The Spoils of War [male needed]

[dirtybusiness]

OOC - I'm new, so please be gentle! I basically joined to help beat a dent into the writers block I've been facing. Though the setting for this storyline is fantasy, there aren't any weird creatures in it right now. Minimalistic magic, but mostly spiritual and very subtle. Anyhoo, onto the SL.

The central continent is at war. The Dokkarans, similar to Romans of earth, are intent on absorbing as much of the continent as they can through war and intimidation. Their empire is rapidly expanding and there seems to be only one end in sight - total domination.

Their current aim is to neutralize the threat of the Yarthuga (Yar-too-gah), an extremely resilient and hardened forest dwelling people who fiercely resist the Imperial Conquest. The Dokkarans need the lumber for their army and Imperial City; the people of Yarthuga consider the vast expanse of forest sacred, given to them by the spirits for protection, and they are more than willing to die to the last in honor of their duty.

Though the army of Dokkarans outnumber the Yarthuga 200 to 1, they were not expecting the sheer bloody-mindedness of their enemy; their great spiritual need to protect their land; or the women being as savage of fighters as their men!

Enter our characters. If interested, you will play General Castus, a stout believer of the Dokkaran cause and loyal soldier, as well as friend, to the Emperor. You got to where you are through hard work and sacrifice, and care deeply for your men - many who are lost to the uncompromising ferocity of the Yarthuga. A war that was supposed to last a week at most has dragged on for three. You are used to playing by the rules of war - these heathens disregard those rules, attacking in small numbers at all hours of day and night, murdering your men when they sleep, eat, drink and squat. Your army, so large when you began clearing a path into the forest, is shrinking at a rapid pace, and the fact that you are unfamiliar with the territory is only making matters worse.

Naturally, as your casualties grow, so does your hatred.

After the first month's slaughter, you pull together a new set of rules to fight just as dirty as they do, and through determination you finally succeed. The Yarthuga are reduced to one spirit leader and ten savages. Ambushes are laid, and at long last they take the bait...

IC

It was over. Amara couldn't bring herself to grasp the impact of what had happened. For over a thousand years, her people had defended this sacred land from outsiders, gladly sacrificing their lives if it meant even one tree could be saved. When they realized that they had fallen into a trap laid by the enemy, her men had jostled her to the center of the pack, protecting her to the last. As the last Katana, consort and warrior of the spirits, she was second only to the trees... and the trees were earthly hosts for the spirits. Just as her people would throw themselves on the end of a sword for a sappling, so would they protect her.

The vast ring of men that surrounded them parted for one man; this man strode purposefully towards them and came to an abrupt halt before them, staring at each face for several moments as though he wanted to commit each person to memory so he could kill them again in the afterlife.

"Yarthuga!" He spat at their feet, and swung an arm in a wide arch that included each and every one of her men. His dark eyes were cold fire - lesser people would have fallen to their knees in fear and supplication after one glance at that calculative, scalding look. The Yarthuga were not so weak, however, and they only drew themselves up taller, eleven pairs of eyes holding and returning that dread gaze.

"You heathens could have surrendered. You could have forfeited a portion of your forests and kept your lives - the lives of your children! You would have become the Emperor's people, with the entire Imperial Army to protect you!" Amara felt the stiffening of hard bodies on all sides, indignation lighting fire to their veins at the General's insult. Surrender the spirits to any man just to live another day? That was the way of cowards!

"Instead," he continued, his voice softening to a deadly pitch, "You opted to resist. Now look at you. You are all that's left of your people." He straightened sharply, standing at attention, and raked his cold gaze over each and every one of them again. When his eyes touched hers, Amara jutted her chin slightly, meeting that cruel glare with a fire and intensity of her own.

"Spirit leader! Step forward, so you may witness what you have brought upon the last of your people. It is your fault they will die on their hands and knees like dogs - your fault for leading them into a battle you had no chance of winning."

Imperceptibly to the General, the circle tightened. To Amara, it meant there was practically no room to breathe, when just a moment ago there had simply been no room to move. Her men would not give up their Katana until the last fell to the forest floor.

