Thread:Selound/@comment-4482397-20111220195629/@comment-4482397-20111224164204

next chapter! it's name is The Cure. afther this chapter i just wrote, is when Badrang leaves the fort, Clogg takes it over, and then badrang takes his fort back. basiacly, the next chapter is when Lonny gets made into a Furry. the chapter after that, will be how Findo speaks up and says he'll take her as his private Furry and rescues her (he's made into a captain and he's been untied by then) and i will write it.

Findo gritted his teeth in agony as Hisk’s whip bit into his flesh. Each crack of the whip hit his ears, before the blinding pains shot up his back. He could feel his strength draining, and he could tell Hisk had had practice using the leather strip on slaves.

Blood ran down his back as the whip flayed him over and over, and sweat poured down his face into his eyes. He squeezed his eyes shut and let out a moan as another lash struck his back.

Hisk grinned cruelly as Findo shuddered in agony. He had always hated the wisecracking weasel and each lash was like the taste of rum in his mouth.

Elonwyn sat stiffly in Alya’s tent, her ears flat against her head as the sound of the whip and Findo’s cries of misery.

“Lonny.” Alya put her paw on Elonwyn’s shoulder.

“I can’t stand it.” Elonwyn covered her ears. “Blackdash slaughtered, now this. Will this nightmare ever end?”

“It’s alright sweetheart, he’s gat twenty more lashes to go yet.” Alya rubbed Elonwyn’s back soothingly.

“How do you know?” Elonwyn wrinkled her nose, going tense as Findo gave a piercing scream.

“I listen a lot better than other beasts.” Alya winked.

Another cry of pain rang throughout the fort.

“Almost over.” Alya said. She raised a paw and put one finger down. “One.” another finger. “Two.” Last finger. “three.”

Badrangs voice could be heard. “Right everyone! Shows over! Untie him and string him to the battlements. He’ll spend all day and night there. Everyone back to your duties!”

“Tonight’s our chance.” Alya busily began to gather herbs and bundle them in a basket. “right Lonny, I’m going to teach you to use this.”

“Why- Lonny began.

“You’re smaller than me, and won’t be noticed. plus I can’t get up the wall tops what with being blonde. You can use my cloak. We’re going to bring Findo some food water and healing herbs tonight. Ralken’s getting the food.”

“B-but…” Lonny shrieked. “I can’t! What if I’m caught?!”

“Then I’ll take the blame.” Alya snapped. “Now pay attention! This herb is called horsetail. You mix it with the oregano and rub it on Findo’s wounds. It will stop infection. But you have to mix it with a little water and lemon juice. Here, I’ll show you.”

Elonwyn watched, tensed with anxiety. The night wind blew bits of sand into Findo’s cuts and he groaned with misery, slumped and chained by his wrists to two thick wooden poles, his foots brushed the battlements.

He hissed as his back stung with greater burning fury. He closed his eyes. He was blacking out and he could see his parent being slaughtered in front of him. With a cry he lunged at the tall thin female pine marten lady who stood, her broadsword soaked with his parents blood. Fire raged everywhere and he could hear his neighbors screaming as they tried to run and were either killed by the Pine martens minions or burned in flames.

The pine marten raised her paw, which had three knives placed in between her fingers. She struck and Findo fell back, blood pouring from his cheek.

“Findo?”

He snapped back to reality. He turned his head as best he could due to his stiff neck and bleeding back. A small figure in a black cloak, a small basket over its wrist.

“Who- he stammered, blood trickling down his mouth and his throat.

“It’s me, Lonny.” Findo blinked at the pair of green eyes gleaming from the hood. “Alya sent me up here to help you.”

“I don’t need help.” Findo snarled, pain lancing up his body.

“Yes you do.” Elonwyn uncorked a small bottle with yellowy green contents. She pulled a rag and soaked it with the disinfectant. “Alya taught me how to use these herbs, and I’m going to clean you up. here.” She pulled out a canteen of water. “Drink this.”

She pressed the flask to his lips and Findo gulped down the water greedily. Elonwyn rubbed his back with the cloth and her let out a choke and water slopped down his chin.

“That stings!” he gasped.

“Don’t be such a baby!” Elonwyn hissed. “You endured a whipping, you can take being disinfected.”

“Lonny, stop, please!” he shuddered. “I’ve had enough pain today.” He coughed. “You could be caught. There’s another guard shift coming. I don’t want you to go through what I just did.”

“It’ll be okay.” Lonny continued to clean his back with the cloths, ignoring the blood getting on her paws. “You’re innocent; the least we can do is keep your cuts from festering.”

“Thank you.” Findo closed his eyes.

Lonny finished up cleaning the cuts and took another flask, this one full of broth. She placed it to Findo’s mouth and he sipped it.

Elonwyn paused. She could hear the sound of a couple guards coming up the ladder, talking together.

“gotta go.” She hissed gathering up the flasks and bottles.

“Good luck.” Findo murmured. When she was out of earshot he breathed, half to himself. “I love you, Lonny.”

Lonny planned to wait for the guars to pass, but then let out a relieved sigh when she saw it was none other than Stumptooth and Tara. She walked casually over to them, unveiling her hood.

“Elonwyn?” Tara blinked. “What are you doing up here? Didn’t you hear? There’s an assassin on the loose, Gurrad’s just been slain.”  