Then he heard more screams of people echoing in the village; he did away with one dog but there would be many more in the village. Vaeludar wasted no time of flying back to the village to deal with the pack of Black Dogs roaming freely around his village, and he saw a great many of them in the outfields.
Many dogs were chasing people not in the buildings but out in the open, which would be easy prey for the dogs to feast upon. Vaeludar immediately flew in the direction he saw most of the dogs. While flying in the air, he skimmed above the long wheat plants. Vaeludar head-butted into a single dog and sent it flying into a tree trunk.
Then, while he was still flying, Vaeludar slammed his legs against two Black Dogs and whipped his tail at another that sent the dog flying toward two other dogs.
The other Black Dogs Vaeludar had yet to harm drew their attention to the hybrid flying their way. The bloody, vicious hounds charged toward the flying hybrid. They aimed and jumped upon the hybrid.
Vaeludar found a dozen Black Dogs hurling themselves upon him. His body fell beneath a dozen dogs tugging on his tail and wings. He felt his bare skin being clawed, bitten, and drooled on, but he felt no pain. While he had skin strong as gold-steel armor, many dogs were overwhelming him and his ability to see.
He could have burned them with great fire, but he could cause a wildfire that burned the wheat plants to ashes, destroying one of the main food sources that the village lives on.
Then Vaeludar growled and grunted fiercely and used his arms and elbows to push back against the pack of dogs he didn’t want as loyal pets. The spikes on his arms clawed back against the Black Dogs.
Grabbing the throat of a Black Dog, he growled loudly at it, before squeezing his hand hard and snapping the dog’s neck. Vaeludar tossed the dead away and turn to see more dogs coming toward him, an entire pack of Black Dogs cornering their prey as if they were wolves.
Vaeludar charged first, stinging his tail at three dogs at once. After his first attack, the dogs attacked back. Vaeludar used his wings to cover his backside, so no dog would tackle him from behind. He leaned forward and placed his arms on the ground, as if he was becoming a four-legged beast.
He stumbled and rolled over many dogs as many were jumping on him at once. Single-handedly, Vaeludar fought like a beast and clawed down many of the dogs roaming around him and saw as many threats to the village he grew up in.
One dog managed to jump onto his shoulders and bite one of the hybrid’s ears, trying to tear it off; Vaeludar felt his ear being bit and the dog trying to rip off his ear, pulling his head in the process. He dug the claws from one hand into the dog’s skull and heaved the black furred beast off him. Using the other hand, he scratched the eyes of two Black Dogs biting on his hind legs.
Then the claws of his wings pierced at Black Dogs attacking him from behind. He curled his body and rolled while trying to break from the scratching claws and biting teeth of the black hounds.
After breaking free from their grip, Vaeludar swing freely, and with one whip of his tail, the last living Black Dogs were hurled from their charging stampede and back slightly to the Greenwood Forest.
Whatever dogs were still alive or being tossed away got to their feet, howled cowardly and retreated back into the woods they came from.
Vaeludar snorted at his victory against a pack of dogs that could have downed the entire village. Once again, he proved victorious over a vicious threat. He turned back to see other Black Dogs across the village running away from the village’s buildings.
“Cowardly dogs, but smart cowardly dogs,” said Vaeludar. “Now what other threat does this village have coming?”
“Thieves” said the town’s crier. “Thieves are stealing the Master’s horses.”
Vaeludar blinked at another set of alarming news: thieves stealing horses. Horses belonging to Geraldus weren’t very alarming at all. Of course, those horses were very special horses: a rare breed of horse that could run twice as fast as a Unicorn.
“They were last seen riding to the east,” the crier continued.
Vaeludar sighed and headed in the direction of the thieving riders. “Of all threats considered, human riders want to steal horses?” he asked himself. He flew with great haste to catch up to them, dreading having to scour the entire countryside for these thieves.
For a brief while, Vaeludar flew over the mist of a thousand trees. Many of these trees covered many pathways. For a soldier riding on a horse tracking the thieves would’ve been difficult, but the hybrid had the eyes of an eagle and the nose of a hunting dog. He was picking up the scent of a group of sweating humans. He could easily tell they had a good head start away from the nearest garrison of riding soldiers.
Vaeludar was going to have to dive in deeper beneath the trees if he was going to have a better chance of spotting the thieves. He could only smell the thieves riding on the horses, and he was catching up to them. The problem was the many trees he was passing by that he could easily plow into.
Among the autumn color leaves of the trees, there was a small clearing. Vaeludar quickly dove into the clearing. Quickly swerving through the clearing between hundreds of branches and leaves, Vaeludar dropped openly over a pathway.
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