Thread: Shifting Sands [ Rook10 & Bear ]

Nyla struggled to understand at first but the moment that she realized that it would be a hint to get revenge she was sold. The moment the release was given to end the vigil those that were nearby collected his body, as the pyre had already been built to send him properly back to the sands that they had all come from. They already had his body burning by the time that Ramla came from the tents, her hands clasping in front of her as she watched the once strong man be returned to that of which hed come from. The fire burned hot and the reek of sorrow tainted the village, letting all that were within sniffing distance know that there had been a loss that was deep enough for all to feel. The coals were still hot when she finally stepped forward towards where his head had once burned. She was gentle as she scooped up hot coals and ash alike, her palms burning and adding blood to the mix as she stepped away to return to Nyla, her Seeing objects in a pouch that was held at her hip. In the privacy of Nylas tent, she closed the flaps so that no one could enter to interrupt. Ramla sat herself down on the bed that had once belonged to the beloved deceased, pulling out her objects. The first was her looking glass - a crystal that held the sands from the very heart of the desert they had all come from, and a small herb that had been half-burned already before. She poured the hot ashes into her crystal, letting it mix with the sands before she lit the herb. Nyla, She murmured the womans name, letting the emotions that Zoran had felt for her before flood her body, Dont trust what you See. Arousal. The first thing that flooded her was an arousal that was unlike anything else and a small that hung heavy in her nose enough to enflame her and make her feel more beast than anything else. Her nostrils flared and she recognized the scent immediately. There was a female in heat close. She made his eyes open and finally saw what she needed - he was caged, for now, put close to the young vixen that had been taken just a mere two nights previous. The female was young still - a mere sixteen years of age and going through only her second heat. Her scent was strong, as her body had not been cared for properly as a young female should have been. By tradition, she would have been cared for by the elderly women in the village and her sex kept cleaned with water so that the men would not be enraged by her until she was primed to be mated by her husband. These furless beasts knew nothing of the anthro kind and how their bodies worked. Zoran was nearly in a fury from his desire, his cock thick, hard, and dripped as he paced inside of the tight space. The furless beasts were fascinated by her, probing at her swollen and pink pussy as she pressed against the bars in her desperation to relieve the agony of her unstimulated heat. Each time one of them spread her lips he felt the wave of rage again, as they were violating one that was still so innocent and one that didnt understand what her body was going through. They left the girl still aching, whimpering softly as she pushed her throbbing sex against the bars closest to him. He leaned his head into his cage and his muzzle was close enough he could almost lick her if hed wanted, but instead he breathed in the smell of her arousal. It was adding to his strength, and he used that to his advantage to break the cage, blind fury and rage taking over as he fuelled himself beyond what was normal for him. He burst from the cage like the wild beast that he was on the inside, nostrils flaring as the furless beasts rushed him. There were too many for him to fight reasonably and his claws were useless against their shining metal skin. His battle was lost before it ever began as the pierced him with a lance, his heart coming to its end as he fell to the ground. His last sight was the mountains, the guiding stars glittering over them. Ramla returned in a shaking gasp, clawing at the blankets as she coughed and tried to spit out the taste of death that lingered in her mouth. She rolled off the bed and lay on the sands, her body limp but mind still so full of images. I know I know where they are.