Thread:SalemtheCruel/@comment-4547544-20111026085235

20th Eyegrim growled as he looked over to the abbey. These creatures were so prepared. The lizard ran his eyes over the meadow, to dig, and then slide along the wall to the gate. Ideal conditions for the defenders. So negotiate first then strike. The defenders were hopelessly outnumbered, if they had any sense they would capitulate. These thoughts were going through his head as he walked with Woodeye and Half-tooth upon the gate. "Boy my tunnel look at the soize of the lizord!"Formole gulped loudly as he with the other defenders watched as Eyegrim was marching to the gate. The monitor seemed to come out of a nightmare. He wore a suit of armor made of black steel that covered him from neck to tail. His helmet was adapted to his head and let out of his nostrils, eyes and lower jaw not free. On his back he had strapped a huge curved sword in his right claw he held a spear with the tip of obsidian shone dully in the sun. The left claw was holding a Round shield with his colors: Two blood-red snake which devoured each other on a black background. "Stop! Who is coming? "Martin II did not show how nervous he was. Eyegrim stopped and stared up at the parapet. The mouse was not short on nerves. Normally, he had the first word because his opponent froze in fear when they saw him. He nodded to Woodeye who shouted up to the parapet: "You speak to Eyegrim the conqueror, conqueror of nations and Lord of the south, shows the respect he has come to rule over this land. He will not show mercy to anybeast who dares to oppose him aaaaaaaah… "the marten fell down, screaming. North Star had thrown a javelin at him and pierced the left shoulder of the marten. He made a grossly disappointed face as he was took away from the parapet by Sam and Auma. "I get him, I swear by the blood of my murdered love, one day I get him!" With this, the negotiations ended,

Eyegrim raged. He dragged Woodeye back to the camps and hand him over to the healers. Hopefully he survived! The marten was perhaps a little slow in the head but a first class soldier and popular with his crew. If he should die Eyegrim would appoint a new captain but the last thing he needed now were internal power struggles. A rustle in the tent door made him pause. Dana Nightshade slipped in; the vixen was an extraordinary beauty. With her silky smooth fur, long eyelashes, and the large by a green rim surrounded night-black eyes, she hit the heart of every beast around her. However, very few beasts knew what cruelty was hidden behind those eyes. Dana could inflict the same pain as she could relief. And so she was not only a healer but also Eyegrims first torturer. "Master," she said with a pleasant slightly smoky voice, "I bring good news. Woodeye will get through; the wound is ugly but not particularly difficult. In the latest two weeks, he should again be fully combat ready. "Eyegrim groaned slightly and gently scratched the vixen under the chin. "I'm glad to hear, my love. Now go and rest, You'll have to do much in the near future. "Too bad that she is not a lizard, Eyegrim thought as Dana left the tent. A queen like her could be useful to me.  