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piosenniel · 03-31-2003, 03:24 PM

Arien’s post

Shivana lay back in her bed, light streamed through her window bathing her room. She could hear the morning call over the slave camp and then the continuing murmur of those dense slaves. She hated them with a passion, thinking they were all high and mighty. Ha! They weren’t so full of themselves now, now they could feel what it was like to dig in the dirt and be beat and punished. She couldn’t wait for the hunt, she loved it. Seeing the faces of those slaves when they were picked, it was priceless. And then actually hunting them gave her such a rush. Tricking them was easy, she was clever and they were mostly stupid. And when she ran after them they were so scared it was brilliant, they underestimated her speed all the time.

She got up out of her bed, got dressed and collected her daggers and whip and made her way down to where the slaves were. It was humid outside and the air hung, suspended in time. There was no breeze at all. As she looked over them a small child walked up to her and pulled on her boots.

“Drink?” it said quietly."Drink?" it said again but louder. It persisted to tug at her boot.

“NO!” Shivana screamed, she whipped the child who was now crying its eyes out. “Whos child is this?”, she waited, no- one came forward. "I said whos child is this?" All the slaves were silent, eyes fixed upon Shivana. "Right then, if no one owns it it has no use here!" she shouted. She bent down behind the child who was now playing happily with the sand on the ground. She place her dagger delicately across its throat. "Ant takers?" she said smiling at the horrified slaves.

"Shes mine" said a woman, crawling forward.

"Oh is she, shes beautiful!" exclaimed Shivana.

"Why thankyou stuttered the slave" as she cautiosly moved closer to her child.

"Shame really......" and with that Shivana cut the childs throat. Warm blood gushed over her hand. "Opps, my hand slipped." and she got up and walked back to her post.

"You monster", screamed the woman craddeling the dead child in her arms. Her clothes covered in blood.

Shivana turned round on her heels," What did you say?" She drew close to the woman holding her right dagger to her face. "Well...?"

"Nothing..." whispered the woman.

"Well, good", she said quietly and she whipped the woman across the face and walked away. The whole crowd of slaves just stared at her.

"Get back to work!" she shouted, "Unless you want to be picked for the hunt?" they quickly were back working. Shivana laughed to her self and took her post, next to Kavita her friend. They laughed together about the incedent. Shivana could not wait for tye night, she was sure she would get picked for the hunt

03-31-2003, 03:24 PM	#3
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	Arien’s post Shivana lay back in her bed, light streamed through her window bathing her room. She could hear the morning call over the slave camp and then the continuing murmur of those dense slaves. She hated them with a passion, thinking they were all high and mighty. Ha! They weren’t so full of themselves now, now they could feel what it was like to dig in the dirt and be beat and punished. She couldn’t wait for the hunt, she loved it. Seeing the faces of those slaves when they were picked, it was priceless. And then actually hunting them gave her such a rush. Tricking them was easy, she was clever and they were mostly stupid. And when she ran after them they were so scared it was brilliant, they underestimated her speed all the time. She got up out of her bed, got dressed and collected her daggers and whip and made her way down to where the slaves were. It was humid outside and the air hung, suspended in time. There was no breeze at all. As she looked over them a small child walked up to her and pulled on her boots. “Drink?” it said quietly."Drink?" it said again but louder. It persisted to tug at her boot. “NO!” Shivana screamed, she whipped the child who was now crying its eyes out. “Whos child is this?”, she waited, no- one came forward. "I said whos child is this?" All the slaves were silent, eyes fixed upon Shivana. "Right then, if no one owns it it has no use here!" she shouted. She bent down behind the child who was now playing happily with the sand on the ground. She place her dagger delicately across its throat. "Ant takers?" she said smiling at the horrified slaves. "Shes mine" said a woman, crawling forward. "Oh is she, shes beautiful!" exclaimed Shivana. "Why thankyou stuttered the slave" as she cautiosly moved closer to her child. "Shame really......" and with that Shivana cut the childs throat. Warm blood gushed over her hand. "Opps, my hand slipped." and she got up and walked back to her post. "You monster", screamed the woman craddeling the dead child in her arms. Her clothes covered in blood. Shivana turned round on her heels," What did you say?" She drew close to the woman holding her right dagger to her face. "Well...?" "Nothing..." whispered the woman. "Well, good", she said quietly and she whipped the woman across the face and walked away. The whole crowd of slaves just stared at her. "Get back to work!" she shouted, "Unless you want to be picked for the hunt?" they quickly were back working. Shivana laughed to her self and took her post, next to Kavita her friend. They laughed together about the incedent. Shivana could not wait for tye night, she was sure she would get picked for the hunt __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.