Five years later...
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"Okay boys! Come and get it!" Ashley announced as she casually lept down into the now more lugerious basement hideout that the guild called thier own. Almost like a bunch of trained puppies, her four comrades came forth out of the cool shadows. Slowly she let her burden go to david and munky and stood up to loosen her taunt muscles.
"All right! We're having venison tonight! Hey Head, come here and check out the rack on this thing! She got herself a ten pointer this time!"
"No thank you Munky, I'll pass on your offer for the time being." Head's voice was a low tenor, solum and calm. He stayed in his spot, removed from the other three, where he could be alone with his thoughts and contemplations. The sound of his voice nearly took all the fun of the moment for Munky. As the young boy grew into a young man, he had started to grow detached from his younger brothers and guild mates.
"Hey Head, why don't you try to control your excitment man, you're blowing us away." David said dryly. Pulling his hunter's knife from his boot, he fliped it a few times and started to hack away at the carcess lying infront of him.
"You know David, you should cut Head some slack, he did manage to arrange the treaty with the Aruka Guild. He's the reason we are living in this luxugery. He's had some hard times with whatever is going on in his head. I'd say if we all just left him alone and he'll come around on his own." Ashley's voice was barely a whisper, ment for only David and Munky to hear.
In the shadows, Head gave a small snort and shifted around to get comfortable. His gaze left the damp wall and wondered down to the lying form of Reggie who sat back on a bag chair reading a book by candle light. The idea finally struck him how unusal that seemed, Reggie, the leader, the fighter, reading. He shook his thoughts away and stood up.
"Hey you guys, I'm going out for a walk or something." Without waiting for a reply, he climbed out onto the street above him.
For blocks, he walked around aimlessly. The cool night air felt nice on his stubbled face, he reached up and ran his hand through the long strands of his brown hair. As he did so, he felt the long scar on the side of his jaw. A gentle rain started to fall in a light drizzle and he continued to wonder. It was about two hours till midnight when he came out of his thoughts. He inspected the area around him and noticed that he had left the territory of the guild.
He didn't really know how he had gotten to that particular spot. He looked out over the edge of the roof top, the wind whirling through his hair. He let out a sigh. For some reason I feel freer here.
At the very edge of his range of hearing, he heard a quiet, eerie voice, singing a soft haunting tune that seemed to float in the damp air. He stopped to try and discern from what direction the melody was coming from but decided to forget it and start heading back to the base.
*****
Jonathan sat in his usual hiding spot, waiting for the stranger he had become so fond of inside, all though he'd never admit it to anyone never the less, himself.
Tonight, the brunette had come again. Jon was hoping he would since he had not come for the past three days. For about four months Jon had been watching this stranger. Sometimes he would sit on the roof top and talk to himself about his problems or he would sit and sing softly, some song by a bard who's lyrics had caught his tongue.
Tonight, he just sat there quietly. He looked troubled. Jon sat in his hiding place, watching and studing his movements. Jonathan's mind wondered. He could tell that his little 'pet' as his twisted mind so called him, was worried and his tortured heart ached for him. He wanted to comfort him, to stroke that long wavey hair. Jon shook the images out of his head and realized he had been singing softly under his breath. He looked back at where the young man had been and cought the last sights of him as he disapeared from the rooftop. He shook his head and turned back to cutting the chain links he was using to make for his shirt of mail.
*****
Janyda looked carefully at her dearly beloved brother. He sat in the window again, working on his mail work. He seemed so hopless to her. He was 17 and hadn't found a trade or a wife. Come to think of it, she thought to herself, she had never seen him even eye a girl. Besides the work he did around the house, the only things she had ever seen him really do would be him sitting outside at night, working on this or that, sometimes, if she listened hard enough, she could hear him singing. She left her thoughts as a small stone on the corner of her nightstand magically told her a costumer was coming. She closed the window shouders and prepared herself for another night's work. It stunk being a prostitute.
