The smoke that exited the burning buildings was torture to his sensitive nose. It floated up in large black plumes to block out the sun and cloud over the sky. Ash rained down upon the few lucky people who were able to escape the blaze as the small village began to burn to the ground.
Confusion settled in on the villagers as to what might have started the fire, but for what it was worth, they would have to start rebuilding in the morning. Grace settled in on them that night as through the thick clouds of smoke, a light rain began to settle down. Sizzling into the hot flames it soaked the rest of the homes that were untouched by the fire.
A lone figure, away from the village landed heavily onto a tree branch, high up in the bows. Covering his mouth with his fire rat shirt, he began to cough out the hard feeling of burnt wood out of his lungs. Pounding on his chest a few times with his clenched hand he shook his head and gagged a bit. He would need something to drink to get that foul taste out of his mouth.
Triangular ears on top of his head perked to attention as the sound of far away hoofs and mans voice is heard. Swiftly looking over his shoulder a curse word fell from his lips and he was once more on the move.
Tree branches shook under his weight, raining leaves upon the ground where the rain had yet to touch. He was not able to go far when his chest and throat began to bother him again. Pausing for a moment on a high branch, he quickly inhaled fresh air into his lungs and distinguished the scents that he could tell. Fire, wood, rain, his own scent and human. Turning his nose another way he took another deep breath and found what he was looking for.
Unfortunately he was not to make it to the stream.
The hunters were good at what they did, and he was not a unpredictable type of person. It took them little less than an hour to finally have their catch where they wanted him, bounded in seals and trapped on the forest floor, he could do little more than breath and shout profanities at them.
He saw not their faces as a blind was immediately applied over his yellow eyes and his senses dulled with more sutras. They were confident and determined to bring back their catch alive. Although they knew the rules well, and would deliver him to their employer how he wanted.
It was a long, sore and bumpy ride for the silenced half demon in the back of the cart. He could do no more than breath and listen to his own pounding heart. He knew not where they were going and without his senses to tell him where he was, he was like a child in the dark.
He knew that they had reached their destination when he was hauled from the back of the cart, his muscles aching from laying in one position to long. His bare feet touching cold stone and a shove to tell him to walk. They guided him down stairs and threw tunnels until he was given a hard shove. Landing on the hard ground he struggled to regain his footing, but the activated sutras on his ankles once more caused him to remain in the dirt.
They would leave him there to wait.
Confusion settled in on the villagers as to what might have started the fire, but for what it was worth, they would have to start rebuilding in the morning. Grace settled in on them that night as through the thick clouds of smoke, a light rain began to settle down. Sizzling into the hot flames it soaked the rest of the homes that were untouched by the fire.
A lone figure, away from the village landed heavily onto a tree branch, high up in the bows. Covering his mouth with his fire rat shirt, he began to cough out the hard feeling of burnt wood out of his lungs. Pounding on his chest a few times with his clenched hand he shook his head and gagged a bit. He would need something to drink to get that foul taste out of his mouth.
Triangular ears on top of his head perked to attention as the sound of far away hoofs and mans voice is heard. Swiftly looking over his shoulder a curse word fell from his lips and he was once more on the move.
Tree branches shook under his weight, raining leaves upon the ground where the rain had yet to touch. He was not able to go far when his chest and throat began to bother him again. Pausing for a moment on a high branch, he quickly inhaled fresh air into his lungs and distinguished the scents that he could tell. Fire, wood, rain, his own scent and human. Turning his nose another way he took another deep breath and found what he was looking for.
Unfortunately he was not to make it to the stream.
The hunters were good at what they did, and he was not a unpredictable type of person. It took them little less than an hour to finally have their catch where they wanted him, bounded in seals and trapped on the forest floor, he could do little more than breath and shout profanities at them.
He saw not their faces as a blind was immediately applied over his yellow eyes and his senses dulled with more sutras. They were confident and determined to bring back their catch alive. Although they knew the rules well, and would deliver him to their employer how he wanted.
It was a long, sore and bumpy ride for the silenced half demon in the back of the cart. He could do no more than breath and listen to his own pounding heart. He knew not where they were going and without his senses to tell him where he was, he was like a child in the dark.
He knew that they had reached their destination when he was hauled from the back of the cart, his muscles aching from laying in one position to long. His bare feet touching cold stone and a shove to tell him to walk. They guided him down stairs and threw tunnels until he was given a hard shove. Landing on the hard ground he struggled to regain his footing, but the activated sutras on his ankles once more caused him to remain in the dirt.
They would leave him there to wait.