Chapter Ten - Pursuing in Ernest
The putrid stench of vomit and piss followed Demetios even though she had stalked far away from the sight of her recent interrogation. She dusted the last flecks of bile from her golden skin, lifting the length of her arm against the sun in an attempt to investigate further wretch on her person. Thankfully nothing else remained.
Satisfied that she was clean from the common filth of the poor, Demetios paused in the dappled sunlight of an ancient oak. In the distance she watched her small band of men discard the waste. Still she knew little about the location of her prey. Bathsheba would undoubtedly admonish her usage of such a description. These children were devices that she and her sisterkind must have possession of. Spaces long forgotten, realms that shouldn't be touch or crossed into, were waiting to be pillaged. The children were the key, but Demetios was certain that something inside the protection of the trees, was securing the children's safety. Nature was a powerful foe, and equally staunch ally. If one was adept in the quality of incantations, then one could commerce with Nature and all her power. Yet, even with as much knowledge as Demetios was sure she possessed, the forest refused to accommodate.
Hak'ne Fa'fe, she swore. Regardless of the slaughtered entertainment left in her wake, she still remained predominately in the dark. The children were tantalizingly close, but they were hiding, and their attempt to stay that way had lead them away from the settlements and further into the trees. It was deeper into the forest she must lead her men.
"Dukken!" she called, watching him quickly move towards her. When he was within normal speaking distance, she pointed to the deep woods. "The children have traveled further inside. The settlements are providing little in the way of assistance." She grinned, favoring her method of acquiring others to assist her quite pleasing. "Take your whole post and take care to search everywhere!"
Demetios made sure he paid her proper dignities before he left. She insisted on deep bowing in her presence. BeetleHollow was a magnificently proper abode, and she did not dismiss such formalities merely because she was not home. Bowing made her happy. Control made her thrill even more.
She watched Dukken lead his men away. When he was out of sight she stole a bit of time to gather her plans about her, much as she gathered her light robes about her slender body. It was in that stolen moment of time, she sensed Helena cast her transport sorcery.
She found two! The commanding voice erupted in her mind. Demetios realized immediately that Bathsheba was already calling her other sisters to her side.
As custom in her sisterhood, Demetios followed the eldest. If Bathsheba demanded a Joining in order to strengthen their power, then Demetios would accommodate, regardless of her present hunt.
I will be at your side sister she sent her reply. Quickly Demetios cast her spell, her dark hair igniting into a ruby red brilliance. "Dom Naktha Lathu Me," she said the words of the spell, then she melted into the air.
Posted by Happy Potato @ 9/09/2008 05:56:00 PM