« on: May 05, 2014, 03:30:08 PM »
The landscape was familiar from the rare nights that Elessaria had spoken of her homeland. Luke passed the freesia, her favorite flower, and the scent brought memories flooding back to him of his elf with them sprinkled and intwined in braids in her hair.
?For luck, A?mael.? She would say quietly when he was caught studying the small flowers.
He stopped and looked down near his boot where two of the flowers grew, and bent to pluck them carefully. One was tucked into Bandito?s collar, the other was put into his shirt pocket.
?She said dey bring luck, ?Dito... we need all we can git.?
The wooded landscape was welcoming, but something was missing and it took a long walk toward a familiar pull to realize what was missing.
?Ain? a sound out here, ?Dito... not even our footprints. Swamp?s got all kind o? sounds, but it?s like a tomb out here.?
He spoke to the dog and watched as he cocked his head to the side as if understanding every word.
?We?ll get her home.?
The fire was small, but the smoke plume grew from the wet wood they were trying to keep lit.
?When I ordered wood for the fire, I spoke of the dry fallen that litter the forest floor.? The creature?s horned head turned to face the other who stood in silence with downcast eyes. ?You hacked down some of the master?s trees, obviously.? His lips curled away from yellowed fangs as he turned to huff a breath into the dying embers. ?I do not like it here in a dead land.? He said quietly.
?I saw not a deer, bird, or any manner of beast since Master brought her here. Even the fish in the waters have all but disappeared. I hunger.?
?We both hunger, Imbicile.? The horned one swatted out a large hand and knocked the smaller to his back. ?If Master is right, there could be someone coming for her, maybe an army... we will dine on their flesh.?
?I hope it is elven. Their flesh is so sweet.? He spat a mouthful of blue blood onto the ground after the words were spoken. ?Why must you hit Efocador so hard??
?Because, Oeobach in charge, Master says.? He puffed out his chest. ?Oeobach strongest, and chosen to lead others when we summon with fire we cannot light.?
His hand raised to strike the small one, but he dodged the blow which started a fight between the two.
Luke watched them through the scope on the Stoner while Bandito stared with wide, yellow eyes as he took it all in. The scope wasn?t needed for a shot, as they were close enough to hear every word said, but he wanted to see what he might be dealing with.
?I ain?t an expert, but they look like demons.? He said quietly.
Bandito turned his head slowly away from the fighting pair, his eyes staying on them as his head turned until that last moment he met Luke?s. The dog moved the same way when he was crouched low, watching the squirrels at home, and was being scolded by Eless for wanting to chase them.
?Don?t do it,? Luke said as he moved slowly to get the pack off his back. ?They aren?t squirrels, and whatever they look like now, can change to somethin? like a bus and eat you for a furry snack.?
Luke?s own movements were slow and deliberate. The pack was opened as quietly as possible as he watched Bandito turn and slowly watch the pair again. ?Don?t worry my fuzzy friend, I?ll let you bite one of them, soon.?
He pulled the bottle from within and turned it over. It was plastic, with a blue plastic lid and an embossed cross.
?I hope they are regular, God-Fearin? sorts.? He said as he placed the bottle down and reached into the pack again. ?And. I hope they ain?t too fond of my own wrath.?
He pulled the pin on the smooth, round grenade and just like high school threw the baseball sized object right into the ?net of home plate? which was this time, their campfire. It was followed by the canister incendiary, which wasn?t as easily thrown.
"Cover your ears, boy. It's going to get loud." He pulled the dog toward him and the rock near their post to wait for what seemed like an eternity.