Captive Passions
By Carmilla Solomari
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Captive Passions
Copyright © 2012 by Carmilla Solomari
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Captive Passions
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Jheera peered silently over the plains. The sun had set long ago, however the elf's eyes were keen enough to make out forms in the starlight. He raised an eyebrow as he heard something approaching from behind. Probably Rastok, back from the hunt, he thought. Not taking any chances though he unsheathed his daggers, and tensed his muscles preparing to strike if necessary. A low growl escaped his throat.
“No moon, Hunter's moon,” the words were purred out softly almost imperceptibly. Jheera allowed himself to relax. Rastok came into view in a crouching walk, his black cloak and pale complexion making him look like a menacing wraith.
“and?” Jheera asked turning his attentions back to the fields ahead of him
“Killer's moon,” the hunter replied approaching Jheera's hiding place. Jheera replied with a grunt of approval. He had never liked Rastok's way of making everything sound like a riddle. He assumed though that the king had been taken care of.
“They're coming,” Rastok whispered licking his lips at the prospect of blood. It was a large contingent of troops. Jheera could hear their wagons and armor clanking down the road. His keen ears could make out several detachments as well as a litter. He had no doubts now that the Queen of the men folk was among them. Capturing her would allow him to gain extra favor with his masters. With the king out of the way, and the men of the plains in disarray, there would be no way he could be stopped.
“They will never reach their destination,” Jheera sneered, “we must protect our lands. He looked to Rastok. “You have what you need?”
He grinned in reply