By a hair warning
Aramintia could not see above the big hill that seemed to be infront of her, she leaned down and started to crawl up the hill like a small larl hoping no one would spot her.
Crow (melchior.wardell) seemed to have at times this sixth sense when others approached. He stopped in his way to the tree, to see if anyone might have rattled some bones. His eyes narrow when the girl was there. Her nakedness a hellfire against the dark of the trees. “What do you think you are doing.” he asks his voice booming as if with the first words spoken he would set the scene of her being in danger.
Aramintia looked up and flutters her lashes quickly and started to stutters on her words “oohh greetings master greetings” she said as she knelt down “I I I was just picking berries and saw the bridge and thought there were berries on this side and decided to come look” she looked up and smiled bright.
Crow (melchior.wardell) moved closer to her and his steps didn’t seem to be heard. It was his way to walk silent with stealth it had been beaten into him over years of training. When he was close enough he attempted to grab her blond locks of hair and if he succeeded would drag her to the banner and skeletons. His eyes were lifeless and void of any emotion and yet there seems to be this sinister air that he seemed to wear as this tick cloak that held his thoughts to murder in this iron grip.
Aramintia felt the tug of his strong grip on her long blonde hair, she quickly rose and followed him so he would not pull it out of the root. Her heart started to beat faster and her eyes drew open wide. She could see he was quite angry and she now had much fear within. She could see the tavern from where they sat and now wished she never crossed that damn bridge.
Crow (melchior.wardell) forcer her with the grip on her hair to look at the skeletons and the black banner that were there “Tell me … what do you think these things say ?” he spat to her, clearly not a man that had much patience with wandering slaves “You wish to hang there too, slave ?” his other hand shoots to her collar to see if there might be a name inscribed that would tell him who owned her.
Aramintia trembled in her skin, clearly she could see this master meant business and she had crossed the line today. She was always such a obedient slave and made her master proud and now it seemed she was in a world of trouble. SHe feared with all the fear in her heart, her master would sell her and get rid of her for sure because of this… she whimpered and small voice came from her lips, “please forgive me master please I will never cross into your lands again please forgive me”
Crow (melchior.wardell) narrows his eyes “Girl … I asked you a question … what sign did you miss hmmm ?” he spat while he now twisted her locks to his fist to make it even tighter around it and perhaps pull it painfully from her scalp “Don’t play dumb … I doubt you are some nitwit kid of 8 years … WHAT … did you miss … Is this.” he pushed her face agains the bones of one that hadn’t been there that long and which smell was clearly that of a cropse. Perhaps even some little bugs were scurrying over the rotten flesh “Tell me … what should I do to warn the likes of you to not go beyond this … You think we like them as decoration ?”
Aramintia felt as he pushed her forward into the bones that sat there hanging, her face flinched and the stentched went right up her nose, she would try not to make it face but was finding it hard. The pain of his grip on her hair causing her to now sweat in pure fear. She again would stumble upon her words fearing her life. His spit upon her face “Please master she begged I was picking berries and I had heard so much about the black caste that was behind the tavern and I Just crossed without thinking”. Please master Please I will never do it again. I made a stupid mistake.”
Crow (melchior.wardell) glared at her “You heard so much about the black caste ?” he asks turning her face to his. His eyes were like daggers piercing through hers. “Who … is … and you think we are what … nice fellows .. that will just spread our arms and invite you in for a good fuck.” he said. His voice started to less in anger but with it there was this poisonous tone that perhaps was more dangerous than his anger had been.
Aramintia eyes met with his, she knew she should look down and not meet with his but she didnt, she looked into them and could see how angry he was and that she had crossed into the wrong place. As she looked at him, her voice still full of fear within she said “sorry master please if you can forgive me it will never never happen again”. I met the healer and we talked a bit and then showed a man where your land was the other moons and I should have never crossed.”
Khyos Dagger: not exactly sure what this was but he didn’t step off of the bridge…from his experience it was not waise to tread across ground that wa marked in black and had a corpse hanging from a tree at the enterance…he saw the man and slave at the end of the bridge so he moved across and stopped short of solid land…”Tal”
Crow (melchior.wardell) noted the man step on the bridge but held his eyes to her. Her plead would fall on deaf ears however her words were very well taken in consideration. “What man ?” he asks. His hand that held her hair in a tight twist didn’t faulter while his other digged within the folds of his cloak. The intent to him was clear but for others it was perhaps a guess. “Who owns you slut ?” he asks while he now cuts a glance to the man “YOu want to watch while I scalp this slave to get my point acrossed in the village ?” he asks his voice devoid of emotion as if they were suddenly shut down and he was in a more solid state of controlling them.
Aramintia sweat beading down the small of her back, the day she thought would be so peaceful. Make some pies for her master and start her daily chores had turned into a total disaster. She now feared for her life, it seemed he wanted to use her as some example to other not to cross the bridge. She wasnt it sure but it seemed as his grip seemed stronger and his eyes looked towards her. She would see the other master cross the bridge from corner of her eye, she could not see who it was but when he spoke would note it was not her master. Her voice trembled as she tried to answer him, she almost felt death would be better right now, for she did not want her master to be displeased. Whimpered and said I showed Master (Lycos) here from the tavern a few moons ago, and and my master is Master (Atom). her eyes lowered as to wait to be killed.
Khyos Dagger: he watched the two and seemed indiffernt…”No…I really have to desire to see you kill this slave or any other this day….though it would be a pity…she is a bit on the dumpy side but not all together displeasing to look at…I would think one dead hanging from the tree would suffice but if you really want to make it clear that the bridge is not to be crossed might I suggest a dead body on the other side of the bridge.”
Crow (melchior.wardell) eyes narrow slightly to the man but felt no need to explain the fact the girl had not only crossed the bridge that held more than one corpse rotting there, but nearly made it into his camp. Her words that had taught him she had been here out of curiosity made him aware that a signal was perhaps best. He moved his hand lower so the girl would be on her knees while he pressed his knee to her shoulder to keep her in that position while he now released the lock he had gripped before but would now take as much hair he could with his hand. His other that had been hidden had released the knife from his belt and with a well aimed cut he would cut her long stresses nearly from their root. “I think this will be a message … that we aren’t the welcoming type … but as she is defenseless and perhaps dumb …I might do worse to those that aren’t fools and armed. ” while he now draped her long hair around her neck and kicked her in the direction of Khyos.
Aramintia body trembled in fear as her eyes closed waiting to see what would be her fate. Her days would be over or not but when her master found word it would all come back again to bite her in the ass. Things and events and faces passing through her head as she waited, as she felt him now bring her down to her knees with his force, her body shrank down into the dirt. She felt as he held on to her long lockets would he cut her throat from the back and lay her there on the bridge to die….As she now heard the knife her body clinched and her eyes shut tighter and she felt the rip and tear of her hair…A slow whimper came from her lips as she fell toward the other master feet.
Crows Murder 
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