Furry-Within

The panther Ate slowly, he liked being hungry. The pain kept him sharp and alert. Being full made you fat and complacent. He only ate a little, but he ate fast. Poking at the cloth.
He stopped dead in his tracks as he examined the cloth. His eyes closed as he gripped it tight in his fist. Not saying a word.
When His eyes opened again there was this hard look. Something fierce and defiant.  His jaws clenched tightly as he sat there. Staring into nothing.
  He didn't have the heart to tell the others. Instead he tied that bit of cloth around his wrist. Letting the bunny rest.
It wasn't long after till he saw him again. The General on top of the wall, Arashi gave a little whistle. shaking Neris awake.  Knowing something was going to happen.
  And so it did. the gate lifted as slaves poorly armed with shields and spears and various other weapons and farm implements.
   The panther got up Readying himself. He put the broken arrow into Neris paws. His back to Mikk and Neris.
  "First one to kill them gets to go free"! The general shouted.
  Arashi's hand's opened and closed as he prepared himself.  There was six of them. he let out a low growl, crouching.
  So this is how it was going to be, nothing but entertainment until they died. Fuck it, he wasn't going to go without a fight.

Mikkaddo heard the gate open and then the General's words registered in his head. He turned to see the open gate, the slaves rushing toward them with crude implements. He stood ready, making certain he was in front of the bunny but a bit behind Arashi.

This was it, this was their purpose now. Entertainment through murder, they'd be tested until they died. He'd heard stories about it before his village had been destroyed. Ancient civilizations used to pit slaves against each other as grand entertainment.

He was ready though, the first slave came rushing at them quick, rushing directly at Arashi and being dealt with in no time, the other 5 stayed back, shocked and confused. They were untrained, just as the three were, but they were now facing the truth that Mikk and the other two had faced long ago, this was either the end of THEIR life, or the others.

Mikkaddo moved to Arashi's side, and let the sword rest on one of his shoulders, and used his free hand to taunt one of the bigger slaves into rushing him. He grabbed the hilt with both hands, as the idiot ran directly at him with a makeshift club. The wolf brought down the sword over his head at the rushing slave, cleaving half way into his chest, then kicking at the dying body, it took several times before it finally fell down into the mud under his sword. "We're going to survive this Arashi . . . if I have to kill every slave and guard in this place myself."

Getting woken up from my slumber i slowly rub my eyes looking around having forgotten where i was at.  Then having it dawn on me.  Seeing Arashi stand up as i follow suit.  Looking up to the General as he stated that we were going to fight other slaves.  My eyes go wide with fear, as an arrow is thrusted into my hands for a weapon.  Looking to Arashi then to Mik wondering how in the hell was i supposed to kill someone with a fucking arrow. Feeling Arashi at my back and Mik coming a bit to my side and yet infront of me to protect.  Taking in a deep breath letting it go slowly.  Glad to know that them two were gun ho on surrviving.  My ears lowered back against my head while i remain still holding the arrow. 

Seeing the only slave that rushed in with a club moved to get killed by Mik.  I kneel down and scramble for the club, since it was better than a sword.  Getting up and moving back towards Arashi and Mik.  On of the more timid slave moved to try and attack me.  Hearing him coming up behind me as i turn blocking the club with my own.  Fight or flight activated in my system as i turn just in time to block the one moving to attack me.  Being smaller helped to my advatage as i dodged his blow moving backwards, getting in a few hits myself to try and slow him down.  When getting back to ARashi and Mik allowed either one of them to finish the slave that had started to attack me.  When that slave was killed and kicked off to the side i held his weapon and gave it to Arashi to have something better to guard himself than an arrow held.  The three of us now armed and ready to kill what was thrown at us.  Keeping my eyes upon the other slaves.

