Ch 2 Part 4

Amon the Slaver: (Furrowing his brow and crossing his arms. He just stared coldly at Krista with total and complete hatred burning in his eyes.) "I thought you said she was going to be alone. You assured us she would be alone! What exactly is going on? Every day so far, she has some guards with her. This is nothing of what you described their habit to be."

Krista: "I don't know what's going on. She usually hunts alone. This does not make any sense to me. She has never been guarded so much before. I do not have any idea what changed. Really I do not."

Amon the Slaver: "I do not care what's going on! This was never part of the original agreement. You said you kept them scoped out to ensure NOTHING went wrong. You ensured us that their pattern never changed, even the slightest, but here we are, and everything seems screwed up and nothing is as it was described all this time by you."

Krista: "But I had kept them scoped out. All this guarding has happened within the last three days, and the last three days alone. I don't know what could have happened for all this added guarding on her."

Amon the Slaver: "I do not care. The deal is off, only difference is that YOU will now be added to the cart as well. You will fetch us a fine price to make up for wasting a week of scouting. We could have had lots of things done during this wasted week that would have profited me and my men."

Krista: "But we had a deal, how is it my fault that she had extra guards?! It makes no sense to me."

Amon the Slaver: (He just looked at Krista with an evil grin on his face to let her know he meant business.) "ENOUGH! I said enough already. I am done arguing with you on this matter. Bad upkeep is still bad upkeep. Now you pay the price…that is all. You will make someone a fine pet or breeder."

Krista looked absolutely mortified as the reality of what was being discussed finally hit her at full force. Almost as though she did not want to believe it, she tried to convince herself different, but before she even had time to react, Amon the Slaver nodded to his two business partners. The next thing she knew, there was a sharp pain in the back of her head before she passed out. Krista was then loaded into the prison cart rather roughly and chained in place. With Krista now detained, their attention was then turned back to Cedren and her hunting party. They all slowly began to close in on Cedren and her guards, the next thing they knew, they were surrounded by at least fifteen men. Cedren looked around sporadically as she reverted to her beast form in an effort to escape, running through the woods, she roared as loud as she could the warning of danger that had been practiced on so many occasions. All Cedren could do now was hope that someone was keeping their ears open. She looked back to see her guards fighting as hard as they could while Cedren escaped. Nearing the area, she knew her mate was in she heard a loud roar back, as to acknowledge the warning roars.

Cedren' s ears perked up as she responded once again as she ran as hard as she could. Nearing the area, the roar code directed her too, she seen her mate coming into view just as a set of slavers was coming near the right side of the road. She spotted her mate roared once again, and looked back toward the slavers that were closing in. Her breath growing ragged from running so hard, she found it harder and harder to breathe despite the adrenaline coursing through her. Her mate's eyes grew wide as he realized what was going on. He picked up speed just as he neared, two slavers were closing in quickly on Cedren. He picked up speed as he ran for all he was worth toward his mate. Mere yards away, he watched in horror as he fought his way through the slavers subordinates as his mate was put into a slaver wagon fighting back with everything she had. And for all he knew, getting injured while fighting her captors. Getting ever closer, he watched as the cart left while he continued to fight his way through. He screamed a great roar that had all his people showing up within mere moments. A great burst of adrenaline coursing through his veins as he swung his sword for all he was worth at neck level; watching each foe fall to the ground like bamboo stalks being cut.

The fight seemed to take forever as they finished taking down Amon the Slaver's subordinates one by one; Nuvaro walked up to Amon the Slaver captain with such ferociousness that Amon the Slaver captain shrunk back while being held in firmly in place. He had never been around such a strong presence before and he did not know how to handle it. He was so used to being the intimidator not the intimidated. He appeared to tremble in absolute fear as Nuvaro stared him down with a cold, unreadable expression. The look in his eyes even made Nuvaro' s own men seem to shrink back a little. As Amon the Slaver looked up slightly, he took a good look at Nuvaro' s eyes realizing that his eyes were chimeric and fluxed, even if the flux was light. He gulped big as he realized how badly he had screwed up. His own eyes were only lightly fluxed, and one color. The cast difference was still there, and it was obvious.

Nuvaro: "I say this to you only ONCE. TELL ME RIGHT NOW. Why have you taken my mate and just what the hell are you doing on our mountain range?"

Amon the Slaver: (Clearly shaking in absolute fear from his encounter…he gulped big as he prepared to answer, even if it was a half ass attempt to sound macho as he responded.) "It is just a business thing. We had a deal with one of your fellow village members. It was merely a business thing. I am a merchant of sorts after all."

Nuvaro: "By the gods, WE WERE SOLD OUT BY A VILLAGE MEMBER?!!!! I can hardly believe my ears." (He turned to his people in absolute disbelief over what he just heard.) "Can you believe what this scum just said, I did hear that right, didn't I? Sold out by a village member?"

Troops: "Sir, you heard correctly, sir!!!"

Nuvaro: (Furrowing his brows with a look of disgust on his face that said it all on how he was feeling right now.) "I thought I heard this piece of trash correctly."

Amon the Slaver: "Believe it or not, that's the deal. Although because she had lied to us on a lot of aspects, she never kept up with simple surveillance, so she became part of the load that you watched drive away."

He looked upon Amon the Slaver captain with no mercy showing on his face whatsoever. His own men trembled slightly as he had shown them a face they never ever seen before. His look was cold and blank, void of any expression whatsoever, which really seemed to unnerve Amon the Slaver captain. Raising his hand, he placed his sword just under Amon the Slaver captain's chin as he stared coldly down. He then demanded the answer to two simple questions. He was determined to make an example of him no matter what. After all, these slavers have long since forgotten themselves and the old ways of doing things. In the mountainous areas, that was something not tolerated in the least. Traditions were everything to the villages here. City dwellers who chose to mimic human behavior have NO PLACE here. They only brought despair and ruin in their own way. Death would be too nice of a punishment, but death is also a finalization, so even getting revenge would not ever fix the issue in the long run. All he could do was protect the mountain from such filth.