"Move aside." Her voice, rich and throaty, was pitched low enough so that only her men could hear. They went shock still for a moment, awareness of what she intended to do taking them by surprise. For a moment, no one moved. With the unmistakable ring of command in her tone, she repeated the order, and the men in front of her snapped one step to either side, straight as a ceremonial hair part.

Amara did not fail to notice the sudden slack in the General's jaw when she emerged from the center of the group, her head held high. Her men collapsed back into the tight group the moment she was free of their midst, she advancing steadily until she was standing mere inches away from the man. Her finely angled jaw was firmly set beneath sculpted cheekbones and a straight nose, her narrowed eyes the color of freshly forged steel.

She was tall and lean from years of sparring; swarthy skin wore the scars of previous battles, and her posture alone said she bore them with pride. Inky waist length hair was drawn back in a single braid, woven with a single vine to symbolize her place among her people.

She wore the battle dress of the Katana... which is, to say, not very much. From wrists to elbows and ankles to knees, she was sheathed in hardened leather - the swells of her breasts were mashed beneath a tight hide halter, her hips swathed in blood splattered white fur. Her legs and arms were long and exquisitely toned, her exposed stomach a tantalizing combination of hard and soft. Among her people, it was polite to compliment a woman on her physical attributes. She was one very used to compliments.

Before, she had spoke in her native tongue. Now, as she addressed the General, she did so in his, expressing herself seamlessly and with that same hard ring of command.

"I am the spirit leader of Yarthurga."

Her face bore no expression as she regarded him - then she spat at his feet, as he had done to theirs, jerking her head back up with such vehemence that her braid snapped audibly. "Death is nothing compared to surrendering the spirits to our enemies. You will just have to finish the job if you want this land."

 

[milfhunter23]

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[milfhunter23]

She was an upstart child like her people she had yet to learn that the world belong to the empire her gods and her people alone. Those who did not yield to her wishes would be ground to dust and blow away in the winds of history. He moved closer to look at this savage abomination a woman warrior it repelled him to his deepest core. “Are the Yarthugan men such cowards that the send woman to fight there wars so weak that they hide in the shadow of a woman”

Not a sexist but woman had there place it was not in the halls of power or the fields of war. He looked at her contempt hat for an enemy he respected as much as feared for no enemy had so resisted the might of his army. He circled her slowly his hand resting on the pummel his kravar a short gladius style sword for stabbing. His army was as hungry as his army for loot for land and mostly for women.

“take her to my tent so that these people know the price of resistance, and if she refuses the kind offers of the empire again kill the other slowly then hand there bodies for the beast of the air and thee ground”. With that a small group of men moved forward slowly protected by there long shield and spears. A man fell and was quickly killed by a soldier who looked afraid enough to wet himself.

Several moved to defend her and the throngs of soldiers closed tighter around the group. .The tent was large and clean hard to do in such a rapid campaign he sat in the middle fed by a dark skinned young boy. “I have brought you here to bring an end to this pointless war of attrition before you’re people are no more then myth”. He watched her move like a caged animal refusing the small amount of food offered her by the servant it was amusing or so he told himself.

 

[dirtybusiness]

“Are the Yarthugan men such cowards that the send woman to fight there wars so weak that they hide in the shadow of a woman”

If she and her men had truly been the dogs their enemy thought them to be, eleven furry necks would have bristled. "Cowards?" she hissed, shifting smoothly on the balls of her feet so as not to turn her back to him as he circled her. "Our people fight to the last to defend what the spirits have entrusted us with! Where are your women? Where are your young and old, your sick and crippled? Or are your people such cowards they only offer a sliver of their potential to the battle? My people are strong - stronger than yours! For every Yathurga you have killed, we have spilled the blood of twenty!"

His command to take her to the tents caused an uproar amongst her men - something she had no patience for. Silencing them with a sharp hand signal, she spared the General a withering look and shook the hands of his men from her biceps, instead turning to address her men.

"Your sacrifice will not be forgotten by the spirits!"

