Prologue
#1 of Tale's of the wanderer's
Authors note
This is the first story I am submitting for public view, any and all constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged, I would vary much appreciate any helpful advice or guidance, Thank you.
-Ctthuruate
Prologue
It was miserable for Ayden to open his eyes. The dank interior of the stockade dungeon was difficult to see in, let alone pleasant to see in. the chilly vault was poorly lit by two flickering flambeaux, the vault itself was badly encrusted with niter which was deposited deep into the cracks of the cyclopean masonry.
The poor fox's legs ached badly from lack of movement, his cell only 4½ ft tall and 5x4 feet long & wide made any movement almost impossible.
The feted stench of the open drainage trench in the middle of the floor filled the room made all the worse as his captors let his use it one every day before tossing him back into his tiny hole.
From above he could only hear the guard cackle in their foreign language, but no matter how foreign it seemed it became all to clear as to what was happening. He had been trapped in the forests of Gaillan, been shoved in with other confused and frightened clansman into a tiny room aboard a ship, barely fed reducing his already small build, and then spirited down to an unknown land and then being shoved into this cell for two weeks...
It did not take a sage to determine the situation. The fox hugged his aching knees close to his naked body to try and gain some warmth in the frigid dungeon, a soft whimper escaped from his muzzle...
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Nafusir grimaced, as he looked over the once proud city of Whiteport, like cancer spreading through the veins, the braziers of the Hatusa lit the streets formerly under his control.
It was now that his almond shaped pupils drifted to the fortress like temple of the Hatusa; a few lights were lit from within. The tiger felt his heart beat with crimson hate as he looked at what he viewed as a parasite in his city.
"My lord,"
"Why have you disturbed me Sababa," his voice murmured drearily.
"My lord, Balad has is growing more impatient, he demands an answer,"
"Tell him to wait" His voice more irritated.
"My lord, if I may ask, you seem... distracted,"
"... Sababa, you are but a Servant... I would suggest you not dig into the affairs of others," Nafusir reprimanded.
"My lord, I spoke out of term"
"Leave me," He commanded, not one in the conversation taking his eyes away from the window.
His almond shaped eyes narrowed, his ears stood on end as he heard the drums of the temple, another sacrifice...the lion thought grimly...
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"The Portland astrological society has informed us that a rare astrological phenomenon will make an appearance in the skies of northern Maine tonight, so you farmers who are within the western half of Aroostook county will get a nice light show tonight..."
Marcus could hardly listen to the radio, he would change it but if it was one thing his father had taught him it was that you should always keep an eye out for the weather, and at 7:48 at night 114.8 WKGY was the only one that broadcasted the weather.
Marcus hated being a Nightfly as his father always referred to Night airplane Flying.
"Tonight's forecast is expected to be clear I'm Rick stander, this is 114.8 WKGY..."
Marcus looked at the dash clock (8:02 P.M.) he quickly returned his gaze to the window. His breath was taken away...
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Nauil looked over the gleaming Water. The mid day sun made the water seem like shards of the sun. From the city docks it seemed less intimidating. Nauil let out a soft sigh as she looked over the massive ocean. For many years the wolf girl looked over the White Sea to calm herself.
But there was little to be calm about these days. The various factions of the city were pulling the city brick by brick. The slightest spark could ignite the city in a bloody civil war. To make the volatile situation worse pressure from the southern border of Seran & northern border of Altra was a war in the making and the city-state of Blackhook would burn in it.
Nauil's father had already lost his life in the strife, during a deadly market riot. The city swelled with refuges that were fleeing the border of Altra & Seran Blackhook the only neutral territory along the two was full to bursting point. And the surrounding farmlands could not support all of them.
Her fears of safety grew each day. In all honesty she was scared stiff...
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The weight of the chains against Sibuna's back served only to increase the jackal's rage. The shadows of the bars blended with his fur perfectly. His body ached from the beating he received from the guards
The last thing he could remember was six guards in the arena pounding him into blackness; oddly enough Sibuna could not remember what he had done to piss off the guards
"THAT'S HIM! THAT'S THE ONE WHO TOOK DOWN KRUSSK!"
Sibuna looked up to see a boar with black eyes, split lips and cuffed ears. Next to the yelling boar stood a rather tall lion.
"YOU SON OF A WHORE I'LL GIT YA! I'LL GIT YA GOOD!" the boar yelled again he open snout revealed a few freshly broken teeth.
Sibuna began to grin only for the porpoise of pissing the boar off.
The boar flew over the edge and began pounding on the edge of the bars "I'LL KILL YA!! I'LL KILL YA!!"
The jackal spat at the boar and a slimy wad of spit hit him in the face "WELL THEN DON'T STAND THERE COME ON IN AND I'LL FIX YA LIKE I DID LAST NIGHT!"
The lion pulled the boar away from the bars
"SAVE YA BREATH! HE GETS THE ROPE IN AN HOUR ANY WAY"
The boar sneered at the jackal, he lowered his voice "That's right, you gonna hang for killin Krussk, An I'll skin ya corpse and make a belt outa ya,"
Sibuna spat at him again, this time hitting him square in his black eye. The boar's pudgy hands shot up and covered his eyes. The lion had to pull his fellow guard away from the bars...
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End prologue
Tales of the wanderers