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« Last post by Belisarius on Today at 12:31:11 AM »Kierrana wound her way up and out of the under hold then made her way up and into the outer perimeter of the main castle where the slaves were held. Not too far from the cliffs for tossing slaves or moving them to the quarries while also far below the wall tops where archers could rain arrows down on them in case of rebellion. It had all happened once and that was why they were so short on slaves now. Over eight score slain within a matter of minutes and now they had less than five score and some of those slain not so long ago were still being dug up in the quarry tunnels from the sections that were force collapsed. Kierrana stood at the iron bars of the slave pen gate and looked at the ragged beasts with disgust, not only because she despised them but because they were blocking her vision. She stood waiting with a twisted snarl on her face until a group had crossed by allowing her to see her target. She pointed at him and gave a loud growl “Drakas get your rump over here ‘NOW’!”
Drakas looked left then right before darting over in a rather needlessly hunched small paced run as if trying to be stealthy even though he was out in the open. He stood straight directly on the other side of the bars from Kierrana and his confidence seemed increased by the fact he was standing out of her arms reach “What is it now you overgrown kit.”
Kierrana squinted at Drakas causing his confidence to vaporize “Frakas is out cold because of that stripedog, and you. Didn’t I tell you two to keep to overseeing and away from conversion tasks?”
Drakas gave Kierrana a look of confusion and insult “Hmph, you took that crazy mouse seriously didn’t you?”
Kierrana growled and gripped the gate bars “You translated his words for me you fool so it was your prediction not his!”
Drakas froze for a moment then shook his head “Wha, look I said the one with a double would imply the one with a twin that’s me and Frakas and fall into a darkened slumber was sleep. I never said I knew how it was going to happen! For all I knew it could have meant a cave in knocked one of us unconscious not a stripedog!”
Kierrana poked her muzzle between the bars “Dark one strikes at all. You said that was Vulpuz coming to take beasts, death.”
Drakas went googly eyed in shock “Wha, you think he’s going to die?”
KIerrana repeated Ueldeon’s words “The motions of night reflect the actions of the day. As with all things the cycle goes on until only night remains, the night where the dark one resides.”
Drakas whispered the words to himself then snorted “Well if darkened slumber was sleep then night is probably sleep so day must be awake. I don’t see how sleep reflects awake unless it means when we dream about the past. As with all things the cycle goes on, well we do live for quite a few more than one day. Until only night remains, long sleep is d… curses I hate this! We need to gut that beast before he drives one of us nuts! Could you imagine how father would react if he got wind of this… if he got wind that we were ‘listening’?”
The gate rattled as Kierrana growled “Mention it and you will go nuts… from pain!”
Drakas jumped backwards then snarled at his sister “Hey I’m not brainless you fool! Why else would you ask me to make sense of that buffoon’s words?”
A wrinkled snout of annoyance was what Drakas received in reply “You are the only one that’s even willing to try and decipher his puzzles of words. And you’re the only one willing to even listen to what he has to say. You’re not brainless you’re a coward.”
There was a snort as Drakas pointed at his sister “Coward no I just know when I’m in over my head like I am now. From this though, from this there is no retreat other than to kill him and be done with his poison whether what he says is true or not! Cryptic messages of what may happen only drive those that is dooms crazy.”
The words were answered with a sharp glare from the tall vixen “Kill a seer, don’t you know what happens when you do that?”
Drakas furrowed his eyebrows and spat at the ground “Mother was a seer, did anybeast suffer when she died, no. The line between truth and illusion is thin with them; such ideas are only to protect them.”
Kierrana pondered his words for a moment then stepped back from the gate “I must inform father of Frakas’s condition. Perhaps you are right and his words were only to protect them. If that is the case he’ll be missing more than just his sight… Drakas.”
The last word in her response had been with a dangerous growl grabbing Drakas’s attention “What is it, another line you want me to recite for your vastly overtaxed brain?”
Paws gripped the gate as Kierrana stepped forwards retaking the ground she had put between them “Make the stripedog’s life miserable until I get back. I have a little example to make of him but I want something the slaves can compare it to.”
Looking at his new whip Drakas grinned as he replied “Crisscross pattern to make the skin peel off in block sound good?”
The tooth exposing grin Kierrana answered him with made him stiffen “No, something a little more to match the heat of his temper. The line iron perhaps… on the shoulder so every time he lifts something he sings a song for the guards to dance their whips to.”
