DORULL STORIES - SERVANTS OF THE PRIMEVAL ROT
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CHAPTER 5
Vindal followed the group of children, led by the woman, for about half a day now. He was patient, although struggling not to charge straight at them. He badly wanted to taste their warm blood. To revel in their sweet flesh. But he managed to fight against it, hoping he would be rewarded for it.
And he was. He knew that, as soon as he saw the group entering the cave. He kept watching and waiting. He noticed they lit the fire. He knew they ate. A tiny bit of smoke and a faint smell of fish, traveled to his keen nostrils. Not so long ago, that was his favourite meal. But now, that seemed like a long forgotten past.
Sometimes later, the female appeared at the entrance. She just stood there, motionless, for a few long minutes, staring over the horizon. And then her legs gave in. She fell to the ground. Her head sank. Her shoulders begin shaking. She was crying.
Vindal couldn’t care less. Only thing he saw was an opportunity. On top of that, he just couldn’t wait any more. The hunger became unbearable. He ably slid down the tree, bolting straight towards the cave. Straight towards the woman. He managed to approach unnoticed. She felt something’s there, when they were just a few paces apart. And when she lifted her head, to check out the faint breeze, she came to realize it belonged to the trail of a dagger, slicing her neck. Last thing she saw before drifting away were horrifying, red eyes looking at her.
Vindal was careful not to make any sound. But he needn’t to worry. The kids were fast asleep. He approached the closest child, sniffed him, before plunging a dagger straight into his heart. He repeated the same act with the rest of them, hastily turning towards one of the boys. It was the one that invited him on this hunt. His scent was unmistakable.
Vindal picked him up, plunging his teeth into his soft flesh. And then again. And again. He continued to devour him like a wild animal, until some fifteen minutes later, he was completely full. He allowed the body to fall from his arms, as he sighed in elation. But then he noticed something unusual. His body was excreting the white liquid. A probable reaction to his plentiful meal. He felt some strange sensation coming from inside. Sensation he had to obey.
Vindal jumped towards the entrance. Towards the body of that woman. He grabbed her by her wrist, hastily pulling her inside. He searched her bag, pulling out the piece of a rope and the jug made from two hollowed, connected coconuts. He moved with haste. As if something was forcing him to do this.
He hastily tied the woman’s legs and hands, sat beside her, and started collecting the white liquid into the coconut vessel. And when he was done, more than twenty minutes had passed. The jug was full to the brim. He poured a few drops over the wound on her neck, and sat back, knowing he will now have to wait.
He waited for an hour, staring at the body of the Tomen woman. Waiting for any kind of reaction. And it came, in the form of a slight leg twitch. A minute later, the woman opened her eyes.
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