User blog:Litus the Mus/Bladetooth: Book 1 The Tyrant

Prologue
A storm was coming and Kolouz Bloodblade lord of the dusty plains new it would not be safe to sail the Goldmist his lorcha in a storm like the one to come. The Siberian weasel becond his captain and younger brother.

“Kolan, set us on a course towards the cost in the east,” he instructed. “And get the slaves rowing double time.”

“Yes Kolouz.” Kolan, replied trying to gouge his siblings mood. “Do you require anything else?”

“Nay brother, do as i have told you then be easy.” pressed Kolouz dismissing Kolan with a hard stare.

The storm raged bucking the Goldmist up and down like a mad beast. A small fox slave clung grimly to the mast as he furled the sails of the four decked lorcha. Glancing at the other three masts he saw other slaves in similar situations high up on the masts. That quick glance would change his life. The wind picked up tearing him from the mast and throwing him to the mercy of the ocean.

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“Edra, come ‘ere, get a look at this!”

“What is it Rushstream?”

“A fox!”

“Lets take him to Ruggan, he’ll know what to do”

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Ruggan Axehound the second looked down at the unconscious fox his patrol otters brought in.

“hmmm, a fox slave.” He mumbled looking at chain scars covering the form “No fangs to, Get the healer to replace them with something”

“Dad” Said Swiffia as she watched the patrol otters run and get the healer

“Yes”

“Can I look after him?”

“I sipose you could. But remember, take caution for the first week or so.”

“Why?”

“He is a fox, he may cause trouble. Go and prepare a bed and meal for him”

“Chief” The healer Interrupted in his hoarse voice “ I did the work requested of me”

“Good, what did you replace his teeth with?”

“Tiny daggers”