Yep! Even the Leahdyre of the Bastards has a place here! Remember a touching story of Xcor and his moment between his duty and his honor.
Xcor Ghardian
*Eyes wide open, I gaze upon the ceiling of our hovel—dirty, dank and unwelcoming—the Bastards Lair. For the briefest of moments, I knew beauty. I knew…love? Is this what I am feeling? T’was but a dream but her words repeat over and over in mine mind. “Let him go, please.” The please stabs through mine heart over and over as I recall her vibrant green eyes shimmering with fresh unshed tears as she plead for me to release the doggen. “Please.” The word again hits mine stomach and once against I am filled with remorse. Bloodletter would never allow a female to sway him. He would taken her under than Maple tree without any qualms about it. He would have laughed mercilessly at her pleads. He would never consider…*
*Throwing mine legs off the edge of the beaten mattress of the bunk, mine feet hitting the floor soundlessly—I reach for my scythe. The 48-hours have come to an end and Wrathh has not come for his doggen. Sheathing mine weapon, I pass through the halls of the lair to the communal bathroom. The words of honor, leadership, respect, dignity, trust, rectitude and…please following me like pestering gnats gnawing at mine head. As I trudge through the entrance to the water closet, I can almost feel Bloodletter’s hot breath along my neck, his words of cowardice, weakling, pussy…worthless swine banging around inside mine head. The internal battle rages through mine body as I reach for the sink, griping the stained porcelain.*
*Looking up into mine reflection, the eyes boring back at me are not the ones bestowed to me upon birth but the bright eyes of the Chosen as she plead for the release of one she loved. “Please…” The word echoes around the stoned walls of the water closet, beating me like her small fists as I stand knowing I still hold the doggen captive. Roaring loudly and my grip on the sink tightening, I rip the basin from the wall tossing it against the wall. As it splinters into a multitude of white chunks, I turn from the room. Mine anger surmounting as I storm down the hall and past Throe’s security camera.*
*Security…Mine soldier has worked diligently upon maintaining a safe haven for mine men, yet I risked their safety by bringing the doggen in close proximity of our lair. Turning in the direction of the contraption, I raise mine hand and pray to the Scribe Virgin mine soldier is unable to read mine eyes as I stare. What are his thoughts on the captive? Throe has been most quiet during the last 48-hours. Have I once again disappointed my lieutenant once again by going against his suggestion? Recalling the vivid memory of that conversation not long ago when I informed him of mine plans of taking one of the brotherhood’s doggen, he was aghast to know I even considered the possibility. Scratching mine chin, yet he assisted me. Throe was the forthcoming in informing me when one was within our radar. Mayhaps I have not lost the respect of mine right hand, but will I still hold that honor after today?*
*Turning from the device, I rush down the corridor to the entrance to our lair. “Please…” Waving mine hand through the air as though that would remove the constant pleads ringing in mine ears* Demons leave me be! *Mine outburst echoing through the corridor, as I run closer and closer to the exit. “Please, Xcor. I care for him.” Stopping and staring at the leaden doorway* Nay, but it was all but a dream. She…the Chosen pleads were all but a figment of mine imagination. My desires for her must end. I cannot allow her to rule when I have men to maintain. * Thrusting open the door, I dematerialize before the door slams to a close. The time is up and the doggen’s fate has been decided.*
*Appearing outside the doors of the storage room, a mixture of many things run through mine head as thrust open the heavy door. Mine soldier, Zypher sits—picking debris from his beneath his nail beds—across from the unconscious doggen. One leg tossed causally over the arm of the tattered Captain’s chair, he looks up as I storm into the room.* You are relieved from duty! *My command coming loud and fast, I hold open the door and wait impatiently as he eases out of his chair, the causal lope of his stride heightening my fury. He stops in front of the doggen and grins callously knowing the 48-hour has come to an end.* Do not lay one finger upon him. *I bark, the spittle spraying.* Go and dine with your fellows, soldiers. We have a long and tedious night upon us. Tell them no one returns to this tonight. *Zypher nonplussed by my direction, vacates the storage room without once looking back. Yet I can smell the bitterness radiating off of him as he dematerializes from the building back to our lair.*
*Crossing the small space to the doggen tied unceremoniously to the metal chair, my footsteps creaking along the old floorboards of the open space. Fresh blood runs along his familiar, streaking along the dried flakes from prior lacerations. Deep purple and black bruises cover the refined face of the King’s doggen. “Please, Xcor. I care for him.”* SHUT UP! I do not take direction from a female! I am not your mate. I am not your savior! Leave me be! *Lowering mine voice* Chosen leave me be. Leave. Me. Be.