They roared it back to her, coiled fists pounding thrice on sinewy chests. Pivoting again, she set off without the guards, moving with a feral, self possessed grace that had them scrambling to keep up and get into formation around her.

***

Inside the tent, stripped of her weapons, she resolutely clung to her defiance, using it as her shield, her tongue the blade.

“I have brought you here to bring an end to this pointless war of attrition before you’re people are no more then myth”

"My people are already dead." She spoke this with absolute certainty. "It is an honor to protect the spirits, and there is no better way to die than in their service. Your men die for nothing. It is you who will fade into myth - your men will remember how we fought; it will be a safer to tell the story of our bravery than your tyranny."

 

[milfhunter23]

He smiled the arrogance of a barbarian clung to her like a cloak masking her true feelings. He plopped a fresh grape into his mouth as he looked at her so small and frail disarmed. Slowly he walked down the pile of pillows luxury he did not normally have it was all a show. “People walk the cities of my people unarmed bath in there homes my cities cover the landscape we move rivers level mountains these are the wonders of my people we fear no one”

He moves close to her not touching her to wild to dangerous he moves closed unarmed but not safe neither of them. “You have spirit a horse has sprit but is just an animal. I could have you in chains break you like the animal you act” he takes her head in his hand. “Or I could be kind transform you from a filthy animal into a lady make you my consort and finally break you’re spirit and the spirit of you’re peoples and lands”.

 

[dirtybusiness]

“People walk the cities of my people unarmed bath in there homes my cities cover the landscape we move rivers level mountains these are the wonders of my people we fear no one"

At that, she sneered derision, not bothering to hide her contempt. "That is a lie. Fear has a smell, did you know?" As he neared her, she held her ground, only allowing him to come so close before shifting again, keeping herself always just out of arms reach. "It is one of the first things we teach our children of battle. Your men reeked of it; every throat we slit, every heart we pierced, every stomach we hacked, belonged to a man who smelled of fear."


“You have spirit a horse has sprit but is just an animal. I could have you in chains break you like the animal you act” He took her hand. “Or I could be kind transform you from a filthy animal into a lady make you my consort and finally break you’re spirit and the spirit of you’re peoples and lands”.

When he gripped her hand, she steeled her jaw, her grey eyes looking more like ice than ever. Clenching his hand, she snatched his throat and dug her fingers in, fingernails finding purchase in the soft flesh beneath his jaw. Digging in painfully, she jerked him closer and spat in his face.

"I am the last Katana! I am consort to none but the spirits! I will slit my own throat before I disgrace their servant with your filth!"

 

[milfhunter23]

I smiles pulling back I let her dig gashes into my skin it does not hurt that much. “What do you know of fear of service to the gods I was left as an infant to die then chained to a stump and beaten everyday till I killed my own father” (Greek Spartan style) he looks at her that spirit he desires to break her for the empire for himself and to force her as she should to love to long for both o them.

“You are a woman and a slave you will know you’re place” as he spoke he struck hard with the back of his hand hard enough for the sound to be heard outside how had he lost his cool to this woman. “If you are a servant then you are my servant” with this he striped away her cloth and had chains brought forward no symbolic he took a ring from the curtain and drove it onto her wrist breaking her pinky to make It fit. “Now you are mine now and forever you are lost to the spirits”.

 

[dirtybusiness]

His childhood tale evoked no sympathy from her; instead, it only proved her point that her people were stronger. While outsiders may see the Yathurga as cruel and unusual, allowing their children to die in combat, they would never torture their young.

“You are a woman and a slave you will know you’re place. If you are a servant then you are my servant”
"You ignorant f-" The sudden and unexpected strike caused her to cry out, more from unbridled rage than pain or fear. The shock of it had her loosen her grip, enough so that he could break her hold and begin tearing at her symbolic halter and fur hip wrap. "What are you doing?!" Shrieking indignantly, she grasped at his wrists and tried to wrestle his hands back, a furious string of oaths in her native tongue coloring the tent in shades of righteous anger.

