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The Hunt


The snow is firm, however, the slightest pressure and it will crunch underfoot, if we let it.
Stalking our prey requires absolute silence so our movements are slow and calculated.  Any indication of our presence and the stag, now grazing not a few bounds from us, will bolt.
A few more paces and he will be ours.
In mere moments, my companions and I will have the beast surrounded.
The need for silence will no longer exist.
A twig snaps.
My group freezes, the stag looks up.
The dratted sound came not from one of my fellows, too far away from us it was.
Our target is spooked, it scouts the area, sniffing at the wind.
We will not be able to close the gap fast enough, he will head downwind before we would be able to get to him.
A cluster of leaves rustles.
The creature starts to move away, slowly, yet fully alert, ready to run at the first provocation.
We will lose him for sure.
I give the signal.
My brethren spring forward and the chase begins.
Of course, he would usually outpace us, however this woodland is too dense to allow him to gain any distance from us.  Traversing this terrain is like second nature to us.
More noises arise from behind us now.
The indelicate oaf or oafs, who ruined our element of surprise, are also in pursuit.
I am able now, to smell them.
The undeniable stench of human beings, the hunt just became a lot more dangerous.
I emit a low howl, sending a warning of the new danger.  The songs of my party start to echo around us.
We are twelve strong, it is likely that we outnumber them.  With any luck, our calls will scare them into turning back.
Sharp, whining whistles pierce the air.
At least two of my family cry out as they are struck by sharp sticks.
Our prey is long gone.
We have only two options before us; to flee or fight.  A choice that the two legged monsters have just made for us.
This we all know we’ll, our cries turn rumbling snarls in our throats as we turn to face our foes.
The clash, violent and bloody, is over in a matter of minutes, our claws and teeth, no match for their cold, shiny tools.
My pack are either dead or scattered.
Theirs is regrouping.
All save one.
The scent of cowardice splits off from the others when the fighting broke out.  It has retreated to, what he believes to be, out of harm’s way.
His blood is rich and well fed, perhaps even human royalty.
This is no time to be licking wounds.
Shame, anger and an aching hunger drive me towards where he is hid.
He stands next to a high-bread pony, a mere boy barely breaching his adolescence, clutching the lines that bind his equestrian companion in one hand.
In the other, a grand tool, clearly forged for a human of far superior skill and age than this pup.
A short way off there is a person, the pre-pubescent prince’s guard perhaps.
It takes no effort at all, injured as I am to slip past him unnoticed.
Waiting until I am within attacking distance, I let out a low growl, to give my victim fair warning as well as a sense of fear.
He cries out in alarm.
The horse bolts, yanking the lines from his grip as I push him to the ground.
The shiny tool is knocked away, out of reach.
He throws his arms up to protect himself so I sink my teeth into the one closest to me.
A sharp stick whistles over my back, grazing my fur as it passes.
Releasing the limp arm, I turn my attention to the guardian, however there is no need as I see two of my siblings pounce, taking him down.
Movement behind me indicates the child’s attempts to flee.
Turning swiftly, I clamp my jaws around his leg before he has the chance to struggle to his feet.
Fear glazes his eyes as he attempts to kick me away.
To no avail.
Ensuring that he is sufficiently wounded enough to prevent any further escape attempt, I release him, ready to finish him off.
There is a new smell.
I hesitate.
My blood freezes.
An apprehensive growl rises in my throats and my fur stands on end.
A figure approaches.
It’s scent is completely unrecognizable, yet so dense that it chokes my senses.
My vision starts to blur, however I can still make out that, whatever it is, it has the appearance of a human male.
It makes it’s way towards me, exuding an unseen pressure in my direction, so severe that I am forced down until my legs begin to buckle under me, pushing me backwards.
Within a few short moments, it stands between me and my long forgotten prey.
It speaks using a human voice and human words.  I can hear a second voice from it at a level that no human will ever hear.
The first of these voices calms the young prince, whereas the second voice hisses and scratches, knitting together dark and unnatural spells of magic.
It draws me, unwilling, into submission, ebbing away at my very life force.
My world is going dark, all sounds fade and as I take my last breaths, I can see this creature’s true form.
I am afraid.

Getting Started


Your Day

To begin at the beginning makes the most sense, so let me take you back over a decade. Back to when a expectant young woman finished training in media at college and university and set off into the wide world to work doing what she loved.

It started off rather well, due to being noticed for a talent in editing during her first (and only) work experience placement, she was offered a job as a production secretary for an online comedy clip show. The majority of the work was easy, straightforward and fun, it was only when it came to human interaction that she faltered. ”Never mind,” thought she, “it’s something I’ll get better at with the more experience that I gain.” Unfortunately such experience had an unfortunately short deadline, after the tenty-five episode contract was up, the two companies that funded the show decided that, due to many conflict…

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Published? Who me?


I am simply that.  Published.  Self-published.

Only digital for the time being, a hard copy to follow once I’ve finished polishing the edges and typing up the dear-god-why-did-I-start-this glossary.

If you happen to download a copy, please go to good reads and give me a quick review.  I’ve not had much by way of feedback and am honestly getting a tad curious as to what people think of it.

Can you describe them?


One of the key elements to my writing style for The Weathered Kingdoms, is the fact that I don’t include a lot of descriptions.  Bare minimum, in fact.  I have chosen to do this as I wish for my readers to create their own, very personal images of the characters and locations.  

That being said, I have decided to include descriptions of one physical attribute of each of the main characters, to lend depth.  These are few examples of what I’m including;

Proof Readers Please


I have finished the writing and typing up of The Weathered Kingdoms.

Three years of writing and a few weeks of typing have brought me the accomplishment of 15500 words over 28 basically formatted a4 pages.  And now it need to make sure that it actually makes sense.

During the typing process I changed a few names which need to be checked for continuity.  My grammar is also quite poor, especially, I believe, my use of apostrophes when used to identify a possession.  Not to mention the fact that I typed the whole thing out using an iPad and, whilst I tried to catch every auto correct that tried to insert itself, I’m fairly certain a few remain.

I feel the need to point out that, despite the fact that it is a story aimed at children, it is very wordy.  I will not be editing this issue.  Simply put, this is how I write.  When I was a child, I would read books that were more advanced that my own vocabulary because of the superior story quality.  If there was a word that I did not understand, I would learn it, and in doing so, expand my knowledge of the English language.  This is a quality that I am aiming to inspire in my younger readers.  I will include a glossary at the end of the book and also on this site (to save the digital readers the hassle).

If there is anyone out there that is interested in doing a bit of proof reading for this story, leave a comment on this page or message me via my Facebook page.