A question had popped into my mind.- I thought the general wanted me alive to allow the guards to have their way with me?  Why is he wasting his slaves on me? -having ment that to be internally but it was spoke allowed for Mik and Arashi to hear me.~

Arashi took the spear from Neris. Turning to cover their blind spot. Mikkaddo on his left, Neris on his right.  He held the spear in both hands as he prepared himself.
  It was damn near impossible to keep track of so many furs.  Being chained in the middle did not help their cause. Making it easier for the attackers to soround them.  Arashi trusted with his spear  catching the shield full on pushing the fur back, over extending himself.
Arashi felt the arrow before it hit him, making him step backwords. Pausing for a moment. The arrow just south of his heart.
  Arashi attacker took the opportunity to charge.  The panther didn't think, only react as he trusted into the shielded furs foot. His right hand thrusting as his left tore the arrow from his chest thrusting it into his eye socket. The Adrinaline did only so much. The pain made him howl as he gritted his teeth.
focus... he thought to himself. Trying to ignore the bleeding and pain. His hands trembled as he gripped the spear picking out the archer.
It took everything he had in him to send the spear through the air.barrying it low on the archers gut.
There was no reprieve for him as he pulled on the shield. His shake hands drawing the machete like blade. He held the shield high, leveling out the small blade.
He heard Neris's question. A little chuckle escaped his lips, he instantly regretted laughing as pain set in like a wave. This was not an easy fight.
" If I was him, I'd be more afraid of you giving him a good pounding with your club, not the other way around."

Mikkaddo was still reeling, his first taste of blood, he was pretty sure he could actually taste it! The blade didn't even feel all that heavy in his hands anymore. That's when he finally looked, the world was so slow! he could see the rain falling and it felt like he could move his hand past each drop before it fell, that's when he saw what was coming at him. Another huge figure, this one wasn't a  slave though, it was a guard! The wolf was guessing the sword he'd gotten before was stolen from a guard by an enterprising slave, and now he was here to get it back himself. He was wearing armor too, chainmail but still, it was thick and would be difficult to get past.

Mikkaddo growled at him, feeling like 3 others were all screaming from within him at once, and swung his arms together as one bring the sword down over his head again, everything ended up even slower for just a moment, he saw the man trying to lunge forward toward him, to get him before the blade could. The wolf was ready though, he ducked down, feeling the weight of the sword keep it on track, and JUMPED forward, moving a foot to step into the guard's chest. The sword was hit with the sudden shift in his position and momentum, and suddenly was pointed forward, then he was standing up on top of the man for an eternal instant. The sword was buried almost to the handguard down the man's throat, straight through his mouth.

He was shocked, terrified, this instant was surrounding him, and making him understand. He'd just killed 2 people . . . two lives ended within seconds of each other because of him. TWO SOULS had been lost because of his own actions. But it was fine he told himself, he had to, if he hadn't he'd have been killed. The others would have too! But he felt it, like a pair of ice cold hands grasping his shoulders, like a hot breath against his neck. A deep voice echoed inside him "Yes, you HAD to . . . after all, if they got to her first, you wouldn't have YOUR chance at that fresh meat." He spun and the time came back to him, his legs shot forward and the blade pulled back, slicing the man's face in half and ripping a few ringlets of his chainmail open.

He was spinning in the air and fell backward, the blade nearly crushing his chest, he could hear a crack! it was only later he would realize the crack was the sound of the dead guard's neck snapping in half. He pushed the blade off of himself and then slowly stood up, on his hands and knees then getting up, he pulled at the blade, but it was stuck in something, he turned and jerked it. He could hear something creaking and wrenching and tearing and finally another solid SNAP! he didn't bother to look to see what happened, just to make sure the blade was still solid. He turned as another guard was on him, apparently they didn't like his choice to kill someone.

He threw an arm forward at the man, it gets caught in his mouth, being bitten by the guy. Then he throws his other arm forward, the blade came down against the guard's back. The guard's mouth shot open as he screamed in agony and Mikkaddo kicked him hard in the chest, pushing him down and standing on his chest, and then took the sword with both hands, standing over him, the blade over his unguarded chest, and he screamed like a beast as he brought it down into the man's flesh. The guard's uninjured arm shot up as he tried to scream
NO!" but it was shortly cut off by the sound of him gurgling on his own blood, his arm shakily falling to the ground.