By no means was she a weak woman, but she was still no match for his strength. When the last of her ceremonial clothing was ripped from her, she wailed as though he had inflicted true bodily harm, the emotional anguish far outweighing the physical pain when he shoved the ring of metal over her wrist, the loud snap of that slender bone resounding sickeningly within her ears.

“Now you are mine now and forever you are lost to the spirits”.

It took several moments for his words to sink in. When they did, a small part of her shriveled, wanting to die right there on the spot. A life without her spirits? Even worse - a life not ended in the protection of those same spirits?

Then the battle hardened warrior in her swarmed back to life, rising from the pain to take control. With an almost inhuman screech, she flung herself from her coiled position on the ground and threw herself at him, fists swinging for his head, throat, chest, shoulders - anything at all that she could get to.

"No! I will die for them! You will not have this land until my blood soaks it!"

 

[milfhunter23]

the woman swarmed back to life, rising from the pain to take control. With an almost inhuman screech, she flung herself from her coiled position on the ground and threw herself at him, fists swinging for his head, throat, chest, shoulders - anything at all that she could get to.

"No! I will die for them! You will not have this land until my blood soaks it!"
Killing her would be easy grabbing her by the neck to all the fight out of her using her nails only incensed him. Pushing her back he pinned her between his large muscular thuggish as he forced her head back. He then kissed her biting her tongue he let he go anticipating her attack then decided to pin her arms above her head. He tasted her blood in his mouth so much like the blood that was seeping from a dozen shallow wounds. “Did you think you could kill me so easily or force me to kill you?” he smiled as he looked at her naked body writhing like a snake below him he had the power she needed to learn that he grabbed her hand placing pressure on the finger as her ran the other between her breast to gather sweat.

 

[dirtybusiness]

Killing her would be easy grabbing her by the neck to all the fight out of her using her nails only incensed him. Pushing her back he pinned her between his large muscular thuggish as he forced her head back. He then kissed her biting her tongue he let he go anticipating her attack then decided to pin her arms above her head. He tasted her blood in his mouth so much like the blood that was seeping from a dozen shallow wounds. “Did you think you could kill me so easily or force me to kill you?” he smiled as he looked at her naked body writhing like a snake below him he had the power she needed to learn that he grabbed her hand placing pressure on the finger as her ran the other between her breast to gather sweat.

She fought him all the way to the floor, the vine in her braid crushing as she was finally forced into a sprawl on her back, the plait trapped between her and the floor. "Who is the dog now?!," she bellowed at him, her face contorted in a twisted grimace of wrath and, for the first time, fear. "You filthy beast, let GO of m-"

Her howls of rage quickly turned to muffled shrieks of pain when he 'kissed' her - she had never been kissed before, but she had seen it done many times and knew it was supposed to involve more lips and tongue than this. The second he leaned back, she spat blood at him, her tongue swollen and strange in her mouth.

Then his hand touched her chest, and she froze, grey eyes wide as she realized he might really intend to make true his threat. "You can't do this," she whispered, terror creeping into her voice for the first time. "I am a consort of the spirits. Only they may chose my flesh partner."

 

[milfhunter23]

Then his hand touched her chest, and she froze, grey eyes wide as she realized he might really intend to make true his threat. "You can't do this," she whispered, terror creeping into her voice for the first time. "I am a consort of the spirits. Only they may chose my flesh partner."

“And who is to say they did not choose me” slowly he whipped away the blood the dog comment did nothing to him. Pulling her to his hard won body he kissed her again then lay her back and ravaged her body with kisses licks and bites. “I may just take you like an animal if you continue in this manner” his hands fell over her back she was his property the sooner she gave up on her gods the better.

I smiled forcing her on her back then pulling her arms behind her back as he added his weight then pulled himself to his knees. He did not want her passing out from the loss of air that might cause. “so how do you like me as an animal consort of the spirits how do you like the dog of the empire”.

 

[dirtybusiness]

“And who is to say they did not choose me? I may just take you like an animal if you continue in this manner."

