her ice magic that froze Gaihla’s feet in place in the river. Yrvaine approached slowly whilst manifesting an ice blade in her hand. “I hear Soban is still alive. Perhaps I’ll deliver your corpse to him to convince him to help me. I’m sure he would love a second chance at dissecting you.”

Panic gripped Gaihla as she looked for any way out. Soon an icey cut was felt across her leg as Yrvaine slashed her once then again and again. Yrvaine clearly wanted Gaihla to die slowly. Just as Gaihla was about to give up hope however her eyes caught the glowing blue eye sockets of the Skull. It was if time itself slowed to a crawl. There was no voice but it was if Gaihla understood. The Skull took Yrvaine here for Gaihla not the other way around. Gaihla felt a great rush of power inside her. Just as Yrvaine was about to strike again with her ice blade Gaihla caught her sword arm by the wrist and twisted till she dropped the blade. Then she punched Yrvaine in the face and sent her flying back. Gaihla effortlessly lifted her feet cracking the ice trapping them.

“What? How?” Yrvaine muttered as her black blood ran from her nose.

“Don’t you understand Yrvaine? The Wolf was never yours to abuse, either the clan or the Skull. They are and forever shall remain free!” Gaihla grabbed Yvraine pinning her arms to her side before flipping her upside down and lifting her above her head.

“What are you doing?” Yrvaine cried out. This was the first time Gaihla or perhaps anyone had seen the ice witch scared.

“Don’t you know that wolves have quite the appetite?” Gaihla smiled as the sudden realization hit Yrvaine but before she could scream Gaihla engulfed her head. The Lotus clan had always been disgusting to look at what with their plagued bodies and even the Warlocks who seemingly were devoid of the illnesses were still that pasty white and steeped with magical corruption. As such Gaihla was quite surprised to find how tasty Yrvaine was. It was like eating a frozen fruit. Cold yet satisfying. Gaihla needed to have more. Using one hand she tore off the clothes of Zymeth’s former mistress to give her access to more flavor. She understood why Zymeth took her as his lover upon seeing Yrvaine’s ass. Smooth and curvaceous Gaihla could hardly wait yet she took her time savoring both the taste of Yrvaine and humiliating her before her, hopefully, final end. Yrvaine had seemingly submitted by the time Gaihla reached her rear but a few gentle nibbles by Gaihla caused her to start up again. Gaihla had to grab Yrvaine’s legs as they kicked about furiously but it ultimately only worked up a sweat to Yvraine giving her skin an additional salty taste. Gaihla finally used her tongue to roll Yrvaine’s feet into her throat and gave a loud gulp sending the ice sorceress to her fiery grave.

Gaihla let out a small burp that had a puff of ice magic with it as she patted her squirming belly. She would never admit it but she delighted her the screams of pain and terror coming from within as the acids ate away at Yrvaine. “Don’t worry. I won’t let you die just yet. I need you to feel at least a fraction of the pain and suffering my clan has felt at your hands.”

Several hours later

Utara had been running in the woods for what felt like days. Ever since Kenji was made the new Dragon Emperor many of the old Serpent leaders were being brought up on charges. Shinja was dead, Budo was slated for execution, and Vetkin was rotting in a jail cell. Now she was wanted on charges of murder and treason. She finally stopped by a river to catch her breath and refill her canteen when she heard footsteps approaching. She grabbed her blade and jumped to her feet.

“Hello Utara.” Gaihla said slowly approaching.

Utara lowered her blade slightly. Gaihla was an old foe but not one that really scared her. Without Grayback around she could take her. Still maybe if she spared her, she could convince her to talk to Kenji about dropping the charges. Though something did seem off about Gaihla. Were her boobs always that big? “Gaihla. Good to see you! I know we have history but what say we let bygones be bygones. Perhaps you could even maybe tell me whatever it is you’ve done to yourself. You carry yourself with a lot more confidence now.”

“Mmmm. Sounds delightful. Perhaps we can discuss it over dinner.” Gaihla said licking her lips.