[piosenniel]

Amanaduial’s post

Fionel pushed her short, sun bleached hair out of her eyes, standing to stretch her back. A whip slicked out over her back, cracking above her head, just a warning this time, a warning that next time it would not just make her duck.

“Get back to work, Fionel! Just because you’ve been selected by His Lordship, doesn’t mean you don’t have to work!” The guards harsh voice rang out from the side of the field. Fionel glared balefully at him, leaning back on her knees to squint at him against the scorching sun.

“Whats that supposed to mean?” She called back at him, then bit her lip, knowing she shouldve kept her mouth shut. The guard mock gasped, but a wicked glint was in his eyes.

“Insolence! Insolence must be punished!” He quoted one of the rules and flicked his long whip at Fionel, who rolled to the side, a talent perfected out of practice, but a second whip flicked over harder from another guard. It drew a scorching, red hot line across her back and Fionel cried out as it laid into her skin as if it was red hot. The first guard dragged her back to her knees and she attempted to hit him, foolishly, as she was tired out of already working several hours in the field. He struck her across the face and the girl reeled back into the mud. He looked scornfully down at her.
“Get back to work, slave.” He hissed at her. Gritting her teeth against the tears and the insults welling up, Fionel got back on her knees and back to work. Besides, if she worked it would take her mind off what was going to happen tonight…the picking for The Hunt….