27 March 2013

part of 4th novel
yes some of you might recognize the names. these people hurt some people i know, so they die in the novels, painfully.

Dark caves of trade.
The dealers approach the caves, invited by the guards half human and Bayt,
“Welcome.” Meljar bows, offering the people inside the entrance after a short wait,
Maston enters first, gripping his sword handle tight being prepared for anything,
As Daythorn walks through, being pushed along by a Bayt behind with a wing,
Entering a part of the cave with crystals producing some light,
The leader of the Bayts stands, rolling back his fangs after a victim bite,
Giving the woman he drank blood from to his servant next to him,
Maston shakes a little seeing her pale, even in the light being dim,
“you have come to offer a trade?” Eshindle walks closer showing his size,
“yes.” Maston answers, “In return the location of the exiles?” Eshindle asks being wise,
“Yes, and prisoners for your food.” Maston offers, as Eshindle smiles with blooded lips,
“your favourite is not eating.” Meljar interrupts, trying to feed her with bugs as her blood drips,
“I see your running low on food.” Maston observes as they force beetles down her throat,
“You are correct.” Eshindle nods, as Daythorn lifts covers his exposed skin with his coat,
“We will meet Elisora in one day, I will bring my best hunters.” Eshindle shakes Maston’s hand,
“I’m sure she will be happy.” Maston smiles back as Eshindle is happy for their territory to expand,
Leaving the caves, Daythorn covers his mouth to stop from spewing up his guts,
As they hear the screams of captured people, and smell rotting blood from their cuts,
Squinting in the brightness of the day, seeing storm clouds of rain over the hills,
“after this deal, the West is ours.” Maston smiles, as Daythorn looks at the pile of kills,
“at a sickening price.” Daythorn comments, not handling the rotting bodies of people in a pile,
“come my friend, we must hurry back.” Maston begins to run, as getting back will take a while.