Seeing both Arashi and Mik fight the on coming enemies as they charge at us.  My ears lowered back as i hold onto the club, Wanting to fight with them.  FEeling scared as i swing it hitting a couple to get them to back off.  I wasn't a fighter, for goddess sake I was a rabbit!  Everything in my body told me to run, and run fast. Unable to run and hide I watch the hordes come at us it was never going to end until we were dead. A high pitched sound came from me, thinking i was screaming wanting it to stop. Even if i gave myself over to the stupid comander, trading my body for their freedom they would still come back for me.  Or worst case he would keep them there as they did terrible things to my body.  Defending myself when i can wanting it to stop wanting to escape.  I turn to the Commander-  If you stop this now!  and Let them go!  I'll do anything you want!

The other slaves kept coming over and over again!  "STop this because you are loosing your Slave's you can sell!  SEnding them to their death!  Me and you stop this senseless fighting. "  The commander has the guards to halt the incoming slaves.  He was seriously thinking it over. My heart was racing in my chest as i kept my ears back against my head while i held still, scared of what he would do.  Scared for my own life and what this would mean to me.  Already having seen my mother raped, tortured and then killed before me.  Her death flashed through my eyes as i held still between the two.

Arashi held his hand over his wound. Trying to stem the bleeding. His chest heaved for breath as his lips remained open. Each breathfelt harder and harder to get. His lips parted as he sucked in air.
He could See Mikk fightijng on.Arashi's limbs felt heavy as he forced himself to move. Thrusting with a  spear, trying to keep another gaurd at bay.
That's went he felt it a spear parting his flesh from behind. The panther looked down at his chest. Watching as the spear pulled back. He turned just in time to watch as Mikk Cut him down.
  His legs trembled as he dropped to his knee's. His vision blurring. Curious thing... this feeling that over took him as he tried to force himself to live. Arashi dragged himself forward trying to fight.  Yet his limbs failed him as he dropped to the muddy ground, unable to lift himself again. The world slowly recided from him... Leaving him in a void of blackness. ..

There were even more guards now, surrounding all three of them, this was over, the slaves they'd sent in to kill them were all on the ground, or in pieces, and there were several guards among the corpses. Mikkaddo knew it was probably the end, but he was determined to not go down without a fight, he really did think for a while that he could get away. Even WITH the two of them . . . but he realized now it was hopeless.

But he was going down fighting no matter what. Three guards crowded around him now that Arashi was gone, he'd really wanted the kid to survive . . . he knew the two of them together could do great things . . . he didn't know the rabbit even as well as the panther but, he didn't like that she was going to suffer too. But now he had 3 men to deal with. One of them came at him and got the sword he was using coming down at his shoulder, but the blood rage was waning, and his strength was too. It clanged against his chestplate and he laughed, grabbing it and ripping it from the wolf. Another guard grabbed both of his arms from behind and the third struck him across the face. He could feel his head turn and only by what he could image was pure will, did not break.

Then, the first guard brought a fist up into his abdomen, punching deep, it felt like the fist nearly hit his spine, as it landed he cried out in agony, spitting blood onto the muddy ground.

His sight started to go dim, this was it . . . they were killing him, and they wouldn't even kill him like Arashi, nice and quick . . . no they'd stay here and beat him to death. Then, the guard behind him let go, and unable to even breathe properly he fell down helpless to the ground, unable to stop it as the guard's leg came up and then slammed down with a CRACK! against his ribs. He coughed blood and screams against the pain but it didn't matter. The world went black and his body went limp.

Suddenly, it was like he was staring down at himself from afar. He could see the setting all around him, but he couldn't touch anything like it was miles away even though it seemed to be right before him. He reached out to the rabbit but before his hand could come near her a guard stepped in front of him, and then he felt something, like an itch in the back of his mind. His body was being moved and he heard something.

