7th Century, 632, Mournful 15th
South of the Elven forest
On their way to the encampment, Verena was surprisingly-to her-more than happy to see a column of Warg riders approaching them. At least sixty of them came out to meet them after word reached Kashk of what had happened. She was now realizing that he did indeed care about her. The signs had been there, but now, she really started realizing it. He cared deeply about her.
This was reinforced when they arrived at the camp Kashk had taken over. It belonged to the fourth and final Clan of Warg’s in the area. When Kashk’s word arrived about his demand, the son of the Bloodlord challenged his father and slayed him in ritualistic combat. Komb’baR. Komb’baR was the name of the ritual where the Bloodlord was challenged over the Clans power. It was mostly sons, nephews, brothers or other family members, at some occasion’s even women, that challenged the Bloodlord. Sometimes it was Shamans or strong warriors. When Kashk arrived the young and naïve new Bloodlord agreed to grant Kashk full command of the Clans, but with his position intact. They sealed it by blood. By cutting across their hands and dripping blood into a bowl. Unfortunately, the Bloodlord was too naïve. With the contract signed by blood, Kashk was free to challenge the young male for the Clans leader post. He easily killed the young male.
Kashk came out to meet them. He ran towards Verena, to her surprise. He stopped and looked at the human female leading the horse. He had a suspicious glare.
“It’s okay,” Verena promised. “Her name is Vykaria and she saved my life.”
His glare eased up and he hurried over to the horse they were on. He grabbed Verena’s hips roughly and lifted her down. He gripped her hips harder after and looked down at her, into her orange eyes. For a moment the black skinned Dark elf stared into the large black furred Warg’s yellow eyes.
“I’m glad to see you safe, little lady,” he said softly with a smile. He glanced down as she put her smaller arms on his black furred ones. “Are you wounded in any way?”
She shook her head.
“N-no.”
He smiled wider and looked at Vykaria.
“I owe you human. That’s something I’ve never said before. You can have anything you want.”
“Already have,” she responded simply with a polite bow.
“She w-want to serve me,” Verena explained. “I granted her wish.” She was worried he wouldn’t approve of it.
To her relief, he nodded.
“Very well.” His eyes shifted back to Verena. “Captain good job. We shall mourn our dead tonight.”
The captain nodded and bowed his head.
“I sent some of the men you send us to gather the dead and retrieve the most powerful enemy bodies.”
“Good. We shall feast on them and use their strongest bones for tools and weapons.”
“I think you want to see her,” the captain shoved the mercenary woman forward.
Tyra stumbled and almost tripped. She gasped when she faced Kashk. The Bloodlord glared at her and growled. He looked at the female. She had a dark brown leather shirt, but her bottom was absolutely bare and exposed. Tyra trembled and looked pleadingly at Verena.
“You’ll tell us everything, won’t you?” Verena said.
She nodded swiftly.
Verena smiled.
“She’s mine.” Kashk looked at her. First surprised. “She’s my slave now. Her life is mine, and her fate.” The last part was an obvious warning for Tyra. To remind her what could happen if she disobeyed.
She kneeled. “I am your humble servant mistress and grand Bloodlord.”
He stepped closer to her.
“Why did you attack?” He growled.
“W-we w-were hired t-to-to k-kill the m-mistress. Forgive me.”
“By whom?”
“I-I don’t know. I-I s-swear!”
“I believe her,” Verena stated. “She’s too scared to lie.”
Kashk snorted and turned around.
“I suppose we should let a Shaman heal that broken arm.”
“T-thank you, tha-th-thank you Bloodlord,” Tyra exclaimed in her gratitude.
“Tell me, who leads your group and how many are there in it?”
“A-a Dragon elf woman named Jillian Wolfheart. I-I know h-her name doesn’t s-sound elven, but s-s-s-she w-wa-wasn’t raised by Dragon elves, but a kind dwarven family. Her village w-was burnt-”
“I didn’t ask for her backstory.”
“S-sorry!”
He groaned in annoyance.
“T-there are a-almost t-thr-three-hundred members of our mercenary g-group. We c-control four different castles in Ardaena. Th-they’ll b-be back.”
“They can try,” Kashk growled confidently. “They’ll fall easily before my feet.”
Kashk led Verena away with a gently hand behind her back.
“You must be exhausted.”
I-I am, yes,” she admitted.
Vykaria followed close behind Verena.
“I have had transportation prepared for you. My men, old and new are packing up camp to travel to a new encampment soon.”
She stared surprised at her means of transportation. It was a carried chair of nice dark oak tree and red drapers covering the doors on each side. It was large enough for two to four elves to fit in, but maybe only one or two Warg’s. The long carrying poles was long enough for a total of six Warg’s to carry it. Verena smiled. She had never been or even touch one before. Last year a noble came through the village and he was traveling in a carried bed, carried by servants.
“This Clan captured it in a raid,” Kashk explained, smiling at her excited expression. “You can sleep the entire journey home without being bothered. If they dare try again, the mercenaries will find that my army will be in the way.”
“K-Kashk?” She used his name for the first time.
“Yes my pretty elf?”
“Your warriors fought very bravely,” she said somberly. “T-they…they were very brave.”
“Our warriors,” he corrected.
She blinked. Ours? Including mine?
“You are my mate. Making my men, ours.”
She turned completely to him.
“You said, new encampment. Are we leaving? Not going back to the old camp?”
He shook his furry head.
“No dear and pretty elf. I have sent word to them. They’ll meet us there. I have grand plans.” He stretched his arms into the air. “Warg’s everywhere will flock to me. To my clan.”
“W…eh, why?”
He looked down and grinned.
“You’ll see in a few days, when we arrive. Ahm, you understand, Verena this means I cannon aid your village for some time. But if you are unhappy with that…”
She shook her head and glared at the ground.
“No. They can all die for all I care.”
“Good. Then I am in no hurry.”
“Seriously though. Can’t you t-tell me? Please. What’s going on?”
He grinned wider and shook his head. He smacked her bottom gently, making her squeak.
“Not yet. Now get into that carried chair. Its surely comfy and soft and all mushy. There’s a pelt in case you get cold. Just let me know if you need anything.” He raised his hand. “Oh, I forgot. There’s a gift inside. Something I found in this camp and thought of you.”
With peaked interest Verena opened the chair carriage and saw a long red dress inside. She grabbed it and folded it out in front of her. It was absolutely beautiful. Simply beautiful. So adorable and sweet of him to think of her when he saw it. For a moment she forgot that he was a brutal and bloodthirsty Warg.639Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6BHiHlglQs
