"How many of you went?"
"A score and a half, Bìxîa."
"How many returned?"
" Five of us, Bìxîa"
"In what state respectively?"
"Three badly hurt, two Hale, Bìxîa."
Ja Lia beckoned to the black gladiator he had been observing closely recently and girded him in the following biddings, his eyes basked in ire and rage:
"Feed those three to the recently caught Leopards, they'd be famished. The three are of no use anymore. They'd be liabilities to this fort and I won't suffer that. Never! What resources is there to waste?"
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"Get going. I can't help you." The owner of the voice had his heart in his mouth or probably his hand. It's pretty hard to discern. What was quite obvious was the fact that he was conscious of his advances. Not merely conscious, but super conscious. He needed to guide his steps, else death probably would be generous to guide him through the pored paths of gloom. And of course his life was in his hand, he'd do whatever seemed best to him. His sanity must not be infected by some stereotype. Of course he was afraid. He admitted his fear. Who wouldn't be afraid? A man with loose leopard, though small, walking about the gaunt street. He needed to do something quickly. Probably take the matter to their monarch. For how how would someone whose brain had not been relegated walk about the street with a loose leopard? What was he expecting? Like he was going to be embraced by whoever came to his
"Bro, wake!" He wasn't sure if it heard him. He was merely taking chances. He couldn't be sure if what he was doing was accurate or right. He couldn't be sure if he was sane or not. He couldn't be sure if was being humane or alien. He couldn't be sure if what had been happening to him were signs of some hideous attractions. He couldn't be sure if he needed time with himself. He couldn't be sure if he was the same person he used. He felt a little less of himself. Like a little bit of a faker skin. Been a long while since he saw blood trailing tracks through the veins of the agora. Been a while since he tasted blood and rage. When he'd sent head in the air in acrobatics. He missed those days! But that was not the time to revere those thoughts. He had something better to do. He needed to wake the sleeping cub, but he needed to be sure on how to go about it. That would actually be the first time h
"Huooohhh" His eyes were heavy. Heavy like lanky lead bled by the breast of a meagre metal. Heavy like lips of a rock cut by rusty rage of vying volcano. Heavy like a throbbing thud fostered by the pukes of a hibernated hurricane. He could feel his eyes willing to pop out of his socket. He wouldn't blame them, how would he?. He had no idea how long he had been sleeping. It didn't matter. What mattered was the fact that he yet felt the need to sleep. His eyelids were taunting him. He couldn't had remonstrated. He simply would prune steps to their biddings. He felt like confiding in sleep once more, but sundry thoughts were birthed. He hated the thoughts of dreams. He didn't know what they were. He hadn't had one ever in his life. He believed that only those who believed in it had their night basked in it. He matter-of-factly didn't believe in Almighty, how po
"You want to pay close attention, don't you!" That was the third time he'd summoned them that day. Each paging for three minutes address or call it some inky information. What was he thinking? What was he feeling like? Couldn't he had told them once and for all at the first of second meeting? Nah! He could do whatever he liked and that was why he was a master. He could make pawn of his subjects. He could do whatever he liked to them. He could make them eat from what he'd not. He could make them feel the rage choking their patience to naught. He had so much an influence on them that he wondered how he'd been be able to manage them up to that moment. He knew that they had no choice and that was all he could pawn at that moment. He knew they'd be drown in the ocean of wishes. He knew their phrenic acreage would lease them many ideas but they would prefer to throw them to the walls of fears. All those were w
"You must have sex with me." Was she drunk? Was she was really sane? Probably her sanity had been plagued. Or her sewn sanity had been torn by the intensity of malady hoisted hay leased on the apt azure. It sure wasn't the prime of sanity. She probably was trailing the track of nuances. Probably she'd mated with hibernated hooey and had no idea where to rehearse the acts. Was probably an offshoot of dark traces of malady moistened by folly. Well she could be the contraction of the large mouth of gnawing pride. Her makes of the pull and pangs of felon fate. Or probably punctured by pored pride. He wasn't sure of what to think. He actually wasn't new to the shenanigans she was basked in. He knew that he'd been dealing with it all the whiles and would continue once more. He knew that his choice had been truncated or chopped by the rigidity of her pride. O
"Let the struggle begin." That was more than a shout or cry. It was a shouting cry or rather, crying shout. The owner of the vying voice was few steps from Ja Lia who was seating by the emperor. He seemed collected and his rusty retina knew patience and gaunt gentility. The lady off what looked like an elevated porch and edged towards Ja Lai while the crowds wore the rage of the tuning atmosphere out with their shrewd shouts. Their interest and jolting joy had been seeped in the insanity of the occasion. She bowed towards the two and took her side by Ja Lia humming haughty hymns her heart had shredded. On ocassions of fights were crowds allowed into the fort. It wasn't their thing to do. They had the specific time to arrive and to leave. None of them had the rusty reason to be beyond what he or she was supposed to be. The only thing they did and would
"Uhmm, yuhmmm" He rolled over the berth like a haughty hurricane whose mercies had been chopped by the smothering zeal of hankering hay. The thrusted nose of the former took its breath from the stretch of the clouds and poked till it bothered the eerie earth with numb nauseation. What derision was greater than that? Rolling and rolling was not enough for him as he sought solace in opening his eyes. His eyes were not as light as he thought. They were not as heavy as he thought. They were simply concocted by the mars and makes of the previous days. His heart supplanted the urge of memory and a sexual conference was held between the two. The thoughts were fresh as of the prime of the hay. They were better than that. They were like the drips of fresh blood dribbling dances through the scarred venisons to the eerie earth which opened its moistened mouth to
"Put yourselves together." What was that supposed to mean? Like seat up or buckle down? Was he trying to tell them to brace their hearts and puke fear? Or probably he wanted them to come together. But they were together at the moment. They'd clustered like some bunch of grapes strapped to the twig of a vine. They didn't have any choice to make regarding what of sort makes their master was. They could only pick their legs to the haughty rhythm his rage and chopped consciousness played to them. They were merely pawns and wouldn't fight the thoughts. Of course they wouldn't fight the realization. They loved being in it. They had no choiced exception. What exception could they had had? They had been made to believe the lie that Ja Lia was more of a spiritual being than natural. And who would want to fiddle with a spiritual monster? When lightening is outta the bottle, who on earth can imprison it? Of co