The captain was standing on the edge. "I think we finally broke them . . . well, those two for sure." he walked toward the three, Mikkaddo ran toward him screaming in rage and jumped at the man's form, falling down behind him somehow, the Captain acting as though he'd not even seen the wolf. "Yeah . . . take this one to The Cauldron, he'll make a nice meal."

One of the guards picked up Mikkaddo's limp form and said "well, what about this one?" The Captain came over to the wolf's body, Mikkaddo screaming from a distance at the impossible scene. "Hmm . . ." the Captain came closer, and put an ear to Mikkaddo's chest." Oh for fuck's sake, he's not even dead! can't you blithering idiots do a single damned thing RIGHT?"

"So we should kill him?" one of the guards asked, and was promptly smacked across the face. "no . . . put him back in the barracks . . . any luck and the rest will eat him alive . . . after all" the captain grinned darkly at them. "Those was their family he just slaughtered . . ."

Seeing both of them fall to the beating the guards had giving them.  The captain walking over to me as he grabs me by the ears.  I scream out struggling to get free of his hold upon my ears.  Another guard walks over and undoes my feet only to chain them together and then my wrists behind my back and to my ankles preventing me from attacking them.  Throwing over of a guards shoulder as I get taken away from the both of them.  Screaming a high pitched sound scared of what was going to happen to me. -  You have to heal them!  You promised! - the commander just laughs as he follows behind me.-  I didn't promise anything...And you will meet the same fate as your mother.   If you behave..i can see you have a life better than the scum we are going to sell. -his laughter echos in the air as i was taken into his tent. 

When getting into his tent my wrists were unchained from my ankles. I was left standing there as he hooked the chain to my wrists to the post above my head, forcing me to bend over with my arms being pulled up into the air.  Whimpering and crying out as i struggle to ease the pain in my shoulders.  The guard kicked my feet apart and placed a spreader bar between my ankles forcing them wider than i have ever had them spread.  The guard runs his hand along my vagina seeing it wasn't wet, he would start to tease my folds with his fingers working my body slowly so i would become aroused.  Unable to get there because of how scared i was, the guard slaps my ass bending over my small body he whispers in my ear.- you will enjoy pain-my eyes go wide as i struggle in the bindings unable to move.  The guard heads over to a small metal heater in the commanders tent as he strokes the fire to get it hotter setting in a branding iron to be ready for the commander to use.  The guard leaves the tent, leaving me to struggle in my bindings.  I try to free myself of them, but they were to tight for me to escape from.  Tears fall down my face as i was left there my stomach twisted as i throw up from being scared of what was going to happen.  The commander came into the tent seeing me throw up onto the ground as he moves step out then coming back with a bucket of water as he dumped it over my body, yelping from the cold water as i tremble standing there now dripping wet.

He sneered at me as he slowly walks around my body examining it closely. Running his fingers over my rags, he moved to rip them off my body with ease.  He moved his fingers between my legs as he shoved them up into my tight little hole.  Grinning noticing that i was tight and still a virgin.  I cry out as i try to pull away he moved to slap my ass grabbing onto my ears.- stay put slave! -crying as i remained still.  He pulled his fingers away from my pussy and walked over to the metal fire pit, pulling out the fire brand as he walks up behind me looking for a good place to put his mark upon my body.  He comes to face the front of me, as he places the mark against the front of my face upon my right cheek pushing it as the fur and flesh burn under it.  I scream out in pain as he holds my face in place. Loosing my bodily functions due to the pain I black out from the pain my body going limp as my arms are unable to hold up my body weight.  He laughs walking away as he shoves it back into the fire.  Coming back to me he slaps my face on the other side, being unresponsive he heads to the tent flap and orders for a couple more buckets of water. 

