Ru-Sahn tore after the shadow of the running girl, leaving Skara and the others to deal with the traitor, Nura. He soon discovered the girl was quick, but slowly, slowly he gained on her, his breath coming in hisses through clenched teeth. Following her through the dark labyrinth that was the forest, his sinews pushed to their extent, he sped onwards, only a little behind his target, who weaved and leapt through the wood, until finally he came within reach. Lunging forward, Ru-Sahn grabbed Nuhrive's shoulder, pulling her back. She yelled in fear and surprise as she fell to the ground, and reaching for her dagger grasped cold air. Turning back over she found its point at her throat. She stared up in surprise at Ru-Sahn. His face remained neutral.
"Tyulya, anyatimė," Ru-Sahn commanded the fearful girl. "Yes, I know your tongue well," he added when her eyes went wide. "Tyul!" he yelled, and Nuhrive stood. Ru-Sahn glared as he took her arm and led her back to the camp. "I never should have let you out of my sight," he muttered.
[ January 22, 2003: Message edited by: Ithaeliel ]
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His little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.
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