The Lost Battle -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 20:11:45 03/13/02 Wed
Author: Evils, Sub-Trahe, Sub-Korat, Zeni
Subject: The Lost Battle

The battle was over, the main activity now being defiling the losers' bodies. That task was left to the Piratese, who delighted in shredding and tearing the dead, then consuming them raw. There were perhaps twenty of these filthy scavengers, but the main part of the army were Ajoitei, Foruque, and Gruton. Though their victory had been swift and complete, the defenders had put up one btsa of a resistence, for all that they were only forty, and the attackers were two hundreds. That number had been sorely reduced, however; there was one hundred, ten left after the brief and bloody battle.

Watching their comrades' bodies being violated nearly made those under cover, the only three left alive, sick. A Zeni, a Sub-Trahe, and a Sub-Korat, the latter two too busy cursing their enemies to remember they were mortal enemies themselves. Almost as though in accord with the silent maledictions of the Zeni, called Pogai, rain began to fall, lightly at first, then a torrent of liquid, soaking all.

Reddish fur darkened to a nearly black hue as the S'Korat, muzzle stretched into a noiseless snarl, glanced towards Pogai. Pale grey fur also darkened by the downpour, the S'Trahe blinked baleful eyes at his foes, vehemently wishing their immediate and violent demise. The colour-changing Athian wedged his stocky body between both sub-species wisely, knowing the current negligence of their species' feud wouldn't last long. In an inaudible whisper, the Zeni hissed, Come. We must be away. We shall have our revenge soon enough. Come. When neither moved, the Athian male didn't hesitate to grip the S'Korat's tensed shoulder in his jaws and tug. Blazingly blue eyes narrowed as the slender beast swung his muzzle around to threaten silently. Not now, Pogai hissed, then commanded the pair to follow him. Obedient enough once the Athian let go of his flesh, the S'Korat followed, after carving a line in the S'Trahe's flesh to get him following as well.

Pogai led the two many, many silent and briskly traveled leagues away before he allowed them to stop. Now able to speak at a normal volume, he cocked his head questioningly. "What are your names?" The S'Korat answered first, in a low and almost resentful voice, "I'm Enchak." The Zeni nodded, and pointedly looked at the S'Trahe. A malevolent glare answered him and Pogai snarled at the other beast, but surprisingly Enchak didn't react to the hostility between the two Athians. "He's Raim," the S'Korat said impartially.

"Well then," the Zeni said after a pause, regaining his composure, "let's get out of here and to a Center. And find some Bens on the way. I'm starving." His attempt at lightening the atmosphere went unheard, as Enchak turned his muzzle towards the recent battlefield and Raim stared unblinkingly up at the rain. The S'Trahe's sudden words startled Pogai. "All of us, gone. Gone like the rain, swept away... we killed but we died..." Unused to the burly Sub-Trahe species expressing such poignant emotion, the Zeni twitched his camoflauged hide uncomfortably. Then Enchak abruptly rose and pushed his lean, powerful form into a lope. It was all Pogai could do to follow, and after a moment, Raim shoved his own bulk after them.

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