They are brought to him as they are placed inside the tent, he picks up on of them and tosses it over me as he glares his eyes narrowed in anger.-  You are not allowed to pass out!  Each time you do that is a 10 lashes against your back side.  -he grins as he walks behind me pulling out a whip as he starts to cut into my skin with the leather going for 20 lashes with his whip.  My skin is cut from each hit, crying with each hit of the whip as i remain there tied and bleeding from it.   He stops and admires what he has done so far to my body.  He unties his leather pants his cock was already hard and ready.  Not caring if my body was ready for it he steps up behind me and shoves it deep into my ass.  My eyes bugging out of my head as i scream, my throat hurting from it as i go horse from it.  More tears fall down my face as i struggle to breath passed the pain.  He rips my ass up with his huge cock, sliding it in and out of my tiny hole. His cock throbbed in my ass as i cry out feeling him shoot his cum deep in side me.  He would pull out letting it hang there between his legs.  He would shove his cock back into his pants.  Picking up some shackles as he unties my wrists as i drop to the floor before him.  He would put the shackles over my wrists as they close over my hands preventing me from picking the lock.  He would lock them to the beam of his tent leaving me there, he would walk through his tent flap to deal with the rest of the slaves.

All he could remember was blackness, The feeling of floating and no pain.  Arashi heard them talk about his body, what they planned on doing with it.
  That is when he heard it...Another voice.
Still Haven't given up yet? It said to him, A strange Female voice, oddly comforting. It laughed at him. Yet He could not respond..
   I Like it little dark one.. It said to him Open your eyes little one..

It was almost as if the voice gave him strength, His vision cleared. To his horror he was serrounded by dead. Dead furs in various states, some skinned others laying there to be processed. That etheral voice laughed at him, and the voices of the dead fallowed. All laughing at him, until it quited once again. Only the butcher seemed unaware of this.
  Give Up allready little one...Forget this world and join your kin...
 
It was tempting to simply give in, to fallow that soothing voice. Yet he could not, "NO"! His mind screamed as he tried to move his limbs... And yet he could not move.
  That voice laughed at him I like you kitten, Perhaps we can make a deal? Become mine and I will give you what you desire?

That voice made his soul shiver, and yet he wanted to live. The voice laughed at him again Excellent kitten...Rise, Reek your vengance and honor me with death!

He heard it first, A rythmic sound, faint and distant growing closer. Until it was like a steady drum. Pounding in his ears, It took him a moment to realize that was the sound of his heart. His eye's moved, something he couldn't do before. It was as if he had control of his body again.
  His hands curled around a broken bone. His body moved slowly at first, Quite as death.  It was as if his body was being controlled, His arm wrapped around the butchers mouth. That sharp bone sliding easily into his throat.
He held him until he knew the butcher was dead, Thats when it hit him. Like an orgasm that made him want more. Arashi dropped the body, Letting it half lay in the fires.
  It was as if darkness wrapped itself around the panther. His fur covered in blood as he moved. It felt as if everything around him was moving... slower. It was then did he smell him, The captain.

Standing alone with his cock out, The sound of piss hitting the ground. Slowly he crept up upon the captain. That bone held tight in his hands, Slowly Arashi stood as the captain turned. That bit of bone flashed out slicing his throat. A shallow cut, but deep enough that the captain could not cry out.
  The panther did the only thing he could Rushing in he tackled the captain. Together they faught amongst the ground. kicking and biting until the captain pinned the panther to the ground. they both faught over the bit of bone. Arashi desperately trying to keep it's sharp edge from piercing his body. Yet the captain was to strong! The panthers body jerked as he let the bone pierced his flesh. His hand grabbed the captains dagger pushing it into his ribs, tickling his heart.
   A soft rasp of death, the dead captain bleeding on him. He panted as he pushed the dead body off of him.
  That voice...It laughed at him Wonderful! beautiful even!
  The panther looked about.. but had seen nobody.
  You are mine now...Never forget!

