Meat or Men?

[harth_fray]

Harth came up from the dark, his face with strange purpose. His two lieutenant -- Two Talons and Slow Death -- and set up a large desk.

"Bring me anyone who has been brought in the last week, week and a half. I want to see them," he says, and waits.

So, are you being dragged before Harth? He wants to talk to you

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[faceless_hunger]

That had to drag one Beka Valentine there, as she was fighting all the way.

"The good reverend was hiding her from you. He says she is not to be touched," said Two Talons, shoving her to the floor.

[rocketsgrownup]

She let out a gasp of pain as her leg bent beneath her, and glared up at the Magog and the teenage boy. The first rule of being a hostage was to not speak first, so she contented herself with grinding her teeth.

[harth_fray]

Hidden.

Harth doesn't like hidden. "Your reverand is losing his way," he says to Two Talons. "How many of the magog are loyal to him still, and his strange religon?"

He is not speaking to Beka. She is akin to meat before a wolf; they must growl and snarl to one another about rank and standing, before they tear her to pieces.

[faceless_hunger]

"Very few have not recognized his weakness," the Magog hissed. "The rest of us know he's too weak to lead."

[harth_fray]

"Then, who am I?" Harth asks. The answer is obivous: The One Who Will Lead.

"This one will be his lesson."

[rocketsgrownup]

That Did Not Bode Well.

Beka tensed from where she sat on the floor, mentally reaching for her force lance, then remembering that the Magog had wrestled it away from her. She was worried. This boy, Harth... He was going to hurt Rev.

She watched them, teeth grinding away.

[harth_fray]

No, Beka.

He's going to hurt you.

"If we breed her, Rev will kill your young and her. Such a waste of young lives. I think we should send a message."

He tilts his head. "Beat her till she can't walk."

[rocketsgrownup]

That they did, and they did it very thoroughly.

"Fuck you," Beka managed to whisper, before passing out.

[harth_fray]

"Alright," he said. "I do believe we need to send a message."

He drew a knife from his belt, and kneeled down, brushing her short hair out of the way. A moment later, there was a slow sawing, the careful cleaving of flesh from flesh, and before long, Harth stood with a drippy prize.

He took his chain from around his neck -- the noe he had taken from the officer, when he had first run to the hive of the magog. He punched a hole in the flesh, then, and slid it down -- Beka's ear nestled against fingerbones and other human remains.

"Dump her on Rev's door. This place is mine. I am the One Who Will Lead. It is time he remembered that. If he cannot, we will rip him apart."