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future generations away from this place. My only request is for death instead of this cruelty. I have no wish to live as a filthy human.”
Her response brought derisive looks from the humans in the room. Nord shook his head and murmured, “So be it.” He turned to address the room’s occupants that had gathered to witness such a punishment meted out. “The siren stands accused of attempted murder and is self confessed. She shows no remorse and in fact has spoken a willingness to repeat her actions. The punishment will take place.”
Lion stood and addressed Alura. “You will have your gills sealed as punishment for your crimes. Since you have expressed a wish to continue your quest for your victim’s death, I declare that you have condemned your son to the same fate as yours should another attempt be made on the life of Wensel. You will know that you have taken his life as surely as you would take another’s. The Child, Aria, will not be allowed to mate with Fin in the future, unless her guardian blesses the union.”
Defeat and recognition slumped the siren’s shoulders as she was led to a table and strapped down with heavy leather straps. A wide collar of metal held her neck to the table as did the one across her forehead between two thin blocks of wood. Her gills were exposed on either side and Nord took the knife from the heated coals with its red glowing blade, and laid the hot metal over the three slits under her ear. The screams were deafening, and the scent of burning flesh blended with the herbal scent in the air. Once the blade cooled against her skin, it was heated again, and the punishment was repeated on the opposite side of her head. By the time the blade cooled the second time, the siren was reduced to babbling, begging for death one second and making drowning sounds the next.
Rane stepped close and rubbed one of her healing ointments into the bubbled burn marks. While his mate tended to the prisoner, Lion watched the way Wensel tried to hide her interest in the woman’s emotions. He could see, now that it had been pointed out to him, how she stood close to Alura, breathing deeply, as if her body needed more air to survive. She made no sound, in fact, if he had not been looking for signs of her banshee nature, he would not have noticed. It was a surprise when she stepped away from the scene and began to walk behind those that had come to witness this event. He watched the way she wove through the small crowd, breathing, hesitating in one spot for mere seconds, and moving on again. He noticed that the demon was watching her move through the crowd too.
So that’s how she gathers the energy she needs , Koler was impressed. She was subtle, no one noticed her walking among the crowd. She moved swiftly between the people, gathering trickles of energy and emotions to feed the never-ending hunger that he knew she felt. His fingers continued to itch with his own need to take her into his arms and slake the needs running through his being since the female had come to his sight. He knew that Leroi would be as eager as he was, to know that the unattached banshee was within their grasp.
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The Journey
The forces of Tremble had assembled and advanced scouts were well on their way toward Morlien Hall. The scouts would find camping spots and water sources for the fifty beings that made up the entourage. Lord Lion was carrying his mate, the Lady Rane, on his back. He had chosen to call his favorite striped cat to make the first leg of their journey, and she had a comfortable spot to sit. Her hands rubbed over his thick furry coat and he purred. The sound vibrated through his huge body and she squirmed.
She was going to be forced to wait until nightfall to have her mates again. Nord had called his snowy white owl to carry him through the morning, and was circling the party from high overhead.
Koler was feeling impatient. Wensel and Aria were with the group returning to Morlien Hall since she was
Her response brought derisive looks from the humans in the room. Nord shook his head and murmured, “So be it.” He turned to address the room’s occupants that had gathered to witness such a punishment meted out. “The siren stands accused of attempted murder and is self confessed. She shows no remorse and in fact has spoken a willingness to repeat her actions. The punishment will take place.”
Lion stood and addressed Alura. “You will have your gills sealed as punishment for your crimes. Since you have expressed a wish to continue your quest for your victim’s death, I declare that you have condemned your son to the same fate as yours should another attempt be made on the life of Wensel. You will know that you have taken his life as surely as you would take another’s. The Child, Aria, will not be allowed to mate with Fin in the future, unless her guardian blesses the union.”
Defeat and recognition slumped the siren’s shoulders as she was led to a table and strapped down with heavy leather straps. A wide collar of metal held her neck to the table as did the one across her forehead between two thin blocks of wood. Her gills were exposed on either side and Nord took the knife from the heated coals with its red glowing blade, and laid the hot metal over the three slits under her ear. The screams were deafening, and the scent of burning flesh blended with the herbal scent in the air. Once the blade cooled against her skin, it was heated again, and the punishment was repeated on the opposite side of her head. By the time the blade cooled the second time, the siren was reduced to babbling, begging for death one second and making drowning sounds the next.
Rane stepped close and rubbed one of her healing ointments into the bubbled burn marks. While his mate tended to the prisoner, Lion watched the way Wensel tried to hide her interest in the woman’s emotions. He could see, now that it had been pointed out to him, how she stood close to Alura, breathing deeply, as if her body needed more air to survive. She made no sound, in fact, if he had not been looking for signs of her banshee nature, he would not have noticed. It was a surprise when she stepped away from the scene and began to walk behind those that had come to witness this event. He watched the way she wove through the small crowd, breathing, hesitating in one spot for mere seconds, and moving on again. He noticed that the demon was watching her move through the crowd too.
So that’s how she gathers the energy she needs , Koler was impressed. She was subtle, no one noticed her walking among the crowd. She moved swiftly between the people, gathering trickles of energy and emotions to feed the never-ending hunger that he knew she felt. His fingers continued to itch with his own need to take her into his arms and slake the needs running through his being since the female had come to his sight. He knew that Leroi would be as eager as he was, to know that the unattached banshee was within their grasp.
*****
The Journey
The forces of Tremble had assembled and advanced scouts were well on their way toward Morlien Hall. The scouts would find camping spots and water sources for the fifty beings that made up the entourage. Lord Lion was carrying his mate, the Lady Rane, on his back. He had chosen to call his favorite striped cat to make the first leg of their journey, and she had a comfortable spot to sit. Her hands rubbed over his thick furry coat and he purred. The sound vibrated through his huge body and she squirmed.
She was going to be forced to wait until nightfall to have her mates again. Nord had called his snowy white owl to carry him through the morning, and was circling the party from high overhead.
Koler was feeling impatient. Wensel and Aria were with the group returning to Morlien Hall since she was
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