Wild Things Part 4 (StoryPost) by CrownPrince ()
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The Distance between Shadows-A Seraphims Story. (Part 4)
Seraphim rode back to the campsite at an easy pace after spending several hours hunting. Their meal would consist of several hares’ that he had caught, but even that was better than the hardened ‘tack’ usually eaten by travelers. He felt a little guilty for being gone so long but he let his mind drift with the calmness of his environment. The sounds of nature and his ride had soothed his nerves. Even Czar had known he was upset, and had pushed him to run flat out. The horse whinnied and Seraphim patted the horse’s neck,
“ The campsites not far, there is a stream nearby where you can get some water, and some feed and straw…”
But the horse whinnied again, this time slowing to a stop.
Seraphim scanned the area, they had been together too long for them not to trust each other’s behavior.
“What is it boy, you sense something?”
Czar snorted as Seraphim listened.
Gruff, guttural voices came from the direction of the campsite. Orks!
“Damn!” Thought Seraphim, “I’ve been gone too long! If Earnest is dead because of me….”
Galloping Seraphim was able to make out the Orks at the campsite. There were two of them, They were digging through the remains of the overturned cart. The mule was gone and Earnest was nowhere in sight. Notching an arrow Seraphim released it as the startled creatures looked up. The deadly missile hit its mark, the first ork slumped to the ground, clutching his chest and spitting up blood. Not having enough time to get another arrow ready Seraphim drew his sword. The other ork, a big and fierce looking creature had drawn his sword also, and was swinging in a downward arc, at horses legs. Seraphim gripped with his thighs, Czar shifted, and sailed past the surprised ork, leaping over the creature’s blade. It was the last thing that it saw as its head was removed from its shoulders.
Jumping down Seraphim looked around the campsite. He had spent many years in the wilderness and had learned to read tracks. These two Orks weren’t the only ones, there were at least a half dozen on foot. No blood said that Earnest was captured but still alive, but for how long? The footprints lead off in a northwesterly direction. Seraphim struggled to remember Earnest’s directions,
"…And see to the north, in the valley, that’s the Lakevalle hospital...And over there to the west, past the hospital that arch? That is the Runic Gate..."
He startled as the scribe’s words came flooding back.
“…It's said that the Warpgate was put there over a millennia ago by creatures of immense power. The gate itself can be used to travel great distances or different worlds...."
He had to hurry, the Warpgate was less than a day’s journey away and the other Orks had a big head start. Mounting Czar Seraphim looked around the campsite once more to see if he missed anything, and then saying a quick prayer he rode off into the night.
This image gave me some problems, especially with lighting. I shortened the story because i want to split the images and scene.... I put it in this gallery so people can a better look at the render
The camera angle was happened upon by accident as i was working on his sword grip and switched to the right hand camera and decided that it was the money shot (so to speak!!!)
Hope you like it!!
Image Comments (18)
How very dark, atmospheric, nice work. The story is compelling, holds your attention and now you have me wondering what did happen to Earnest? The money shot is right on, it's happened to me as well, not sure about the angle and then in some adjustment, I look up and there it is!
I liked the insight into Seraphim's state of mind as this episode opens. The pace is slow, gentle and reflective. I felt myself going easily along with him, to be brought up short when Czar whinnied again. I like how Seraphim's mild guilt becomes sharp and intense, when he realises his delay could have proved deadly for Earnest. I was definitely dead set against the second ork the minute he aimed for Czar's legs. (As a child I watched an adventure movie of the Greek myth kind. The gods were meddling and people had been dying left and right. No problem. I was pretty blasé about it. Suddenly the earth opened (pesky gods again) and many men on horses were pitched into fiery lava below. ON HORSES! That's really the only part of the movie I remember well. I was very upset about the horses. The riders ... not so much.) I love the speed with which the action goes from Czar being in danger to the ork's head disengaging. The race is on! Very exciting! I can't wait to see if Seraphim gets to them before they get to the gate! Excellent image! Wonderful composition, with the placement of the sword against the moon. I'm glad you persevered with the lighting! It's wonderful! I can see by the brighter light on his thigh and the guard of his sword that the full glory of the moon is shining on Seraphim and his sword. The brief glimpse that the ork saw of the sword must have been a glowing one. Love the light on the their shoulders and on the ork's neck. Great poses and expression. Excellent capture of the instant before things went very badly for the ork. Terrific image and narrative!
Great suspense. I have one little issue though. A practiced marksman can get multiple shots off in seconds. I have actually seen a man put 15 arrows into a target in under a minute. So average 4 seconds each shot. That should allow for at least one more shot in this sequence. Perhaps the second arrow just didn't kill the second ork and it ran at him? Though being on horseback, he should be able to outrun it then come back for the kill shot. I agree with you on the angle.. works very well :)