*Even with mine outburst, the frail old male does not stir. His breathing uneven as his head hangs to his chest. If I do not end his pitiful life now, he will surely pass onto the fade in a painful manner. Pulling out mine blade, I bring it to the doggen’s neck and lower mine lips close to his ears. Knowing he is beyond hearing me, I whisper as I am accustomed when working with my blade—removing spines and various other treasures.* I can end this pain so quickly. You would not know it even happened. You would simply awake within the Fade and reap the benefits of a life lived upon your duties. You shall feel no more the brute force of mine men. Their hands shall no more come upon you as you refuse to release the whereabouts of our King. *Lowering the blade closer upon his flesh* There is much honor in a male who would not betray those he loves. You do love them. *Laughing bitterly* I knowest not what that feels like. But a leader doest not care of trivial things. *Bloodletter cared not.* But alas, it matters not now. The end of this journey for you has come to an end. *”Xcor….”*
Netti! *Calling out to mine doggen left to aid mine men overseeing our captive, I lower mine blade upon the doggen to the chair. “Please….” Do not think of her. Do not think of how her hand felt as she cupped your cheek. Do not think of how even though you hold the fate of one she cares for, she did not look upon you like a monster. Do not…Do not think of her lips grazing softly against your own. “Please, Xcor…”*
*Do not think of her. Do not think of how her hand felt as she cupped your cheek. Do not think of how even though you hold the fate of one she cares for, she did not look upon you like a monster. Do not…Do not think of her lips grazing softly against your own. “Please, Xcor…”* I will look weak. *Mine answer to her pleading. Nay it t’was but a dream. Mine desires which shall not happen. Not only for her safety but knowing the Scribe Virgin would never allow a Chosen to lay with someone outside the brotherhood—not without losing her position within the court. Netti appears with a basin of water and a fresh cloth.* Cleanse him of his blood, Netti. *Mine voice softer as I refused to meet her large, warm brown eyes. Such a bastard thing to do. To ask them to capture one their own and then assist in ending the long life. Yet the doggen does not act out in defiance. She does not plead for his release or beg for him. Instead, with apt tenderness she dips the towel into the water and cleanses his face. Her large eyes soothing as she cautiously swipes at the split skin and abrasions covering his body. So amazing these doggen. Designed as servants to our race. Loyal as canines yet never turning on their masters. She turns to leave after cleaning up the frail male.* Netti…wait.
*Lifting mine blade, I move toward the frail doggen hanging by a thread. “Xcor..M-m-master, no! I cannot, I cannot watch!” she exclaims, her large, warm brown eyes brimming with unshed tears.”Please….” Without a word, I continue with my blade and cut the ropes binding him from the chair, catching him in my arms before he slumps to the ground.* Netti, you musten tell mine soldiers of this. Hear me now, you musten. You need to go back to the lair and finish their First Meal. Should they ask of mine whereabouts, you tell them I am disposing of the doggen. *She cups her tiny hands to her mouth as she gasps* Go now! Say not a word of this to anyone! *Her head bobs yes for just a moment before she scurries from the room.*
*Lifting his body into mine arms, I carry him from the very room that has been filled with pain and his suffering for the last 48-hours. “Coward. Pussy. Failure. You have no business being a leahdyre!” Bloodletter’s voice rings in my head as I carry the frail creature from the building. Tonight, reimance of his capture will be burned and destroyed. No one shall know where this male stayed. The history removed from this Earth*
*Ducking into the dark alley beside the Iron Mark, I know this is the only place I can store him until the brotherhood finds him. Laying him next to the dumpster, I pull myself up and gaze one last time at the uneven rise and fall of his chest.* I pray to the Scribe Virgin they find you. I could not break you. You sir, though I know not your name, are a male of worth. No one shall take that away from you. *Looking down beside him, there is a bright red Maple leaf blown in from the streets. Stooping down, I pluck it from the ground and place it in the doggen’s hands. A reminder to the Chosen…who is only in mine dreams* Farewell, strong one. You may have been beaten by my men, but it is you who hast beat me this time.~
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