Thread: Prince of Slaves - The_Fifth Master & Rawr Kitten

They were the things told to children to keep them in their beds at night. The monster under the bed. The monster outside the window. They were never called VuNish. But depending on where you were raised they were gremiks, ekgins, Rorks, and the thump in the night. It was said that The VuNish by one of the other names had almond-shaped eyes. Eye colors varied from amber to lavender. Hair that was curly, and colors ran from charcoal to blue silver or yellow grey and kept very short. VuNish were said to be beardless with a large handle bar moustache. The older the VuNish the more the mustache would curl towards the ears. Pride and age. Their skin the color of red clay. The mark of the VuNish was their nearly-nonexistent eyebrows and a strong chin. They were humanoid. They were said to be three foot or better and no one had ever seen a VuNish female. The VuNish were the conquers that didnt care to occupy kingdoms and preferred that others stayed in their own like reasonable neighbors. VuNish had learned over time that humans were simply insane and must have a constant reminder why they should stay in their own neighborhoods. In the minds of the VuNish that was the purpose for the Nest of Nothingness and the Market of Human Flesh. It fights came the thought of Gyth Rune Runner to the plump Oather True Seeker. You will be seen warns Oather True Seeker. Let Black Arvir have a look. It will be my mount. It is strong hoped Gyth Rune Runner. You will be seen. There is one looking even now warns Sark the Hunter. Tied and upside down. It fights. It is strong. Black Arvir grinned and put a hand on Gyth Rune Riders shoulder. I can remember when they all fought remarked Oather True Seeker. They died well. They were good mounts. Trusted. And the mares whelped ever other year Gyth! See to the Xul instructed Oather True Seeker. Sark the Hunter glances over at old plump Oather. Pride and age revealed in the whisk of mustache that curled round both ears. The thick head of hair gone yellow grey showed the passing of time. Time earned leading men to claim their mounts and then tame them. Sark hoped one day to be a Truth Seeker. He hoped on day to curl his mustache around his ears and mount a mare until she whelped. Black Arvir was almost as old. To tell the truth he might be older but did not go the way of the True Seeker. He turned to the shadows. He turned to the old ways. To the caverns of the earth. He returned above ground only seldom. This was the mid year moon and Black Arvir said it was important although he couldnt explain why or how. Sark didnt really care he was glad for the company and glad that Black Arvir came along. He was good with the earth and with other things. A lot like Gyth Rune Rider. But Gyth had a gift. They said hed been born on the same day that his fathers mare whelped. The old queen said it was a sign but died before she bothered to say what sign. So here was Gyth Rune Rider, middle age and never married. Never had a mare whelp. Never went anywhere or did anything except ride from outpost to outpost delivering messages to those watching for trouble. Not even important messages unless mail from mum counted. Gyth was here to get his first wild mount. His friends here to help and guide him. So when night fell and the moon shone bright. The group of four walked to the grove of trees where three hung upside down. Gyth was waiting by the big stallion when Oather True Seeker came with the extractors. It took a few minutes of measuring before Oather and Black Arvor had the four molars out. Gyth himself set the head harness and adjusted the snaffle bit in place. It took a moment more to hood him. Gyth Rune Rider straightened He is ready for the cart, Sark back the Xul up. Oather looked at Gyth He should be branded Sark was moving the Xul into position to put the big animal in the cart with the other two. Black Arvir came around the cart to stand by Oather Do you wish to brand him yourself, Gyth? Well...I.. Sark the Hunter grinned. Course he will, he put up a years gomber for the kits and hire They lowered the big stallion into the cart with the other two. Oather grinned Hip? Sark shook his head Shoulder, right? Black Arvir glanced over at Gyth, Where will you put that brand Gyth? Well ... I.. Oather patted Gyth Rune Riders shoulder Lets have a look at the brands shall we? Sark lead the Xul with the cart Shoulder, right?