* Note the spaced lines are because I do not have a name for the main male character yet.
“Cora, Cora you’re going to get me caught,” I whispered to the wolf hybrid canine in front of me. She had followed me behind the old rust stained metallic shed within the underground lair. Now she was here pacing back and forth, her grayish coat bristle at the edges, nudging Xav her mate. He who seemed unwillingly non alert suddenly looked towards the opening leading to the shed. Jagged dagger ready I stroked forward, and suddenly stopped, almost attacking my assailant (Tefa).
“Tefa you idiot, I could have killed you.” I could see __ laughing in the background, as I pushed back my friend and made my way towards him. Ruffling his hair, I lightly smacked him behind the head.
“You and your clowning will get us killed one of these days. But let’s get out of here; I have a bad feeling about this place.” Looking back at Tefa the two of us slowly exited the underground building. Presumed to be inhabited, for some unknown reason it was vacant. I was not about to stick around, for I could feel a presence watching us. I nudged my companion beside me pointing to a small rundown shack.
“We can stay there for the night. Until daybreak... Then we’re getting the hell out of here.” __laughed behind me scooping me up and heading for the door. Tefa chuckling in the distance went off to find some wood for the poorly made fireplace. The room was littered in dust. Cobwebs hung from the fireplace, although the small one bedroom was fairly intact. Crimson sheets layered the bed, and also two small wooden nigh tables sat beside it. I should have known then that this place was inhabited.
__finally letting me down started to further inspect the almost livable room. I watched him from the safety of the doorway, readying in case of an attack. His black hair clinging to his for head from the mission, grey eyes scanning the room he sighed, and I sat next to him. Putting his arm around me, his other hand smoothed threw my dark blue hair, as I sighed with contentment from his warmth. Staying at him with questioning brown eyes I began to worry. Tefa had not returned.
“You are worrying too much princessa. Everything is fine, we are safe for now.”
That’s what he always called me his little princess. Of course that wasn’t my real name, no that is Naia (Na - eye – a). We had grown close over the years of the attacks. He being the only one who could calm my nerves, putting aside his eccentric nature. At that moment my thoughts were shattered as something slammed into the nearby window. Nerves on end, both and I jumped to our feet, and ran out of the shack.
Seeing a figure lying on the ground I treaded forward. There he was our guide and friend, Tefa. I nudged him trying to notice if he sustained life. He was dead as I kneeled over him. I brushed back his shortly trimmed dark brown hair and whisper into his ear. “I will find who did this Tefa, and I will kill him.”
