A Dish Best Served Bloody

Hel's Maw, A village of the Snow Wolf Gen

Trienne straddled the naked warrior, her thighs locked tightly upon his hips. Nearby a log fire roared, matching their passion with its fiery intensity. Feldrin lay beneath her, his eyes rolled back in ensorcelled ecstasy. Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth soaking his beard and he moaned pathetically.

"Hush now." Trienne soothed as she picked a dagger from beside the cot and lowered it to the mans chest.

"When Mohrgat stole me from the Blue Rock Gen all those years ago I was but a child, but I remembered the lessons of my mother and practised the arts she taught me."

Feldrin gasped in pain as she began to carve the blood runes into his chest.

"Hush." she placed a bloody finger against his lips to silence him and for a time increased the urgency of their love making until he was calmed once more. She spoke again as her rune work continued,

"For many years I etched the runes of calling upon Mohrgats boat, hoping it would bring his end, but there was no power in them. A futile effort... until this last time."

She completed her grizzly task and drew the blade to her own flesh cutting deeply into her palm and watching the sweet red liquid well up within it. She savoured the pain along with the pleasure for a moment before putting the dagger aside.

"Power has awakened in the south. I can feel it. It gives potency to my meagre talents. It brought the Orphan to consume my husband... my captor."

With her free hand now she dipped her finger into the pool of her own blood; mixing it with his as she traced it atop the runes carved into his flesh.

"... and now it will bring me freedom."

She traced the last rune and Feldrin tensed with apparent agony...his back arched up from the ground and she was forced to grasp his bloody chest to remain entwined in their coupling. His mouth opened wide and the death rattle escaped in a grating hiss. She felt the final release of his seed within her as the last of his breath escaped his massive frame.

Then it was over. His body relaxed; limp and lifeless beneath her.

"What the fuck?"

Trienne turned to see Feldrins companion standing in the open doorway. He held the larger mans axe, and as the uncertainty drained from his eyes he it was replaced by murderous rage.

"What have you done?" he demanded, stepping into the room.

Trienne scambled back from atop the dead warrior. She clutched a blanket about her and looked wildly between her handy work and Shanga. She backed away toward the open fire and he followed.

"You will burn for this... witch." he spat as he stepped over Feldrins corpse to close the distance.

Trienne felt the heat of the fire against her legs and tried to side step to avoid the flames. Shanga blocked her way with the blade of the axe.

"I told him to leave you be." he hissed, "The bloody fool always thought with his cock."

"I... I can explain." she looked desperately for a way past the man but could see none.

"Not after I take your tongue out you cant."

"Please no I..." she stopped. A knowing smile suddenly replaced the fear in her visage and she dropped the blanket that covered her onto the ground. The heat of the fire began to burn but she did not care.

"That wont work bitch... what are you smiling about?"

Two meaty hands clamped around Shangas head and he barley had time to look surprised before his neck was broken with a violent twist. He dropped to the ground like a clubbed cod fish and behind him the towering form of Feldrin stood naked in the firelight. His eyes were the colour of congealed blood and he was grinning.

Trienne stepped forward and placed an open palm against his bare chest.

"You will do nicely." she purred.