Hecates curse

Yellow eyes pierced through the mist of the stormy night; cutting everything they dare to look at, everything ‘it’ touched with its sharp talons. This creature of the night causes a symphony of screams to echo off the walls of anonymous houses. It was a cacophony of brutality; the screams of a dying person. Blood stained the paws of this merciless beast. She ran down the cobble stone pathway, a clambering hand reached for the air in front of her. A single hand held up the skirts of her petticoat; she was cautious not to trip. She panted and her legs lurched lethargically. She had a head start and was running as fast as she could; but even she knew that she couldn’t stay ahead for long. Her eyes were unseeing in the iridescent light of a single street lamp. Her hair flopped in her face as she ran, but she wouldn’t let that stop her, she couldn’t let them get to her. She had one thing going for her and that was the darkness, she could hide in the shadows when she needed, but even she knew that wouldn’t stop them. She herd the constant patter of her boot heels slapping the cobble stones harshly and knew she had to be more silent. She was fast but soon came the time when they were upon her, a shrilling howl rang through her ears like a fork against a china plate. Stopping in her tracks, her eyes darted to the trees on her left, she saw a flash of brown fur. “They found me” she whispered to self. Bending down, hands shook to find the knife sheathed to her ankle. She pulled the knife out of its leather pouch and let its weightlessness give her a small sense of solace.