That which is rightfully ours

Wematin Kuruk · 10-15-2011, 08:10 PM

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We can either end this quick raid here or with your next post, Erin <3

On they went, searching the lands for their target. Wematin was uncharacteristically riled--the showing of emotion often led to mistakes, after all--but he was pleased to see his Guardians progressing well. Still, they were a small raiding party, and their presence would be known soon enough.

A small building was not far in the distance, and Wematin called for his Guardians to head that way. It was also, by luck, that he spotted a lone Dreamer there, sitting idly by and completely defenseless. Well, even though their target had been to recapture Anu, taking another hostage certainly wouldn't be worthless; after all, taking Anu and the other Dreamer that time had proven to keep their hostage count up, despite the other one escaping. With whoops of aggression, the Guardians charged in and began to pillage the hut, as he had allowed them, as Wematin himself dove after the girl. Since he had been at the forefront, he was the first to reach her, and having her escape would do no good at all. She had been frozen by fear, it seemed, and with a swift club to the back of the head she was down. Really, these Dreamers were weak--he had taken Anu out the same way; they had no sense of guard, had been infiltrated twice, and only knew how to demand what they wanted like pups throwing a tantrum. Not really enemies to be feared at all.

Stooping down, the black and grey man hefted the female to hang across his steed's back as her surveyed the damage. While there was minimal damage to the building, it seemed as if his Guardians were deciding to be clever, and were thus rounding up the woolen creatures that had been hanging around; just a few goats, but they would prove useful to the scarcity of food in AniWaya at the moment. Thus far, it was turning into a successful mission, and had Wematin been on a regular raid and not one with a specific purpose, he would've been clever and cut their losses right there, going back to the safety of the tribe. Still...

His decision was made for him in a split second when, above the noise, Wematin heard to battle cry of the Dreamers in the distance. Turning his head, he was displeased to see a horde of the pesky pack advancing quickly from the east--far too many for his small party to handle. Gritting his teeth, Wematin weighed their mission against their chances; and, finding them grim, growled low in his throat that he should be forced to retreat again from the infernal land. He signaled for the Guardians to take what they could and run, and as he lifted himself behind the unconscious girl, Wematin glared hard at the Dreamers that still ran their way; they would be too late to save yet another tribe-mate, and deep inside his emotionless heart, Wematin felt a twinge of hatred towards their neighboring pack for what they had done: Killed his Guardians, insulted his leader and pack... Such emotions were dangerous, and Wematin only felt them in solitary moments when he found his stony exterior too overcome by pent-up feelings to dam them.

Secretly, he hoped that Maska would allow him to kill this hostage on the horse with him, and then perhaps the Dreamers would suffer more.

Guardian walks. "Guardian talks." Guardian thinks.

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