The outcast

Trifecta: Week Seventy-Six


This week’s word is blood.

BLOOD (noun)

(1) : the fluid that circulates in the heart, arteries, capillaries, and veins of a vertebrate animal carrying nourishment and oxygen to and bringing away waste products from all parts of the body (2) : a comparable fluid of an invertebrate


b : a fluid resembling blood

: the shedding of blood; also : the taking of life
  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer. 


The Outcast


He ran swiftly and silently through the dense forest.Familiar scent assailed his nostrils.His head filled with memories.His forehead furrowed, eyes widened, wild, and angry and he felt his lips curling over  his teeth ,almost in a fierce snarl!



No,he must move forward or else fall prey to them.




He could hear them baying for his blood!And to think many were his own blood!




Even Kyra!How could she have turned on him and for them!




Traitors!All of them!




But he was not going to give up so easily.He had grown up here and knew every vine,every leaf,every tree,every rock,every stream-the Jungle was his friend.




Running over hidden  burrows,leaping over twisted roots,wading through trickling streams,he ran ,with a purpose.






Dark tree trunks, clumps of bushes, barely visible black trails snaking through the undergrowth appeared shadowy like mysterious beings.There was no  moon shining  but a cloudy patchy sky could be seen in glimpses through tree breaks.But he had no time or the heart to look at these –his goal was near.He had to reach it before dawn arrived.He increased his pace.




He could smell the water-saturated air, rich earth ,the sweet flowers perfuming the air and moss before he saw the beautiful cascading water droplets pattering against rock-his haven!He was glad that he had never revealed this secret cave beyond the waterfall to anyone-now it would be his succour!




But he had to work fast.Just a little off the waterfall ,lay the rotting swamp,infested with crocodiles .He ran carefully around the edge,rolling on the ground-his scent leaving an unmistakable tell-tale trail for the hunters.Then he quickly leapt through the air into the roaring waterfall and disappeared onto the other side-without a trace.






He knew well what would happen as they ran mindlessly, blinded with hate,following his spoor-right into the swamp to become a meal for the ever hungry crocodiles!




Not for nothing was he White Fang,the Alpha male of his pack!





16 thoughts on “The outcast

    • Thanks Suzanne-coming from you,I will take it as high compliment :-)Am off to read & comment on your’s & others now as last night it was too late & I was terribly tired-can’t wait to read cos am sure with this week’s prompt,it must be a veritable feast out there 😀

  1. I had thought he was a fox running from a pack of wolves. I didn’t expect him to be the alpha of the pack. But with that little trick of leaving his scent and losing himself behind the waterfall, he still is a clever little fox 🙂

  2. Your descriptions of the run through the wood and the sky are so rich – I could see it all through White Fang’s eyes – wonderful.

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