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Lorath...
~*~ The air was hot and muggy, and sweat dripped down the little man's neck. But his work was finally done. The soil was tilled and ready to be planted; he would do that tomorrow. For now, rest. Lorath trudged inside, satisfied with a job well done. His knee ached from the beating he had taken the other day.
Luckily he hadn't been carrying much gold; he spent most of what he had on a shawl for his wife, which wouldn't be ready for another two days. The thieves that robbed him on the street found that he had very little and only knocked him out in their anger.
"Moira?" he called as he hung up his cloak. She didn't answer. She was probably in the village. She never told him where she was going anymore. She just wanted to get away from him. How could she care for one so weak and cowardly as he? ~*~
But that was long ago. If she knew what he had become--how powerful he had become--she would have stayed. She could have had all she ever wanted. But no...she made her choice. Lorath wouldn't dwell on that now. He didn't need her. He didn't need anyone anymore.
Hm...He sniffed the air. The castle was getting dusty and smelled of mold. That would need to be fixed. He thought about using his magic to clean, but his powers were not worth wasting on such a menial task as that. With a snort and a flash of his massive wings, the Great Black Dragon shrank in a cloud of purple smoke, and in his place stood the short, thin man once again. Though instead of a cowering weakling, he was almost giddy with his power. He wore a manic smile in place of a fearful grimace, and walked with a spring in his step. A trip to the nearest village was necessary. He needed a housekeeper.
~*~ The air was hot and muggy, and sweat dripped down the little man's neck. But his work was finally done. The soil was tilled and ready to be planted; he would do that tomorrow. For now, rest. Lorath trudged inside, satisfied with a job well done. His knee ached from the beating he had taken the other day.
Luckily he hadn't been carrying much gold; he spent most of what he had on a shawl for his wife, which wouldn't be ready for another two days. The thieves that robbed him on the street found that he had very little and only knocked him out in their anger.
"Moira?" he called as he hung up his cloak. She didn't answer. She was probably in the village. She never told him where she was going anymore. She just wanted to get away from him. How could she care for one so weak and cowardly as he? ~*~
But that was long ago. If she knew what he had become--how powerful he had become--she would have stayed. She could have had all she ever wanted. But no...she made her choice. Lorath wouldn't dwell on that now. He didn't need her. He didn't need anyone anymore.
Hm...He sniffed the air. The castle was getting dusty and smelled of mold. That would need to be fixed. He thought about using his magic to clean, but his powers were not worth wasting on such a menial task as that. With a snort and a flash of his massive wings, the Great Black Dragon shrank in a cloud of purple smoke, and in his place stood the short, thin man once again. Though instead of a cowering weakling, he was almost giddy with his power. He wore a manic smile in place of a fearful grimace, and walked with a spring in his step. A trip to the nearest village was necessary. He needed a housekeeper.
Faye and Jain
An arrow sliced neatly through the air and buried into its target. The buck dropped before it knew what hit it.
Jain emerged from her hiding place in the brush, and knelt over the limp form, a tear trailing down her cheek. She placed a gentle hand over the buck's heart, no longer beating. "You have died so that I may live. Forgive me. Your sacrifice is honorable; I thank you." With a deft movement she removed the arrow and tied a line to the animal's rear legs, ready to string it up so as to clean her kill.
A curious voice floated over to her from farther back in the woods. "Did you get it?"
"Yes, sister. We won't go hungry tonight."
The dragon picked her way through the bushes and trees, making hardly a sound for such a large animal. She cocked her head and snorted. "Great. When you are done crying over it shall we eat?"
The redhead shot her a sharp glare. "Please, show some respect for the life that was lost. Now, why don't you start up a fire for us? Just a small one to cook. We won't need much."
Faye lowered her head. she knew that her remark had hurt her sister. "I'm sorry. I'll go take care of the fire." She started gathering some pieces of wood into a small pile while Jain worked to skin and divide the buck.
An arrow sliced neatly through the air and buried into its target. The buck dropped before it knew what hit it.
Jain emerged from her hiding place in the brush, and knelt over the limp form, a tear trailing down her cheek. She placed a gentle hand over the buck's heart, no longer beating. "You have died so that I may live. Forgive me. Your sacrifice is honorable; I thank you." With a deft movement she removed the arrow and tied a line to the animal's rear legs, ready to string it up so as to clean her kill.
A curious voice floated over to her from farther back in the woods. "Did you get it?"
"Yes, sister. We won't go hungry tonight."
The dragon picked her way through the bushes and trees, making hardly a sound for such a large animal. She cocked her head and snorted. "Great. When you are done crying over it shall we eat?"
The redhead shot her a sharp glare. "Please, show some respect for the life that was lost. Now, why don't you start up a fire for us? Just a small one to cook. We won't need much."
Faye lowered her head. she knew that her remark had hurt her sister. "I'm sorry. I'll go take care of the fire." She started gathering some pieces of wood into a small pile while Jain worked to skin and divide the buck.
Your posts don't have to be this big, but I am telling two stories; Lorath's and my other two charries, so I'm making mine a bit bigger.
