Snippet #958856

Two years.

Two years...

Two years.

No mater how Mae or Kenai said the words, how the infliction upon them may change, there was no way to change that the passage of time was exactly the same each time the phrase rolled off their sandpaper like tongues. It was in the simply way that the number, with it's attached increment, dripped from their lips. There was no way to change that such a large amount of time had passed, and look where they were.

Sitting upon the streets of Gai, one of the streets that the poor lived in with the hopes that the Dragon-Folk would give them mercy, would not spit fire at them and slaughter them by the hundreds, perhaps thousands.

The two cat-creatures should have been at him, resting besides the queen that they survived, living the life of retired solders, with all their aches and pains taken care of them for service done well, but no. No, their queen had laughed at them – mocked them for their injuries that they had gotten in the heat of..What?

Neither of the two had been in a 'battle' with the Lamia Prince. They had played the part of spoiled pets in order to receive information upon the Savage encampment, the people that their Queen's advisers had assured would be the winners of the war to become God's. They were supposed to help the Savage side, to gain all knowledge upon them – from their fighting skill, to their numbers, to who screwed who so that the hybrid race, a strange mixture of Gnolls and Humans, could rise up and become..Become legends, become -Gods-.

All that changed on the night of Fire, though. The night when the Civil and the Savage had gone out to war and the Dragon-folk had come swooping down, unexpected but real. No extinct as so many had thought. It was the night that left Kenai forever blind and Mae with a spiderweb of scars that curled along her back, thick pink scars that prickled at the flesh, rough but smooth to the touch.

Two years...

A rough, broken, sob fell from Mae's lips as she tried to cover her brother with a blanket that she had just brought. He had collapsed upon the 'road' in a fit, a fever once more crippling his body before they could get to that 'place' that they called home, a sort of Inn where the two worked- or, to be accurate, where Mae worked and Kenai entertained. The male was crippled, his once brilliant blue eyes now murky. Even he could have seen what he had become the once proud healer-spy would have sobbed in utter contempt and self pity. His right ear was gone, and as he thrashed about in the grips of this fever, the stub twitched as if it were trying to move a phantom limb...eyelids, ragged bits of flesh that were barley kept together, were flickering over his sightless orbs and his stubs of claws scratched at the air.

Mae stared at her brother, slight face twisted into a frown, brilliant mismatched iris' fixated upon the wreck of a creature her brother had become. She knew that they should attempt to get to the establishment before nightfall because who knew when those sky-demon's would fly by shooting flame at the forsaken city, but she couldn't bare too move him.

What if this time the fever killed him?

The girl's tail dragged a crossed the dirt street, causing little tufts of air to puncture the sky as if it were trying o tell her something about the hopelessness of her situation.

Two years...

It really didn't feel like it had been two years to Mae.