Bluefen's Story - Ch.8AloneBluefen's Story - Ch.8 by Phoenix-Vampyrum
It had been three days since Swartt's great horde had resumed its march southwest from the stream. In that time, the Warlord's luck had taken a turn for the better; not only had he rid himself of the crows that had been torturing his soldiers, but he had acquired a good deal more. Two days earlier, Nightshade had been sent out in search of a possible solution to their crow problem. She had found a gorge, riddled with caves, and the horde had taken shelter in them. As it turned out, however, a tribe of foxes already inhabited the caves. Once they had taken care of the crows outside, the foxes were only too happy to join Swartt, provided they receive metal weapons in place of their crude bolases, and their leader, Shang Damsontongue, joint leadership of the horde. Swartt promised Shang both, and they sealed the pact with fine wine from the southlands.
Now, the Warlord was faced with only one problem: Balefur.&
Bluefen's Story - Ch.7The Warlord's WifeBluefen's Story - Ch.7 by Phoenix-Vampyrum
Swartt ordered the horde to break camp at midmorning. Toting everything they had managed to salvage from the charred ruin of the site, the mass of creatures began their lengthy march southwest. At the rear of the horde, Sixclaw stood with a line of archers gathered around a fire. He ordered burning arrows to be fired into the pine grove of the crows, baring his red fangs in a malicious grin as a torrent of flame erupted from the natural firetrap when the arrows hit.
Bluefen was marching alongside Nightshade near the front of the horde. She looked over her shoulder to see the pitiful remains of the crows fleeing the smoke and fire, heard their terrified squawks as their home burned to the ground. The ferret turned back around, a grim smile of satisfaction on her face.
"So, you've been with him a long time?" Bluefen was talking with Nightshade. She hadn't thought about it before, but be