Post by LyricalBlue on Dec 9, 2009 21:33:13 GMT -5
As the dusk fell, and shadows lengthened under the thick foliage one by one a small group of people formed on the bank of a river. The first started a small fire and huddled over it. The posture was more to cover much light escaping rather than any need for warmth. The season was still hot, even in the evenings. The humidity hung in the air like a muffling blanket and for once, the jungle was quiet. At then end of a couple of hours, six individuals were gathered around the small fire. Talk started no louder than the waves from the little river that was lapping at the banks. Voices rose as things were discussed but it was clear that the tall, haggard man was the leader. His voice sounded more like gravel than any pleasant voice and the conversation quickly became agitated.
"They're not feeding in the Weyr any more. We need to take measures."
The lean, rat faced man beside him hissed a quietly. He shook his head roughly before responding.
"They must be catching on."
The first man huffed and adjusted his belt, that was not the answer he wanted. The last thing they needed was those sharding riders catching on. The plan had been working so well for so long, they had almost done it when that last Queen died. But nooo, they got lucky and now, now they had TWO Queens.
He kicked at the dirt and it puffed out as it hit the small fire. No, things had to change and they had to change fast. A woman near the edge of the glow spoke up, albeit nearly inaudibly.
"We can't poison all them beasts. Theres too many wandering the jungle." Man number one shook his head in conformation, no that would never work. Something... something else had to be done. Those dragons were a plague on the world. A plague that was almost extinct due to their efforts over many years.
"Drastic measures must be taken. We need to go after those Queens directly. Without them, there is no Weyr."
The woman shifted nervously, this was not her first time at this gathering, but... these men were not exactly the friendly type.
"Somethin wrong with the new one anyway."
That got the first man's attention and dark, fierce eyes focused on the woman. This was information he had not heard, but then getting any word from inside the Weyr was almost impossible. The place was a fortress.
The rat faced man grinned and looked even closer to the rodent as he stroked his chin.
"The big one hunts outside of the Weyr. We could ambush her." The first man swung his attention away from the woman as quickly as it had landed there. He nodded, approvingly.
"Do it. Do not fail me this time."
He picked up the bucket of water by the fire and dumped it over the flames. By the time they hissed out of extinction, the rest of the group had vanished into the jungle once again. A smile drew across his lips. The Weyr would die and sooner rather than later.
"They're not feeding in the Weyr any more. We need to take measures."
The lean, rat faced man beside him hissed a quietly. He shook his head roughly before responding.
"They must be catching on."
The first man huffed and adjusted his belt, that was not the answer he wanted. The last thing they needed was those sharding riders catching on. The plan had been working so well for so long, they had almost done it when that last Queen died. But nooo, they got lucky and now, now they had TWO Queens.
He kicked at the dirt and it puffed out as it hit the small fire. No, things had to change and they had to change fast. A woman near the edge of the glow spoke up, albeit nearly inaudibly.
"We can't poison all them beasts. Theres too many wandering the jungle." Man number one shook his head in conformation, no that would never work. Something... something else had to be done. Those dragons were a plague on the world. A plague that was almost extinct due to their efforts over many years.
"Drastic measures must be taken. We need to go after those Queens directly. Without them, there is no Weyr."
The woman shifted nervously, this was not her first time at this gathering, but... these men were not exactly the friendly type.
"Somethin wrong with the new one anyway."
That got the first man's attention and dark, fierce eyes focused on the woman. This was information he had not heard, but then getting any word from inside the Weyr was almost impossible. The place was a fortress.
The rat faced man grinned and looked even closer to the rodent as he stroked his chin.
"The big one hunts outside of the Weyr. We could ambush her." The first man swung his attention away from the woman as quickly as it had landed there. He nodded, approvingly.
"Do it. Do not fail me this time."
He picked up the bucket of water by the fire and dumped it over the flames. By the time they hissed out of extinction, the rest of the group had vanished into the jungle once again. A smile drew across his lips. The Weyr would die and sooner rather than later.
