This is a few moment before Amans post
Ekatran lead the way again, through the dim forest. Shivana was behind him still covered in the blood of Ranchard. She had done her best to clean herself, but she was not going to waste a precious water supply on her vanity. The other two followed behind. It was all silent, no one had said anything, at least not to her. Ekatran had not punished her for her waywardness, she smiled, maybe he was scared? What had Ranchard ment when h said a woman as her?
She did not muse over that contemplation long. She started to think about the kill. Killing Ranchard had been exciting, exhilarating and she wanted to it again. She admitted that she would get more thrill from actually hunting and catching her kill, but she had not done it in so many days she was hungry for it and would take any thing.
They were coming closer to a clearing and she could see a shape on the floor, one of the slaves the old man. They had left him! How disloyal! Then she thought, why would they leave him? Surely they would not, they would not. Her mind raced and she slowly fell to the back of the company behind Dorlas. No, there was something wrong here, it was too perfect. However she did not speak up, she just halted her horse. The others continued…
[ June 13, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]
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