His insult to the spirits was like a slap to her face - she could only imagine how they would feel about it. Her entire body stiffened when he flipped her to her stomach, heart pounding and mind racing as he ravaged her with hands, lips, tongue and teeth. It made her feel sick to her stomach; even the low of her belly was roiling, flaring such heat through her skin that it seemed to scald it, turning her swarthy complexion into a scorched crimson.

Crying out as he wrenched her arms back, she felt the harsh sting of tears flooding her eyes. The inside of her cheek was bitten sharply to distract herself from the fear, and while it worked to keep the tears from spilling, it did nothing for the trembling of her compact body beneath him.

“so how do you like me as an animal consort of the spirits? how do you like the dog of the empire”.

The vicious taunting roused the fight in her, but she was physically incapable of resisting him. Her trembling intensified as she choked back a sob, her voice muffled as she buried her face into the ground. "Please... slit my throat." It was unheard of for a Yarthuga to beg. The General would be the first man since the dawn of time to hear that pleading note in a Yarthuga's voice.

 

[milfhunter23]

The vicious taunting roused the fight in her, but she was physically incapable of resisting him. Her trembling intensified as she choked back a sob, her voice muffled as she buried her face into the ground. "Please... slit my throat." It was unheard of for a Yarthuga to beg. The General would be the first man since the dawn of time to hear that pleading note in a Yarthuga's voice.He smiled it was enough for now he tossed he a toga cut in female fashion “If you want me to stop wear this” he laughed only minutes and she was begging for death it was to easy. He would parade her in front of her men like a trophy.

He moved over to her easily lifting her of her feet then set her down as he kissed her “You will be my consort or I will let the stable boy have you in front of you’re people and spirits” he smiled then began to pull her by the hair she was not clean enough for even the stable boy. He grabbed a flask of oil from a servant then poured it over her body before dunking her in a hot bath. “you have been to long with animals and trees you need to be made presentable.

 

[dirtybusiness]

She only blinked in confusion at the article of clothing he threw at her. What did he think, that she had chosen a life of slavery by begging for death? She didn't have much time to be bewildered by his response as she found herself yanked up from the ground and dirtied with his mouth again.

"You will be my consort or I will let the stable boy have you in front of you’re people and spirits”

Feeling her hackles raise, she coiled back from him, hissing like a forest cat. "Better the stable boy than the Dog of the Empire! At least he tends to the animals instead of acting like one!" She failed to see the irony of her statement, preceeded as it was by a feline hiss.

Despite her loathing of him, she was a quick learner. She wasn't going to get anywhere by trying to match him strength for strength. Though she wasn't too happy about being slathered in oil and thrown in hot water like a fish for supper, she didn't resist him tooth and nail, either.

Her eyes closed, her lips forming silent words in her own language as she eased herself into the meditation Katanas immersed themselves in before a battle. The General had her, this was true... but until she was dead, the spirits still had a defender, and, until she was dead, this war wasn't over.

 

[milfhunter23]

He smiled as she was taking her bat soon they were joined by two feerion slaves a tribe of warrior woman. “They will prepare you so that you are more suitable for dinner” he smiled as she was taken away. In the other room the two began to work at first a massage with more oils. The first looks at the second then the second closes the curtain and looks back at the first. “A woman warrior allowing her self to be treated like this” the two had nearly died before they had been raped multiply times by the empire army. One held her while the other spread her legs the red head sank deeply spreading her lips of her sex she licked deeply. The other stood on two blocks presenting her own sex to the helpless captives.

 

[dirtybusiness]

"They will prepare you so that you are more suitable for dinner."

"Rot in the void, Imperial Dog." She didn't even look at him as she cursed him, the true viciousness of the oath losing its edge in the translation. Neither did she look at the two women as they led her deeper into the tent, her eyes still slightly glazed over in her mediative state.

She was guided to her stomach. The spirits were close now. Oily hands began kneading into her back. Her eyes glazed even more as she felt the cool presence of her ancestors, as comforting as a mother's hand on a feverish brow. Her legs were urged wider - she grunted at the physical interruption. Didn't they know not to interrupt the consort of the spirits when she was communicating?

