10 June 2012
She stood at his grave while her fellow warriors crossed another number from the list.
..There was another fireside feast that night. 'Cause moon was full and bright. They knew it gave strength to them to fight. The cheering was loud when Kydoime The Glorious One came down to their side, carrying few bizons to feast upon, dragging monstrous Hercules' body on the ground. His parts would be enough for burning to ashes to heat the tribe but they would need to shrug on their bow&arrows to go another hunt in a couple of nights.
The feast was nice and they had enough to throw in front of caged slaves to breed them up; Kydoime looked thoughtful as the laughter rose from others watching the famished picking at meat and lard.
Short after the laughter died, she stood up and headed to moss out of sight; that's where she kept #o9's cage's lock. He was the next to be burned on another jolly night. For his stomach was swollen up, they thought him well-fed, and didn't doubt he might be malnourished and rotting inside.
His eyes welled when he saw her come, she took him to their secret spot, made love to him till the dawn. The sun came up and rose the tribe, the gong went off for the deserted thrall. Rose herself up and did what should have done, told them she found him escaping by the pond.
Kydoime,2011 • Opuss № I