Drakas blinked and nodded, last time Kierrana had used it she scorched the beast down to the bone and then made the pack salt in the wound before stitching it shut. The flashback made even him cringe when he remembered how bad the infection had gotten a while after that. In that poor beast’s case the execution had latterly been a mercy kill after even the guards had started complaining of the stench. His reaction made Kierrana chuckle darkly as she strode off “Harm a fox of this hold and you’ll rot away like a log in the swamp.”
Drakas looked left then right before darting over in a rather needlessly hunched small paced run as if trying to be stealthy even though he was out in the open. He stood straight directly on the other side of the bars from Kierrana and his confidence seemed increased by the fact he was standing out of her arms reach “What is it now you overgrown kit.”
Kierrana squinted at Drakas causing his confidence to vaporize “Frakas is out cold because of that stripedog, and you. Didn’t I tell you two to keep to overseeing and away from conversion tasks?”
Drakas gave Kierrana a look of confusion and insult “Hmph, you took that crazy mouse seriously didn’t you?”
Kierrana growled and gripped the gate bars “You translated his words for me you fool so it was your prediction not his!”
Drakas froze for a moment then shook his head “Wha, look I said the one with a double would imply the one with a twin that’s me and Frakas and fall into a darkened slumber was sleep. I never said I knew how it was going to happen! For all I knew it could have meant a cave in knocked one of us unconscious not a stripedog!”
Kierrana poked her muzzle between the bars “Dark one strikes at all. You said that was Vulpuz coming to take beasts, death.”
Drakas went googly eyed in shock “Wha, you think he’s going to die?”
KIerrana repeated Ueldeon’s words “The motions of night reflect the actions of the day. As with all things the cycle goes on until only night remains, the night where the dark one resides.”
Drakas whispered the words to himself then snorted “Well if darkened slumber was sleep then night is probably sleep so day must be awake. I don’t see how sleep reflects awake unless it means when we dream about the past. As with all things the cycle goes on, well we do live for quite a few more than one day. Until only night remains, long sleep is d… curses I hate this! We need to gut that beast before he drives one of us nuts! Could you imagine how father would react if he got wind of this… if he got wind that we were ‘listening’?”
The gate rattled as Kierrana growled “Mention it and you will go nuts… from pain!”
Drakas jumped backwards then snarled at his sister “Hey I’m not brainless you fool! Why else would you ask me to make sense of that buffoon’s words?”
A wrinkled snout of annoyance was what Drakas received in reply “You are the only one that’s even willing to try and decipher his puzzles of words. And you’re the only one willing to even listen to what he has to say. You’re not brainless you’re a coward.”
There was a snort as Drakas pointed at his sister “Coward no I just know when I’m in over my head like I am now. From this though, from this there is no retreat other than to kill him and be done with his poison whether what he says is true or not! Cryptic messages of what may happen only drive those that is dooms crazy.”
The words were answered with a sharp glare from the tall vixen “Kill a seer, don’t you know what happens when you do that?”
Drakas furrowed his eyebrows and spat at the ground “Mother was a seer, did anybeast suffer when she died, no. The line between truth and illusion is thin with them; such ideas are only to protect them.”
Kierrana pondered his words for a moment then stepped back from the gate “I must inform father of Frakas’s condition. Perhaps you are right and his words were only to protect them. If that is the case he’ll be missing more than just his sight… Drakas.”
The last word in her response had been with a dangerous growl grabbing Drakas’s attention “What is it, another line you want me to recite for your vastly overtaxed brain?”
Paws gripped the gate as Kierrana stepped forwards retaking the ground she had put between them “Make the stripedog’s life miserable until I get back. I have a little example to make of him but I want something the slaves can compare it to.”
Looking at his new whip Drakas grinned as he replied “Crisscross pattern to make the skin peel off in block sound good?”
The tooth exposing grin Kierrana answered him with made him stiffen “No, something a little more to match the heat of his temper. The line iron perhaps… on the shoulder so every time he lifts something he sings a song for the guards to dance their whips to.”
Drakas blinked and nodded, last time Kierrana had used it she scorched the beast down to the bone and then made the pack salt in the wound before stitching it shut. The flashback made even him cringe when he remembered how bad the infection had gotten a while after that. In that poor beast’s case the execution had latterly been a mercy kill after even the guards had started complaining of the stench. His reaction made Kierrana chuckle darkly as she strode off “Harm a fox of this hold and you’ll rot away like a log in the swamp.”
May 22, 2012, 02:15:11 AM