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like to meet one of them in the flesh. Myajes pushed his way through the crowd as best he could, trying to continue, but he couldn’t help but look at the screen as he passed. Chance was that he was on that list somewhere, and though he’d deny having such an ego, he couldn’t help but wonder what number he was.
The screen started a new cycle. A large ‘1’ accompanied the first picture in the top left corner of the picture. The picture itself was that of the Lesser Matriarch. The legend beneath proclaimed that too, with the comment to the side that her real name was unknown. She was beautiful, very deeply striped and with very yellow eyes. It had been said that even herd had fallen in love with her image, and Myajes himself still found it hard to believe that anyone so lovely could exist, despite the fact that he saw her in the flesh nearly every day.
Next was the Lesser Patriarch. He was quite a contrast: fairly handsome, but his stripes were virtually non-existent. If it hadn’t been for his eyes, he could have probably passed for herd without having to wear any makeup. He was quite a contrast from the deep the coloring of his wife.
The third was a herd. Myajes didn’t know him and had never heard of him, but the legend on the screen claimed the man was some sort of renegade, a card -carrying member of the Church of the Goddess. He had apparently attacked and killed a number of soldiers to free a group of besieged Herbaht. It was true that occasionally a human with stronger-than-normal feelings about the Goddess would take up arms against his own people on behalf of the Herbaht, but they were few and far between, though there were a few notable historical examples. Nevertheless, Myajes was skeptical, and he felt it was far more likely to be some elaborate hoax, an attempt to get some herd into the confidence of the Herbaht.
The fourth was also human and fairly young. It seemed that this one had nothing to do with the Herbaht at all. He was a young drug baron who had built up a small empire in the center of the city. Normally this wouldn’t be enough to get him to fourth place, but according to the blurb, he had recently wiped out a rival during a gun battle in the streets that had endangered and indeed killed many innocent citizens.
The fifth was a group picture, a group of seven Herbaht who appeared to actually be posing for the picture. It seemed that other than being Herbaht, which was usually crime enough, they had robbed a series of shops. There was something not quite right about two of the figures in the picture ; maybe it had been enhanced or something.
The sixth picture was Myajes himself —not a very flattering picture, but then he wasn’t exactly standing still so they could take it. The legend explained to the crowd that Myajes was the bodyguard of the Lesser Matriarch. That, it seemed, was all that was needed.
The next three pictures were of each of the other bodyguards. One was male (his brother Jamick), the other two female (his half-sister Hamdrill and her half-sister Mickie).
By the eighth image , though, Myajes had scrambled through the crowd and was strolling down the road relatively unhindered, except perhaps for the other people going the same way that seemed to have no feeling of urgency.
Myajes was lucky that the soldier he suddenly noticed approaching with the sniffer dog was downwind of him , so he smelled the soldier before the dog got scent of him. The soldier was alone, likely just walking the dog and not expecting an encounter.
Sniffer dogs were trained for the smell of Herbaht. Usually they would bark to notify their handler that they were on the trail.
Myajes had had a long day ; he really didn’t want to kill the man, thus revealing himself to all those watching. It was a crowded road, and even if the crowd panicked and scattered he’d have a hard time getting away before more soldiers were sent for. Besides, how many of those in the crowd might have a go themselves?
The screen started a new cycle. A large ‘1’ accompanied the first picture in the top left corner of the picture. The picture itself was that of the Lesser Matriarch. The legend beneath proclaimed that too, with the comment to the side that her real name was unknown. She was beautiful, very deeply striped and with very yellow eyes. It had been said that even herd had fallen in love with her image, and Myajes himself still found it hard to believe that anyone so lovely could exist, despite the fact that he saw her in the flesh nearly every day.
Next was the Lesser Patriarch. He was quite a contrast: fairly handsome, but his stripes were virtually non-existent. If it hadn’t been for his eyes, he could have probably passed for herd without having to wear any makeup. He was quite a contrast from the deep the coloring of his wife.
The third was a herd. Myajes didn’t know him and had never heard of him, but the legend on the screen claimed the man was some sort of renegade, a card -carrying member of the Church of the Goddess. He had apparently attacked and killed a number of soldiers to free a group of besieged Herbaht. It was true that occasionally a human with stronger-than-normal feelings about the Goddess would take up arms against his own people on behalf of the Herbaht, but they were few and far between, though there were a few notable historical examples. Nevertheless, Myajes was skeptical, and he felt it was far more likely to be some elaborate hoax, an attempt to get some herd into the confidence of the Herbaht.
The fourth was also human and fairly young. It seemed that this one had nothing to do with the Herbaht at all. He was a young drug baron who had built up a small empire in the center of the city. Normally this wouldn’t be enough to get him to fourth place, but according to the blurb, he had recently wiped out a rival during a gun battle in the streets that had endangered and indeed killed many innocent citizens.
The fifth was a group picture, a group of seven Herbaht who appeared to actually be posing for the picture. It seemed that other than being Herbaht, which was usually crime enough, they had robbed a series of shops. There was something not quite right about two of the figures in the picture ; maybe it had been enhanced or something.
The sixth picture was Myajes himself —not a very flattering picture, but then he wasn’t exactly standing still so they could take it. The legend explained to the crowd that Myajes was the bodyguard of the Lesser Matriarch. That, it seemed, was all that was needed.
The next three pictures were of each of the other bodyguards. One was male (his brother Jamick), the other two female (his half-sister Hamdrill and her half-sister Mickie).
By the eighth image , though, Myajes had scrambled through the crowd and was strolling down the road relatively unhindered, except perhaps for the other people going the same way that seemed to have no feeling of urgency.
Myajes was lucky that the soldier he suddenly noticed approaching with the sniffer dog was downwind of him , so he smelled the soldier before the dog got scent of him. The soldier was alone, likely just walking the dog and not expecting an encounter.
Sniffer dogs were trained for the smell of Herbaht. Usually they would bark to notify their handler that they were on the trail.
Myajes had had a long day ; he really didn’t want to kill the man, thus revealing himself to all those watching. It was a crowded road, and even if the crowd panicked and scattered he’d have a hard time getting away before more soldiers were sent for. Besides, how many of those in the crowd might have a go themselves?
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