That hazed look was blinked away at the contact of something small, wet and soft in an area that was much the same. Pushing up on her elbows, she clamped the offender's head between her thighs and rolled sharply on her hip, the woman's neck snapped. Taking full notice of her surroundings, she didn't bother feeling pity for what she had done, only finding anger in herself for allowing herself to commune with the spirits while in enemy hands.

Enemy hands that grasped her and forced her down, a woman's angry voice close to her ear. "You will pay for that, heathen."

 

[milfhunter23]

That hazed look was blinked away at the contact of something small, wet and soft in an area that was much the same. Pushing up on her elbows, she clamped the offender's head between her thighs and rolled sharply on her hip, the woman's neck snapped. Taking full notice of her surroundings, she didn't bother feeling pity for what she had done, only finding anger in herself for allowing herself to commune with the spirits while in enemy hands.

Enemy hands that grasped her and forced her down, a woman's angry voice close to her ear. "You will pay for that, heathen."
The feerin smile as she struck the woman in such a way as not to bruise her the master would not be happy if she broke the woman. Hits continued they must have felt like bee sting to the woman. The woman used pressure causing the blood to flow fast as the first pin sank in caused a fountain of blood. The woman thrashed but soon she fell limp like a noodle pardinaia was covered in blood. “I wish I would stop your heart or lungs but that will have to wait” she then went around lighting some pins that made the area very sensitive to any touch any caress just as I entered the room. “she better be alive” he then threw her across the room.

 

[dirtybusiness]

The woman's rage encouraged her to act, though not as her captors would have expected. "Why does it have to wait, hm? Go ahead, stop my lungs. I will die more slowly that way - I will be sure to feel it."

The pain was hard to ignore, but the scars on her lithe form were testimony enough of greater pain. She could see it in the woman's eyes that she wanted to take the bait, and inwardly she cried out in elation, only to have her hopes crushed by the sound of his voice. When he flung the woman captor across the tent, she sat upright, glaring at him.

"Damn you! I'll kill you myself if you won't finish the job!" Not caring that she was naked and slick with oil, she lunged off the table, hitting his chest with all of her weight, driving them both to the ground. Straddling him quickly, she pinned his elbows beneath her knees and clasped both hands at his throat, squeezing with everything she had.

 

[milfhunter23]

Letting his training taker over he began to count he had 5 minute before passed out he smiled “you think you can still win” he grabbed a pin the woman’s legs turned to rubber he then picks her up. Holding her by her neck his other hand runs over her ass squeezing it. He then force her arms and hands into a stock and sits on top looking over her body again. “Don’t you get it give me a moment a second anything less then instant death is nothing for me” he smiles smacking her ass with a flayed whip drawing blood. He then lest the consort up slowly. His slave woman looks at him scorn and leaves taking her sister with her. “Didn’t you know ferrin sister travel together”

 

[dirtybusiness]

She vented her frustration in a trilling scream when her legs suddenly failed to support her weight. Crumpling on top of him for only an instant before she was bodily lifted, she sagged against his hold, trying to make the grip on her neck fatal.

When she failed yet again, she snarled and snapped like a cornered animal, sinewy arms struggling as she was forced onto her stomach. Then even her arms were useless, his words falling on deaf ears when the bite of leather sliced into her firm, rounded rump. Yelping in surprise and pain, she twisted her neck to stare back at him, her expression one of such shock that if she had seen herself, she probably would have laughed.

 

[milfhunter23]

“You keep that up and I will strap you to my chariot and ride threw the capital” at that he inserted a harness mostly to keep her mouth shut a guard entered because the noise. “Sir her men are rioting and her sister is here” he smiled he had been trying to track down her family since he learned of her existence. “Maybe it will be easier to break her and through her yourself” a woman much like this consort only younger stepped through as soon as he had the brothe rhe would have a full set.

 

[dirtybusiness]

His threat at parading her through the capital evoked a filthy response from her that probably would have made his soldier blush, were it not for the forced entry of the gag in her mouth. The soldier's words, however, caused every muscle in her body that still responded to tense, taut as a bowstring.

