Heather: Prowlers

My new idea - for now I'm going to call it Prowlers. Prowlers are like... normal animals and then if they get infected (long process there) they either die or .... bulk out, I suppose is one way to say it. they also get ... crazed, to say the least..

Anyway, this is the blurb.


Harlow Evans- She’s strong-willed, blunt, impulsive and fast. She’s also losing her mind.
James Evans, the elder twin, has run off to join the Sihaerian army – in a war that threatens to last for centuries. A war her father never had the chance to return from.
Maryanne Evans, Harlow’s mother, won’t accept someone else’s charity – even though her illness is threatening to consume her.
Times are desperate and when James tries to desert the Sihaerian army, Harlow learns exactly what it is she needs to do.
What she doesn’t know, however, is that her brother made quite the impression.

That is just the really general idea. And Nat, I gave you the name Harlow as a suggestion before for one of your ideas - I don't know if you used it or not, but if you want me to change it I can.

Ohh and an excerpt seems to be in order... It's un edited. :)


It was a boar; screaming and snorting as he chased her through the forest. He had a crazed look to its wild eyes and was covered in an oozing layer of slime.

Harlow closed her eyes as she ran. Her feet flew through the undergrowth like a fire was on her heels, but with every step her uneasiness grew. Trees passed her in brief flashes of green and brown. Her hair flew out behind her in a long flow of black. Her feet were beyond her own control as she moved; each step quicker than the next. Her breath came out in ragged gasps but she pushed on. She was unstoppable.

The boar was steadily gaining speed, and she felt his hot breath on her back, the slight touch of his horns as he slammed forward. She spared a glance backwards… and held back a scream.

His eyes were black, shining darkly in the moonlight. The boar seemed to double in size under her gaze, muscles stretching – expanding, the horns on either side of his snout elongated and changed from a pale yellow to white. A pair of fangs grew out of the bottom of his mouth.

Harlow pressed forward, ignoring the aches in her limbs and the heaving of her lungs.

A streak of black flashed to her left and she moved faster to avoid whatever it belonged to. It’d be stupid of her to anger another prowler.

Her lungs stung and began to feel as they were shrinking, getting smaller and smaller; blocking off her air supply. Her foot caught on a root sticking out of the forest floor and she tumbled forward. Her long bow and quiver flew off of her back and onto the forest floor several feet in front of her. Harlow gasped and pulled herself forward, squeezing her eyes shut tight as she awaited impact with the beast’s sharp horns and the feel of fangs buried deep in her shoulder.

Also, it is NOT a dream. :)