Thread: Prince of Slaves - The_Fifth Master & Rawr Kitten

The white hot brand struck three times. Three times it seared flesh. Three times the unmistakable cooked flesh smell hung in the air. Three times was there muffled screams, panic in wild eyes, struggling. In the end there were three fresh brands. Two scaring hips and one along the meat of a shoulder blade. Gyth Rune Rider regarded the three in the cart. Three strong mounts to be sure. All well muscled. All lean without more than the normal old marks of past battles. The one of the far right had a wheat colored mane, dark eyes and long legs. The middle was the smallest but only by inches of the one of the right. The mane dark oak and eyes deep blue, the build of a sprinter for sure. Black Arvir moved closer to the foot of the cart. He too regarded the mounts. His eyes scanning for faults and points. The hiss of the brand nearby as Oather dipped it in the cool bucket had both VuNish glancing over. Sark stood at the brazier waiting quietly. Watching soundlessly as Oather worked. Noting details. Memorizing sequences for the time when Sark the Hunter might be allowed the privilege of leading the quest. The cart stirred and Gyths eyes dropped to the three mounts as the stallion curled. He is in pain Gyth thought. Black Arvir looked back to the mounts in the cart No more than necessary. There is salve Sark tossed the pouch at Gyth meaning for him to use it. Gyth moved closer, stepping along the side of the cart. His hand gently resting on the big stallions hip. He uttered a sound that he knew soothed them when they were anxious. Ssshhhhh Gyth said near the stallions shoulder. His hand in the mane of the big head, patting gently. His other hand with a smear of snot like gel. The overpowering smell of Witch hazel and Night Wart filled the air around Gyth fingers. Enough to make Black Arvir snort and take a step away. Sarks hands on his hips as he saw the size of the dose. Hey dont waste it! But Gyths hand was already on the bridled to keep the stallion from jerking his head. His other applying a smear of the stuff on that brand without touching it. He gave the big mount a pat on the head in approval when done and moved away. He applied the goop to the other two. They were all in need as far as Gyth was concerned. Then and only then did he toss the pouch to Sark. My thanks! Black Arvir grinned at Gyth and looked over at Oather as the proud and aged VuNish hung the cool brand on the hook VuNish height on the wall. Oather turned to the others Let us be off. It is a full nights walk to the Mudsell Bog Sark was already leading the Xul cart out of the stable and in a westward direction. He led the way but his thoughts were on the cart. His eyes had been on that wheat maned mount and he wanted to get this over with before he started to act like Gyth. Gyth walked beside Oather Mudsell Bog. That place is known for carbics. They run in packs there. Why do we go there. Its isolated and dangerous. If a mount escapes the tether. If they try to escape and run into a pack of carbics Black Arvir placed a gentle hand on Gyths shoulder Do you think your stallion will try to escape? Gyth looked from Black Arvir to Oather then to the cart. He is wild untamed Sark glanced over his shoulder to the other three He fought well without weapons while chained upside down Oather leaned on his walking stick as the cart moved up a slight incline. He did not thrash and smear the heat of the brand. He is smart Black Arvir looked at the cart Do you think your stallion is smart and fights well? Gyth nodded with confidence Yes Sark nodded The bog is the first stop. Do you think he will try to escape? Gyth looked to Sark Yes Oather nodded The carbics will run him Gyth looked at Oather He is smart Black Arvir saw the fork in the road up ahead He has no weapon Gyths eyes fell once again on the green eyed stallion He has me