He Felt a huge gush of wind from no where. kicking up dirt sand and fire. Yet there was a bit of calm around him. As if the very air around him was stilled. But only in the swirl of sand, fire and darkness did he see a vague outline of a women.
  "Take his keys" She said to him "Rescue your friends.....Serve me well kitten"
  With that she was gone. Leaving the panther in the dust storm. He stood there for a moment.
Friends?...Mikk..Neris

He had no idea where his friends were. No idea where to look. His ears perked as he heard it, As if his thoughts summoned it. Two sounds.. one fainter then the other...Almost, like a heart beat.
  The fainter of the two closer. Arashi moved without thinking.  Catching the gaurds as they just unlocked the cage. That dagger flashed as he made quick work of them.
  "Mikk...hey... " Arashi eye's scanned the dust filled camp. Visibility was damn near zero as he grabbed mikks arm  putting it around his shoulder. "Come on.. we need to get Neris..."
   

the hours into the night were impossible and infuriating. He watched as his body was taken, dragged by the legs really, back to the barracks. Thrown into a crowd too scared both of him and the guards to act. Soon after, they started staring at him, watching for something to happen, some sign of life and he could see them sniffing at the blood that was in the air from his many wounds.

No matter how much he screamed they didn't break their stares, no matter how many times he struck them or swung at them they did not react to him. Finally, he heard something, a soft hum, like a whistle or a breeze at first, then it grew into a soft lilting whisper. A familiar voice just behind him, like a mother cooing to calm it's child. "They won't hear you child, they are beyond you . . . come with me, you belong in a better place . . . I will take you there." He slowly let his arms fall to his side, then fell to his knees, weeping at the side of his own unconscious body.

Suddenly he felt hands on his shoulders, warm, calm hands, slowly the arms came down and wrapped around him and he could feel a cool breath against him as the voice came once more. "This world is only pain and torment . . . you deserve better, you've always deserved better. Come with me . . . I will take you where you belong." He thought about it, the voice was right . . . he did deserve better. This wasn't right, his life, stolen from a family he was forced to watch die . . . beaten and starved and abused, worked to death and back again, then he finally gets a chance to escape it, even with two others, and they get captured and forced to slaughter the other slaves along with them. Then it hit him. a child, nearly an infant, he hid her in a tree . . . he left her there, alone, helpless and in the dark. He knew he couldn't leave.

He stood, feeling the arms slip back off of him. "I can't go anywhere . . ." He turned to look at who or what the voice came from. But nothing was there, he shuddered, realizing what must be happening but not wanting to admit it. Even to himself, he couldn't even bear to whisper the words in his own thoughts. He came to his own body, tried to touch it, grab it, lift it up in his arms. But his hands and arms slipped through it like it wasn't there.

He had a dark moment then, a pure instant where he truly gave up, a point in time where there was no hope whatsoever in his mind or heart. He saw his entire life pass him by like he was watching a play that was all around him. He saw his parents, watched his birth, saw them raising him and the attack that slaughtered his family and burned them to death, the tall and terrifying beings that took him away from their crisp ashing corpses. He could see the abuse he'd suffered, beatings, starvation, fires that burned so hot he could scarcely focus to be able to sleep.

He watched the work he was forced to do, running through mud soaked camp areas to bring carts weighing more than himself from the forge to the warriors and officers, lifting and carrying massive barrels of what he now knew were corpses to be used for food, and then eventually working the forge itself which allowed him the chance to take time every once in a while to steal away and learn the most basic way to use a blade.

Finally he saw their escape, the child he left behind, and the capture of them once more leading up to what he knew, and refused to admit, was his death. Then, another voice came to him, powerful, booming and intimidating, it seemed to weigh him down with it's strength and menace. "Do not weep child, your path of suffering and torment is far from over. Do you honestly think I'd have lightened the weight on your shoulders when you still have yet to realize your potential? I have such plans for you . . . SUCH plans.