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"Okay boys! Come and get it!" Ashley announced as she casually lept down into the now more lugerious basement hideout that the guild called thier own. Almost like a bunch of trained puppies, her four comrades came forth out of the cool shadows. Slowly she let her burden go to david and munky and stood up to loosen her taunt muscles.
"All right! We're having venison tonight! Hey Head, come here and check out the rack on this thing! She got herself a ten pointer this time!"
"No thank you Munky, I'll pass on your offer for the time being." Head's voice was a low tenor, solum and calm. He stayed in his spot, removed from the other three, where he could be alone with his thoughts and contemplations. The sound of his voice nearly took all the fun of the moment for Munky. As the young boy grew into a young man, he had started to grow detached from his younger brothers and guild mates.
"Hey Head, why don't you try to control your excitment man, you're blowing us away." David said dryly. Pulling his hunter's knife from his boot, he fliped it a few times and started to hack away at the carcess lying infront of him.
"You know David, you should cut Head some slack, he did manage to arrange the treaty with the Aruka Guild. He's the reason we are living in this luxugery. He's had some hard times with whatever is going on in his head. I'd say if we all just left him alone and he'll come around on his own." Ashley's voice was barely a whisper, ment for only David and Munky to hear.
In the shadows, Head gave a small snort and shifted around to get comfortable. His gaze left the damp wall and wondered down to the lying form of Reggie who sat back on a bag chair reading a book by candle light. The idea finally struck him how unusal that seemed, Reggie, the leader, the fighter, reading. He shook his thoughts away and stood up.
"Hey you guys, I'm going out for a walk or something." Without waiting for a reply, he climbed out onto the street above him.
For blocks, he walked around aimlessly. The cool night air felt nice on his stubbled face, he reached up and ran his hand through the long strands of his brown hair. As he did so, he felt the long scar on the side of his jaw. A gentle rain started to fall in a light drizzle and he continued to wonder. It was about two hours till midnight when he came out of his thoughts. He inspected the area around him and noticed that he had left the territory of the guild.
He didn't really know how he had gotten to that particular spot. He looked out over the edge of the roof top, the wind whirling through his hair. He let out a sigh. For some reason I feel freer here.
At the very edge of his range of hearing, he heard a quiet, eerie voice, singing a soft haunting tune that seemed to float in the damp air. He stopped to try and discern from what direction the melody was coming from but decided to forget it and start heading back to the base.
*****
Jonathan sat in his usual hiding spot, waiting for the stranger he had become so fond of inside, all though he'd never admit it to anyone never the less, himself.
Tonight, the brunette had come again. Jon was hoping he would since he had not come for the past three days. For about four months Jon had been watching this stranger. Sometimes he would sit on the roof top and talk to himself about his problems or he would sit and sing softly, some song by a bard who's lyrics had caught his tongue.
Tonight, he just sat there quietly. He looked troubled. Jon sat in his hiding place, watching and studing his movements. Jonathan's mind wondered. He could tell that his little 'pet' as his twisted mind so called him, was worried and his tortured heart ached for him. He wanted to comfort him, to stroke that long wavey hair. Jon shook the images out of his head and realized he had been singing softly under his breath. He looked back at where the young man had been and cought the last sights of him as he disapeared from the rooftop. He shook his head and turned back to cutting the chain links he was using to make for his shirt of mail.
*****
Janyda looked carefully at her dearly beloved brother. He sat in the window again, working on his mail work. He seemed so hopless to her. He was 17 and hadn't found a trade or a wife. Come to think of it, she thought to herself, she had never seen him even eye a girl. Besides the work he did around the house, the only things she had ever seen him really do would be him sitting outside at night, working on this or that, sometimes, if she listened hard enough, she could hear him singing. She left her thoughts as a small stone on the corner of her nightstand magically told her a costumer was coming. She closed the window shouders and prepared herself for another night's work. It stunk being a prostitute.
*****