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by: Jewel 
There were perhaps twenty of the large men. Their hair was thick upon their heads, and they wore armour made from something she had never seen before. As many horses were grazing not far off to the south. A roast was spitted over a fire in the center of camp and as the smell drifted over towards her, she was suddenly aware of how hungry she was. She tried to wriggle out of the thong that bound her hands tightly behind her but the knots only grew tighter. If she could make it to a horse The horses were thick and sturdy.. well fed. The men laughed in the camp again over some comment made. She tried to find a rock or something to help her weaken her bindings, a shock of pain went through her head with the slightest movement. All the men stood up and stared to the north. She managed to turn her had only to see a cloud of dust moving in the distance over the tall grasses. A rider was coming. He rode into the camp and jumped down from the horse and started yelling at all the men around the fire. They quickly jumped up and started looking busy. He was larger then all the other men. Even his horse looked larger then the others out grazing. He walked over to the leader of the group, the one that had plucked her from the cliff, and started yelling. The other yelled back, but it was soon evident the larger man held a higher rank. He was offered food and drink. While he was eating he looked over at her for the first time. He threw down his food and strided over to her. The other man following closely behind. What is this? he asked looking down upon her. The other man answered something. Its a female and its small, it would not fetch much of a price. Where did you get it? The other man garbled on and on for a long while. The large man went back to his food, listening to the the other man babble on, following submissively behind. As the afternoon passed, she was more and more aware of everyplace on her body that had been kicked, punched and smacked. The dull throbbing of her head was the back beat to all the other flaming aches that screamed with every movement. It hurt to think. It hurt to say a pray of healing. It just hurt. She didnt remember falling asleep. The extra large man was standing over her.. looking at her.. his eyes were an ice blue. His huge horse was being prepped for his departure. He stood there studying her. You and your men, have your orders! I will take this with me. He stated. The other man grew angry but held his demeanor, arguing back. The large man growled at the other man. Then he picked her up with one hand and laid her across the back of his mount. She was filled with pain and she shouted out in protest.. a dirty piece of hide was shoved into her mouth. The large man mounted his steed and started to gallop hard back north, she felt like a fresh kill, not quite dead, being taken home for slaughter.
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