Suddenly, like a smack in the face, he was awake, he took in a sharp breath, which was halted into coughing blood onto the muddy ground. He was above the ground, but in agonizing pain, impossible pain and he wondered a moment how. Then, he heard the panther's words and it hit him what was happening, he was being carried. But how? he had to weigh at least twice what that skinny cat did, how was he lifting Mikk's immense weight? "what is-?" his question was cut off with more coughing. He wanted to know what was happening, where they were, and where they were going. But no words could come out, he couldn't even lift his head to see where they were going. Everything hurt too much for movement.

After he left, laying there in pain barely able to move.  My body was hurting to the point i wanted to roll over and just die.  I didn't want to be his fuck toy or his pet. I didn't want to end up like my mother.  I move to slowly sit up looking down at my hands in the metal bondage mittens.  I try to flex my fingers to get any movement in them.  They were tight Barely able to move my fingers.  Taking in a deep breath, feeling tired wanting to sleep. I move to slowly sit up fighting to stay awake.  My body screaming in pain as i sat there.  Closing my eyes as i slowly open them, taking in a deep breath summoning forth my magic as i start to blow on the cuffs. Cooling the metal with my breath, the cuffs weren't made that well and out of cheap metal.  My wrists and hands started to hurt as the mental continue to get colder with each breath. My hands start to cramp from the pain and the cold.  Shuddering making it harder to do this.  Wanting to stop but knowing i needed to get out of this tent find my friends and get the hell out of the camp.  Having it really dawn on me that there was no point of escape.  They would find us and make us suffer again.  Falling over onto the floor layin there, the cold metal wrapped around my hands.  One tear starts to fall down my face then another, slowly crying myself asleep as i remain still upon the ground.

Falling down a dark tunnel wishing for nothing but peace of the afterlife.  A soft warm glow starts to fill my vision while i slept.  A figure appears in my dreams slowly picking me up and cradling in me in their arms.  Holding me close as the song of our tribe starts to fill me with peace.  Looking up to the figure unable to see their face i nuzzle into their chest.- Please i just want to come home. -the figure continued to caress my face gently adding a gentle warmth to me. They really never opened their mouth but the words rang softly to me.-  Child your journey has just begone, to wish for peace in the way you want would end your life to soon my dear child.  I am the spirit of your clan, come to help you now that you can hear me. -Looking up to the spirit as tears fall down my face they smile softly and brush the tears away. -  We will unlock the greatest gift from our tribe. So that we will live on through you.  -feeling the kiss upon my forehead as my power starts to grow slowly with in me.  Feeling myself getting pulled from the comfort of my tribe feeling the flow through me guidling me.  I start to wake up feeling the shackles upon my hands.  Slowly sitting up feeling better almost healed, The burn was still fresh upon my cheek.  I look down to the cuffs as i start to heat them up with my hands the metal breaks apart freeing myself.  Bringing my fingers up to cut away the collar with my magic, feeling a pull of it as i slowly moving to the entrance of the tent.  Looking out of it seeing the guards that stood at the entrance.  I move to the back of the tent slicing it open with a small fire spell.  Slipping out of the back of it.  I move along the tent keeping hidden from the guards.  I send out a rush of air going through the camp seeking out Arashi and Mik.  Using the wind to slip passed the guards moving close to the shadows the wind would becon them to follow a safe path were we could meet up and escape together again.

God damn! he was glad to hear Mikks voice, His ears perked as he listened. Carefully he set mikk down. Grabbing a little bit of rope, he wrapped it around mikks chest and arms.
  The panther sat back to back with him as he tied Mikk to his back, giving him use of both arms.
Still he had to do something about that sharp bit of bone in his Gut. He took a few very rapid breaths as he pulled the bit of bone out. Expecting a ton of pain. But none came, His hand held over the would he got up.  fallowing the heart beat that he could hear.
His body felt sluggish and slow.  Yet he kept moving. one foot in Front of the other. A single thought made him chuckle despite the bleak sitaution. perhaps it was madness setting in.
  "Why is it when I'm around you Mikk, everyone wants to stab me".
  He pushed the thought away, Hearing the distant heartbeat getting closer. Barely in the distance he could make out a figure, A moment more and he was sure it was Neris.
  It seemed all was clear for the moment, The only weapon that any of them had was that bit of sharp bone.
"Neris..."
His head turned looking about, It felt like a trap but no one came.  Moving his hand a little he checked his own wound. The blood was thick and dark and slow. Still he couldn't feel anything.
   "Lets get out of here...".
Arashi gave one last look back in the camp. he could see the fire starting to spread through it. Slowly he forced one foot in front of the other, moving always moving.

