War of whips

would find himself naked, far from the reservations, his body filled with scars and he would have to walk back, often taking a few days. He had found explanations for Resi but now she knew. He sh

understood why she would fear him. Eruption, sometimes he feared himself. He removed the can from the fire after a while and handed it

und, desperate. They would kill him, they would.... He saw one of the horses gallop past him, carrying a man that just couldn't be human. He had purple eyes and his dead, expressionless face whispered promises of death. The man rode a little distance before stopping. The other horses routed them, riding sile

" He said in a harsh and strangely loud whisper. Zamu felt his mouth turn dry as fear crept in

ght of harming you. I wouldn't dare. My master just wants to meet you,

er?" He asked and

vations...ah, well those didn't happen as far as he's concerned. Now, shall we?" He said and winked. Zamu turned to look at the other men who stared at him with e

the man nodded, giving a slight bow. T

e Swift, graceful move. He held out his hand to Zamu. Zamu shook his head and pushed Resi forward. The man shrugged and effortlessly lifted her into the saddle behind him. She stared

tension as if something chased them. They rode in a clean pattern, spread in the shape of an inverted 'V', bending low in the saddle. It was then that Zamu saw it. It was like a cloud of black, moving towards them, sucking in the light from it's sorroundings. It made a low, rumbling noise and flew towards them. The leader of the the riders opened his hand, revealing a small piece of curved wood that suddenly g