Teran stretched her silky naked skin a faint bronze among the furs. She cocks her head smiling at the screams of Kreon, continous even this late in the afternoon. No matter how much pain she sent through his reanimated bodies he still would disobey her.
“Time to have another chat,” teran murmured as she stood and gazed at her naked form briefly in the silvered mirror before casually tossing a a fur robe about her shoulders.
Kreon felt as if his brain was melting ,the white hot poker fro mthe night before had blossomed into a raging inferno that left him whimpering clawing at his shackles, reaching for anything to end the agony of his renewed existance.
“Tell me minion, does the pain give you pleasure?”
Teran’s voice shattered the globe of pain and Kreon’s vision slowly faded from white on white sun bursts to the hazy mist of shadows.
“Burn in hell!” Kreon screamed as he arched his back as the pain enveloped him once more.
“I don’t think so, I escaped from there once before, I have no desire to return.” Taren smiled coldly her crimson lips pout like.
Taren leaned down her lips brushing Kreon’s ear. “Not yet, you still have work to do.”
“No more, please, end it.”
Taren laughs and the room goes cold.
“I’m sending you off , this time do not fail me.”
The ravens launched into the air a mass of black against the blueness of the sun as Kreon’s screams once more echoed off the mountains.
Esmeraldas wiped her weary eyes. Delnair eased off her mount wincing at the pain as she stretched her legs.
“Frak! My thighs are bloody raw. That bastard could slow the pace a bit.”
“You know he won’t,” rplied Esmeraldas as she wiped her dusty face with a wet rag as she led her mount to water.
The four Guardians had taken up their usual positions while Drago tended their mounts.
“No fire tonight, lasses. trsil rations, a short rest and we leave before the moons have completed their travels across the sky.”
“Do yuo sense something?”
“No daughter, we need to be aboard ship before the tide. The winter storms sometime come early, I wish to avoid that at any cost.”
Drago turns back to the mounts. Delnair sighs and reach’s for her saddlebags.
“I have some jerky and trail bread.”
“Has it fossilized yet?
Delnair chuckles despite her weariness. “I think even Drago would be hurt by it.”
“No thanks then. I’ll just gum the jerky.”
Delnair grunts as she tosses Esmeraldas a mass of dried meat.
Drago eased his massive frame onto the ground and let out a sigh.
“Old age, gets even the strongest of us,” grinned Delnair.
“I’ve seen more lifetimes than you can imagine young whelp,” growled Drago as he raised his wine skin to his lips.
“You old people are all the same, long in the tooth and long winded.”
“You live 2500 winters and see how long winded you get,” Drago grinned at Esmeraldas and Delnair.
“He’s not that old,” whispered Delnair to Esmeraldas.
“I’m to damn tired to care,” replied Esmeraldas as she laid out her blankets.
“It’s going to be a cold night,” sighed Delnair as she placed her blankets next to Esmeraldas. “No fire it seems.”
“As long as you keep me warm it doesn’t matter,” murmured Esmeraldas as Delnair scooted in close and pressed up tight against Esmeraldas.
“Sh, love,” whispered Delnair, “Get some rest.”