He heard something in his ears, like a buzz, distant and small, and he could see a figure in the distance too. The Rabbit . . . it had to be her, what was her name? he could hear it . . . it was on the tip of his tongue and he couldn't fucking figure it out. Then, like an echo, the name came to him, soft, then glass shatteringly loud. NERIS. The name shook his head and he was suddenly lifted by it, he could feel himself floating. By the realization of a name . . . what connection did he have with her? where was Arashi? what was happening? what was tightening around his chest? rope . . . that made more sense. He tried to look, but his neck and head ached like death itself. He knew he was hurt, deeply, badly, something was wrong, he could see red glowing in the mud behind them, how far had he been dragged? how long had it been?

He could see behind them, there were guards everywhere . . . and slaves . . . and they were all staring at them! THEY WERE COMING FOR THEM! it wasn't until they got close enough to spit at them that he realized what he was seeing. Spirits, ghosts, the dead seeking vengance, each of them rushing and then running straight through them as he had before. Somehow . . . he had died before . . . he knew it now, whatever he'd seen, had resurrected him earlier . . . he didn't want to think what it meant. He tried to move. His entire body ached, his arms were hanging down and he tried to send the message, tried as hard as he could to force his arms to move.

His hand slowly clenched, he felt Arashi's arm, the man felt alive with power, it was amazing . . . he realized once more, that tiny panther was CARRYING him . . . something he couldn't fathom.

My tribe flowed through me, the currents of the hair so shuttle that it never aroused the guards suspicion.  Using it to find my way around the camp avoiding the guards, almost like a dance to all this.  Feeling really empowered by this as i moved with grace through the tents and hiding places.  My vision was sharp everything was crystal clear to me.  Stopping as i sent a current of air through a tent and found three weapons that were left by guards.  I move to slowly cut the tent open getting through the opening as i find the swords.  I sling the three weapons over my body so they would stay with me.  I leave the tent before someone came in.   Taking in a deep breath and letting it go feeling alive and well, my body wasn't hurting of course it was an illusion for now until it wore off then i would be screwed.   

Getting way from the tent that i got the weapons from as i move swiftly through the camp unseen.  The wind once it found arashi and mik would cover them so they were like leafs if any of the guards would turn their way.  Getting to a safe place while i hid there looking to see Arashi carrying mik with him as i beckon them both over.  The Burn on my face was still angry it hadn't been healed.  Whispering softly- Are you two okay?  I found weapons for us or at least for the both of you.  I know how to escape from here and the wind will guide us towards my tribes Temple where we can be safe to recuperate and heal.  The wind will mask us from the guards all the way there so we should be safe.  -keeping my voice soft seeing them worse for wear knowing this trek would be hard on the three of us.  I move to touch both of them as my tribe would flow through them healing their wounds and rejuvenate them for the time being allowing Mik and Arashi to move better and faster giving them liquid grace like my tribe to be able move with ease through the underbrush of the forest since we had to travel towards the mountains. I move to lead the both of them towards part of the fence that wasn't really heavily guarded.  I stop my ears would lift up on my head, sniffing the air as my ears twitch upon my head listening.  My senses would heighten with the power just flowing through me.  I would point to the fence whispering as i look to them.-  Stay..I will tell you when you can move. -  I move slowly out between some of the tents making sure they could still see me.  I look around heading over to the fence as i start to work the boards apart making an opening large enough for them to slip through.  Looking both ways the wind telling us where the guards where at and if they moved.  I beckon them forward so they both could go through the fence.  -