Thread: Ongoing story
1. No more than 75 words.
2. You must mention Asnia at least once in your post.
3. You cannot contradict something someone else has written.
4. Leave it at a cliff-hanging spot.
5. Be creative!!! Be silly and stupid and go with it!!!
Asnia looked back again and again but still could see no one. Why was her neck hair prickling like that? The bow she carried was gripped tightly, her free hand twitching. All signs of her intution telling her something, but what? Her pointed ears flicked towards a sound in the brush. There! She crept to the low hedge just as....
"Your journey has been long and full of great danger, has it not?"
Asnia eyed the gigantic creature, not sure if this was a distraction or a revelation. But her danger sense was gone, replaced by a feeling of familiararity.
"It has," she whispered. The wolf seemed to grow and suddenly the wolf was her whole world. She was brought to her knees by the power surging from it, engulfing her, forcing her to listen and heed every word flowing from its mouth...or was it telepathic?
The wolf nodded its great head. "You have been chosen for a great quest."
"You are the last of a forgotten race, the only one to preserve your people's blood and dreams..."
(Sorry if I went over bored, but I was on a roll)