Suffering in Silence

Ch. 1- The Raid

Time passed slowly in the pitch black of darkness, only low murmurs of watchmen cut through the silence and hid the deep, quick breathing coming out in puffs around my face. Watching the goings on were two small figures lying curled together, enjoying and savouring the peaceful night around them. The bigger rolled onto her back in fits of hysterical laughter.

"You like him!" a girl sniggered to her companion. "Him of all people! He's is just a meat head!" this was suddenly followed by a loud thump and an indignant cry of pain. I felt like an intruder into there private conversation, no matter how trivial. How would they know a group of ten surrounded their tent? In fact, it would have been quite amusing if there weren't men sleeping around me with swords at their sides.

My heart thumped against my ribcage as I crouched to the floor, like it wanted to play the beat to the passionate dance of war, I needed to fight and revel in victory. What was an urgal without a fight and strength? An urgal that had no mate and no home.

I turned to see the elf that smells of musk put up one blue, clawed finger followed by another as we slowly closed in on the two females. I closed my eyes and slowed my breathing until I had control of my mind that bayed for glory and battle, I clenched my fists and let the arrow fly from my mind and through the paper thin barriers of the bigger girl.

As I engaged in this fight my companions had slit into the hardened hide of the tent and the other female was lying on the ground shaking with fear. I let my nose wrinkle in disdain for a moment. Fear is for the weak.

"Get the rope!" A man to my left whispered harshly, I let my mind wane from my beloved axe that was clutched by my side to the snake like coil of wrapped around my shoulder.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw a blur of movement that I thought impossible for someone so weak. That was my only warning and it should have been the only one needed. But it wasn't.

The glint of the wicked little dagger as it entered my thigh bought up a sense of foreboding, a spout of black blood burst from my lip as I bit down on it through pain and fear. Fear? I was feeling fear as I faced little more than a human infant? I was ashamed of myself! All I saw then was the death in my eyes as I bought my hand up and threw the small, solemn girl that had bested me into the sagging tent before me.

"You will die for that!" I screamed in my native tongue as I lunged for her soft, dark neck. I could feel her pulse on my palm as I clawed her thin skin and I freely inhaled the soft, subtle smell of fresh human blood, I started to shake in the excitement of the kill. I would enjoy watching this impertinent fool suffer. Then my glory and happiness disappeared and turned into a fresh bought of mind mending pain as she kicked the dagger that was still firmly in my leg and I was pulled away from the woman, gasping and cursing, by a blonde elf.

"Move, you must run!" she snarled like a cat as she looped her arm underneath mine, dragging me from the crumpled body of the mysterious little girl. Screams of anger and war followed us out of the dusty camp as we followed the rest of the group with a small squirming bundle in tow. I sighed shakily as the realization dawned on me after the red veil of violence had lifted.

I would be punished for this.

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