A Grim Glory - ON HOLD

Grim. The creature that lurks in the dark. The creature that does not hesitate to kill. So they say.


11. To fight

Back in the ruins, a few hours later, Merana had dried off and was rather annoyed at the stuffy underground ruin. “It's just too hot in here...”

Grim sighed. Just deal with it. It's here or out in the open, and you have no idea what is out there.

“Are we going anywhere today?”

Maybe. He looked at her for a moment, before resting his head on his paws and closing his eyes. Merana leant back against the wall and crossed her arms.

“I'm bored.”

Really. I would never have guessed. He muttered, not looking up.

“I want to do something.”

You're not going to leave me alone until I take you out, are you?


Fine. Grim stood and turned towards the entrance. Are you coming?

Merana stood up. “Yeah...” She walked over to him as he exited. “Do I walk or...?”

Get on.

Merana's heart leapt with excitement. She was going to help him. She walked up to him, and looked for somewhere to put her feet to climb on. Finding nothing, she put her hands on his back, one on one of his spines, the other just resting around his hips. She heaved herself up as best she could, the cloak causing friction as she tried to slide along his back into a sitting position. If Grim was annoyed, he was hiding it well. He stood, still as a statue, muzzle impassive as she clambered over him. She finally rightened herself, and let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. “Ready!” She told him, preparing herself for the rather uncomfortable journey. He nodded his head and set off. They gained speed gradually, coming from a walk, then into a trot, to what could be called a gallop, and finally into a canter, his full speed made Merana's eyes water, the wind lashing out at her, making her cold even though it was the middle of the afternoon.

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