"Sir, her men are rioting and her sister is here”

The Yarthuga were hunters when their land was free of conflict. Just as children were taught the ways of war from an early age, they were also taught to track, hunt, and recognize footsteps.

Her younger sister's gait was as familiar to her as the sound of her own breathing. Clenching her eyes shut, she gritted her teeth. She would not buckle. Each and every one of them was prepared for death in service to the spirits. It was the price they paid for the land; it was the only true calling for the Yarthuga.

“Maybe it will be easier to break her and through her yourself”

It was a good thing she was gagged. She prayed fervently that her sister would achieve a swift death. It was the only mercy any of her people would secretly wish for from their enemies.

The thought brought a grimace as she was reminded that she had already bore that wish on her lips, begging for the man to slit her throat like a weakling.

 

[milfhunter23]

He smiled her sister was naked covered in wounds it seemed she put up even more of a fight then her sister. “I wonder well ill let you see each other” he smiled slowly leaving the room” he sat behind another wall one that had been treated so he could see out but she could not see in. a servant cleaned him up as the feerin watched from his side no doubt making a death vow. For a long time the two did nothing hope that is what he had to creat then take away from her again and again. He laughed to himself she was easy to read no doubt she would ask her self to be killed or ask her sister. Only she would find a secret one that few people knew about.

 

[dirtybusiness]

When the men left the room, both women remained still, barely breathing to listen. As it became clear that they were as alone as they could be, Reya limped closer and pulled the gag from Amara's mouth.

"Sister, we have failed." The pain in Reya's voice was almost tangible, causing Amara's heart to flood with grief even as she responded harshly. "Silence! While one is left with breath, the fight is not over."

Reya blinked back tears and shrank slightly from her older sister, shoulders bending deferentially. When it came to spiritual matters, or times of conflict such as these, they were Yarthuga, not siblings. Amara was the spiritual consort and leader of defense. Reya was a warrior, as were the rest of their people, and would follow the Katana to death.

"What will we do?" Reya slipped back to their native tongue, knowing that if the enemy listened, they would hear only jabbering. Smart girl, Amara thought, following suit.

"You have to get out of this tent. Free as many of the men as you can. Reya... is Bodin alive?" She hardly dared to hope that their brother had somehow escaped - as it was, Amara had thought even Reya was dead, and that she and her pack of ten men were all that remained.

"Yes. At least, he was..."
"Find him. Tell him he is to act as Katano in my stead. I give him my rank and my blessing in view of the spirits."

Reya flinched, briefly injured that her sister had skipped her in favor of their brother. She had to remind herself that Amara only wanted the best for their people, and had her reasons.

"Han, Katana." Consenting with a bow of her head, she circled the enclosure silently, searching out a canvas wall that did not have an occupied room behind it. Finally one was found, and she was gone, leaving Amara to herself in the room.

 

[milfhunter23]

Reya flinched, briefly injured that her sister had skipped her in favor of their brother. She had to remind herself that Amara only wanted the best for their people, and had her reasons.

"Han, Katana." Consenting with a bow of her head, she circled the enclosure silently, searching out a canvas wall that did not have an occupied room behind it. Finally one was found, and she was gone, leaving Amara to herself in the room.

He smiled as she knelt beside him placing the crown on her brother’s head it fit loosely like a halo. Using the crown he controlled his old body as he carried his/her body into the room. He could not make the puppet speak new injuries life threatening or so he hoped they look were on the body. “I am sorry sister he was too fast” dropping her body onto the floor he made the puppet leave.

Slowly slipping on his own blood he made his way to the consort real fear was in his eyes real pain. Not since he was a child had he felt such pain and loneliness his own emotions were contaminated. “Sister I am no longer worth of the spirits he took me I could not stop him” in truth it was one of his soldiers but he wanted her hate for him. He laughed what would, she do he never experienced death the one thing he feared even by proxy the one unbroken taboo.

He then changed into the new body his mind was weak he watched it as the girl ran away leaving him unable to move. The body of the consorts was different younger smaller. “sister I need a drink do you have any water”