OOCI've waited probably longer than I should have for either of you to post again, so unfortunately I am finishing it without either of you.
39th Night of Fall,
The thought of the other kelvic children that helped her ran through the young girl's mind, they had all helped her, yet they were at the highest risk. The night brought a soft breeze and several clouds offering very little light. The girl had climbed to the top of one of the buildings where she had been taking refuge most of the day and stripped her clothes. Her pale skin still hid well against the dark walls of the city, so she packed her clothing into her bag, and left it on the corner of the roof. Keyta leaped from the building, quickly shifting into her bat self, allowing her the fastest movement over the city to the location she was at earlier that day. Her hopes where high, trying to find the children and perhaps free them from the man that only wished to cause trouble. Upon arriving, she could see where several tiny feet had all gathered to a wagon and that wagon left a fine set of tracks to follow in the dirt. Taking flight again, she followed the path to where it was heading, leading out of the city, and to a small camp sight where the embers of where a fire once was marked them easily from above. Keyta descended and changed to her human form, hiding against a tree to better see the camp. The camp had nothing coming from it, no sound, mo movement, meaning everyone was asleep. Taking her opportunity, she ran for the camp and started looking for the cages. The put her hands on the bars to look inside, there were all of the children she had so happily come for. As quickly and quietly as she could, Keyta opened the cage and climbed inside to try and wake at least one of them up. She shook the boy closest to her, the one that had offered Keyta to eat with them, and she placed her hands on his bare body. She shook him softly, then a little harder, confused as to how he could sleep so heavily, but when she took her hands off of him, her hands felt wet. With the little ammount of light, Keyta could quite see what it was, but she decided to smell it, perhaps water, but she discovered an, unfortunately, familiar scent, blood. Keyta grew frantic, she started toward all of them, their eyes opened and lifeless, bodies limp and cold, hearts were still. The little girl didn't know what to do, all of them died because she tried to offer them food. Anger quickly filled her heart and told her what to do, she left the cage and started toward the tent. She entered and found the lone slaver inside, sleeping with heavy breaths, occasionally moaning something. She approached him and found his bag, inside was a knife that shared the scent of the blood from the kelvic children. Keyta took the knife, turned it toward the man, and with a solid thrust, plunged it into the man's chest. The man coughed and eyes opened as she started moving frantically, so Keyta removed the knife and thrust it again, repeating the motion several dozen times. Blood covered the tent, covered the slaver, also, cover the girl's body. Keyta left the knife sticking out of the man's chest and started backing away, she knew what she had just done, but she couldn't believe she had done it. Trying to get out, she tripped over the dead man's bag, so she grabbed it, and ran with it back out into the city. Carefully she avoided everyone she could, and upon reaching her hiding place again, she tossed the bag over like she would her own, and flew back up as her bat self and just sat up on top. She allowed the thoughts to flood her mind, trying to understand what she had just done, and slowly, began to fall asleep. The thought to herself she would check the bag tomorrow to see if there was anything worth taking. |
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