Sarilor hated ash. The stuff seemed to fall for ages after a fire, and its grime got caught in his fur. The Satyr commander sat underneath the leg of what remained of a human statue. Most of the statue no longer existed, crushed to bits by invading armies and the endless crush of time. He lifted the hoof that was not protected by the rock monolith and brushed it, the ash that fell was replaced immediately. He sighed and sat back to watch the final moments of this human settlement. cries and screams echoed through the streets of the grey, ash covered town. Other Satyrs chased down the remaining men women and children, skewering and slicing all the same.
"Satyr!…" Sarilor motioned to a passing soldier.
The soldier walked up to the statue, and peeked at his commander, hiding from the deluge of ash underneath it, "Chieftain?"
Sarilor pointed to a small space between a building and its outhouse, "There are two humans there. You've all been too busy looting to finish the job."
The satyr looked towards the enclosure, and back at Sarilor, "Chieftain, those are just children, the battle is won! No more men remain."
Sarilor sighed, and slowly moved out from underneath the statue. His ears twitching in the falling ash. "You're not a chosen of Dionysus are you?"
"No…"
Sarilor feigned relief, holding a hand up to his heart, "Thank the gods. Now go finish of those humans, small or large, man or woman I do not care. This is not meant to be a mere tactical victory."
The satyr hesitated a moment, but obeyed, drawing his sword, and walking over to the cowering human boys.
"Ah, satyr!" Called Sarilor, motioning again, "Cut them open. String them up. We want to really rile up the populace." he turned back to sit underneath the statue, his soldier stopping for a moment before running his blade through both screaming children with one thrust.
Sarilor's ears perked. It was all quiet. No sound except the barely audible patter of ash… He hated ash... Especially the ash of burned bodies.
